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 Posted: Mon Dec 11, 2006 9:48 pm
--Vegas Nights--
The other side of Glamor! 1. Story 2. Rules 3. Character Profiles 4. Gangs/Crews 5. Updates 6. Misc.
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Posted: Mon Dec 11, 2006 10:07 pm
--Story-- So, what you see in Vegas is the strip right? That 7 miles of hotels and casinos and laughter and all that jazz. Well that's great, you obviously don't know s**t about what really goes on. You might know that most criminal organizations own those casinos and make sure no one misbehaves it. You might not know that there are actually people who live in Vegas. There are places like Northtown that a white boy, or girl wouldn't be able to walk down without being punked by some Crip or Blood. The amount of different crews up in Vegas would make you laugh. They got the ECDK, HDK, DBK, 5-0K. In a way, I guess Vegas could be considered a melting pot of people from everywhere.
This story, my story, takes place far from the strip. People can't be trusted real easy here and if you don't got the right friends, well too bad. You're ********. Crack and tweak are big. Weed and alcohol will always be there. You have a choice, join a crew, join a gang, or be a loner with little connections. It's up to you, I'll understand. As for me, I'll rep that 5-0K and keep me and people safe from the rest of them. Make the rights friends and you'll succeed. Mess with the wrong people and you'll never be seen again...
So here's out it goes. They call me BK, BigK, Big Killa, whatever. That's just what it is. You don't need to know my real name and why would you really care? ******** with me and you ******** with 5-0K, HDK, and ECDK. Yea, that's a good amount of people. I'll explain, 5-0K or the 5-0 Krew is a just a bunch of people who chilld with one another and get drunk and high and whatever. We chilled too much and formed a crew for it. When going to a party, we roll deep and rep a 5-0. HDK is the more skater side of things. They're a bunch of drunkies and potheads too but they know how to fight and skate. ECDK is more of the punk rock and hardcore kids. They tag up anywhere and everywhere. These aren't those little punker kids at school. They smell, they wear bullet belts, patches, and listen to the true essence of punk. Me, well I fit in to all I guess. You can too if you meet up with the right people.
At the moment, our relation ship with DBK, Desert Breeze Krew (A bunch of skaters), has turned for the worse. The oldschool members of DBK most left and formed their own s**t and the new members try to give us s**t. So we don't get along too good with them. E-Block, a bunch of wannabe Crips try to take over our territory too. Stay clear from them unless you rollin' deep.
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Posted: Mon Dec 11, 2006 10:27 pm
--Rules-- 1. No godmoding, special powers, powerplaying. You're going to be a human who has control of only one's self. You will not control anyone else's character. And take hits, a fight is rarely ever one-sided.
2. No cybering. Yes there will be love interests along the way and it is Vegas...the highest teen pregancy rate. If ya wanna do the down and dirty, don't do it on Gaia. If you do it through PM's, I don't care.
3. Be literate. I'm not the best speller and grammatical person ever, but I know how to write a sentence and a paragraph. Try to get a good amount of postage-ness in each post. (If that made sense.))
4. Follow the rules of the guild and of Gaia! Break the rules of the guild, I'll ban you! Break the rules of Gaia, well that's a different story!
5. When posting profiles, title it "That's Vegas For Ya!" so I know you read the rules. Also include some type of emoticon at the END OF THE PROFILE!
6. Yes, this will have a highschool atmosphere to it. Just because you're in a crew doesn't mean you don't goto school or college. You don't have to be enlisted to school though.
7. I can add more rules if I wish.HAVE FUN! This is a different type of RP...I know already.
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Posted: Mon Dec 11, 2006 10:33 pm
--Character Profiles-- Username: ((Simple enough))
Character Name: ((First and last name))
Age: ((Not too young now. I'll accept 15 and older.))
Affiliation: ((What crew you're in if you're in one. You can be anything, even a cop))
Appearance: ((Picture or description...or both))
Personality: ((How your character acts))
Weapon(s): ((Be realistic. Not everyone or anyone will have a semi-automatic machine gun or even a handgun at that.))
Bio: ((Your character's history and how they became affiliated with the different crews or gangs))
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Posted: Mon Dec 11, 2006 10:50 pm
--Gangs/Crews-- 5-0 Krew: This crew consists of a bunch of people who normally just 'chill' together. Dante, an ex-paramedic, started it after his original KBK crew was broken apart. They're not too much into gang activity but they do solicit drugs and watch out for one another.
