Realistic or Modern Just a Petty Criminal

[Hiddencard]

Alexander held the gun toward the door when he heard voices, but when he recognized it as the boisterous Liam from earlier he slowly lowered it again. “It’s what?” he began shocked, when he heard they were going down, literally, but Davin seemed to disagree with the claim when he walked in a moment later. Alexander let the gun fall down by his side, and rubbed a hand down his face, before letting out a huff of air. “What the hell happened down there?” he asked, flinging out a hand. “We almost turned into cottage cheese up here,” he said and put the gun on the table, before grabbing another smoke of weed from his pocket, shaking his head.


He lit it up with his lighter and looked over at Davin. “Is it safe to go down there now?” he asked him. He still had an appointment to go to with Harry, but he didn’t want to run into one of Leon’s men… or a cop. “I was going to met up with a friend of mine, Harry, she is pretty good with cars and stuff,” he informed. “I thought she might be able to help, don’t want Leon getting his hands on her first.”


It wasn’t before now that he seemed to noticed the two new people… one of them with a shirt wrapped around his head. He took a deep inhale of the joint.

 

[WrittenHollowness]

"Until we have a understanding of the entire situation, I want no one leaving!" Davin yelled, irritated with the shifts of balance in command. "Will, go torture your little friend. Lee, get blueprints on our target and map out a route that will destroy the place. I want all structural instabilities, all schedules. Hell, I wanna know when the dog shits." He turned to Alexander, a frown embedded on his face. "Get both your friend, and Marissa in my apartment. Now. Don't make me ask you again. I'm gonna go shower, fuckers. And for anyone who thinks my methodz are reckless, you can exit out of my window." He finished, walking to his bathroom and slamming the door.

 

[xxDragonEater95xx]

Marissa had successfully numbed herself of today's occurrences and had made sure to pack her bag with the rest of the weed she owed Alexander and then some, but also grabbed a little dust for her new Boss. She didn't want to pull a no-show at work, especially right after the events of today, so she pulled out her phone and text Marcus over at the casino;


Hey, not gonna be able to make it in tonight, can you cover for me?


What the fuck, Mars! I expected you here 30mins ago


I know I got caught up and now not feeling so good


Uh-huh...well get your shit together. I'd hate to see you in a bad way, you know how Leon is


If you got my back then I doubt that'll even be an issue, so just cover for me. Please!


Fine. Whatever, but consider this your 1 freebie


Seriously!?! This is the first time I've missed! Fine, idc


Well enjoy your night off


Plan on it!





Once she had finished talking to Marcus she turned on her sound system and started blasting Lil Wayne through the speakers, she was in no rush to return back to Davin's and figured that she was relatively safe within the confines of her mini fortress. She blazed up again as she went to the fridge and grabbed herself a cold Miller Lite, then hopped back on the couch, laying out and staring up at the ceiling. Things didn't seem all that bad from her altered state of mind...Davin had potentially upset Leon, Leon would mercilessly hunt them down and try to kill them, and best case scenario Leon somehow falls from grace and worst case scenario is everyone one of them die. The odds were clearly against them but that didn't mean that it wasn't worth the fight, she blew out a few smoke O's as she chuckled over the possibilities. She placed her blunt on the living room table, cracked open her beer and took a few big chugs before switching the 2 out.

 

[Hiddencard]

Alexander looked over at Davin as he spoke and nodded his head simply. “Got it. I’m going,” he said and finished his joint off, before throwing the rest out the broken window. Then he went out the door, and grabbed his phone. He dialed Harry’s number as he went down the steps, waiting for her to pick up. He put the phone to his ear as he walked down the step, taking another inhale of the joint. He didn’t know if he wanted to involve her or not anymore, but at the same time it would be much worse if Leon got a hand on her.

 

[ROUX]

Liam stood there, a bit surprised Davin's outburst. After a few more moments, he headed in the direction Dav had gone in, opening the bathroom door and ignoring the looks on the other's faces as he did so. Davin seemed extremely stressed - not that he would blame the man. But he didn't want to have to prove his point by hopping out the window, so negotiating was the only option.


He closed the door behind him, breathing out as a wall of steam smacked him in the face. He looked at the floor, red creeping into his cheeks as he spoke softly.


"Dav...?" He said, wanting to offer comfort to the other man but not knowing exactly what to say to do so.

