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Gang Related, Ensemble District (Gang RP) [No More Entrants]

07-10-2003, 18:31
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07-10-2003, 18:41
OOC: A new and very interesting concept...may I join?.
United Elias
07-10-2003, 18:53
can I be Scilian style Mafia?
07-10-2003, 19:02
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07-10-2003, 19:13
OOC: I would like to be a gang, it would be called The Doghearted Bwoyz, it would basically be a West Indies street gang, membership would be you had to be from the West Indies(Guyana included) for starters,among other crimes you had to commit to get accepted.
07-10-2003, 19:21
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United Elias
07-10-2003, 19:29
A little OOC info on the district would be nice, is there any law enforcement in the area and if so are they corrupt?
Galdania
07-10-2003, 19:32
Stoyz looked out of the window of the van and saw a kid standing on a street corner. A guy came up to him. He saw the guy give him money, and the kid slipped something into his hand.

Stoyz told Hejyl, the gang's driver, to stop. The white van pulled up by the curb. The kid was maybe twelve or thirteen. Stoyz jumped out of the van and pointed an Uzi at the kid's head. The kid was frozen in terror.
"Who do you work for!?" yelled Stoyz at the kid.
"I-I-I-I'm on my own." mumbled the kid. He was black, and a hood covered most of his face. Suddenly, the kid pulled a knife from his pocket. He thrust it at Stoyz, but he just strafed left and sprayed the kid's head with bullets.

Stoyz jumped back into the van. "Drive, drive!" he yelled to Hejyl.
Sometimes, Stoyz wondered why he'd ever moved from Galdania.
United Elias
07-10-2003, 19:41
Ic introduction:

Above the Carduici Restaurant, world headquarters of the Carduici crime family

"You know Boss the problem is these kids don't have no respect for their elders. Back in my day I'd never dare to even leave the house without my father's express permission. Now you see little kids,some as young as elven and twelve selling stuff on the street. Its no only that, some of 'em even think they run this place, protection payments are way down, even the stripclubs arent takin' what they used to. We goota do somethin' else we're gonna get squeezed out by the filth thatomes from every goddamn nation under God. "

"Okay Tony, what do you suggest?"

"We gotta expand, we gotta stop sitting on our ass and start fighting for our rightful place in this district, we cant expect that just because this has been our turf for forty years that i'll continue that way without us doing anythin'."
Galdania
07-10-2003, 19:49
OOC: The Galdanian Mob is basically the Russian Mob, except they are more into keeping order. They split all spoils equally, in typical Galdanian fashion. They mostly sell vodka from out of warehouses and get payed to take out drug dealers. Sometimes, though, if they see somebody working by their turf, they just blow him away or cut his balls off to send a message to the other gangs.
United Elias
07-10-2003, 19:53
OOC: The Carduici family is a very traditional outfit, nobody touches drugs and they mainly make money from running potection from local thugs as controlling a variety of legitimate businesses. Also they deeply resent thugs and youths who are not deemed as 'respectable' and have no qualms about killing them althjough they rarely bother.
Rukemia
07-10-2003, 19:54
OOC: Alright, I'm going to write an intro to my gang in a minute, just save me a spot. My gang will be the "187 Eastside Boyz"
07-10-2003, 19:56
Any spaces?

The Chauvs

Big name in Edinburgh
Galdania
07-10-2003, 19:56
OOC: Well over 75% of the Galdanian Mob's income comes from vodka sales. They pride themselves on making quality drinks, and when they make something, they make it well.

A lot of Galdanian Mobsters often try their luck in underground boxing tournaments, and they often do pretty well, as Galdanians are mostly pretty big people.
Galdania
07-10-2003, 19:57
Any spaces?

The Chauvs

Big name in Edinburgh

OH MY GOD! I HEARD ABOUT THOSE GUYS! I wanna be one of them in real life.
07-10-2003, 19:58
I am one :D
07-10-2003, 19:59
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Galdania
07-10-2003, 20:00
I am one :D

I heard you guys were kind of lazy...I didn't think you guys were a gang, but more of a...lifestyle.
07-10-2003, 20:01
We are the most active of people.

Night clubs, burbury caps, joggers, baseball bats, scottish sland....FUN!!!

Can I enter as them???!!!!
07-10-2003, 20:01
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07-10-2003, 20:03
OOC: Okay, last one to say thanks.
Rukemia
07-10-2003, 20:19
The 187 Eastside Boyz, is a large urban gang made up of the descendants of Rukemian immigrants who had fled from Rukemia during the second major coup of the government. Over the years, the Rukemian population in the district had grown and after awhile they ended up with their own section of the district on the eastside. With over 120 members, the 187 Eastside Boyz pretty much ran things in their section of the district, which was a pretty large area. They got their money from pushing drugs, mainly marijuana and cocaine, but they sometimes dealt with meth and heroin.

Devon, the leader of the gang, was still not satisfied with what he had though. Under his leadership, their territory had expanded over 7 blocks and now they were at a standoff with the jacks. Devon was only 21 years old when he took control of the gang, he did so by force, he had single handely killed the old gang leader and his inner circle less than five years ago and now his eyes were set on expansion, he wanted more territory for his pushers, more territory meant more customers and more customers meant more money.

He sat at a round table with his inner circle surrounding him in the 187 HQ, they were discussing what they should do about the Jacks meddling in their territory, finally, Devon spoke, "This is how it's gonna go down, we're going into Jack territory tonight, with 2 squads. We're gonna request to talk this ish out, if they don't wanna talk, then we blow their f*ckin' brains out, it's that simple. Send the two squads out and tell them their orders, we're gonna handle this ish now or never."

The inner circle members nodded and left the room, the shot-caller called the two squads up and in less than 10 minutes they were on their way in black escalades rolling towards the Jack's HQ. They were all armed with 45's, the favored weapon of the Eastside Boyz.
07-10-2003, 20:24
The Chauvs:

Big gang, made up of troublemakers, criminals etc.

Must be tough to join.

No, not tough as in big guy tough, as in agile and quick tough.

Recently in FC, became armed. Currently works around drugs and prostitution.
07-10-2003, 20:29
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07-10-2003, 20:29
Who is fighting who?

Is it free for all?
07-10-2003, 20:34
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Rukemia
07-10-2003, 20:37
The black Escalades halted to a stop right outside of the Jack's held house. The driver of the first Escalade rolled down the window and threw a white flag out, which was the Eastside Boyz sign for either peace or negotiations. Once they were sure that the Jack's understood the 2 squads stepped out of the Escalades still armed and walked slowly towards the Jacks. The Eastside Boyz were in Urban Wear, mainly Sean John suits and black throwback jerseys. The colors of the Eastside Boyz were Black, so they all wore dark colors, some had black bandanas either around their heads or hanging out of their back pockets.

There was 10 of them in all and the leader of the first squad began to speak, "Devon wants negotiations, we ain't here for war!" he shouted so everyone could here, he was sure there was a sniper set-up somewhere.
07-10-2003, 20:42
OOC: Sorry

Jordan, the crime leaders son, donned his baseball cap, pocketed his Mac-10 and strolled outside. A car was waiting outside, a Mazda, and it stopped outside the HQ. The HQ was above a garage in a back street, and specialised in upgrading old cars, and attaching bullertproofing.

