Realistic or Modern Just a Petty Criminal

[WrittenHollowness]

Do what you have to in order to survive.

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Do what you have to in order to survive.


What happened to make you stoop this low?


Where did it all go wrong?





Welcome to the city of Winstrom, a place for the high life and excitement--if you are the right person.


Unfortunately, you aren't. You are either unknown by anyone that matters, or surpressed by your family.


Sucks to be you.


Do you wanna change that? Do you wanna make something of yourself in this highly polished pit of money, drugs, and other things?


Well, I've got just the activity for you:


Crime.


Friends made out of pain,


longing,


greed.


This is where they draw the line with their greatest opponent--


Life.


Where will your actions lead you? Who can you trust?


But the most important question is:


Will you get away with it?


Your Target:





Leon Motierre





Villain is not the term for this man...it'd be too kind. He is a monster in every fashion imaginable and will use any and every means necessary to get what he want's. In his eyes, Crime Pays. And when it doesn't, heads start rolling.


Your Leader:





Davin Blumen





Love him, hate him. One thing is for certain, this man is crazy. He is also the most trustworthy person you could ever come across. Sure, he is spontaneous as all hell, but his efforts prove both valiant and effective in the end. The only thing that stands in the way of him and victory is Liam--and cocaine.





So smuggle, sell, and fight your way to the top-- because in the end, this war will bring the entire city down.




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rules

1. No god modding


2. Romance is okay, but to fade to black when things get intense.


3. Keep posts to a minimum of at least 4 lines.


4. Swearing is okay, keep in mind that some may not like it.


5.As soon as I accept you, you may post your intro.


6. Your character can remain inactive for a total amount of 3 days. By the end of the third day, if we have not heard from you, you will be issued a notice of expulsion from the piece. If your character is in a situation, I will write you out of the situation and piece in the most civil way and closest to your character's demeanor as possible. The true passcode to add is is 'a life unwanted'...please don't look silly.


There is a character skeleton, and everyone will have a fair chance. And remember to have fun


The Passcode is 'GTA'

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[WrittenHollowness]

Davin stepped out of the taxi, sweat on his brow and pupils the size of quarters. In his hand, he held a manila envelope, filled with all the info he needed. It held all the promise of his future. "Shit, it's been a long time coming." he said to himself, flinching as a police car skid by, sirens blaring.


The bottom floor of his building was quiet, as per usual. Everyone stayed in their lofts out of fear of the streets and what they had to offer. Dav got to the elevator and pushed the button for his apartment, lvl. 12. As he waited, he reflected on the trouble it took to get here. He was a pusher, getting drugs out and about. He really didn't mind the work, though it was sticky business at times. It never helped with the fact that the city of Winstrom was filled with crooked cops and junkies ready to shank you for another thrill. 'Why can't they be functional about their habits?' he thought as the elevator opened once more on his floor.


His apartment wasn't too shabby. Davin did work for one of the lesser heads of an operation. Work small to get large was his motto, and it was an effective philosophy. He walked over to the large window of his living room area. The sky was at twilight of the morning--though he had been up all nigh. Petting his cat on the table near him, he saw the yellow Croc slipper lying next to the little minx. He smiled, for he had still not gotten over his would-be killer ex. Dav missed him more than anything and half expected the man to burst through his door, knife in hand. If only...


"Just wait a little longer, Willie," he whispered to himself, "I've got a city to conquer."

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[ROUX]

Liam's muscles burned with every stroke, though the blue liquid was ice cold on his skin. The world was a blur looking through his goggles as he reached the black cross on the underwater wall, executing the perfect flip turn and streamlining below the surface in the opposite direction. As he changed to backstroke, he watched the sky above him slowly come to life, the edges of the former night sky now tinged with a glowing light. He decided that it would make a good picture - and he hadn't had much of an inclination to take pictures in the past year or so.


