by Ontorisa » Tue May 05, 2015 5:36 pm
by Skegness-on-Pirn » Tue May 05, 2015 6:24 pm
by Themiclesia » Tue May 05, 2015 6:52 pm
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by Arana » Tue May 05, 2015 10:24 pm
by Skegness-on-Pirn » Wed May 06, 2015 9:41 am
Arana wrote:Stammers Regional High School, Tripoli, Michigan
September 6, 2010
Following the assembly, Christian, along with two of his Lieutenants (one in charge of recruitment, the other in charge of planning raids on the other gangs' drug dealers) left the auditorium, heading for their first period class. As they walked, they discussed a variety of things, including a recent successful raid against a Europa drug stash. The raid had brought a considerable amount of marijuana and crystal meth into Leviathan possession. The marijuana was kept for the gang's personal use, but the meth was anonymously turned over to the police. Arriving at the classroom, he happened to find one of his least favorite people: Noortje Drielsma and her Europa cronies. Christian still remembered her from his time as a Europa... even then, she was a bitch. A racist one too, and possibly sadistic, from what he'd seen. He couldn't identify either of her cronies, meaning that they'd likely taken whatever position they had recently. Stopping in front of the classroom door with his Lieutenants, Christian popped a Starburst into his mouth (his alternative to gum, which he despised) before looking Noortje up and down. He knew she liked to seduce people... why not let her try with him? If he got lucky, he might even be able to get something out of it.
"Bonjour, salope... heard one of your stashes got stolen recently. Shame. By the way, I've been meaning to ask, did you ever find anyone as good as I was to replace me? Because from the looks of your gang lately, well... doesn't look like it.''
by The Emerald Dragon » Wed May 06, 2015 9:57 am
by Nachfolgia » Wed May 06, 2015 10:53 am
by Themiclesia » Wed May 06, 2015 11:48 am
This Club shall be composed of several Members who of their voluntary choice join this Club; of them no qualification other than their positive and considered assent shall be required.Even more recently, all the major gangs are represented in the Club, though none in leading positions. Possibly the financial commitments deter such low-life from joining the Executive Committee.
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Nations:
• Themiclesia
• Camia
• Antari
>>>Member of Septentrion, Atlas, Alithea, Tyran<<<Left-of-centre, multiple home countries and native languages, socially and fiscally liberal; he/him/his
Pro: diversity, choice, liberty, democracy, equality | Anti: racism, sexism, nationalism, dictatorship, war
News | Court of Appeal overturns Sgt. Ker conviction for larceny in quartermaster's pantry | TNS Hat runs aground in foreign harbour, hull unhurt | House of Lords passes Stamp Collection Act, counterfeiting used stamps now a crime | New bicycle lanes under the elevated railways | Demonstration against rights abuses in Menghe in Crystal Park, MoD: parade to be postponed for civic activity
by Galdius » Wed May 06, 2015 11:51 am
by Ontorisa » Wed May 06, 2015 12:27 pm
by The BaRen » Wed May 06, 2015 1:18 pm
by The Emerald Dragon » Wed May 06, 2015 1:59 pm
The BaRen wrote:A car pulled into Stammers Regional High School's parking lot, a shitty Toyota blasting 3rd World by Immortal Technique. Nero parked his car, and stepped out, flamed up: Red and white Nike Cortez, baggy black Dickies, red military belt, wife beater, and red Locs resting atop of his shaved head.
He was late, and had missed the assembly. Checking his schedule, Nero headed to his first period. As soon as he entered the class room, he noticed a tension, as well as two groups of kids in the front were staring each other down. He recognized the white bitches and white boys were the Europas, a gang described to him by his aunt. And the others were Leviathans, making their presence known by their ponytails. Nero narrowed his eyes, keeping his face neutral, and moved to the back of the class, taking his seat.
by The BaRen » Wed May 06, 2015 2:12 pm
The Emerald Dragon wrote:The BaRen wrote:A car pulled into Stammers Regional High School's parking lot, a shitty Toyota blasting 3rd World by Immortal Technique. Nero parked his car, and stepped out, flamed up: Red and white Nike Cortez, baggy black Dickies, red military belt, wife beater, and red Locs resting atop of his shaved head.
He was late, and had missed the assembly. Checking his schedule, Nero headed to his first period. As soon as he entered the class room, he noticed a tension, as well as two groups of kids in the front were staring each other down. He recognized the white bitches and white boys were the Europas, a gang described to him by his aunt. And the others were Leviathans, making their presence known by their ponytails. Nero narrowed his eyes, keeping his face neutral, and moved to the back of the class, taking his seat.
"Well, is there finally another neutral here who doesn't take sides in this colossal dick-waving contest?" Brett said quietly, slowly turning to face the new student with a small smile of relief; he had thought previously that all the students in this school had some sort of gang affiliation. Grabbing a seat next to the student, but not one that would obscure his view of the ongoing hostilities between the two groups of sad, sad people, eventually, he completely turned towards the student - ready to take him down* if he pulled anything. After the expected knife-in-the-back never occurred, the paranoia towards this other student died down and Brett decided to give his most risky plan a shot. A plan that would surely get the crap beaten out of him if it went wrong...
"Hi" Brett said, preferring to look behind the student while facing him.