 

[Wishfully]

Lee didn't have much time to respond before everyone was inside. "Everyone" meaning new people she hadn't known about before. Man, it was getting crowded. She never though this operation would become such a big deal, but she probably should've expected so. Before she could ask about the situation, Alex was and then Davin was giving out orders. Oh yes, because staying here where they know you live is obviously the best plan of action, Lee grumbled to herself before getting to work on the things Davin had instructed. She didn't feel the need to say anything else- she didn't even care who the newcomers were anymore, and she knew better than to try and talk to Davin when he was this energized and focused. Come back when you can, but take care, Lee briefly texted to Mars.

 

[WrittenHollowness]

"What, Mr. I have a better plan?" Davin asked from the sink. He was flecking a highlight brush theough his dark hair with a bleaching agent. A line of coke and meth was on the bathroom counter, half snorted. "Do you wanna tell me how far I've fallen? Hurry up though, this shit smarts!" He winced, trying to reach back and get the roots he couldn't see.

 

[ROUX]

"Dav. Calm the hell down...please," he added, trying not to sound so aggravated. "I'm not here to judge you, ok? I'm here to help you," he explained, trying not at scream at the man as he noticed the drugs on the sink. He stepped forward, knocking them off and into the trash below, gritting his teeth as he did so.


"I'm just trying to point you in the right direction you know..." He explained, dusting leftover powder off of his hand in apparent disgust. Liam looked at him, raising an eyebrow. "And why are you coloring your hair?"

 

[WrittenHollowness]

"Did you just knock my--what's wrong with you?" Davin asked. It was rather rude for him to do so, as he could have asked for them to be moved out of sight.


"I'm bleaching my hair because he saw me...and partly because I'd look good blonde." Dav explained, stroking his eyebrows just a little. "Of course, I'll have to use a lightener and all that crap...ash blonde?" He asked, his mind going into a sight speed frenzy. He always enjoyed those.


"You can't shower with me...are you gonna talk to me with the curtain up?" Dav asked, unbuttoning his pants.

 

[Lokipi]

Harry’s eyes remained pinned to the smoky pillar which snaked up from the now smouldering remains of what use to be a taxi…or at least Harry thought it had been a taxi. The fire had left a lot to the imagination. Charring the paint off and blackening the metal to a charcoal grey, twisted clump.


Whatever had happened had been big, Harry decided, while the questionable lump of fabric which sprawled across the pavement to her left, hovered in the girl’s peripheral vision. She knew what it was yet regardless, she could not look. Part of being afraid to see the man’s remains and brain spatters. Seeing a real dead body this early into her day was just not in her schedule and Harry planned to keep it that way… though one little side of her played with the idea of double tap. From this distance she didn’t know if the guy had been shot in the head or not and if this was a possible zombie out break (of course it wasn’t but still) precautions had to be taken into consideration.


It was then, as her mind began to wander that her phone went off. Pulling out the small device, she hit answer without thinking, pushing it to her ear.


“Sup?” She asked, not even bothering to check who was on the receiving end of her phone call. It wasn’t like anyone dangerous had her number yet and besides, answering without checking the caller ID just added a little mystery to the day. Not to mention her head wasn’t exactly with it, as her eyes nervously looked everywhere, around the scene, bar the human remains.

 

[BrownBear]

"Its been ok."


Demon watches the street from his porch. His rocking chair creaks with each swing. He waves to a couple of the neighborhood kids riding the their bikes by. A an old beat up Impala cruises by, bumping Rick Ross loudly. Old women are carrying grocery bags trudges through the hot sun, heading home to cook for their husbands.


"Aye! Dont you ever come back." The black couple across the street. Arguing. Again. It seemed this happened every two weeks, and its aaaaalways the same argument. She says "You deadbeat. Get a job. You smoke too much. Leave!"


3 days later they make up, and the cycle restarts.


For a pretty rough neighborhood, things werent so bad. Although there was a black couple across the way, this was mostly a Dominican and Puerto-Rican neighborhood. Bachata, merengue, and reggaeton made up most of the sounds here in El Cache, located southwest in the city. It has a likeness very similar to Washington Heights in NYC. The gangs here were mostly unorganized young kids with old leaders. You had the occasional shoot out on the street sure, but it was mostly cool. Except the time an AK47 round went through Demons window. The costed him a bit. That was a drag.


But mostly... its been ok


Its nice out (Idk know the time of day). He stops rocking back and forth, grabs the bong on the porch table and lights up for a hit. Hes only buzzing. He doesnt feel like getting blasted today. Plus he has to head out to work pretty soon.


He looks around the porch and nods in satisfaction. He bought this old abandoned house for cheap at an auction a month ago. For 2 months he hustled for cash to get out of some crappy ghetto apartments east of here. What kind of hustling? Petty start up stuff. Gas station robberies. Burglary. Street races, which he rented cars for. He dabbled in reselling of drugs, but was always careful not to stay in one place for too long. Gangs would want to do deal with him... as for honest work? He worked as bouncer for a club sometimes and a taxi cab driver. He was also into ebay selling and reselling.