He reached the other side of the pool and pulled himself out to sit on the side, shaking his head and sending water flying off of the wet strands of his hair. After all this time, he somehow still found escape in the water. It was one of the few things that hadn't changed, and the four hours of pure motion, and nothing else, was comforting. He looked back out over the city from the rooftop pool, squinting slightly when the growing lights breached his eyes. It reminded him of back home, actually. The bright lights, the people searching for the so-called 'american dream'. And then there was the crime that lurked around every street corner, waiting and watching to steal from another life. He had never imagined himself on that side of it, yet here he was. Moving from place to place, never trusting anyone...


A car horn sounded from below to shake him out of his thoughts, accompanied by several angry shouts and curses. He scoffed at himself. Reminiscing never helped anybody, he thought. Liam got up, draping a towel around himself and heading toward the locker rooms.

 

[Fandoms4Ever]

Ares sat alone on a bench, looking around at the sky. The sky that held countless stars captive. Like himself in this city. He wished he could just take it over like how the stars took over the sky, when night came. This world never changes, does it he thought to himself, knowing that he could not change the world. He was sitting in a park, and soon he saw flashlights turn towards him and a sound of adults cussing and yelling stuff at him like, "Get out kid!" and "This is no teen hang out club!"


He soon darted out of their view and ran towards the tall apartment buildings running for his dear life. He stopped in an alley, and sat down, his jeans becoming soaked in a puddle. He looked down at his shoes, noticing he needed new sneakers. Maybe I could steal some in the morning he thought to himself again, slightly smiling. He sat alone in that dark alley for what seemed about three hours. Then, he stepped out of the alley out onto the road.


A U-Haul truck came driving down the road. He saw that is was heading towards the shoe store, so he ran and jumped onto the back, his bare hands holding on to two metal bars, wet from the rain. He stood there for a little while, not paying attention, when the orange and white truck bumped and he flew off, and landed face down on the sidewalk. Crap he thought.

 

[NessieAlways]

The rows and rows of different colored nail polish were calling out her name begging her to take them. Lilian craned her neck to see if she was being watched by anyone, but the coast was clear. Her hand reached out in front of her and grabbed the electric blue color. She looked around again. Still no one was there. She opened the bottle and painted one of her nails covering the cracked bits of black nail polish that still lingered on her finger nail. Lilian brought the nail close to her mouth and blew on it to dry the polish faster.


After several puffs of air she extended her hand in front of her and admired the bright blue color that was now her nail. Lilian smirked and placed the polish in her pocket. She turned and saw a little girl standing at the end of the isle staring at her accusingly. Lilian gave the girl a mischievous grin and placed her index finger in her mouth motioning her to stay quiet. The girl nodded, but then held out her hand pointing at Lilian and began to yell, "Theif!"


Lilian's eye's grew wide, That fucking little brat! Lilian turned to the other side of the isle and took off running. Shoving people out of her way, Lilian pushed her way threw the crowds of people inside the shopping center and scurried to the door. She glanced behind her and several security guards where already on her trails. She turned back around and saw several of them blocking the exit. Shit... Lilian stopped and surveyed her possible paths. She just came from the cosmetic section, so that was a definite no. Her mind raced, home goods.


Lilian ran in the direction of the kitchen small appliances. She knew that just behind that isle was the door where they keep the boxed up merchandise. Where there's boxes, there's a loading dock, and where there's a loading dock, there's an exit. Running down the isle, Lilian dropped a few boxed appliances creating obstacles for the security to pass through. She turned around and saw how they struggled to move through the mess she had made.


Her attention was driven back to the front when she bumped into a guy and bounced back landing on the floor. She moved her bangs away from her face and stood up quickly, "Watch where you're going retard!" She continued running, but the security stepped on her heels now. All they had to do was reach forward and grab her by the hoodie.