* A literal takedown, not a euphenism for beat the shit out of/kill etc.
by The Emerald Dragon » Wed May 06, 2015 3:10 pm
by Arana » Wed May 06, 2015 4:29 pm
by Ontorisa » Wed May 06, 2015 5:32 pm
by Galdius » Wed May 06, 2015 6:52 pm
by Skegness-on-Pirn » Wed May 06, 2015 7:24 pm
by Nachfolgia » Wed May 06, 2015 7:43 pm
by Skegness-on-Pirn » Wed May 06, 2015 8:01 pm
Nachfolgia wrote:Viorica stood next to Noortje as the situation between them and the Leviathans reached a boiling point. She may not have shown it, but she was very irritated with the comments they were making. What made her very angry was when the Frenchman mentioned stealing drugs from them. As an enforcer, Viorica was put in charge of handling that drug den. She had 6 Europas under her and the Leviathans still managed to take the drugs, beating the shit out of her men in the process. They were lucky she was off doing an errand or they wouldn't have had it easy. Regardless, that drug raid set the Europas back and Viorica and Noortje weren't happy about it.
Before the conversation turned into a bloodbath, the teacher, a nervous wreck named Mr. Kennedy told the class to take their seats. Following Noortje, Viorica took her seat next to the Europa leader. Viorica Waited until it was time to call out her name. " Viorica Celibidache." She said coldly with her arms crossed over her chest.
by Elerian » Wed May 06, 2015 8:30 pm
by Skegness-on-Pirn » Wed May 06, 2015 8:50 pm
Elerian wrote:Miles Petraukas, Mr. Kennedy's Classroom
Miles was late. The bell had already rung two minutes prior, yet Miles found himself in no hurry to get to class. He lumbered down the hallways as he made his way to Mr. Kennedy's class. He'd overslept, forgetting it was the first day of school again, but he was here now that was all that mattered. It had been almost a year now that he'd been in America, and the transition from Poland to here was particularly hard on him, but even more so for his sisters. He'd tried his best to help them fit in, but he did his best to keep them as far away from the new gang he'd joined as he could. They were dangerous, and he didn't need them getting his sisters involved.
He was supposed to have been involved in the murder of the Zero's leader, but he hadn't learned enough English to fully understand what they wanted him to help them do, so they left him behind. He had been frustrated and angry that they'd done so back then, but now he was almost happy that he wasn't able to go along.
As he maneuvered his head so he wouldn't hit himself on the way through the classroom doorway, he saw that a number of people from other gangs were there too. "Gówno" he swore in Polish. He saw members of both rival gangs clustered together around the room. But, as he scanned he saw his gang's leader and one of the higher ranked members. A small smirk crossed his face as he sighed in relief, he wouldn't be alone the entire year. He began walking over towards them, gracefully avoiding the feet that darted out to trip him as he passed. He stared down those that looked up at him in disgust and after several moments reached his comrades. Without a word he tossed his backpack next to his seat and stretched out his long legs.
He could hear the rival gang members cursing him and his gang, but he couldn't always understand what they said, so he simply stared back at them, like a predator studying his prey. When his turn finally came to say his name he gave it through a heavy Polish accent, "Miles Petraukas." He looked at Noortje and Viorica in turn to see if they had orders to give, or simply something to say to him.
by The BaRen » Wed May 06, 2015 9:17 pm
The Emerald Dragon wrote:Privately, Brett's mind was divided into two camps; these being the 'WHAT IS THIS GUY SAYING?!' and secondly 'NO! YOU UTTER TOOLCASE, I JUST WANT TO SAY HI! DAMNIT' camp. Both battling for dominance in the proverbial battlefield that was Brett's rarely-at-peace-mind. Eventually, Brett replied.
"No, I just thought I'd say hi"
by Breitenfeld-Sibbesborg » Wed May 06, 2015 10:37 pm
by Themiclesia » Wed May 06, 2015 10:53 pm
Arana wrote:Saint Moses Church, Tripoli, Michigan
November 30, 2008
"His store, huh? A lot of people shopped at his family's store. Most of them didn't show up."
The wake had had fewer people than he'd expected... mostly family and a few friends. From what he saw, none of his or Daniel's friends from school had shown up, likely not wanting to anger the Europas by associating with either of them. Approaching the casket, he gave a slightly suspicious look to the other boy.
"I was a friend of his. Don't expect me to say more than that... I'm not exactly the most popular person in town at the moment."
NS stats not in effect
(except in F7)
Gameside factbooks not canon
Sample military factbook
Nations:
• Themiclesia
• Camia
• Antari
>>>Member of Septentrion, Atlas, Alithea, Tyran<<<Left-of-centre, multiple home countries and native languages, socially and fiscally liberal; he/him/his
Pro: diversity, choice, liberty, democracy, equality | Anti: racism, sexism, nationalism, dictatorship, war
News | Court of Appeal overturns Sgt. Ker conviction for larceny in quartermaster's pantry | TNS Hat runs aground in foreign harbour, hull unhurt | House of Lords passes Stamp Collection Act, counterfeiting used stamps now a crime | New bicycle lanes under the elevated railways | Demonstration against rights abuses in Menghe in Crystal Park, MoD: parade to be postponed for civic activity
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