He climbed into the car, and met 2 other villains inside. The car moved off slowly, and cruised along the town to a pick up point. The pick up point would be a pick up of several kilos of Cocaine, and several 9mm's. Hopefully, there would be an Armalite, probably an M16.

Jordan didnt know these other mens names. They were just there as back up. His phone buzzed, and he answered it.

"Aye, what is it?"

"Jordan mate, there looks ike a bit of action at the jocks bit, wanna take a look?"

"Not really, but those damn Jocks are nicking our stuff, and I wanne get it back."

"Why dont you go then."

"Cos I dinna wanna get shot."

"Well pic up your junk and stop bye."

"Alright man, Ill try."

With that, the mazda drove on.
07-10-2003, 20:46
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Rukemia
07-10-2003, 20:55
The Squad leader replied,"The Eastside Boyz are expandin', Micheal. And the funny thing is, is that yall are pretty much in our way. We don't want war so we figured we could reach some sort of....agreement, y'know, to work this all out without havin' to bust caps. I think we needa handle this inside, we drawin' to much attention out here and the last thing we need is the 50 comin' down ere'."

The squads stood, their guns at their sides, waiting for what the Jack's would say. They knew that if things got ugly that they would have to retreat and they were hoping things wouldn't turn out that way.
Rukemia
07-10-2003, 20:55
The Squad leader replied,"The Eastside Boyz are expandin', Micheal. And the funny thing is, is that yall are pretty much in our way. We don't want war so we figured we could reach some sort of....agreement, y'know, to work this all out without havin' to bust caps. I think we needa handle this inside, we drawin' to much attention out here and the last thing we need is the 50 comin' down ere'."

The squads stood, their guns at their sides, waiting for what the Jack's would say. They knew that if things got ugly that they would have to retreat and they were hoping things wouldn't turn out that way.
07-10-2003, 21:00
At the pick up, Jordan piled out the car. He wandered through the park, and walked through some thick bushes. A small suitcase and a large box sat, hidden behind a tree trunk. He picked up and opened the suitcase. Yup, Cocaine and some pistols.

He opened the large box. An M16 sat there. He smiled. He closed the box, and the suitcase, and carried them back to the car. He dumped the box in the back, and the suitcase in the back seat.

He climbed in.

"Awrite guys, thats some junk and an armalite."

"Awrite. Now, the jacks. No trouble though."

"One of you guys bring the rifle anyway. I got a Mac-10."

"Ok."
07-10-2003, 21:05
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Rukemia
07-10-2003, 21:15
The Eastside Boyz slowly walked into the house and sat down, once inside the squad leader continued to talk, "First off, the name's Ricky and I been sent here wit my squads to tell you that you got three choices, either become part of us, go to war wit us or you can co-exist wit us. In order to co-exist you gotta let us use your territory for 'business matters', Devon sees promise in this side of the district, there's alotta money to be made."

Ricky then slid back in his chair and waited for a response.
07-10-2003, 21:22
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Rukemia
07-10-2003, 21:30
When Micheal had stood the others had all gripped their guns, ready for anything. When they heard what he had to say they stared at Ricky, waiting to see what he would say. Micheal had just told him to leave, but Ricky remained sitting, his hand gripped his 45.

"Well, if you wanna take the violent path then you can, it really doesn't matter to me. But before me and my boys leave we need to know what it is you wanna do, be annexed, go to war or co-exist. People who don't answer simple questions really don't sit that well wit Devon."
Galdania
07-10-2003, 21:31
Stoyz sat on the toilet on the main floor of a Mob distillery. He took a knife from out of the back of the toilet and scratched a mark on the wall.
///// ///// /

11. That kid had been his eleventh. He remembered each one vividly...

Number 10 had been a hooker who was operating on Stoyz's turf. 9 was a fat high school kid who was pushing at a west-side school. 8 was some nerd who saw him waste the fatso. 7 was a stripper who stabbed one of his men in the eye. 6 and 5 were two guys from some other gang. They were guarding something, and Stoyz just felt like pumpin' them full of lead. 4 was a rasta guy pushin' coke. 3 was Kaztroy, a guy who'd been givin' another gang information. Kaztroy was the one that got him real respect. He'd proved to his men that if they sold out, he'd slash their throats. 2 was an old man who'd tried to stop him as he ran away from the police, after killing number 1: a cop. His first kill was one of the guys you really shouldn't kill. Not because it was wrong, but because if you did, the police'd come out to fuck you.

He got off the pot and flushed it, washed his hands. Stoyz was very concerned about personal hygene. If you walked up to him and you had food on your shirt, he'd rip it off your back and yell at you. He loved doing it in the winter. He'd spray the poor sap who'd crossed him with a hose.

As soon as he got outta the washroom, Eugene came up to him. Eugene was one of the local boyz who'd joined up with Stoyz. He was a pest sometimes, but he was a good shot, especially for a kid only thirteen.
"Stoyz, something's goin' down on the East Side. The 187 Boyz and the Jacks're talkin'." Stoyz was still drying his hands on a towel.
"About what?" he asked. Eugene shook his head. "Nobody ain't sure. But the Boyz is packin' heat."
07-10-2003, 21:36
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Rukemia
07-10-2003, 21:42
"Aight, aight.", Ricky said as he got up, "We'll tell Devon that yall wanna talk, but in the mean time, yall needa watch yalls backs cuz we ain't the only ones lookin' to expand and other folks won't be so nice about it neitha'. We jus' need the ya' cell number so Devon and yall can meet up and then we can jet."

The rest of the Boyz had stood up as well and got ready to leave as soon as the number was given.
07-10-2003, 21:46
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Rukemia
07-10-2003, 22:12
Ricky took the number and turned to leave, his boys followed him out the door and back into their black, bulletproof Escalades. They sped back towards the Eastside deep into their own territory until they reached their own HQ. The 187 Eastside Boyz HQ was a 2 story suburban looking house, which looked out of place as it was surrounded by run down houses, it had a large lawn and a 4 car garage which held 4 more Escalades and a few munitions.

Ricky and his boys walked up the lawn and into the house where Devon sat at the round table waiting. Ricky sat directly in front of him and told him what had went down with the Jacks. "Apparently those fools don't understand that all they had to do was make a simple f*ckin' choice. Now they talkin' bout' they want you to meet up with their leader to discuss this ish, so are you hearin it?"

Devon looked at Ricky with his hands folded, "Call em' up and tell them to meet me at Central Park in 30 minutes, tell em' we can "discuss" this ish down there and handle all this mess for' it gets outta hand. We bringin' four squads and call up two snipers, just in case these fools try somethin' stupid."

Ricky got his cell out and called the Jacks up and told them when and where to meet Devon at. He then went around the house and got the squads together and ready for action. Within a few minutes Devon and his squads were speeding towards Central Park in Escalades to negotiate with the Jacks leader.

Two snipers had been activated and were sent to positions in Central Park, one in a tree right above where the Boyz were going to meet at and the other in a behind a bush to the right of where the Boyz were going to be.
07-10-2003, 22:20
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United Elias
07-10-2003, 22:20
"Boss I had an idea."

"Okay give it to me, shoot straight."

"We should meet with the Galdanians, we may not like 'em but we gotta get together with som'un if we're gonna keep this ctiy respectable."

"How?"