Lilian strained herself to run a bit faster. She was breathing hard and her legs where starting to tire. Just a little more. Come on. She extended her arms and busted through the warehouse door. A smile spread on her face as she was the towering stacks of boxes she could easily lose the security in. Taking a sharp left turn, Lilian sped through the mountains of boxes changing her direction every few seconds to lose the guys chasing her.


For the last time she looked back to see if she was being followed, but it seemed as if she had been successful in losing the security. Lilian smirked and ran to the exit. She was so close to the exit now. Passing through the open loading dock gate, she jumped off and landed on her feet sending a painful chill up her nerves. Lilian winced, but continued to run. There was an open tall grass field just behind a fence of the store, Perfect. Lilian easily climbed the fence and landed on the other side. She ran through the grassy field getting lost between the mass of weeds. All that drama for a stupid nail polish.

 

[Wishfully]

Click, click. Tap, tap, tap. Click.


Music. There was no other way to describe it. So simple, perhaps- yet this was where Lee felt at home. The solemn girl clacked away at her keyboard, focused and undeterred by the sound of sirens wailing in the distance. As long as they weren't coming for her, she paid them no mind. This was life in the city.


Lee's emotionless eyes scanned the screen back and forth, moving between about twenty different tabs and applications at once. Search engines, social media, news reports, museum entries...Lee breezed through them all. Then she turned to her canvas and stared at the painting she had been working on for the last three weeks. She frowned. It still wasn't convincing enough. As Lee leaned in to examine the art, her cell phone started ringing. Without needing to search for the device, she swiftly grabbed it off the desk and answered.


"Hello? Oh. Hi Mom." Lee frowned and turned back to the computer. She wasn't feeling inspired to continue painting, so she decided to work on another project. Lee mindlessly muttered her acknowledgement as her mom continued to lecture her, but she was barely listening to a word. "Yeah, yeah, I know. Yeah, I'm still looking for an apartment. No, I'm not causing trouble." Lee rolled her eyes. Her father must have been in touch with her mom; he was always concerned about Lee because she barely left her room when she was home and sometimes skipped dinner. "Uh huh. Yeah, you too. Bye."


Lee hung up the phone and continued working as if nothing had happened. She added a faint shadow to the face, giving the figure a few more years. The eyes needed something- perhaps deeper wrinkles at the corners would help give him that slight look of wisdom and age experience. Once she was satisfied with the seamless photo, she sent it to the printer especially for these kinds of jobs. What the kid needed the fake for, she didn't know. Nor did she care. Most likely, he would be using it to get into clubs and bars like most kids who gave her jobs. Lee didn't understand the appeal. She had been to a few parties before, and they seemed just as fun, if not more, and didn't require identification. But as long as they paid, she didn't feel the need to ask questions.


"Xiaoli? Dinner! I have made food, if you are hungry." Lee heard her father's thickly-accented voice on the other side of the door. Lee got up; she decided not to worry the poor man today. Besides, the printing would take awhile. Lee opened her door and stepped out with a smile. "Thanks, Dad." Her father smiled slightly back and looked past her, curiously. "What have you been doing?" he asked. Although her smile never diminished, her eyes lost their cheery expression for a moment. Although her father was a good man and cared about her, he had never looked at her the same way after he found out she had been stealing, even though that was years ago. She didn't do that anymore...at least, not blatantly. "Oh, I've been painting," she replied. "Wanna see?" Lee knew there was no way her dad would understand what or why she was painting, so she saw no harm in showing him her replica in progress. Her dad studied the work as she showed him the canvas. "Nice, he said. "But too dark." Lee turned the canvas so she could look. He was right- the lighting was completely incorrect, much dimmer than it should be. "You're right. Thanks, Dad." Lee put the painting back and gave the man a smile before following him to the kitchen. The walls were faded, and a lightbulb was missing from the overhead fan. Maybe that's why her painting was so dull. Nothing looked bright to Lee anymore. She felt like she was living in a world that was always overcast and hazy. Even if she dreamed in color, her life was barely a step up from black and white.