Enemies - DBK, E-Block1. ViciouslySexy Username: Viciouslysexy Character Name: Kieron Volaju Age: 17 Affiliation: 5-0K, HDK Appearance: KieronHe normally wears a black t-shirt with a pair of blue, sagging, Krew pants. A black bandana is found in his backpocket to show his colors. Personality: A very down to earth type person. He is collected and considered very friendly. Although it seems rather rare for Kieron to fight now-a-days, he can and will for certain people. Weapon(s): Black butterfly knife Bio: Kieron had first grown up in Florida and not necessarily the best part. When coming in to middle school, his life changed to that of a good student to one of a druggy. He dealt with the wrong people and sold drugs to other kids. It wasn't long until he found himself getting caught up in a drive by. Unlike one of his friend who was shot in th chest, he was hit in the right leg and left with a scar. He moved up to Vegas when 14 and started highschool there. By tenth grade, he met up with members of ECDK and HDK. When becoming friends with them, it didn't take long for Kieron to join HDK and rep ECDK. His now mature mind thought of drugs to be nothing more than a petty escape. His drinking habits haven't changed though, leading him into 5-0K.
Enemies - DBK, E-Block, PPM
Even Christ Died Krew (ECDK): The amount of different names this crew has is unimaginable. Brailey, a man who can care less about anyone else started this crew when tagging up tunnels and bridges. More people got into this scene and spread the name around. At first they were nothing but painters but now they get into drug sales. Although not as closely knit as other crews, they can take down others in numbers.
Enemies - PPM
Desert Breeze Kids or Krew:At first they were small with a bunch of hard niggas. As their name grew bigger, there came posers to tried to fit in. Now that the older members are gone, the posers took over. Not all of them can fight, but they have more than 100 people in this crew and a bunch of others to get their back. Randy, a rather lanky figure, was the last of the oldschool members and is not considered their leader.
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Annice37489 Username: Annice37489
Character Name: Lynnette 'Lynn' Braunningger
Age: 16
Affiliation: Desert Breeze Krew
Appearance: Lynnette
Personality: Lynnette is a pathetic romantic, no mater what she says. She can be a big flirt at times, but is very trustworthy. Whenever she gets angry--although she is always depressed--you should run away. When a fight breaks out, and she's in it, she tries to make as much blood come out as possible.
Weapon(s): Lynnette has a small pocketknife, and carries a small pistol in her studded belt.
Bio: Lynnette has had the life of a skater; there were drugs that she had gotten into. She had often been prosecuted because of the things she would do when she was high; mostly off of marijuanna, cocaine, and other drugs and alchohol. Lynnette had become a member of the DBK because of her talents in skating. When Lynnette had talents; she had talents.
Enemies - HDK, 5-0K, DBK, ECDK
E-Block: Older DBK members soon moved to E-block and started to represent Crip. These guys are more hardcore than the rest and are probably found strapped. Having good connections with them would keep things easy. Anwar keeps things running here. This 220 pound boxer will take down someone with one hit.
Enemies - HDK, 5-0K, ECDK, DBK
Pro Park Mafia (PPM): Matt Leitchy is considered the king of this skatepark and is followed by many. TJ Carter, a UFC fighter rolls with these guys and should not be taken lightly. Their numbers are not as great as DBK.
Enemies - DBK, E-Block
Other: Those not affiliated with gangs but may have connections with them.
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[.lubrication.] Username: [.lubrication.]
Character Name: Anika "Cal" Bell
Age: 17
Affiliation: No affiliation as of yet [?].
Appearance: [x] [x]
Anika mostly wears a white or black spaghetti strap shirt with the same bright pink jacket. Her lower clothing varies between tight jeans, short shorts, and skirts with the usual pink and black sneakers.
Personality: Anika is basically a calm girl, although she is always annoyed with current day society. Always she has been an outcast, no matter which school she transferred to. Even still she walks around with a smile plastered on her face. Never does she look at anyone with a glare. Despite her kindness, though, if messed around with she can get violent. Other than the usuals, Anika is also very sweet and carring. Her weakness relates mostly to romance novels and art.
Weapon(s): Two knifes: Basic, red pocket knife, and a fold-out knife [if you know what I mean].
Bio: Anika came from a bad history of family abuse. Her father abused her physically, emotionally, and mentally. Even her brother's took on her father's bad habits. After her mother and father divorced she was always pushed around by her second oldest, full brother. Life wasn't really happy for her, and in order to escape the already cruel world, she would read books or draw her heart out. Her mother is a fanatic with gambling. When she moved to Vegas for the first time [she has been there before], her first fear was that her mother would blow her money out on the strip. Surprisingly her mother controled herself, and they live in a nice little apartment where Anika is able to have her own room and hopefully her own privacy. The only problem was starting in her new school.