"I got somebody to drop a message, we suggested meeting at the park on 7th Street, no one's turf, public place and so on."

"Should I go?"

"Im the consigliore I can handle it, no need to put you at risk, thats if they accept."
Rukemia
07-10-2003, 22:35
The 4 Escalades pulled up to the park, they rolled around slowly until they spotted the Honda Civic. Devon looked out of the Escalades tinted window, he saw somebody throwing stones into the lake. Ricky who sat beside him told him that was Micheal, Devon nodded and got out of the car, he motioned for the rest of his men to stay inside. He had came rolling deep with 20 men, he was expecting the Jacks to do the same, but apparently he had thought wrong. He took 4 steps foward and then yell out, "Yo, Micheal!", Micheal turned around, "It's Devon, in the flesh, I believe we have some business to attend to! I don't do this often, but I think we oughta talk this ish out man to man, aight?"

Devon had a 45 tucked into his belt, which he gripped as he walked towards Micheal. Something was up, but he wasn't scared, he had two snipers covering his back, along with his entire crew who had there guns aimed at Micheal through their windows.
07-10-2003, 22:42
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Rukemia
07-10-2003, 22:50
Devon kept walking towards Micheal until he was right in front of him. Devon was a pretty big dude, he was 6'4 and wieghed 260, he lifted wieghts to vent his anger so he had gotten very muscular over the years.

"Aight, now that I know what you will and won't do, we can get right down to business. My pushers see some promise in all that turf yall holdin' on the west side, they say that there's gon' be plenty of customers lined up for our green. Only problem is since yall run that side of town we figured we might have some trouble sellin' over there. So I got a deal to make wit you, you let us sell on your turf and we give you 25% of what we make, you coo' wit that?"
07-10-2003, 22:57
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Rukemia
07-10-2003, 23:30
Devon tilted his head upward when Micheal mentioned the Chauvs.

"The Chauvs, huh? Yea, we'll handle those bustas for ya' and we'll hook you up wit a crib on the eastside as long as you follow throught wit your part of the deal."
Rukemia
07-10-2003, 23:30
Devon tilted his head upward when Micheal mentioned the Chauvs.

"The Chauvs, huh? Yea, we'll handle those bustas for ya' and we'll hook you up wit a crib on the eastside as long as you follow throught wit your part of the deal."
07-10-2003, 23:34
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Rukemia
07-10-2003, 23:40
Devon extended his hand to shake Micheal's, he had a slight grin on his face as he shook Micheal's hand. He waved back at the Boyz to let them know that the deal went through. He turned back to Micheal.

"Now about these Chauv bustas, how we gonna handle em? You wanna do a combined drive-by both the Jacks and the Boyz, or a 'run up in they crib and kill em' execution style' type hit?"
07-10-2003, 23:44
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United Elias
07-10-2003, 23:55
OOC: Until Galdania repies im moving on to other stuff.

IC:

The beaten up old black cadillac pulled up outside the bar, a dodgy place and popular with old drunk men and young sleazy girls, had been under the protection of the Carduci family for over two years but this time the owner had failed to pay protection twice in a row.

Four large men in dark, cheap suits climbed out of the car all but one, Paulie the leader of the crew, wiedling baseball bats.

They follow the leader and enter the bar which is empty as its well before operning hours.

"We need to speak to Mr Tyler, its urgent."

A waitress dissappears and out of an office the owner appears.
"Hey Paulie what the problem?"

"You tell me."

"Look, business has been slow, though those Eastside Boyz been giving my customers hard time, havent been coming in."

"Well the Don told me to say that either we become your newest business partners, or we smash this place up and break your legs."

"How much does he want?"

"90%"

"90%!"

"Take it or leave it?"

"...I guess I'll take it."

"Okay no problem, any of d'em street fuc*ers come by again, you give us a call. We're gonna make this place busy again,we're gonna get the word on the street, this family ain't going down."

"Okay Paulie, see ya round."

"Yeah you to, sorry about this, just following orders, you understand?"

"Sure, anyhow good to get some real protection for once."
Rukemia
07-10-2003, 23:56
"Here go Ricky's number, if you need somma our soldiers call this number right here and my boy Ricky'll hook yall up, until then my boyz gonna keep and eye on the Chauvs and try and find they main spot. Once we find that out we'll blaze em' up. By the way, operations in yalls side of town are gon' start tommorow, so tell ya boyz to be coo' if they see some people on yalls side of town rockin' our colors. Keep it real, man, and good luck ridin' on them Chauv boys."

Devon threw an E up with his right hand and a peace sign with his left before he turned around and got back in his Escalade. Once inside he turned to Ricky and told him what was up.

"The deal went smoothly, they gon' let us push on the Westside, but they want us to knock off some bustas in return. Be ready fa' war Ricky, cuz the Jacks probaly gon' give you a call sooner or later, and it's probaly sooner, so stay grippin' that 45."

Ricky nodded and then Devon gave the order to go, they sped off back to the HQ, where they would give their pushers the OK to start selling on the westside.
08-10-2003, 00:04
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Rukemia
08-10-2003, 00:06
A squad of 187 Boyz were just coming into the bar when the Mobsters were leaving.

"Sup, Paulie!", one of them said laughing, throwing his hand up, then he mumbled loud enough for the rest to hear, "You lil' bitch." The rest of the crew broke out in laughter before walking up to the bar and ordering some shots of Belvedere.

"Oh and Paulie, remember all this ish is on the house, right?", he said gripping the 45 in his belt and taking the bottle of Belvedere from Paulie's hand.
United Elias
08-10-2003, 00:25
Paulie stayed calm as the other guys started to reach for their 9mm.
"Im sorry junkies aren't allowed in here. No wonder you wusses sell to kids now."
The humour was suddenly interupted by the all too recognisable sound of a shotgun being pumped and when Paulie looked around, he saw Mr Tyler behind the bar staring down the barrel of a 12 guage aimed at the Boyz.

"Hey get out, immigrant trash."

"John, put it down its not worth it, they were just leaving."

"Paulie, you know theyre gonna come back."

"Well don' worry about it, we still got the biggest slice of the market round here, we got supporters, they're just a bunch of thugs who scare people into buyin' dope."

He turns to them once again.

"By the way, take your hand of your gun, 'less of course you gonna shoot me else it looks insincere."
Rukemia
08-10-2003, 00:38
The squad slowly backed up out of the bar, "Be coo' man, be coo'." said the one who had been cracking all the jokes. They continued to back up until they reached the door, then they hastily turned and left, walking fast down the street. They began to talk about what had just happened in the bar.

"Who the f*ck did that busta think he was talkin' to?"

"Immigrant trash, man what the f*ck?"

"He won't be talkin' ish for much longer, nobody talks to the 187 boyz like that."

"Yea, man. That bitch is gonna be six feet deep! Tommorow we're gonna grip an Escalade and drive-by that shitty bar to pieces!"

"Should we tell Devon?"