 

[Vudukudu]

Leon sat alone in his personal office. It was a lavish space, even by a rich man's standards. The floor was the finest marble tile available, with not a single flaw to be seen. A long Persian rug ran the exactly twenty foot length from the oaken double door to the front of the desk, which had one black leather armchair on each side. Leon appreciated class and style, and his taste showed in the expensive art work and statuary along the walls of the room. On the wall behind him, in bold black lettering, the words "Crime Pays" were featured prominently. He flaunted his power, knowing that he was untouchable to even the most dedicated law enforcer.


He sat in silence, his feet kicked up onto the desk in front of him. He had an appointment soon, and he made a habit of appearing casual in front of his one-time-only visitors. This one was a young drug runner, a boy, perhaps sixteen years old at most. He and his friends had encroached on Leon's lucrative marijuana trade, and he considered a monopoly to be the greatest expression of wealth. He would not have competition, even if the other product was low in quantity and quality. Money was power, and children didn't deserve either of those things.


A low hum punctured the silence as his visitor arrived. He was thrown into the room, and lay still on the floor for a few seconds before daring to move. The boy was bloodied and battered, with his hands tied behind his back and his head covered by a black bag. Leon got up from his desk and approached the quivering form, allowing each heavy step to echo through the room. Like the drums of war, only better.





"You've committed a great sin today, my boy." He began, crouching down in front of the figure. He ripped the bag from his head and discarded it lazily, letting it fall limply on the floor. The kid's face was bruised and he was missing a few teeth, but those things wouldn't matter soon. "I run this town, like a business. Now, the trick with businesses is that competition drives down the profit. And you're my competition." He explained calmly. "So, like any responsible businessman, I find a way to undercut the competition. Sometimes, it's blackmail. Sometimes, it's character assassination. But, for cases like you, where you're so insignificant that neither of those are a good option, I resort to simple killing."


The stink of fear and sweat filled the room. It pleased Leon, to know that he was feared. He drew the Colt .45 from his hip and pressed it to the boy's forehead. "Sleep tight." He concluded, then squeezed the trigger. He stood up again, and returned to his seat. Without even having to ask, an assistant entered the room and dragged the corpse out. They would dispose of it in a three thousand degree furnace within an hour.

 

[Hiddencard]

Alexander tilted his hat a little down in his face, and put his hands in the pockets when a police car drove by. He didn’t even have any weed on him, but it had become a habit by now. The streets had always been a place you had to keep alert (for both cobs and convicts), but nowadays it seemed to have gone even more to hell than normally. In his hand was a small slip of paper with an address on it. He had been getting his weed from another dealer for a very long time, but now that person had been busted by the cops, so he had to move on to another one. This guy was called ‘Davin', and it sounded like he had all sorts of good stuff. Although Alexander personally was mostly interested in simple pot.


However, he had another agenda as well. He wanted to get a job as a dealer, but he needed a place to start, and this Davin guy was his best shot now that his previous dealer had ended up in jail. He was going to ask this guy for help to get started. You could always use a little extra money when you lived alone, and let’s just be honest, dealing drugs was one of the best businesses in a place like here. He did have a job at a supermarket, but he had a small suspicion that he was on the verge of getting fired, because his manager told him that he could smell weed on him the other day. He needed something else. Fast.


He lit a cigarette, puffing out the smoke lazily. He wasn’t far from the complex that he was suppose to go to. He didn’t know how his friend had gotten Davin's home address, but here he was, and he didn’t ask too many questions because then he wouldn’t be able to answer a lot if he was asked about it later. He would pretend that he was a costumer at first so he could get him face-to-face and then he could present his idea of working for him.


He walked over and looked through the names. On level 12 he saw Davin’s name, and pressed his finger against the button, waiting for response. Maybe he wasn’t home, but it was worth a shot.

