Realistic or Modern Gang Rp

[Kinana]

Amber

Dressed in all black Amber walked through the crowded streets of the city, a cigarette pressed between her lips. It was getting dark and the people around her were trying to get home as soon as they could, from work or other activities, especially the ones who worked near the old warehouse district. The redhead knew why. It was because the people knew that this was gang territory and at night it was especially dangerous for an outstander to be seen there. The people were either scared of the growing gang activities like fights, drug selling and prostitution in the alleys and all the blackmailing or mad. But even if they were mad they were too much of a coward to say that out loud.

Almost every night gun shots could be heard or dead bodies would be found in the morning. The police had either lost control over the situation or was too afraid to actually do something, some of them even took money from some gangs to pretend that nothing was going on.

Of course one dared to say a word about it, afraid to face some consequences. No one wanted to get involved into gang buisness. The easier way was to just keep quiet and to pretend like no one knew anything of what was going on.

The young female pushed through the bodies around her bumping into a few people while doing so. She simply flipped them off when they started to complain about her behavior and kept walking. Taking one last drag from her cigarette before letting it fall to the ground and stepped on it with the heel of her boots. She turned around a corner and walked straight into an empty street from where she could already see the warehouses. Last time she was there was two weeks ago before leaving for a mission and Amber had missed it deeply. She didn't like to be gone for too long while not really being able to get in touch with her so called family.

The redhead jumped over a fence before putting her hands into the pockets of her leather jacket and walked up to the old warehouse where their base was located. She pushed the old metal door open with a smile, the familiar smell of steel and weed drifting into her nose right away. Amber walked further inside, not making much noise while doing so and was curious if anyone was even here or on a mission. Or beating someone up, she added in her thoughts and shook her head with a small grin.

"Hello? I'm back!" Amber called out while stepping out between some storrage racks and into the main room.

 

[pointmango]

Ox never showed early to his own meetings. That was an unspoken rule if anyone needed to get their early, practice their debriefs on the others, that was their call. Of course, half the lot was always late anyway, so Ox ended up being on time in comparison to them. He moved along the streets, his jacket pulled over his shoulders as the sun was almost beneath the skyline, having already passed most of the building skyline, causing a light glow over the city.


To any normal fucker, it would have been a pretty sight, a sweet time of day too. Signaling heading off from work, head home to friends, to a woman, to a family even. This was Ox’s family time he supposed, and he, in this case, was good ol’ dad. That was a stretch though, Ox would have to shoot one of them dead if they stepped out of line too much, and he knew no kid had to fear their father doing that, usually.


“Hey Oxy” a woman on the corner dressed in skimpier clothing than should be for the weather. “Why don’t you take a chance tonight…. Have a good time?” She offered up, giggling with the other girl she stood with.


“Can’t,” Ox spoke simply. “Luck’ t’night ladies.” He told them and the one who had spoke threw her cigarette butt at him. “No fun.” She said.


He headed up the warehouse steps once through the door on the next corner, he had some papers stuffed into his pocket and a single chalkboard in the room where they all sat if they ever needed to plan something more elaborate. He didn’t trust computers, he knew hackers were too good these days. And the only papers he used he carried them on his person at all times, or kept them locked up at his place. When he was done with them they went right into the fire and that was that.


“No one else huh Amber?” He asked when he spotted the redhead. He wouldn’t ask the report just yet, seemed too soon, plus they had to keep the others informed.

Ox looked around the room, their old base was better kept, a bit smaller and everyone had their own area. Some joked it was like an office setting. They had to ditch it quick when one of the other groups caught on. but Ox truthfully missed that joint. It was easier to keep an eye on his people, that's where he learned about them most. He knew many of their backgrounds when the others didn't. He felt protective over his people, despite trying to keep his distance. They were family.

 

[Misty Gray]

Zane Williams​

The two gang members stood by the doorway of the boarded up, derelict house. The sun had finished setting and a nearby streetlight had activated, sending the only source of light in through the opened doorway. Inside, Zane had a man pinned face-first against the wall. The debt collector scraped the side of the man's face against the brick wall before spinning him around and planting a heavy punch against his face. He let go of the beaten man, allowing him to fall onto the ground. He was able to see the wallet in the back pocket of the man's jeans, so bent over to retrieve it. He opened it up to find a bank card. "What's your PIN number, Dwight?" he forcefully asked. Dwight only shook his head and spat out a mouthful of blood onto the wooden floorboards. Zane groaned as he beckoned one of the gang members over, handing them the bank card. He then sent a heavy boot into Dwight's rib cage, forcing the man to roll over onto his back. Zane knelt down, putting the full weight of his right knee onto the man's chest. He then retrieved the hunter's knife from inside his jacket and pressed it firmly against Dwight's throat. "What's the fucking PIN?" he coldly, but calmly repeated.

"6-4-5-1!" Dwight finally gave in. The gang member took the card and rushed off to withdraw the money from Dwight's account.