"Hell naw, we gotta take matters into our own hands this time, Devon is busy wit the Jacks, we'll handle this bitch ourselves!"
08-10-2003, 01:19
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Galdania
08-10-2003, 02:16
Recording on a audio tape left in front of Mafia headquarters...
"Greetings Comrades, it is a pleasure to here from you. We are being glad to see that our presence in the district has been notice. If you are wanting us for talk, we are being in the 7th street vacinity. We are going to have man there to show you some of our merchandise. Safer than drugs, but harder to make. But our clientel are of much higher calibre. We hope we can find deal. I am hoping to hear from you.
Sincerly, your future business parter, Viktor Stoyz."
Rukemia
08-10-2003, 02:17
The next day the same 5 Eastside Boyz gang members met up at a rundown, abandoned house on the Eastside. The leader of the set, Lil' Jay, had come up with a plan to kill the man who had disrespected them last night, as well as Paulie. Lil' Jay had made two Molotov cocktail the night before and both were made with the purpose of destroying Paulie's bar. The plan was to slowly pull up along side Paulie's bar, kill everyone inside the bar from inside the car by means of Uzis and then end the show with a fireworks display courtesy of the Molotov cocktails. He went over the plan with his crew and after everyone knew what was up they all got in Lil' Jay's car and rolled towards the other side of town, to off Paulie and his bar.

They had scrapped the idea about borrowing an Escalade which was the trademark car of the Eastside Boyz, they didn't want to start a war up, so they took instead Lil Jay's car which was a gray PT Cruiser, with black tinted windows. It was an unsuspecting car for a drive-by, which was the reason they chose his car over anyone elses. They were getting closer now and everyone was checking there ammo and guns, making sure they had enough weapons to kill everyone inside the bar.

"Aight yall, we're almost there, yall better get ready fa' some action, cuz we about to blaze these fools up." Jay said, cocking back his 12 guage.

They were there, the street was empty with the exception of a few parked cars, they slowly rolled past Paulies bar, rolling down their windows as they got closer. Once Lil' Jay gave the signal, they would unleash hell on the bar killing everyone inside. Lil' Jay turned around and looked at his boys in the back, 2 were armed with uzis the other a 45, Lil' Jay himself was armed with a 12 gauge and the driver had an uzi as well. He gave the signal and the opened fire, bullets burst through the windows and into the people inside as the Boyz pumped shell after shell into the bar. Lil' Jay handed the driver a Moltov Cocktail, he then lit it on fire and threw it at the bar bursting it into flames, he then threw another which doubled the effect. Once the last Moltov was thrown they hit the gas and sped back to the Eastside.
Galdania
08-10-2003, 02:26
Stoyz had been watching the bar with his sniper rifle all day. He was waiting for a local small-time pimp to walk out, so Stoyz could mark his bathroom wall again.

He saw the car pull up, and he knew there was going to be trouble. He stared in amazement as the bar went up in flames. As the car was screeching away, he thought he could vaguely make out the outline of a head in the back of the car through the tinted windows. A tiny little 'pfft' could have been heard by anyone on the roof of 'Marco's Bistro', but to anyone else all that could be heard was the sound of a bullet breaking through glass...
08-10-2003, 02:31
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Rukemia
08-10-2003, 02:37
Lil' Jay was bragging to the driver about how he had at least taken 4 people down, "Yea, man, I was like rambo back there man, wudn't nobody escapin' my---OH SHIT!"

The drivers head had just exploded, his brains splattered against the window seal, Lil' Jay took the wheel and swirved around a tight curve where the car crashed into a light post. Lil' Jay then pushed the driver's body out onto the curb and crawled over into the driver's seat. He backed the car up and sped away going about 70 in a 40 mph zone. Lil' Jay turned around to look at the others in the back, he was shaken, but growing up in the streets had taught him how to act when something f*cked up happened.

Someone in the back started talking,"What the hell are we gonna do man? That was Devon's lil' cuzz, man! If he finds out about this-

"He ain't gonna find out, all we gotta do is keep this on the low, when Devon finds out his lil' cuzz got shot there's no way he could know we had somethin' to do with it. We'll blame it on the f*ckers at the bar, we'll tell Devon they did it, we'll tell him he was mindin' his own business and they shot him, aight? AIGHT!?!"

"Aight, man."

They sped off to Lil Jay's crib to clean the car up, it wouldn't be long before Devon got the news.
08-10-2003, 02:47
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Rukemia
08-10-2003, 02:48
Jae couldn't have been walking for 5 minutes into Eastside territory before he was confronted by a large group of gang members hanging outside a convenient store. They were talking about some fine girls they had just seen pass by until they saw Jae, their conversation stopped short. Now, the word about the truce between the Jack's and the 187 Boyz hadn't got around to all of the sets yet and unfortunately for Jae this was one of those sets.

"Aye man! What the f*ck you think you doin'! This is 187 territory, bitch! You best step off before you get blown off!" one yelled out.

"Aye man, ain't that a Jack?"

"Well I'll be damn if it is, what the f*ck kinda business does a Jack think he got in 187 territory? Oh wait a minute I know, the god damn business of gettin' his ass whooped!"

"Explain yo' self!"

The group began to walk towards Jae some had bats, others nothing but there fists, either way they were walking fast and their intentions were clear.
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Rukemia
08-10-2003, 03:10
"Oh no, big Mr. Jack pulled out his lil' fag gun!" said somebody in the group as they still moved closer.

"I really don't think he's got the balls to pull that trigger yall!"

"You ain't the only one."

"Man, let's rush this fool!"

As soon as that was said Ricky came from behind the crowd, the group parted like a sea to let him through, he saw what was going on and he recognized Jae immediately. Somebody in the group spoke up"Sup Ricky, we was just about to-"

"Make a deal go sour you dumb assholes, we just made peace with the Jacks, what kinda bullshit are yall pullin'."

"Peace? When we make peace?"

"Last f*ckin' night man, damn!" Ricky turned to look at Jae, "Get the f*ck outta here man, next time you won't be so lucky." He motioned with his hand for him to turn around and go the other way.
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Rukemia
08-10-2003, 03:22
Stuff was starting to get hot on the streets of the westside, 187 Boyz could be seen walking in and out of Jack territory without fear, groups of the gang members could even be seen just hanging around on Jack owned blocks. Patrols were setup and black escalades roamed the streets of the Westside, the drivers inside casting nasty looks at the Jacks they past.

Drug competition with Jacks was steaming as the 187 Boyz took more and more money from the Jacks. The jacks only got 1/4 of what they could've and the whole deal seemed to become one sided as the raid on the Chauvs had been cancelled. The 187 Boyz were benefiting in everyway possible earning respect in the Westside and money at the same time.

Devon had still not heard about his cousin and Lil' Jay was in conflict to either let him find out on his own, or go tell him the bullshit story he had made up.
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Rukemia
08-10-2003, 03:52
Lil' Jay was the first to hear about the 187 pusher who had been murdered by a Jack, as soon as he heard the news he got an idea. He would go and tell Devon that the Jacks killed his cousin, he never liked those f*ckers anyways, now there was a perfect chance for Lil' Jay to vent his anger by killing Jacks if they went to war.

"WHAT!?! I strike a deal with those scrubs and they do me like this?!? I want all squads on the Westside to kill Jacks they see on sight, I'm gonna kill that motherf*cker who killed my lil' cuzz personally, that bitch is mine! Two men dead in one day, that's higher then we've had in months! These bustas are gonna pay. Grip your 45s yall, cuz we killin' some Jacks tonight!"