 

[WrittenHollowness]

Dav was just about to dial one of his close friends with the news just as he heard the doorbell ring. He stood in his underwear, battering his famous bacon wrapped chicken, flour in his face and heair. He walked over to the door and opened it, ready to bite a head off. "Who the hell are you?" he asked to shorter man, feelling a little reckless due ti his last fix.

 

[Hiddencard]

Alexander waited as the door was opened and his eyes darted over his appearance for a moment. He looked really intimidating to be honest, but Alexander was not one to get easily scared off… besides, it kind of ruined the image that he had flour all over his face. His eyes settled on his face again.


A business-like smile showed on his face, and he pulled his hands out of his pockets. “You are Davin, right?” he asked him and reached his hand out toward him to be polite, although he didn’t expect a return. “My name is Alexander, and my friend told me about your business,” he told him. “I am interested in buying.” He hurried to put a hand on the door in case Davin decided to slam it in his face. “Oh, and I’m not a cob! I swear… Max send me, he buys your stuff all the time, close buddy of mine. You will not regret it, I am a really honest costumer, pays on time every time."

 

[WrittenHollowness]

Davin looked the man down, then let him into his home. He took off his shirt and walked bqck over to the kitchen. "Take a seat." He laughed, "you are staying for dinner and dessert." Be added, laying the battered chicken in the heated oil on the stove.

 

[Hiddencard]

Alexander would have been prepared for pushing, annoyance or suspicion. He had walked here preparing all kinds of ways he could peek the man’s interest… and now, he didn’t have to. Well, this guy was more laid back he looked.. or he was high. He stood in the door for a second, and tilted his head. “You mean it?” he asked him, and then made his way inside curiously. He put his hands back in the pockets and looked around the place.


“Huh? Um, nice place,” he commented. He walked over toward his kitchen with him. “Do you really mean that I can stay for dinner?” he asked him with a slight smile, and glanced over to see what he was making.

 

[WrittenHollowness]

"Yes, and don't try anything stupid. I'm a pretty great shot, love." He laughed, turning the hicken over with a fork. "So, what are you here to obtain? And who the hell are you trying to fool with that smile?" He asked, setting the macaroni casserole down at the table. "If it wasn't little ole me, you'd be splattered. Don't you know who owns this town?" Davin asked the boy.

 

[Hiddencard]

Alexander chuckled. “Not trying anything stupid, I swear,” he promised, and patted his pockets to show that he hadn’t even brought a weapon with him. Then he realized he had been seen through and leaned up against the wall, lifting his hands in a ‘you got me’ gesture. “Ah, well, I do want to buy some pot from you, but actually… I wanted to ask if you could get me into the business,” he admitted and shrugged with a crooked smile. “You see, I really need the money.”


He shook his head by the last question. “Nah… Although I’m guessing I should know.”

 

[WrittenHollowness]

"The man I'm gonna take down. I have my right hand and I'm gonna build an army. Take everything he has." Davin said while fishing the chicken out of the pan. "Why? Because I can. And, if you really want in, say so now." He placed the plate on the table and followed up with a baked potato casserole, right out of the oven. "Where do you live now? Because I need you to relocate here." He said blatantly.


…my taptalk sucks. don't judge.

 

[Hiddencard]

Alexander watched him for a moment. Take someone down? An army? So he was pretty much signing up for war, wow, he hadn’t thought he would get the job like this. He slowly took a seat by the table, watching as he set the things up. “Um I-, yeah, I want in,” he confirmed, grinning a little in disbelief. He had come here with that in his mind at least. “I definitely want in. I live on the east side, a small complex, one room and a bathroom.”


It was definitely rash, but Alexander really had nothing to lose at this point in his life. “You won’t regret it, I am… really good at whatever you want me to do. For sure. Oh and… when you say relocate..” he clarified, moving a hand for him to elaborate.

 

[Lokipi]

Shoving her hands deeper into her jacket pockets, Harry skirted the edge her school not really paying much attention as to where she was going. Her bag was weighed down by two heavy textbooks, as well as wad of cash which was just burning a hole in her soul.