Demon scratched his five o clock stubble. He was a handsome young man but nothing hot. Full lips, short hair, dark skin. He was a good height, enough so that didnt have to work too hard to get some respect. He got that bouncing job because he was an ex marine who could fight, and also because he was athletic looking. He kept his body fit and fighting skills sharp by going to the local rec center in the mornings. Other than that he was not tatted up so looked pretty average. He didnt dress too flashy, but definitely did his best at finding good deals at places like ross. Business casual was his sort of thing.


You could say he didnt really fit in the neighborhood. He liked listening to Chris Botti Radio on Pandora often, which struck passerby's as odd. Many of his neighbors think he's a sort of salesmen. Which he is ok with...


After one more hit, he gets off from his chair and heads to his car. As he walks down the steps, he check for creakiness. He applies pressure for each plank of wood. He nods and smirks in pride and satisfaction. After a couple of steps toward his car, he looks back at the house...


"Still some work to do." Demon says as he sighs. The house was still far from perfect, since he recently paid for an alarm system. The interior looked far better than the interior however. It was a 6 bed 3.5 bathroom two story house. It was badly shaped on the skin, but he liked projects. Plus... this was his first home...

He nodded one last time before getting in his Volvo S40. He bought it for only about 12'000. Not bad for a reliable car. Sure it wasnt a race car but hey... gotta start from somewhere... he started the car, plugging his ipod 64 g in the aux cable. After clicking his seat belt and checking his mirrors, he selected Indian Summer by Chris Botti. He put down his mirror to check his eyebrows which often needed fixing because of the bushiness. He check his teeth for any spinach from the salad he ate earlier. He took off his jacket deciding it was way too hot, and desperately feeling the A/C for cold air.


After a sigh of relief and satisfaction in his appearance

He started his car and rolled.... "Its gonna be an ok day"...

 

[ROUX]

"You'd look good even if you were a redhead, Dav. But what makes you think I want to shower with you?" He scoffed at at Davin's assumption.


"We do need to talk. Don't even get me started on the drugs...I'll deal with that later," he snapped.


"The five minute breakdown on the sidewalk doesn't count, and you're still pissed at me, for reasons I'm not quite sure of." Liam leaned against the wall and crossed his arms, consciously trying not to watch the man undress. "Care to enlighten me?"

 

[WrittenHollowness]

Daven stepped out of his briefs and past William, entering the shower. He took off the bndage on his hand, wincing at the wounds he'd given himself.


"You are a control freak."


He turned the shower on, the spray hitting his fave. Dav grimaced and pointed the head lower.


"It's okay. I'm not perfect either. We fit well together...but we are always angry at each other."


That was a lie. They were happy on the island. Until Will left, that is.


"We need to let go of some things." He mused, picking up his body wash and beginning to lather himself up.

 

[ROUX]

"Well maybe you should stop doing stupid things to make me angry," Liam muttered. The man was right-but then again, it wasn't hard to tick either of them off in the first place. He just wished Dav was more careful...


"Let go? What do you mean let go? If we don't talk about these...problems, we're just going to continue on mad. And I'm not being controlling-" Liam stopped, taking a deep breath. "You know what? Just tell me why you're mad. Then I'll tell you. We can go from there..."

 

[WrittenHollowness]

"You never want my opinion." Davin called out from behind the curtain. "You always do things that involve me without talking with me first. You left withoug talking to me. You pulled the guy out of the car that I already wplaced in there to make a point. But what is the point, when everyone thinks I'm a wildchild, right?"


He rinsed the coloring agent out of his hair and eyebrows. As soon as he shampooed qnd conditioned it, his scalp felt way better.


"Okay, your turn."

 

[ROUX]

Liam rattled off his points expressionless, staring up at the celling as he did so. "You're impulsive, you never plan ahead, you constantly let yourself get sidetracked by the smallest things, and yes, Dav, you're reckless. And I'm not jumping out a damn window," he said, glaring upwards.


He sighed, putting his hands behind his head. "Look...I'm sorry ok? But I don't want you hurt. And when you go off for the stupidest things, putting your life in danger...it makes me upset, because I if I loose you again, I'll never forgive myself. I barely handled leaving you the first time, If I had to watch you get yourself killed, knowing I could have said something to stop it..."


Liam stopped, letting Dav have a chance to speak.

 

[WrittenHollowness]

"I can't be under your microscope all the time." Davin said, turning off the water. He pulled back the curtain and flinched back, waiting for the snarky comments or peals of laughter. "So...how is it, love?" He asked the man.