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 11:18 am
--Updates-- 12/12/06...
Start sending profiles in. This RP is open starting today.
Viciouslysexy 12/12/06...
Well, things seem to be a little tense at the moment. Things between HDK and DBK are heating up again because of a little incident that occured at school. It turns out that HDK's baby girl, or the youngest sister in the Andersons, was kicked during lunch period and now sprained her ankle pretty badly. The kid who kicked her repped DBK and started talkin' a bunch of s**t. So now, rather than taking this out on the crew, we find that kid and teach him a lesson. Don't hit girls, especially this one.
Kieron Volaju
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 11:32 am
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 9:41 pm
The blankets covered up his body from the lights outside. There was some motion underneath as the alarm went out. It was 6:45 am, Kieron forgetting to take it off during the weekend. His arm was around someone but right now it didn't matter. His mind was still sleeping but his body was starting to get up. "God...dammit I hate life!" He lied. It was just the mornings getting to him. He wore nothing but a pair of sweat pants. Kieron finally sat up and rubbed his head. His hairwas pushed out of his way and the half-opened eyes looked around the room. There were a couple of empty beer bottles on a table along with a box of condoms. He laughed slightly and soon got up fully on the bed. The first thing he went for was the bathroom. It was his ritual.
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[.lubrication.] Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 9:47 pm
I woke up that Saturday morning around nine o'clock or so. The sky was still a dull grey; the mark of winter for me, and Christmas was coming soon. For all I knew my insane brother may have taken the rest of my money from the glass jar I keep under my bed. I've been saving money for awhile now just to go Christmas shopping, and, now that I check, my money is where I placed it last night. The worse thing about waking up in one of the most well known cities in America, is starting in a new school. I just moved here a week ago; maybe a week and a half. My mom found a little apartment just a couple of blocks from my new high school. It's fairly comfortable: rooms for three with two bathrooms; no furniture, though. Well, what would you expect? I just moved here.
My room was empty as of now. All that I had was a little air mattress my mom had recently bought me, with a sleeping bag and a pillow. Not that comfortable, but it'll do. Anyways, today I would be going shopping by myself at the local mall. I would go with friends, but.. they're in California, which reminds me of how I got my nickname, Cal. I'm originally from Germany, though I have the nickname Cal, short for California. My friends gave it to me since they knew how much I hated that state. It always bugged me with the rich, annoying twits walking around with thousands of dollars in their pockets every day.
Anyways.. I knew the sun would be coming out soon. Clouds covered the skies like thick grey blankets emitting ice cold streams of wind and rain every now and then. Well, lucky me it wasn't raining. I got up from my pathetic excuse for a bed and slipped on an old pair of jeans I brought with me for extra-curicular activities and headed for my bathroom. My mom was already up phoning some moving people and asking how long our furniture will take to get here since we needed it badly. It was funny watching her. She reminds me of those crazy Europeans who immigrate to the states yet start random, unneccesary complications with businesses. I shook my head and smiled at her and did my daily hygene activities: you know.. showering, brushing my teeth, washing my face, taking a piss. That sort.
It was about forty five minutes later when I finished freshing myself up. I had a fresh pair of jeans, thick wool socks, with my regular white spaghetti strapped shirt and bright pink jacket. Since it was cold I grabbed my favourite hand knitted, pink and black scarf and beanie and put them on. I didn't bother to eat breakfast before I left. All I did was kiss my mother goodbye, grabbed my money, and left the house. I figured I could pick up something on the way.. if I knew where the mall was.
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 10:03 pm
It only took him a good half hour to get ready for the day. That girl was still asleep. She must be hungover. Kieron himself had his own headache but it was well worth it. Every Friday there was a party at his house. People from his crews came and chilled there. It was at this party that he learned about the DBK kid hitting Liz Anderson. Liz was practically Kieron's little sister as well. She was his neighbor and probably best friend. He wore nothing but a pair of semi-tight blue Krew pants along with a sweater. His bandana was stuck in his back right pocket and the butterfly knife was placed on the other side.
He stepped outside to feel the weather pushing through his sweater. "Oh this is making my nipples hard!" He laughed at himself when seeing people chilling on his steps. Kieron lived in an apartment down in Jones. There were a lot of Crips in this area and gangsters. These other guys were part of 5-0K and lived close to Propark, in the nicer area. Kieron could care less about where he lived. It was friends that really mattered.