Her business was small, local and crippling to her sense of morals, but desperate times call for desperate measures. The tips she got from The Old Cuppa were barely making a dent in her tuition and the rent for her dad’s flat had just been pushed up. Knowing he was already swamped, she had avoided asking him for help, even though the man had offered multiple times. Now, instead of facing him, the girl had taken to avoidance. Leaving the house at early hours in the morning to make her ‘rounds’ before heading to school.


The stoners didn’t really care about the hour, just so long as they got their stuff, but burning the candle at both ends for Harry was really beginning to have an effect. Coffee was becoming a necessity rather than an addiction and her grades had begun to suffer. She needed sleep and she needed it soon.


Pulling out her phone, she checked the time before changing course, moving towards the school’s library. She knew the place was deserted at this hour, everyone still cuddled up in bed. The lucky….


Swiping her student card, she entered to the library, heading straight for the silent study section. A home away from home. Once she found her spot, she pulled up a chair and set an alarm before pushing her ear phones in and letting her head rest on her forearms with a heavy sigh. She was rolling in more money than she had seen in a life time, she was helping out her dad as well as sorting school and yet despite the upward turn in life style, a stone cold lump of dread had settled into her heart with news of yet another small fry dealer like herself dropping off the map.


The kid had been cool, Harry bumping into him every now and then as she made her call, but on the news of his disappearance, she knew things were becoming too risky. Unlike most of the other dealers, she was out of the network. Originally that had been the plan anyway. The safest option, after all, this wasn’t a life time career. Just away to make ends meet. Yet as more people vanished from the streets, Harry knew it would only be a matter of time until it was her.


With a heavy heart, she let herself fall into a nightmare filled doze.


She would fix her situation but after sleep and school.


Just hope dad never finds out. Though I suppose drug dealer is better than pimp… Right?

 

[WrittenHollowness]

"Until I have more forces than you and Lee up my sleeve, I need to keep my eye on you. I heard a petty dealer got dragged off the street." Davin picked up his cell and proceeded to text Lee, telling her yo get over to him. "You'll live in my loft. I an xbox, 500 channels and wifi. You'll be added to my phone service. If you need anything do not hesitate to ask." He placed a raspberry tart on the table, along with 3 plates and utensil sets. "But, do not betray me. Betray your family and I will leave you to rot." He said, handing the bot his plate. "What's your name?" He asked, sitting down.

 

[Blitzy]

"Hands where I can see 'em!"


The cashier stood dead in his tracks, shaking. This is what you get when you own a corner store in downtown Winstrom.


In front of him stood a tall young man in all blue, with a bandanna tied around his face and a beanie over his head. The gun in his hands was pointed directly at the head of the even younger employee. Complying with his orders, the young worker put his hands up in the air where they were visible.


"How the hell you gonna give me money when you got yo' hands in the air? Get to it befo' I blow your brains out," yelled the thief. Before he could even react, the alarm was sounded and in the distance sirens could be heard. The cashier alerted the cops!


*Bang!* *Bang!*


Two bullets sliced through the worker's arm, which was now on the emergency button, and the assaulter kicked the door open and sprinted across the street into an alley. Hopping the fence, he threw off his jacket and beanie, now wearing only a bandanna and a white undershirt. He quickly ran into a local restaurant, accidentally hitting a man with the door as he entered. Ignoring the angry insulting words of the stranger, he sat at a table at the very back of the room.


Another bust, man. Failure ain't an option, Tyrese thought to himself, I need a way to make some quick cash.


The nearby police sirens in the cold city air were a reminder of how close he came, and how far he remains. He took his cellphone out, but sadly there were no messages or calls.

