NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: This Rp is to relax from political issues and well..just kick it :). Im looking for all types of charactors who might be in such a highschool as this. I would request experianced Rp'ers...not everyone has to be but i would like afew if possible. I would just like to see how this goes basicly so post on here if you are interested in this topic as the story line will come out well i hope. I just want to portray a poor neibourhood with lots of fun and partys, Teenagers basic life :).

MY CHARACTOR:

Tyreese Williams
17 years old
grew up in South Central
Drives a 1987 Trans Am(restoring)
Currently single

OOC: My character:

Sheila Williams
15 years old
Immigrant, only family member who speaks English
Single, no friends as of yet.

OOC: :) alright, we still need more charactors people! be immigrants from your own nation or jus doin a term or 2 at South Central...

tag(ill give you character later)

OOC:O.K no problem we can wait to get under weigh, remember it's South Central..anything can happen haha...i wanna avoid Terriosts taking over the school though..

Sheila was nervous about coming here. She had recently immigrated from an area of Temme where the only language spoken was French. She could speak English somewhat because she'd been taught English in Temme, but it still was not perfect. She had a lot of trouble with conjugation, and often used the infinitive. She walked up the steps of the school wearing her backpack and a nervous look.

Tyreese Williams sat on the hood of his Trans Am watching people go into the school, Summer vacation was over but in Baccardi South it stayed Summer all the time so who cared. The school was packed with people from Dominican Republic,Mexico,France,Korea, and lots of other nations...that was just the start of the list.

Tyreese put down his 40 of Captian Morgan and put on his Doo Rag then looked at his buddies:

"Tremaine get out my car fool, droppin ashes on my seat!"

Tyreese and his boys ran the school so the word around was, They had been the cool kids ever sence 6th grade elementry and also the starters of shit.

They all headed towards the school doors and went in:

"this place gets worse every year haha" joked Lavvar

Tyreese was drunk on the first day of school, he seperated from his boys and was struttin down the hall listening to his discman when he bumped into a girl in the hallway which caused him to drop his discman on the floor:

"what in ffff..." he stopped when he seen she was good looking, she also looked very upset and sorry

Tyreese was a guy who would speak his mind about anyone and not give a care in the world but somthing made him simply say:

"sorry..ii..didn't mean to.." he picked up his Discman and walked off looking over his shoulder..

Fortunately for Sheila, he spoke slow enough for her to understand. She could smell something on his breath that she couldn't quite identify. She noticed him looking over her shoulder. That was the last thing she wanted was attention. She was extremely naive, but she really didn't want to do anything to draw attention to herself. She just wanted to finish the year so she could go home to Temme. She looked at her schedule. Her first class was Math 20. "Not too hard," she thought.

In math class 2 of Tyreese's boys kept glancing at Shelia and talkin to each other in spanish, one named Cyrus said to his buddy Ante:

"thats the girl Tyreese bumped into,he pointed her out when we was on the way in"

Ante glanced over then turned back to Cyrus:

"Sí? ella parece bueno" he replyed(yeah? she does look good)

The both covered their smiles then continued doing their work..

Sheila heard them talking, but she didn't know a word of Spanish. She focused on the teacher as best as she could. It was hard because of her lack of linguistics skills. Fortunately, as she browsed the textbook, she could see that it was mostly stuff she'd covered before.

Mickey Mario Vincent Emmanuel Ciceroni
17 years old
Comes from big Mikatopian Mafia family
single (doesnt believe in love)

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Mickey strutted in his usual fashion into the school. He really didn't give a damn about rules and regulations. Looking at his schedule, he saw "Math 20". Damn, he sucked at math.

Well then, we'll just have to make this interesting. He thought to himself.

When he got to the math room, he knew he was late, but opened the door noisly and gave a big "HIYA!!" to the class. Then, without waiting for any response, he sat straight down at a desk.

This was how Mickey worked. He was making sure that these kids realized that he was different. They wore ghetto clothes, he wore a sportcoat, dress pants and shirt, and a bright yellow tie. He heard people whispering, he knew it was about him, it always was.

Sheila stared in amazement, then quickly returned to the lecture at hand. She couldn't believe someone would actually try to call attention to themselves.