Devon had just got word of his little cuzz's death as well as the death of one of his pushers, war had officially been declared. Devon's orders were already being carried out. The same Escalades that had previously been patrolling, were now putting holes in all the Jacks they saw. Ricky himself took one out close range. This was gonna get ugly.
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Rukemia
08-10-2003, 04:44
The strip directly in between the Westside and Eastside territories had literally turned into a warzone. Jacks and 187 Boyz could be seen firing on each other from cars and houses, the streets flowed with blood that night and casualties were on the rise. 1 Escalade had literally gone up in flames and exploded and 8 more men had been killed. The Eastside Boyz were dishing out there own hits as well, as escalades sped by Jack owned houses and threw Molotov Cocktails threw their windows. Snipers were becoming a real bitch so most foot soldiers had to lay low.

One Jack was caught and was held for a $500 ransom. The house that the Jacks had been given in 187 Boyz territory had been set on fire, everything inside had been stolen, the house had been ransacked and everyone inside was shot, 3 187 Boyz were shot and killed in the process. Devon was still at the HQ calling up arms dealers for some heavy equipment, he was talking about M-16s, AK-47s, maybe even 1 or 2 RPGs. He was willing to spend all the money necassary to avenge his cousin and kill the bastard who took his life.

He called up the Galadians and the Chauvs, striking them both deals if they helped wipe out the Jacks, he was ready to make alliances and set aside old grudges for the death of every Jack in the district.

(The 187 Boyz have around 120 members but are now recruiting because of the whole war thing)
Rukemia
08-10-2003, 16:36
(Bump for FC)
08-10-2003, 16:48
OOC: I am here.

What have i missed?

Who is at war?

A quick summary please, I cant be bothered reading it all.

IC: Jordan was due for another 'pick up' today, and this time it was something jucier. Some Army Guy had got his hands on a LAW rocket, and was dropping it off.

Also, was several kilos of cocaine.

But Jordan planned to haeva little fun for himself.
Rukemia
08-10-2003, 17:04
OOC: You missed a shitload, to some it all up though the Jacks and the 187 boyz are at war over territory and drug competition. The 187 boyz have called your gang and the Galdanians up to help. Just glance over it, it ain't that much, I don't feel like explaining.
United Elias
08-10-2003, 17:12
(Paulie doesnt run the bar, he's just takien it over and left the owner to run it. So he wouldnt be in there)

In the smokey meeting room above the restaurant, the boss and the consigliare were just working out a reply to Viktor Stoyz's message, the twelve oher Captain's including Paulie also sat around the table, adding comment and drinking Italian Red wines.

"Okay lets tell 'em we'll met in the park around 7 PM. You'll go wit Tommy and Sam, a couple of thugs as well, just 9 mils, no need to look like a freakin' army okay."

"Yeah Don no problem alright, you trust me?"

"Course I do, always have, always will. But remeber we need this deal."

Suddenly the door opens and a large ,mobster thug enters out of breath and shocked.

"Hey Whats the problem?"

"Sorry, but the bar on 2nd and Broadway just got hit."

"Hit by what?"

"I dunno, but there's flames and gun shots."

Paulie stands and replies, " You gotta be sh*ttin' me. Anybody hurt?"

"Yeah your fiend and about ten customers, dead Paulie."

"Mother f*ckin bitches! I'll ring their f*ckin necks Myself!"

"Seems one of 'ems already dead."

"How?"

"We dunno, sniper across the street, well it had to be a damn big shell, there's pieces of brain al over the sidewalk."

"And the rest of 'em 'll be inn the trunk of my car by the end of the godamn day!"

The boss stood up and waved his hand, causing everyone to pause and look at him, "Okay look, its bad but we gotta be careful about this, first of all we gotta find out for sure who this was, we then need to get the Galdanian mob to help us before we go around trying to start a war over a bar....Now Tony how we doin' for weapons?"

"ony the man in charge of the armoury replied, "Well boss we aint doin too bad but we need some heavier stuff, hell we aint't bought nothin' new for a while...I know a guy who's selling some of 'em M16s and I know its not really our style but we gotta get with the times a little."

"okay Tony, do it, Sammy 'll make sure you get the money when you need it."
Rukemia
08-10-2003, 17:28
(Paulie doesnt run the bar, he's just takien it over and left the owner to run it. So he wouldnt be in there)

(Sorry about that, I thought he was the bartender)

Devon sat in the darkness of his living room, hatred pumped through his veins, he couldn't believe he had been so stupid as to strike a deal with the Jacks. He thought about Micheal, then he thought about his cousin, dead in the streets. He got up and flipped the table he was sitting at completely over, toppling all the money and marijuana on top of it to the ground. The other Boyz that were in the house came to see what the deal was, they looked at the table and then at Devon. He looked at Ricky,

"When are the weapons comin'?"

"They supposed to be dropped off tonight, man, why? Wassup?"

"Good, cuz tonight we're burnin' down the Westside tonight! All those scrubz are gonna die ain't nobody gonna be spared!"
08-10-2003, 17:31
At the pick up, Jordan didnt bother much with secrecy. He just grabbed the stuff and ran to the van.

"Right guys, go. We are gonna toast us some 187 Boyz"
United Elias
08-10-2003, 17:59
A couple of hours later, Tony and seven guys rode down to the docks area, one Cadillac and an old Van. They pulled up outside a building with a large sign ‘Ensemble Import/Export’ Tony and one of the thugs walked in while the others remained outside.

At the crummy little reception desk he asks for a Mr Martello who appears.

“Hey Tony, what’s the story I heard it was urgent?”

“Yeah, boss is not too happy, we’re getting squeezed out by these 187 Boyz, now we only got about a quarter of the Eastside, Little Italy, Chinatown and the docks.”

“That Right? Well could be worse.”

“Yeah I suppose but it ain’t gonna stand.”

“I shouldn’t think so, now I got your 30 M-16s all ready but also I just got a shipment of these, beauties .50 Desert Eagle, blow a hell of a hole in people.”
“Not bad, we’ll buy ten or so, boss won’t mind.” He puts two brief cases down on the floor.

“Yeah fine, I’m not going to count it I trust you guys.”

“Okay, thanks again, but you know keep an eye out these, 187 Boyz are pretty crazy, all high on that sh*it they push.”

“Thanks Tony but how dumbf*ck stupid do you have to be to mess with the biggest damn illegal gun dealer this side of SC.”

“True, but all the same…”

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back at the restaurant the Consigliare was revewing another message, this time form the Jacks.

"Boss what do you wan' to do about this?"

"Hell, lets meet with 'em they been around the block a few times, sometimes fighting us sometimes fightin' with us so lets see for the sake of aold times what they offer."

"Okay we'll 'll ask 'em where they wanna meet and see what their terms are, hey your enemy's enemy is your friend, right?"

"Not always in this town."
Rukemia
08-10-2003, 18:19
The doorbell rang at the 187 HQ, Ricky got up and answered the door, there was a Latino man in a UPS like get-up at the door, Ricky already knew who he was. Ricky peaked outside behind the man and saw a large white storage truck in the driveway with the back open, inside were about 20 guitar cases and 8 guys in fake delivery men suits were hoisting them out and carrying them up the lawn. Ricky looked back at the Latino man,

"Aight, Jose, you done good, man, you done real good.", Ricky pulled a roll of hundreds out of his pocket and put it in the man's hand, "Here, take this, think of it as a tip and tell your men to hurry up and bring those god damn things inside."