 

[Hiddencard]

Alexander stared at him without a word for a moment. He was offering him an apartment, food, freaking xbox and wifi, just like that. He opened his mouth and then closed it again. Better not jinx it. “I... promise, I’m loyal,” he said with a smile. Then he took the plate that was offered to him, looking down at the food. It looked awesome, a better meal than he had gotten in the time he had been kicked out from home. Wow, coming here had been a good idea. “My name is Alexander Dale, Alex for short,” he told him and chuckled lightly. “Looking forward to work with you."

 

[WrittenHollowness]

"Well, you obviously know me. I don't know if it's because I'm high or not, but I have a good feeling about you." He smiled, waving his hand over the food. "Dig in, brother." he laughed, getting up to walk to his room. A quick fix was calling his name--who was he to deny himself pleasure?

 

[Hiddencard]

Alexander chuckled lightly and looked down at the food. He was actually doing this. He took a piece of the food in his mouth and he blinked surprised. Okay, he was definitely doing this. “Your food is great!” he called after him, and took another bite of it. He was not a picky eater, but he had had so much junk food lately that this was practically heaven. He looked after him, to see where he was going, chewing. He really hoped this wasn’t his ‘last meal’ or something.

 

[ROUX]

Liam tapped his Adidas clad foot impatiently as he waited in line at Starbucks.


You'd think that there would be less people in here at this time of day but no... he thought to himself before pulling out his phone. He had heard that yet another drug dealer got his ass handed to him, and it was making him antsy. Way too many people were getting the ax in this city for his taste, and he would have left a month ago if it weren't for the man that ran it.


Leon Motierre was the current object of Liam's interest, as you couldn't be part of the crime world and not know the name. The guy was a crime Lord in this Winstrom, and apparently untouchable. Liam snorted, you knew you had game if you flaunted your illegal deeds right under the police's noses. However, just because the coppers couldn't pin anything on him didn't mean there were other...more permanent ways to end the guy. Liam supposed the thrill of the chase was what he was after when he decided that Motierre would be his next target.


His head snapped up when a man with a blue bandana burst through the door, and ran for a seat on the opposite side of the room. He stared, until he realized it was his to order.

 

[Wishfully]

Lee washed the dishes out of courtesy for her father, even though he insisted on doing it himself. Though, he didn't push matters very much. Half of the time he looked at her, she swore he was scared or disgraced, or both. Lee felt like little more than a foreigner in her own home. Just as she finished, the screen on her phone lit up. Lee read the text from Davin and returned to her room for a jacket and shoes. "Bye Dad, I'm going out," Lee called over her shoulder as she closed the door, not waiting for him to respond. She pulled her jacket close with her hands in her pockets. She turned up the music in her ears and kept her head lowered. Lee didn't wander around or take her time- it was best to get where you were going as quickly as possible. Keep your keys and valuables close, mind your own business, and don't draw attention- these things had kept her alive in the city so far.


When Lee reached the apartment complex, she took the elevator up to the twelfth floor. The ride was quiet, as usual, and she stepped out into the empty hallway. She approached Davin's door and knocked twice, then rang the bell once, just like she always did. Lee wasn't too sure why Davin wanted her to come, but she normally was available to come whenever he needed. Plus, it was just nice to be somewhere else besides work and home.

 

[Blitzy]

Tyrese noticed a stranger staring at him. Nice shoes homie, he thought as he looked at him, I'd kill for-


He mentally slapped himself, and tucked his gun further into pants. He couldn't be thinking like that, not after what just happened. Best to lie low for a little.


"Lookin' at me like he never seen a black person," he muttered to himself. He shot up a gang sign in the direction of the man, and went back to playing one of those Bewjeweled-ripoff games on his stolen phone.


"Um sir you have to buy something o-or you have to leave," a young employee said, tapping on his shoulder. Tyrese threw change at the man and yelled for him to screw off. The employee scurried off, apparently intimidated greatly by his quarter-throwing skills.


Tyrese began laughing hysterically at his reaction, attracting the attention of quite a few people. This only made him laugh more.