Cyrus and Ante grinned and replyed:

"hiya!" the both broke down in laughter

"haaaaaaahahahhaaaaa" The teacher threw a stapler across the room:

"shut up you hellions! or you will get a ruler across your ass!"

Ante and Cyrus stopped laughing,Cyrus mumbled in Spanish then Ante laughed:

"forget you!" Ante said


Tyreese sat in Science bored out of his mind, he couldn't wait for lunch time so he could listen to some music, he was loaded...

Let me think of a character...

OOC: ok, no problem..

Mickey flashed his signature big grin at Cyrus and Ante. He liked these two, they had a sense of humor. They also looked tough, he could use kids like them...

Mickey looked over at the girl next to him. WOW! Mickey wasn't a sucker, in his opinion, love was an illusion caused by sexual desire. Still, even if he didnt belive in love, he was a firm believer in sex. So, pretty. Nice face. He tried to figure out where she was from...maybe...Assingtonian? Ronanian? No. TEMMEIAN. He should have realized by the way she dressed. Mickey had been taught by his cousin Mike, the family hitman, how to guess peoples nationality. It wasnt easy, but it could be a lot of fun.

He whispered to her, quietly: "Are you OK? A pretty thing like you shouldn't hide her face from the world. You're not from around here are you? Niether am I, I know how hard it is to fit in. Maybe we should stick together, Alone, we are helpless, but United, we are immortal. What do you say?"

Cyrus jumped out of his seat yelling, the teacher turned around and said:

"what's wrong? what's wrong??"

Cyrus grinned then said:

"i donno..had tha urge..."

The class started roaring, the teacher pointed at the door and Cyrus walked towards it with a smile on his face:

"i needed a smoke any ways haaaaa" then strolled out

Ante couldn't stop laughing at his ignorant friend, he leant over to Micky and said:

"where you from bro? you don't look like you from the SC huh?"

"Ive heard some regurjitated bull shit before, but that takes the prize," a girl said. She was sitting behind Shiella, and didn't look up from her book as she spoke. Cassandra Versailles was what many would call a goth. She had a nice frame, and filled out her snug black pants nicely. Her only covering above the waist was a black bra, with a dark, slightly see thru shirt worn over it.

She wasnt totally pale, but she was by no means tanned. She wore dark red lipstick, and blue eyelinner, and her hair was died dark purple in some places, blue in others, and in some just jet black. "Ya know, if you really wanna hit on a girl, you should learn something original."

Looking at the goth, he grinned. "Hey, I got a present for you!" He stuck his hand into the inside pocket of his sportcoat and pulled out...an extended middle finger. "Go worship the devil or whatever the hell you freaks do."

Looking to Ante, he smiled, "No man, I was born on the Island estate of Eden off the coast of Mikatopia. My grandfather Mario Ciceroni is the richest man in the whole country of Mikatopia. He owns...a 'special business'" he smiled knowingly. "I spent most of my time there, and the rest I spent with my brother Angelo and my cousin Mike. They were training me to be the next hitman of the family. Now that Angelo's dead, and Mike's in Prison, its time for me to get ready. The family has got a lot of body guards and hitmen, but Angelo and Mike were the best. Il Duche, thats what we call my grandfather, sent me here because its a ghetto school. Last year, I was sent to Ruby High in Assington (see the RP "Ruby High") but I got kicked out."

"No thanks," Cassandra said, keeping her head in her book. "I prefer not to worship anyone or hold any non physical deity above me. Removes the option of free will from life."

Ante was stunned and thought to himself:

"now i understand why he can dress like that and get away with it..kids paps is in the Mafia!"

Ante smiled and was right nice:

"thats cool man, maybe err you wanna chill after school wit me and the boys..we like your family..we a family and runs shit around here"

He waited for his responce....



Tyreese played basket ball out side on the courts and seen Cyrus come out with a smoke already light:

"eyyy! what you do man?"

Cyrus didn't say a word just leaned up against the fence:

"you know that Mikki kid? there a rumor around dude's in the MAfia! if so he a balla you know haha we gott chill wit him"

Tyreese exclaimed, he shot the ball and it swished in the hoop....

"Yeah, sure, anytime." he said with a smile.

