Prelude
The air in the room was thick with smoke. The windows were shut tight and casting the heat of the morning sun through the smog in yellow beams. Beneath the cloud was at least a dozen bodies. They lay strewn across the floor in whatever strange positions they sat in. The sweat from their oily skin evaporated in visible gaseous steam clouds.
Through the beams of sunlight contrasting the worn brown wallpaper you notice a tall young man in a plain white t-shirt. His dark skin was difficult to distinguish from the wall. His eyes were fixed on you. Your heart was racing and your breaths were heavy as you spoke out. You hear the words as a third person, as if outside your own body.
"You got a teenth?"
They echo through your head again and again, getting slower with every repeat. Time suddenly returns to normal with his reply. His deep southern voice lifting the pace.
"Fuck right outa here you come lookin' for a teenth, niggas be sellin' weight all'day. Big drought be comin' in."
"What can you do me?"
"Ounce minimum. You aint got the money you best get."
Your head hangs low and heavy on your shoulders. You had just knocked over two liquor stores during the night to scrape one-fifty for that teenth. Now you had to go do at least a dozen more in order to get the one and a half grand needed to buy your fix. You couldn't go another day without that fix. Not again. How long was it now? A day? A week? You needed that fix. You needed it bad. You need it now. In your frustration you turn and run from the building. Away from this man. Away from this smoke, these bodies, this light. In the street you see an elderly man walking hunched over with a cane. His slacks are pulled high above his waist and held tight with a brown leather belt. His pockets heavy. He probably has money in those pockets. So much money its weighing him down. He probably has enough to buy you that ounce. He's an old man, you wouldn't even have to hit him, he'd just hand it over, no one would care. You run for him, you try to yell out but there's no sound. Just your rushing footsteps. He turns to see you and pulls a shocked face, holding his hands up in a feeble attempt to protect himself. You can't stop running. You pumble into him and you both collapse to the ground. In your daze you hear a voice yell out.
"Pah!"
A shot rings out and suddenly you go still. Your eyes slowly shut, blacking out the early morning light. Its so bright, its almost making you sleepy. You let your eyes close to sleep and you feel well, you feel like you got that fix, and you fall asleep.
Backstory
The recent death of the major drug king-pin known as "The Swede" has caused chaos in the city. "The Swede" as he was known, was a man named Johan Christianson. He was a Nordic immigrant from Denmark and he controlled the entire city with his meth supply. It took him seven years to gain control. He supplied the purest meth anyone had ever seen, and his product had a pale blue hue same as arctic ice. People called it "Swedish Ice" and most meth heads would pay almost double the price for it. He controlled the only supply of that product, and by wiping out his competition one by one - with some help from the cartel - he gain near absolute control over the entire city. His will was enforced through dozens of hit squads which had an ear to the streets everywhere.
His super lab which was located outside the city, under ground in the Arizona desert. In was virtually invisible on any search, radar, emissions, energy consumption and everything. When it was eventually found by tracking the elusive visiting vehicles, the DEA led a raid along with units of SWAT, the FBI and the State Troopers. In a brutal firefight between the cartel gang members and hit squads and law enforcement the lab was destroyed and Christianson along with his production staff were all killed an explosion caused by a gas leak as a result of the shootout.
Since his death and the loss of production, prices for all drugs, not just meth, have skyrocketed as addicts rush to get their fixes before the onset of the drought. Violent crime rates rise with the prices as people scramble to scratch together the money required. A power vacuum has been created with The Swede's death. As the cartel have pulled back over the border - the result of a raid on a cartel stronghold in Mexico by the Mexican National Army and DEA - there is no enforcement stopping new suppliers and dealers from rising up everywhere. Shootings are commonplace in every area of the city as the emerging gangs fight for control of a single corner. Government resources are stretched thin as police officers are being killed with as little regard as a hobo. Heavily armed units patrol the streets but prove no match for the well financed meth gangs.
You now have a choice. You can RP as someone starting to cook themselves, and try to establish yourself on the market, or you could work for someone else who already has a foothold. You could start dealing also, but you risk getting killed by someone coming to take your spot. There's also the option to get yourself a gun, there's plenty of people willing to pay someone to their dirty work.
You can also join in on the 'right' side of the law. You can be city or state police, who have been given the green light to carry larger firearms to protect themselves. There's also the option to join a SWAT team, the DEA, FBI or National Guard - all of which have been seeing plenty of action.
Applications And Standard Regulations
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[b][u]Character App[/u][/b]
[b]Name:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Gender:[/b]
[b]Appearance:[/b] (Picture preferred)
[b]Personality:[/b]
[b]Occupation:[/b] (Police officer, dealer, hitman, cook etc)
[b]Organization:[/b] (Which agency, gang, other are you a part of)
[b]Rank:[/b] (Your position in the agency/gang)
[b]Territory:[/b] (Your area of dispatch or control)
[b]Residence[/b]
[b]Bio:[/b](2 Paragraph Minimum)
[b]PCH-972[/b]
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[b][u]Organization App[/u][/b]
[b]Organization Name:[/b] (Eg, 32nd Street Gang, FBI, Phoenix Police)
[b]Members:[/b] (Number of Members, Number of Inner Circle members/commanders)
[b]Territory:[/b] (Area of operation)
[b]Headquarters/Lab/Precinct:[/b]
[b]Finance:[/b]
[b]Weaponry:[/b]
[b]Vehicles:[/b]
[b]Brief description of members:[/b] (Addicts or no/education/age range/race)
[b]FJK-496[/b]
If you wish to make a new gang fill out the Organization app, you also fill out that if you wish to control a government agency operating in the area. If you make a new gang or organization you must also make an app for the leader of that organization.
Basic RP Rules Apply
Graphic content is expected but please keep it within site rules
Your character may die, you can make a new one
You can have multiple characters but abusing this will result in death of one character
Any questions feel free to ask