"If my friend doesn't come back with the money you owe us, I'm going to make sure nobody recognises this face of yours, Dwight. Understood?" he asked. Dwight barely nodded, afraid that moving his head too much would somehow cause the knife against his throat to slip. Zane knew it would be a good ten minutes before his friend returned with the money, but he was a patient man and was determined to hold his current position for as long as it took. "You comfortable there, mate?" he remarked. "I guess you could take this time to consider not placing wagers you're unwilling to pay up for."

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Zane had stopped off at his apartment to clean up before making his way to the warehouse. When he arrived, he made his way to the main room where he saw Ox and Amber were already present. "Evening, Ox," he said, nodding to his boss. "Long time no see, Amber..." he said, flashing the attractive woman an uncharacteristically warm smile. He then reached into his pocket, the knuckles on his right hand starting to bruise from his earlier 'interaction'. He then pulled out a roll of cash and lightly tossed it into the centre of the table. "Dwight paid up what was owed, plus interest," he casually informed them.

 

[Brax]

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Running his tongue along the edge of his cigarillo, Snow finished rolling up in the passenger seat of his friends’ car just as the light they were sitting at turned green. The young man took flame to the end of his blunt as they drove off. The sky was a mixture of yellow and black, signifying the transition between day and night as the cool outside air traveled through the barely-cracked windows. Snow exhaled a trail of smoke as the car dipped off onto the highway, traveling back toward the city as fast as they possibly could.
Not a word was exchanged between the two. Snow took another hit off the blunt before he passed it to the driver, eventually turning down to his burner phone to answer a few text messages. Some were from people whom Snow had agreed to meet up with later in the night. Others had been from those whom Snow had contacted to collect money. Typically speaking, those who didn’t pay him would eventually have to deal with Zane. Some of Snow’s’ clients were aware of the man based on run-ins and knew better. However, despite Snow’s warnings some of his customers still chose the hard way.
It was close to thirty minutes before the two had finally made it back. Snow had instructed his friend to drop him off around the corner from the warehouse. He pulled over to the curb, out of traffic. Once the car was put into park Snow reached into his bag, grabbing a handful of cash held together with a rubber band. He handed it to his friend, thanking him for the ride in the process. The man inquired about what Snow would do with the large sum of money he made off of the deal. Snow replied that he would probably end up getting the shading finished on his newest tattoo. Aside from that, most of the cash made belonged to the gang.
The dealer extended his fist toward his driver, bumping the man’s knuckles with his own before he opened the passenger door and got out of the car. This was typical of Snow; he had three drivers on dial, ready to take him anywhere he needed to go in exchange for a little bit of cash. Snow didn’t own his own car. He never wanted to have a car registered in his name, much like anything else. In actuality, Snow’s most loyal customers made for the best drivers. They were always down to do anything for a bit of cash, which was a way of living that Snow very much aligned with. In this case, Snow had to meet up with a dealer who operated out-of-town. He liked the quality of Snow’s cocaine and paid handsomely for a fair amount.
Snow shut the passenger door and his friend drove away. He slung the other strap of his backpack around his shoulder so that it properly sat on his back before he turned and began walking down the block. As he made his way to the nearest convenience store, Snow lifted the hoodie of his sweater over his head. It was only a minute or two later that he would make it to the store, but it was cold enough out that having the hood over his head protected his ears from the colder weather.
A bell rang as his hands pressed the door open to the convenience shop. Snow lifted his index finger up, greeting the cashier as he made his way over to the refrigerators in the back. Snow grabbed a liter of lemon-lime soda and brought it up to the counter. After losing three dollars worth of weight Snow made his way out of the convenience store and headed toward the warehouse. As per usual, Snow wasn’t the first one to make it to the party.
The dealer slid one of the straps of his bag off of his shoulder as he made his way past the three other members. Not typically one for lengthy conversation, Snow walked toward the far end of the table without a word. He first placed his liter of soda on the table before he unzipped the top of his bag and flipped it over partially, dumping multiple stacks of cash. Segregated into bundles by way of rubber bands, the small mountain of money cascaded over itself before finally coming to rest. Snow only removed the percentage which the gang was owed, not a cent more. The rest was for his own pockets.
Reaching back into the bag once more, Snow removed a small bottle of promethazine from its contents along with a styrofoam cup. It was a miracle that the cup had made it in one piece after sitting in his bag all day and having a bunch of shit piled on top of it, but it seemed usable. Snow took the cap off of the soda and dumped a bunch into the cup. He then removed the cap from the bottle of promethazine and poured out a decent amount of the purple syrup into the cup as well.
Snow took a sip of his lean. Then he took his shit off of the table and sat down.