Looking back at the goth he smiled. "I like your style. Don't take shit from no one." He held out his hand, "The names Mickey Mario Vincent Emmanuel Ciceroni. But, if you want, you can call me Mickey. Do you have a name, or should I just call you 'sexy smartmouth goth chick?'"

She looked up from her book, and held out her own hand, palm down. She took the 'goth' idea to many a level, one of which was that she all but expected to be treated like a princess or lady from the Gothic ear, not that she dressed like one, or acted like one. In thos times, she most likely would have been burned as a witch.

"Sexy smartmouth goth chick works just fine," she said, looking Mickey over. He wasn't all that unattractive, but not really Cassandra's type.

OOC: Here's a character, postage of story to follow:

Tobias Ecalia
17 years old
Family includes a Teatroiani government minister
single, but open

again, postage to follow

Ante looked back at the Gothic chick:

"i agree, girl you let me take you shoppin..daaamn you be callin me Papi by tha end of tha week"

He laughed then looked over at Mikki who was indeed hitting on this girl, Ante put his hand around his mouth and yelled:

"Pimp!Pimp!Pimp!"

Cassandra looked Ante right in the eyes, her contacts making her eyes appear a dark purple. "Why would I call you father? Im not that kinky, and I doubt you could afford the things I want."

A group of Ante's boys heard this comment:

"o0o0o nooooooo" they all said at the same time

Ante was embarased and lifted up his shirt to reveal a large wad of cash tucked in his belt beside a nickelplated 9mm:

"try me" he grinned then showed her a small glass vial of coke

"Material possesions mean nothing when you think about it. They have no value nor substance in the next life, where ever or whatever that may be. Money may be nice to comfort an empty soul, but when the money is gone, what do you have?" She went back to her book. "Besides, I dont like coke."

Mickey shook his head, "The whole point is not to lose the money. Like me, I'm not relying on Il Duche's money to last for ever, so I'm stockpiling my own little fortune. " he smiled. "I started a fake account online and I started a little international bussiness. Nothing huge, but just enough to get me paid. Just a little import export business. It doesn't hurt my family's business at all, actually, I do a lot of trade with family members of mine. Then to keep my money safe, I split the money into different accounts all over."

Ante nodded then replyed:

"you know how to invest tha flow yeah?"

He looked back at the Goth girl who shamed him and said:

"fooorget yoooou!" he pretended to not be phased by her comment..


o and BUMP! :)

Mickey just winked at Ante. The kid was easy to win over. But he had to be careful, even though he had the ability to soon rule over this guy, if he messed up, Ante would probably shoot him. This didn't scare Mickey at all, it just made him think more about what he was going to do.

"Ante, how would you feel about ruling this school. Having all the respect and fear of teachers and students alike? What I am talking about is a sort of 'school mafia'. We would control the whole student body, bribe teachers, get test answers, the whole deal. Of course, it won't be a piece of cake, it's gonna be a lot of hard work, and you could possibly get kicked out of this school if you are caught. Are you in? Don't tell me you are unless you truly mean it."

Ante smiled and replyed with a low tone:

"it's called the cripz lil hommie, you know all the brothas bangin tha blue rags they ride wit me...there are bloods in tha school too but they don't mean shit to us,last year a crip put 5 bullets in a blood in the washroom..we an't scared boi,we got this shit on lock..tha man's you may wanna talk to is Tyreese Williams.."

At this point, Cassandra looked up. "A school mafia...Ha...Haha...hahahahaha!" she laughed, almost falling out of her seat. "Your kidding, right?" She closed the book, and placed it in her bag. "You do understand the complexity of a family right? You do know that, with the average attention span of the average teenager, this will be a fad for all of four weeks, then disapear? Are you serious about this, or are you just trying to play mob boss based on what you read in teh Godfather, or stole from Vice City?"

The bell rang, and she stood, grabbing her bag and heading out towards the hallway, her next period was open. "Face it, your just a kid in your family. You said it yourself, most of your clients for your buisness are family members. You have no idea how teh real world works, or how a real family works." She left teh class, and headed out towards the basketball courts.

Sheila turned to Mickey. "The mafia--what it is?"

Ante grinned then got out of his seat:

"not a bad idea micki..but you'd have tah gun it out wit tha Cripz and Bloodz...aswell as them other Spanish gangs..heh"

Ante picked up his discman then said:

"come out to the corts..meet Tyreese.."