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[.lubrication.] Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 10:14 pm
It wasn't long until I found myself lost. What would you expect? New girl, new town, no one that I know, and very.. very frightening looking people. It was typical of me to think that way. Everyone just seemed to always have a glare in their face. I've never seen a slightest hint of happiness and joy in anyone's eyes since I came here.. and I like happiness. I can tell you; I'm a romance freak. Anyways, back to focusing on where I was. There weren't any directions pointing me to a mall, and if there were I definitely missed them.
All the people I passed gave me weird looks. I could say that I'm used to it since usually I'm a loud mouth, laughing, freak-loving girl wearing bright pink every single day of the year, but this time, this particular day, I was a frightened puppy dog, wearing bright pink, and is very hostile to anyone asking me for money or just looking at me funny. Hey, that rhymes! I would have asked this group of males for directions.. but by the clothing that they wore, and the looks they gave me, I'd rather be lost than gang-banged. Hey, hey! Don't get any crazy thoughts in your head. I'm not scared, really. Ok, that's a lie. I am scared.. like s**t.
I stopped about a couple blocks from my apartment. I figured that I should be close to the high school and not in much danger, or fright, but I didn't see any buildings or signs that actually looked educational to me. I sighed and leaned against an oddly shaped and stained lamp post. I didn't know what to do or where to go. I was stuck, lost, in a place I wish I wasn't in at the moment.
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Posted: Tue Feb 20, 2007 4:00 pm
He kept walking closer to one of the cars right out front of the apartment. Kieron sighed and saw his own breath. It was something he always enjoyed doing so. It was a childish act but Kieron would rather be a child at times. He pulled out a set of keys and placed on specific key inside a car. It was a '72 Chevelle painted red. The car was beautiful on the outside but it had its problems. He hoped for the things to start up easily for once. Opening the door, he sat down and looked at the people near his house. He shook his head and tried starting the car. "Oh come on don't give me s**t today..." It took three more turns for the car to start.
The car peeled out and had gotten onto the driveway. He followed most of the rules of the road but sometimes Kieron let the Chevelle push the speed limit. He would rather get arrested for a serious crime instead for some bullshit like this. The car stopped at a red. He let his head rest on the back of the seat when he thought about what happened at the school. Liz, the little sister from HDK, was hurt badly just because of her brothers. He knew well that Taylor would try to kill someone for such an act. Kieron however wanted to take care of the situation in another way. He pressed on the gas as the lights turned green. He was heading out to see how this girl was really doing.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 3:30 pm
Lynnette was laying under the covers of her somewhat dirty bed. Her bedroom was a pigstein though, and she took no shame in its badly formed curtains, skateboards hanging on the wall, and her pieces of underwire on the carpet. She let out a long, dreadful moan, and sat up, looking around to finally spot her clock that was oh-so-hard to find. Lynnette sighed, and slid the blanket off of her pale, skinny legs. All she had was a red shirt, and some shorts on. She said not a word, then stood, stretching to her full-off limits. She sighed, walking over to her closet to have something 'school-appropriate'. Well, appropriate to her, anyway. Then a thought shot through the sanctums of her confound mind: It was cold. Lynnette jumped onto her bed with her knees, and looked out of her window. Had she remembered that it was almost Christmas? Obviously not. Somehow she had the memory of a frozen cantalope whom had just gotten out of the frozen fury of the blasted freezer in the kitchen.
Lynnette sighed, and stood on her carpet again, walking to her closet to find her clothing. She pulled out a black spaghettii-strapped shirt, black khaki jeans, combat boots, a studded belt, a black hoodie, and her contacts. Her studded belt was her insignia; everyone knew her by that one sign. 'It's Lynn! How's the studded belt doin'?', some teens would call to her. They always knew that she would wear her studded belt at all times. Lynnette walked over to get dressed, and pulled her shirt off, grabbing her other shirt. After, she put on her hoodie, pulling the hood off of her head as she pulled it through her body. She slipped her belt through the belt loops of her jeans, then slipped those on. Clipping the belt together, she walked over to her nightstand, opening up her contacts' case; placing the contacts on her eyes through a fit of tears. Lynnette walked over to her combat boots whom were eskew from her throwing them down on the floor, slipping them on with a slight grunt when she zipped them. A minute later, she was out the door of her bedroom, walking over to her empty kitchen.
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