"No problem, Ricky, thanks for the tip." Jose turned around and yelled something in Spanish, the men started to move quicker as the got the cases out of the truck. Once all the guitar cases were inside, they were immediately opened up, they were 10 M-16s, 9 AK-47s and 1 RPG. "Holy Shit!", Ricky said when he opened up the case containing the RPG, "Hell yea, this is what im talkin' about." He put the RPG over his shoulder and scoped the room, it wasn't loaded so it was safe. Devon, had just come out of the living room to find his boys opening up the cases like it was Christmas, he cracked a smile and grabbed an M-16.

"Tonight, we gonna put some holes in some motherf*ckin' Jacks!" he said loading the M-16, in two hours when the other packages arrived this street war was about to get bloodier then ever.

Ricky called up the Chauvs and Galdanians once again, offering money and territory if they helped in the death of all Jacks.
Galdania
08-10-2003, 19:02
At 7th street, two men in old Galdanian army jackets stood outside an old Station Wagon. Inside was a keg full of Galdanian vodka, about 40% alchohol. They saw some men in suits walk up, and Yuri, carrying a 9 mil. saw that the Mafia had the same choice in basic handguns. Of course, 9's were easy to get and pretty cheap to buy, so everyone had them. In the trunk, under a blanket, Stoyz's old army pal, Brezzy (for Breznich) had placed a fully loaded Tuberov assault rifle. Cheap, light, and with thirty-five rounds in a clip, they were often used by the Galdanian army and Galdanian mob alike.

Pops (for Popovich) yelled "Greetings!" to the Mafiosos, and waved his Colt Python, his prize possesion, in the air. He opened the trunk and pulled out the Tuberov and waved it around wildly. "Gifts for you, my friends!"
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Outside a small Jack safehouse, a man on a motercycle threw a package to the ground. The Jacks almost shot at him, and some thought he'd thrown a bomb. However, it was an audio tape.
"Greetings, Comrades. This is Viktor Stoyz, leader of the Galdanian Exiles. We have heard of the gang war brewing, and would be prepared to aid you in destroying the 187 Mens. We would ask only that our vodka flow freely through your streets. If you decline our offer, I am sure we are working something out. I am hoping to be hear from you, Auto-Comrades."
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"Brezzy, what new piece ar you having for me today?" asked Stoyz to his head mechanic and armoury technician. Breznich pulled a sheet off of his latest contraption: a machine gun mounted in front of a window on the top floor of the Galdanian's largest distillery. "You like, Viktor?" Stoyz smiled. "You know, Brezzy, I am killing anybody else who is calling me that. But you and me, we are going way back." Stoyz gave Brezzy a hearty, masculine hug, and they patted each other on the back with enough force to knock each other over. "Brezzy, go downstairs and pick out a bottle of something for yourself." Breznich laughed. "Thanks, Boss."

Stoyz sat in the chair behind the gun. It was truly a mastpiece. The chair swiveled with the gun, and moved up and downto give the shooter a better view of the target. Stoyz thought it must be able to fire over 300 rounds a minute. Breznich was a true genius. Stoyz looked at some of the armoury blueprints. Breznich's apprentice, Noodles (the only Chinese member of the Galdanian mob), had drawn up plans for a flamethrower made out of old plumbing equipment. Stoyz checked out some tools on a workbench, and saw a box with a note attached to it under the bench. It read "Stoyz's Present." Stoyz smiled to himself. With his birthday a week away, he wondered why Breznich has given him a machine gun today. His present must be something much bigger...But then box was just a shoebox...Stoyz wondered what was inside that could be so magnificent, but decided not to ruin the surprise. He would wait till his birthday.
United Elias
08-10-2003, 19:35
The 7th Street Park was mor or less emptyans usual and it was easy for Sam, Tommy and the Consigliare to find the Galdanians.

The consigliare approaches first "Thank you, we we'rent expect a gift. We have not one in return but we own many restaurants to offer you free dinners." He smiles to try and diffus ea slight tension in the air.
"Now tell me, your proposal, then we'll discuss terms."
08-10-2003, 19:37
2 Armored Vans roar down the street by the Jacks HQ. They stop with a screech outside. The most elite gangmemebers (ex Spec Ops) piled out, armed with AK-47's, M-16's and an RPG. One waves a white flag. The take cover behind the vans.

"Guys, come out and talk"
Galdania
08-10-2003, 20:21
"Is alright, Galdanians always give lots gift!" laughed Yuri happily. The trunk was still open, and he grabbed a few small glasses and poured vodka into them. He handed them around and took a shot himself.
"We are hearing about unfortunates incident at bar. Stoyz himself was personally shooting one of men in car. He is seeing whole thing, and he feels much pain for you. Is one thing to burn down bar, but is another to kill all patrons inside. We are being prepared to help in fight against 187 Mens, if you are looking for big revenge. We ask only that our vodka flow like river in you land." Yuri helped himself to another sip of vodka. "Galdanians believe in loyalty, honour, and lots of drinking!" he laughed.

"Now, business. Our men help fight the 187 Mens, and we have vodka on all streets. We can offer many good weapons for you. Breznich is making many good things. In fact, we are thinking of attaching flame...how you say...thRoWAR, is it, to a jeep, and we are driving around, and burn 187's!" Yuri laughed again. "Is deal?"
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Rukemia
08-10-2003, 23:03
The second shipment of packages had arrived at the Eastside HQ, the 187s now had 20 M-16s, 15 AKs and 2 RPGs. All of the 187 soldiers had been ordered to meet up at the HQ, Devon had something important to say and he wanted all his men to hear it. By the time everyone arrived the house was jam-packed, the house was so crowded that there was hardly any breathing space. Lil' Jay, Ricky and Devon all sat at a round table in a half circle along with some other high ranking 187s, the rest of the men surrounded them, most couldn't see but all could hear. Devon unfolded his hands and stood up, he began to speak,

"As most of yall already know first hand, we are at war with the Jacks. Blood is being spilled in the streets and alot of it is ours, now I know that alot of yall have lost some close friends tonight, maybe even a brother or a family member, but that's all the more reason to fight. The fools did us wrong when we tried to come together, we tried to bring the streets together as one and they acted like spoiled children, like they couldn't handle sharin', well now they gon' pay the price. They took my lil cuzz life and probaly somebody , so now we takin' all of theirs!"

Somebody spoke up, "This is all this is about? Your lil cuzz', folks dyin' on the streets because of your lil cuzz?"

Devon closed his eyes for a moment as if he was extremely annoyed, "No, man. We fightin' this war for respect, for vengeance, somebody needs to teach these fools a lesson, teach em' not to f*ck with the 187s, don't nobody f*ck with the 187s! Now I heard some bullshit about innocents gettin' caught in the crossfire, I don't want anybody who ain't involved in this dyin', I don't want yall out there shootin' up innocent women and children, that definately ain't what the 187s are about. From now on it's all out war, we invadin' these f*cks, we gon' push they asses out the District, it ain't no room for em' anymore, if they can't co-exist, they gotta die! Get ready for war yall, cuz its gonna be hell, get in yall squads and roll out!"