Ante grinned then got out of his seat:

"not a bad idea micki..but you'd have tah gun it out wit tha Cripz and Bloodz...aswell as them other Spanish gangs..heh"

Ante picked up his discman then said:

"come out to the corts..meet Tyreese.."

Mickey sat there for a moment, taking in what Cassandra said. Sure, maybe his mafia idea wouldn't work, but it was the reason he got kicked out of Ruby High last year, and to his knowladge, it was working fine.

But the part that got too him was when she said that he had no idea how the world works. In fact, he wished she was right. In the last three years, he had killed three people, watched his brother die, and gotten beat up to the point where he couldn't walk. Mario Ciceroni, the head of the Organization and Mickey's grandfather, didn't shield the kids from violence. After the age of three, he stopped spoiling them and sent them to fighting acadameys, military schools, the whole works. Mickey sometimes wished he could have been normal, that he could live the life most kids did. But it was too late now, he had made the choice to follow through. And follow through he would.

Looking at Ante, he said , "I'll meet Tyreese at lunch. "

Hearing Sheila's question he smiled, "You mean the word mafia? Let's just say it's a family business that is usually frowned on by the authorites." He winked.

Sheila nodded her head. "I get it. My sister own lemonade stand, they frown on it. She get visits from government. Like that?"

Ante stopped and said with a smile:

"The Mafia started in Chicago as a group of immigrants from siscily...today they world wide..Mafia was the name of a girl who was kid napped by a group of these thugs..."

Ante put his head phones on then strolled towards the door...

Cassandra found a good private spot in the shade by the basketball courts. She was hoping that there wouldn't be anyone out there, but there was, and she simply sat and watched them play. She pulled a bottle of watter out of her bag, and took a sip of the liquid, and closed it.

"Oh, like Chinese community. A group of immigrants stay together to keep culture. But kidnap? Not in Temme."

"Kinda like that, it's a bit more complicated than that." Mickey thought for a second, "Maybe..we could talk about it over dinner tonight, if you wanted to...

"Dinner? You mean like, date?" Sheila was confused. She hadn't meant to get this involved.

"Well sort of, I mean only if you wanted to.." Mickey said awkwardly.

"Oui." When Sheila was nervous, she resumed the language of her native part of Temme.

Mickey smiled as he remembered his French lessons, brief as they were, he had only taken it for 2 weeks, the teacher was run over by a rival gang.

"So thats a yes?"

"Yes."

Mickey grinned a humongus grin. "Wow, uh, great! Should I..like..pick you up at your place?"

Ante started waving his hands in the air:

"eyy? hello Micki? err why donn you juss bring her by 344th street, open house party everybody who's anybody gonn be there tonight..i promise you won't get shot heh..juss say you know Ante Simmonds..commmon hommie! Shelia?? how boouut itttt"

Tyreese barely ever missed a shot, he was playing with a large group his gang members:

"daamn Tyreese im gonna kick yo ass bro"

Tyreese smiled and shot a 3 pointer, it swooshed in the net...

BUMP!

Sheila didn't quite understand all the words. "Excuse-moi?" She was clearly under stress.

Mickey smiled a ressuring smile and put his hand on her shoulder. "He means there is a party at a house at 334th street. All we have to do is tell the people there we know Ante Simmonds," Pointing at Ante,"And we can go in. You want to go?"

Mickey purposely didn't tell her about Ante's comment about getting shot. Hopefully it wouldn't come to that. But if it did, well that 9mm Mickey got from Il Duche would come in handy....

Tyreese watched Ante come out of the building:

"hey, get over here and play some ball"

Ante walked over and took the basket ball from Tyreese, just then 2 cars in the parking lot with Hydrolics started competing. One was a baby blue 69 caddy deville, other was a silver 67 impala:

"i love this schoool heh!" said tyreese watching the cars bounce side to side..

Sheila smiled. "A party. Sure."

Cassandra shrugged, disapointed that she couldn't find a quiet place in the entire school, and appraoched the court. A basketball roled along the hard top, and she picked it up, and threw it at the hoop. A perfect 'swoosh' from outside the key. She ignored the looks, grabed her bag, and walked off the court towards teh cafeteria.