 

[Xed]

"Cappuccino for Brandon." The barista called, flashing him an award winning smile. "I put in an extra spoon of sugar, same as always." Brandon returned the smile as he took the cup from her. "Thanks sweetheart." He took a hearty gulp and let out a happy sigh. "Best coffee as always. I'll be back tomorrow for the same." He smiled again then slipped out of the shop and down the streets, taking a leisurely stroll as he headed to the warehouse. He always appreciated a woman who could make a good cup of coffee and it was a plus that she was cute and friendly. Maybe he'd ask her out sometime. Be a good excuse to get away. He hated the meetings and such anyway, in fact, he'd skip if he could today but he couldn't so he'd do the next best thing and show up late.
Five blocks and a cup of cappuccino later, Brandon found himself outside the warehouse hopefully late enough to pass some people off. Peace was good and all but it was boring. People needed excitement in their lives. That usually came from explosive encounters and fights. It was one of the reasons he did hacking instead of taking on legal work that could make use of his undeniably brilliant skills. Playing the rebel was always more fun. He strolled into the warehouse, whistling as he went, making a show of emptying the remains of his coffee cup as he took his place in his favourite spot on the floor, propping his legs up on a nearby crate as he leaned against another. "So what'd I miss?"

 

[Kinana]

Amber

Upon receiving no answer Amber let out a quiet sigh and looked around with a small pout on her lips. Seemed like she was the only one here. The redhead was a bit disappointent because of that, she was excited to finally be back and to see the members again but it seemed like she had to wait a little more since no one was present. What a shame, the female thought with a shrug and lit up a new cigarette, blowing the smoke out between her lips with another long sigh.

Amber decided to walk around the base while waiting for someone to show up. The informant was still not fully used to the warehouse being their new base, she liked the old one and was kind of sad that they had to ditch it over night. She knew they could do better than this old, dusty and dark warehouse and hoped that this was just temporarily. It was kind of creepy but of course she wouldn't admit that out loud. That warehouse was old as shit and Amber did not fuck with ghosts, that was for sure. One of the reasons why she preferred not to be in here by herself if it wasn't necessary.

The redhead jumped when she heard someone from behind adressing her but she recognized the voice instantly. With a small smile Amber turned around and made her way over to Ox. "Good evening, boss!" She grinned and pulled out her box of cigarettes, offering the leader one. It was nice to see him again even though she was still a bit pissed at him for sending her on that mission.

The guy Ox wanted to keep an eye on was a fucking, stupid idiot and it took all of her willpower to not smash his head against a brick wall. And usually she wasn't really into violence, she herself prefered good old mindgames. On the other side Ox wasn't wrong about that guy and it was good that he followed his gut feeling and sent her. She had some interesting news to share but the female would wait until the others showed up.

The comfortable silence between the two was disturbed by another person who entered the base and Amber broke into a happy smile when she spotted Zane. "Too long if you ask me." She replied, brushing some strands of dyed red hair out of her face. "It's soo good to be home." She added with a wink and shifted her focus from him to the money on the table while letting out a low whistle.

It didn't take long for the next two to arrive. Snow was the first one. "I was gone for two weeks and I can't even get a simple 'What's up?', come on." Amber joked with a grin and put her hands on her hips. She knew the man wasn't much of a talker but she was and even though she didn't receive an answer most of the time she still liked to talk to him or tease him.

Brandon was next, Amber snorted at his entrance and crossed her arms. "Hello to you too. We haven't started yet so you're right on time I would say." She replied with a chuckle and sat down on the table. "Anything interesting happend while I was gone?" She asked nonchalant into the group of men while crossing her legs and looked at them with a raised brow. Might as well make some smalltalk while waiting for Leo to show up.

 

[ScarlettBean-]

Kendall Martin

The artificial yellow-tinted light from the damaged celling light above glimmered on the Berretta M9. Kendall gingerly picked up the handgun and held it between her gloved hands. It was in perfect working condition, and the numbers had been scratched off. Her other dealer was out of town for the week, and her old handgun had broke. She was in desperate need for a new one, so she would have to resort to an amateur whose favorite pastime was snorting coke. It would work for now.

"You- you see?" She glanced up to see the gun dealer messing with his hands. "It's top quality. Cops can't trace it too. A case of bullets comes with it too," he added, nodding toward a table against the wall.

Kendall opened the magazine, seeing a brand-new set of bullets inside. She placed the magazine back into the gun and looked up at the dealer. "I'll take it," she said softly.

The dealer smiled widely at her. "That's great. With the gun and the bullets, you owe me five hundred bucks, sweetheart."

"That's, unfortunately, not going to happen." Being quick as ever, she pulled back the hammer and aimed it straight at his head. His face twisted in fear, and he started to plead desperately for his life. She couldn't leave him alive. He had no treaty with the gang and could easily turn on them. So, she shot him, point-blank in the head. He was dead before he even hit the ground.

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There was no blood stained on her jacket, and she had gotten out of there before any rookie cop wanting to make a name for themselves arrived. She had chalked this day up to success. She had acquired a new gun and bullets with money left so she can serve out her purpose. Before the sun even reached the ground, she arrived at her gang's hideout. She carefully opened and closed the door for the back entrance. She took a deep sigh to keep her composure before going out to meet once again with her acquaintances.