The 130 men who were inside the house burst out onto the lawn and got into their squads and packed into the Escalades to head to the Westside, every squad had 2 Molotov Cocktails, 5 45s, 1 M-16 and/or AK-47 and 2 sets of uzis, the two largest squads (10 men) had 1 RPG each. The windows on the Escalades had been retinted and they were now jet black, it was impossible to see what was going on in the inside, or even guess where the drivers head was from any distance.

The murdering had already begun, whenever anybody who even looked like a jack was spotted everyone in the car opened fire, never slowing the car down but still firing accurately. The one man with an M-16 would pop out of the open sun roof and spray the streets and anybody on it with bullets. Dozens of houses were set on fire on the Westside, but only those that were suspected to hold Jacks.
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United Elias
08-10-2003, 23:16
"Is alright, Galdanians always give lots gift!" laughed Yuri happily. The trunk was still open, and he grabbed a few small glasses and poured vodka into them. He handed them around and took a shot himself.
"We are hearing about unfortunates incident at bar. Stoyz himself was personally shooting one of men in car. He is seeing whole thing, and he feels much pain for you. Is one thing to burn down bar, but is another to kill all patrons inside. We are being prepared to help in fight against 187 Mens, if you are looking for big revenge. We ask only that our vodka flow like river in you land." Yuri helped himself to another sip of vodka. "Galdanians believe in loyalty, honour, and lots of drinking!" he laughed.

"Now, business. Our men help fight the 187 Mens, and we have vodka on all streets. We can offer many good weapons for you. Breznich is making many good things. In fact, we are thinking of attaching flame...how you say...thRoWAR, is it, to a jeep, and we are driving around, and burn 187's!" Yuri laughed again. "Is deal?"

"Yes Stoyz I think we have a deal." The Consigliare tries to not to show that his throat felt molten after the strong Vodka and he proceeded to shake the hands of te Galdnanians.
Galdania
09-10-2003, 02:00
The Galdanians parted ways with the Mafia, and were soon reporting the news to Ninivich, Stoyz's second in command. Apparently, Stoyz has out at the west side with six other men.
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Stoyz was sitting atop some apartement building with six other men. One other man was inside the building, guarding the door to the roof.

Stoyz had been a sniper in the Galdanian army, and had been in the same training classes as Premier Bolozof Velasgo's girlfriend, Nadia Candido. Nadia had been the best shot in the nation, and the best pilot, too. Stoyz had always been second best to her, but he felt no ill will towards her.

An Escalade flew through the street, and one man with an M16 was spraying bullets everywhere from through the sunroof. Stoyz had once taken down a charging bull from 200 metres, but this would still be a challenge.

Stoyz fired at the M16 man, and his six men all fired at the car, some aiming for tires, some just trying to put a hole in it wherever they could.

They all scuried onto another building, the door guard catching up a minute later. Escalades were everywhere. Stoyz gave the order to spread out, and soon Stoyz and six snipers were sitting on top of seven different building on the west side.
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From the main Galdanian distillery, the machine gun stood like a giant through the window. Noodles was itching to take a shot with it...

In the garage, Breznich was putting the finishing touches on his secret weapon: the flame buggy.
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Rukemia
09-10-2003, 16:31
OOC: SC, I'd appreciate it if you stopped RPing for me, thanks.

The gunner on top of the Escalade had just shot the hell out of a Jack owned house with his M-16, hoping to kill Jack family members or anyone else inside. One of the Boyz in the car was just about to finish the house off with a Molotov Cocktail when he heard the gunner scream in pain. The gunner sunk back into the Escalade through the sun roof holding his arm and breathing heavily, he had dropped the M-16 in the streets.

"What the hell is wrong wit you man?"

"I just got shot you dumbf*ck!"

"Well stop cryin' we got more-"

TINK TINK TINK TINK, gunshots burst out from above, most of the bullets didn't penetrate but all the windows on the right side were broken out, killing one man who was sitting on the right side in the back, he slumped over and said nothing. The tires were next to go, the two on the right side burst and the driver swirved to try and gain control, he tried to turn a corner and ended up flipping over, hurling the gunner out of the sun roof and neck first into a brick wall -CRACK-, the snap of his bones could even be heard of the screeching Escalade. The Escalade continued to skid on its side until it slammed into a brick wall, squishing the body of the gunner underneath.

The driver was the first to get out and then three other men followed, the driver looked at the Escalade, the dead body inside and then at the gunner squised underneath.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit! This is real f*cked up man, really f*cked up." One of the men grabbed the drivers arm to turn him around.

"Get a hold of yourself man. This is a f*ckin' warzone you can't be standin' around like that come on we gotta-

Two shots went into his back and through his chest, he looked down and then back at his boys, "God damn it!", were his last words, before he sank to his knees and then fell on his face. The last two alive in the squad, the driver and another 187 boy, took cover in a corner store, they shot the clerk two bullets to the skull, he had pulled out a 12 gauge to shoot them first but he wasn't fast enough. They took his 12 gauge and two 9 mils he had stashed in his drawer behind the counter, they didn't take any money.

"Ain't this the building the shots came from?"

"Yea...yea I think it is."

"Should we torch this place? I mean those f*ckers could still be upstairs."

"Naw they probaly spread out by now." The driver was looking around the store as he talked, he didn't say what he was looking for but it was evident he was looking for something. He went around the back and opened up all the freezers and looked inside behind the racks.

"Aye man there's a stairway back here, let's go up stairs and check it out."

They crept up the building so quietly they couldn't even hear their own footsteps, until finally they came to a door which would lead them up onto the roof. The creaked the heavy metal door open as quietly as possible, the driver looked out onto the roof, he thought that he could vaguely make out the shape of a crouching man holding something and peering over the building, he was only about 12 feet away, he turned around and told his partner what he saw. He turned back around and slid his 12 gauge through the crack of the door and aimed directly at the mans back, he pulled the trigger and emptied two shells into the mans back before closing the door again. He wanted to listen for gunshots before rushing out and seeing if the coast was clear.
09-10-2003, 16:39
A solitary BMW screeched through the streets. It was blue (the color of the 'Chauvs'), and roared through 30 miles an hour above the speed limit. In the back sat several young men, brandishing M-16's, and one holding an RPG.

It quickly entered Eastside Boyz territory, yet it would not show on the outside it was a Chauv car. It rounded several corners quickly, and whizzed through the streets. Loud music banged out the windows.

It had become public knowledge where the Eastside Boyz HQ was. And they were on their way. The car swerved past several cars, rattling the boys in the back. The sunscreen on top was open. A man wearing a balaclava and goggles leaned out.

The car screeched round the final corner to the 187 HQ. The man in the sunscreen lifted an RPG onto his shoulder. He clicked off the safety, and it was loaded. He looked through the aimer, and the car slowed. It slowed to 2 MPH outside the HQ. The man on back fired the RPG.

It blasted a smoke trail, and the rocket screamed through the window of the HQ. The car sped off.
United Elias
09-10-2003, 16:54
The boss stumbed into the room above the restaurant, anrgy and tired.

"Jesus, Sam what the hell you doin' wakin' me up in the middle of the godamn night?"

"Sorry Boss but a war's erupted wand the Chuavs, jacks and our new Galdanian friednds are fighting the 187s."

"They deserve it to....okay now listen here, we're not like them, we're not sendin' our guys out there to get slaughtered, you hear? As much as we might like to do that, I have to think about the family and I don' wan' no one getting clipped tonight. What we do is send a coupleof guys over, real low key and find out what the hell i sgoin' on here. You got it? No death."