 

[ROUX]

Liam didn't even bother asking how he did it-changed so drastically and looked just as ravishable as before. He just walked over without a word, placed his hands on either side of Dav's face, and kissed him sweetly, before pulling back and blushing.


"You look fine," he said, a bit embarrassed at his actions, and he stepped back to give the man his space.

 

[Vitez]

Sage walked out of her house chewing a fresh piece of mint gum. She was wearing tight workout clothes with a bag of gear slung over her shoulder. In her hands was a water bottle and her car keys. Jumping in her car, she headed for the gym. She had to train- to prepare for the inevitable.


She thought about the city as she drove, which was brand new to her. She smiled as she thought about how the city would never be the same. Her thoughts led her to her house, which was nice in a decent neighborhood. She had to do quite a few "favors" for that one. But she didn't mind- knowing that she could get anything she wanted was satisfying.


She arrived at the gym and quickly headed to the mats. She did a quick routine to get warmed up, then she started a more intense one, using all of her repertoire. Gymnastics was tough, but it kept her agile and nimble. It also kept her in great strength and physical condition. Perfect for burglary and other lines of crime.


After taking a water beak, Sage thought about what she wanted to do later that night. Something with a dangerous appeal. She decided to walk the streets- looking for someone to manipulate. It was dangerous, she knew, but she needed some more money and she could defend herself just fine. Who knew- maybe she would meet someone? Sage was used to being alone, but she had often longed for some companionship. After considering the possibilities, she left the gym and started walking, wondering who she would meet.

 

[WrittenHollowness]

Davin was surprised bybthe sudden kiss. "Oh...well...thanks?" he said, making the ssituation much more awkward than need be.


"Can you hand me a towel?"

 

[ROUX]

Liam tossed him the towel, then turned to leave the room. "I'll be in the living room, keeping an eye on my prisoner..." He sighed.


"Let me know when you're ready to calm down enough to plan out your next move ok?" He said, before leaving the bathroom and picking up the unconscious man again, dragging him into another room and dropping him on the hardwood.

 

[Hiddencard]

Alexander was still going down the many stairs (why did Davin have to live on the 12th floor), when the phone was picked up and he heard her voice go through. It had been a while since they had spoken, but he recognized the voice. “Hi. It’s Alexander,” he said and let out a sigh. “Tell ya, sorry that I got hung up with some… business. I am on my way toward the café, are you still there?” he asked. Assuming that she would have been waiting there by now. He moved his hat a little up, and skipped down the last of the steps on the stair.


He stopped by the door, and glanced outside to check for cops. There were a few who had shown up and was speaking to all the people that had left the apartment. They probably didn’t think that someone would still be in there after the shooting. It was while he was looking around that he spotted Harry standing there. “Huh?.. what are you doing here?” he asked her, and then stepped out the door as all the cops were distracted anyway. He hung up the phone and walked over toward her.

 

[WrittenHollowness]

Davin exited the bathroom, fully dressed in a black muscle shirt, grey jeans, and sneakers. He approached Lee and gave her a pat on the head before plopping down next to her. "We are going to have to make a few desicions and I want your opinion before I make any official moves. Is that okay?" He asked, running ahand through his blonde locks.

 

[Wishfully]

"Don't touch me," Lee grumbled, almost an immediate response. Her gaze didn't break away from the screen as she typed a bit more. Her fingers worked quickly as she copied down the text and saved the document. "Alright, here, I found your schedules. I have the general blueprints, but I don't have a good entry or exit route yet and-" the girl stopped short as she turned to Davin. "Why are you blonde?" she blurted out. Lee sighed and shrugged, not waiting for him to respond. "Whatever. Fine, I'll try to help with decisions." She found it just a little strange that Davin was asking for her opinion, since recently she had been used to just getting orders. Lee wasn't one to complain about just following, so she never really cared. Still, Lee gave Davin a weird look. What had made him so happy and friendly all the sudden? Probably drugs, she told herself. Or Liam. Or both.

 

[ROUX]

Liam came back from the kitchen carrying two mugs of coffee - one for him, and one for his new 'friend' on the floor. He sat on the couch, putting his feet up again and sipping his drink. He reached down with one leg, rolling the bound man on the floor so he was face up.


And this, is for endangering my boyfriend, he thought before returning his leg to it's earlier position, putting his own mug down on the table beside him, and emptying the other cup full of scalding hot liquid over the imprisoned man's face. He'd have been lying if he told you the act of violence didn't make him feel good as he listened to the screams. It effectively woke him up- and was a good example of what Liam would do to him if he didn't start talking.