Western Navascuez
02-01-2004, 02:28
(OOC: Basically this RP takes place in the territories of Western Navascuez, and it'll rely heavily on drugs and money once it progresses far enough. I need a few people for this, two have signed up already and I'll let in a couple more before I close it. One thing I need is someone to act as a druglord-type character, someone really wealthy but at the same time really despicable. If anyone wants in on this let me know by TG. I also need another person to act as a rival to this guy, someone perhaps not as evil as this guy but still not someone you'd want to turn your back on. This starts off in the state of Tallulah, which is the rough equivalent of Mississippi, and the Sonora River is the Navascan version of the Mississippi.)
New Years Eve. Kingsdale, Tallulah
James Lawrence was a young man in his late teens, probably no more than nineteen. He was of average height and build, handsome and his family had financial security through money saved up over a few generations. Which is why his decision to pack up and move out into the territories made little sense to those who knew him. Over the Sonora River was a vast amount of virgin, barely settled land divided up into to territories, labeled by the government as Canaveral Territory and Valparaiso. However, there was a sizable portion of the Valparaiso Territory to the west of the southern portion of the Sonora where the dregs of society went to make a killing on the "coca plantations." The ground there was fertile enough to grow a lot of coca, which could later be refined into that infamous drug cocaine. It was precisely this reason why Lawrence was travelling into the Territories, although whether his intentions were good or sinister, only he knew for sure. Bounding off the steps of his porch, he ran up to his pick-up truck, started the engine and drove down the long, dusty road into the city. The sun was setting before his eyes, and chances were slim that he would catch the last ferry going over the river, so he took his time driving until he recognized some of the more familiar sights. It was late now, but the ferries were running a night shift tonight, so there were still some people going over. After buying his ticket, Lawrence sat down on a bench overlooking the river, waiting for the ferry to come in. Not wanting to sit in silence, he turned to the person next to him.
"So why are you here?"
New Years Eve. Kingsdale, Tallulah
James Lawrence was a young man in his late teens, probably no more than nineteen. He was of average height and build, handsome and his family had financial security through money saved up over a few generations. Which is why his decision to pack up and move out into the territories made little sense to those who knew him. Over the Sonora River was a vast amount of virgin, barely settled land divided up into to territories, labeled by the government as Canaveral Territory and Valparaiso. However, there was a sizable portion of the Valparaiso Territory to the west of the southern portion of the Sonora where the dregs of society went to make a killing on the "coca plantations." The ground there was fertile enough to grow a lot of coca, which could later be refined into that infamous drug cocaine. It was precisely this reason why Lawrence was travelling into the Territories, although whether his intentions were good or sinister, only he knew for sure. Bounding off the steps of his porch, he ran up to his pick-up truck, started the engine and drove down the long, dusty road into the city. The sun was setting before his eyes, and chances were slim that he would catch the last ferry going over the river, so he took his time driving until he recognized some of the more familiar sights. It was late now, but the ferries were running a night shift tonight, so there were still some people going over. After buying his ticket, Lawrence sat down on a bench overlooking the river, waiting for the ferry to come in. Not wanting to sit in silence, he turned to the person next to him.
"So why are you here?"