"Got it, lemme go?"

"Nah youre to damn impotant Sam, I need you, send a couple of guys ,from your crew, tell 'em not to screw."

"I'l take care of it, no pwoblem."

(BTW is there any sort of law enforcement here? It would make it more interesting if there was and they were corrupt)
Rukemia
09-10-2003, 16:58
Several lookouts had been posted up all around the edges of Eastside territory, they maintained communication through means of radio and when a BMW was seen speeding through the empty streets into Eastside territory everyone was alerted. Everyone in this side of the district had been warned that if they were on the streets and not a gang member, then they were going to be shot.

"Yo, we got a fast movin' BMW comin' yall way and it ain't one of our boys, so when you see it....shoot the f*ck out of it!"

Ricky had gotten the message, he was stationed a block away from the HQ and the BMW couldn't get anywhere near it without going through him and his boys.

"Alright yall, yall heard the man, eveyone get in position, we gonna' take this bitch out!"

They were stationed the first level of an abandoned apartment complex and now they all anxiously waited, their M-16s, AKs and 45s hanging out of the windows, just enough to shoot accurately, but still not be seen. One man had an RPG, he had it locked and loaded and ready to go. They heard the whirring of an engine near by, it was them.

Ricky gave the signal and they tore the car up, bursting out its windows and tires on the left side. The RPG was fired at the back side of the car, right on top of the trunk. They were almost sure whoever was inside was dead and if they weren't they were about to be.
09-10-2003, 17:01
OOC: That culd have been any old BMW. Might not have been the Chauvs :wink:
Rukemia
09-10-2003, 17:05
OOC: That culd have been any old BMW. Might not have been the Chauvs :wink:

OOC: "Everyone in this side of the district had been warned that if they were on the streets and not a gang member, then they were going to be shot." :wink:
09-10-2003, 17:07
OOC: That culd have been any old BMW. Might not have been the Chauvs :wink:

OOC: "Everyone in this side of the district had been warned that if they were on the streets and not a gang member, then they were going to be shot." :wink:

So any old civilian coming down the street is gonna be shot?
09-10-2003, 17:10
We are interested in joining your little enterprise to show you how things are done. We are the Blue Hand if we join you must do something for us. Contact either airom or hidas for details of our task...................... :twisted: :twisted: :twisted: :twisted: :twisted:
Rukemia
09-10-2003, 17:25
So any old civilian coming down the street is gonna be shot?

OOC: Maybe if they had known who was driving then no, the reason they were so fast to shoot the car up was because

A. It was speeding into Eastside territory from the Westside.
B. It was an expensive car in a rundown neighborhood that didn't belong to the 187s.
C. The lookouts would've recognized it if it were an civilian since everybody knows everybody in the Westside.
D. They were bored.
09-10-2003, 17:31
It did not come from the westside. They wouldnt be that stupid. They would leave the city and enter again from out of town.

But you have a point with the BMW one. I knew I should have used a van.
Rukemia
09-10-2003, 17:49
OOC: Are you going to RP casualties, or do we just assume their all dead?
09-10-2003, 17:52
OOC: Well you bent what I said in the origonal post. So....

IC: The man with the rocket was hit in the arm by an AK bullet, and was blown clear with the RPG when the RPG hit. The others inside all died.

He picked up the RPG and ran to the street corner. He hid behind it, and caught his breath. He jumped a fence into a garden, and continued doing this until he escaped.
Rukemia
09-10-2003, 20:06
The 187s had stopped firing, the car had been blown to hell and it looked as though everyone inside it had been burnt alive. The men checked the scene out from inside the building to see if anyone had survived, they all had their guns raised. Ricky saw someone running from the carnage with a bulky object in their hands, Ricky raised his AK and fired 10 shots into the running man, then him and his crew went outside to see who it was and what they had been carrying.
Galdania
09-10-2003, 21:11
The Galdanian sniper flew off of the building, and landed on the concrete below. If the shotgun hadn't killed him, the fall would've.

"Nustrasvoya, stradnichtz dol vedstka!" someone yelled, and shots could be heard. They weren't anywhere near the door. But then somebody screamed "Holy s*hit!" in a heavy Russian accent, and there were footsteps and feet hitting metal.
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Stoyz had lost one of his men. He wasn't sure who, but he knew it was one of his. His men climbed down a ladder after collecting on one building, and a black guy in pink feathery clothes with a long golden cane waiting in a tricked-out Pimpmobile yelled to them "Yo honkies, get in 'fore they's starts shootin', ya dig?" The Galdanians jumped i the back, and one guy placed himself on the roof, opened the trunk, and waited for the driver to get going.

Collin Darling, the self-styled 'numba' one laydays man in tha' district', stepped on the gas, and the car pulled out of the alley. The man on the roof unplugged the two big kegs of Galdanian Pure that were in Collin's trunk, and the vodka spilled onto the streets. Somebody plugged the roof man in the chest and he fell screaming to the asphlat. He put his arms up as the car sped away. He was lying in the river of vodka. He tried to drag himself away, but he was drenched in the stuff. Suddenly, a match drifted from the car. Seconds later, the roof man was on his feet, running into a store, his entire body flaming.

"Yo man, why you do 'dat?" asked Collin to Stoyz.
"He was selling us out to the police. Besides, cars can't drive on flaming road."
09-10-2003, 21:12
The man got hit again in the shoulder, but kept running. He turned a corner, and dived into someones backyard. He disappeared in a maze of gardens and yards.
09-10-2003, 22:23
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Rukemia
10-10-2003, 02:04
[Rukemia, I was simply returning the favor.

Now, can anyone catch me up on a day's work? Are the Jacks dead yet? What's going on?]

OOC: When did I RP for you, if I did I didn't know, sorry. No, the Jacks aren't dead yet, I thought it was up to you when or if they all died. As for whats going on the Chauvs got involved and so have the Galdanians.
10-10-2003, 02:08
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Rukemia
10-10-2003, 03:15
[You talked a couple of times about killing Jacks in the houses and stuff, but oh well. And who is on who's side and all that?]

OOC: EVERYBODY is on your side for some unknown reason, I posted that I had my gang contact several others and nobody posted a reply, they all just jumped on your side without any reasons. Except for Galdania, he said that my gang was taking his territory or something like that.

About the killing Jacks in houses thing, I was talking about the house that you had in the Westside, so I figured it would be fairly easy to overun somebody on your own turf and I posted casualties as well.
Galdania
11-10-2003, 06:07
Anyway...
Rukemia
11-10-2003, 20:47
OOC: Has this died?
11-10-2003, 20:50
*Another Chauv car, this time a run down maroon volvo with wobbly weels, drives towards the Eastside HQ*

(It has good intentions)
Galdania
13-10-2003, 20:51
OOC: Yep. Dead.
R.I.P.
This Thread
Then-Now
Omz222
13-10-2003, 20:52
OOC: Yep. Dead.
R.I.P.
This Thread
Then-Now
OOC: Sadly, it is true. SC left NS...
Galdania
13-10-2003, 20:54
OOC: Yep. Dead.
R.I.P.
This Thread
Then-Now
OOC: Sadly, it is true. SC left NS...

In was thinking of staring another one, with a lot more character development, and very, very small gangs...at first.