I grew up. [Inactive]

"Yea.. I guess. Anyway, we ain't here to dwell on the past or future. We're here to party!" he yelled slowly going back into his well-known self. A few more lines, and 15 shots later, Chris was still going
 
(Guys! What happened?!?)


Blake stood by Derek's right hand side, chatting with him quietly.


"Nice 'punishment'. I'm actually kind of enjoying it."


He smiled at her. "I know. That's why I did it."


Blake was very confused, but she didn't bother asking.


"I'm going to go check on the traps."


She walked quietly around the territory, and stopped by each person she met, offering advice or encouragement to all of them.


"What's this?" She asked one of the younglings, who were helping to set the traps.


"A wrap up trip wire." The boy explained, setting a small device that held the thin wire in it to one side of the small alley. "One person will have to hide here," he said, pointing at a stack of firewood they kept nearby. "And shoot it as soon as propel walk by."


Blake was interested. "Could you show me? I'll be the 'bad guy'."


The kid nodded happily and maneuvered his way into the hollow center of the wood pile. "Ready!" He called out in a chirpy voice.


Smiling, she began to walk like she was the bad guy, to the center of their territory. All of the sudden, she was falling, her feet wrapped up in a painfully tight, thin cord.


The boy was suddenly on top of her, a knife at her neck. After a moment, he stood back up and untied her feet.


She nodded approvingly as she stood back up. It had made zero noise and was super effective. The fall was so fast that you didn't have time to stick out your hands to catch yourself from slamming into the ground, and you hit your nose on the way down. Her eyes were still watering.


She continued walking on, seeing things like explosives (which she asked them to pull down. They caused too much sound), falling knives if you opened the door to continue along the pathway, large pans of boiling sap to pour onto people who strayed too close, and then have someone with a flame thrower.


She was satisfied, and traveled to the beginning of the territory, which started at the market place.


She quietly pulled up her hood, covering her face, and walked into the middle of the courtyard, examining the entrance. It was basically a labrynth, complete with the traps and everything.


Now.... She rubbed her palms together and walked along one path, in the far left.


After taking several twist and turns, climbing over boxes and walls, she arrived at the junkyard, the real center of their territory.


This was going to go well.
 
"this the number?" Galen asked a young gang member who had just given him a piece of paper with a phone number on it. "Yeh man" The young game member replied, obviously high on coke. Galen called the number, he was calling Blake.


(Galen wasnt going to kill Blake before, he actually just wanted to talk lol.)
 
Blake climbed up on a mountain of car tires, and slipped inside, crouching down b the small fire that was in it.


Her phone buzzed and she picked it up, and answered it.


Hearing the loud music in the background, she sighed. "How did you get my number?"
 
"No. I know you're part of the bays. The music is a dead giveaway."


She silently scooted over for Derek as he popped in. She put a finger to her lips as he started to speak.
 
"Ok, picture this, 8000 Hellhounds strong vs your 20, 30? Who's gonna win?" Galen spoke into the phone. "I dont want a war, but it doesnt really matter to me, If we do war, we're gonna win, simple, or we could come to some kind of agreement?"


(Galen will bring full force to crush The Pride, dont war with them!)
 
Blake raised an eyebrow. "First of all, my 20,30? What makes you think I'm the leader of this gang?"


She watched as Derek stifled a laugh, and scowled at him.


"So tell me this: the people of my gang went to go rescue me with an ambush, and in the meantime they kicked your guys's asses. I don't really want to war either, but will the other 7999 people who are embarrassed and ashamed that us, a small gang, beat you, a large gang? Won't they want to war?"


She smiled at Derek and said into the phone "I am prepared for anything. This lion is more ferocious than it looks."
 
"Blake flipped her phone shut, and looked at Derek. "Well, we now have a gang war on our hands. With the biggest gang in Detroit."


She picked up her phone again, making a party call. "Be ready. They should come soon."


She looked at Derek and closed the phone again. "You did the booby traps in here, right?"


He nodded, a smile beginning to come across his face. "Yep."


"Kay."


And with that, they picked their way through the junk yard, and back to the meeting spot.
 
"Galen, your not gonna throw this gang into another war" A Wise and deep voice barked over the phone. "But they shot at us!" He replied back angry. "I dont care! All your gonna do is kill one or two of their men, and ONLY because they came into our territory unannounced!.. You got it?" "Fine" Galen replied and hung up.
 
(@Epoce sorry I was at an actual party lol)


"Damn straight!" Holland hollered, slowing down on the shots but still going nonetheless. After another drink, Holland went back to dancing and urged Chris to join.
 
(I was waiting for Yoyomomo but he's not responding to what I wrote so...)


After a small amount of tinkering, Ryder got texted his answer from the contact.


'1 54vv, '/0|_| 4|Z3 |-|19|-| 0|\| 7|-|3 |157 |=0|Z 7|-|47 57|_||=|= |=|Z0/\/\ |\|0vv 0|\|, 900|) _|0|3.' read the text.


After about eight minutes of translating, Ryder finally got the message out of that mess of geek. So he was in, and high on the list of assassins, things were going well. Ryder started writing down a geek language alphabet for later translation when he got another text.


'Btw dont be so serious :P '
 
(@lenalove21, no problem)


Chris joined Holland, dancing and partying. He didn't know what was going on, but he liked it. Almost completely forgetting about his parents, he danced, and danced.
 
It had been a while since Holland had ingested so much alcohol, but she didn't care. "I have to go back to your apartment later and get the money. Put it somewhere... safer I guess, until its all spent up. Whenever that happens," she slurred, running a hand through her tangled hair.
 
Chris laughed at this, though it wasn't funny. "Haha, it's not.. safe." He pondered out loud. "I could go with?" he managed to say, before bursting in an uncontrollable fit of laughter.
 
Holland laughed, tossing her hair out of her face. "Well, it is your apartment," she replied, throwing an empty shot glass at the wall. "Bullseye!" she yelled.
 
Chris grabbed Holland's hand and walked outside. "I'm lost," he giggled, only shortly before completely breaking down in laughter. "Where do we go?" C looked at Holland and then back at the street.
 
"Mmmmm," she hummed in dizzied thought. "Where's the car we stole?" She wandered around aimlessly until she forgot about the car and just walked in the direction of the apartment.
 
Chris followed Holland down the street. "We could just steal another one" and he stumbled over his feet. Landing on the ground, he scraped himself, but nothing serious. Chris laughed again.
 
Holland burst out laughing when Chris fell. She eventually found a beat up Ford F150 and hot-wired it, motioning for Chris to hop in.
 
Chris stumbled over to the car, and got in. "Is it.. safe to drive?" and he giggled, with an added snort for bonus, which made him laugh even more. "Let's go"
 
"Oh my god, it is not safe to drive drunk. What are we criminals? Oh wait," Holland snickered and drove off. She was drunk, but still somewhat sober compared to Chris. She ran a red light and nearly crashed, but Holland ended up making it rather safely to his apartment.
 
Chris, startled by the sudden jolt of speed, was dazed when they got to the apartment. He walked upstairs, luckily only missing 6 steps, and with only 2 faceplants, made it to his door.
 
Holland was close to being in tears as she continued to laugh hysterically, dragging herself upstairs. She kicked the door open and fell onto the floor laughing and facing the ceiling.
 
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