Sulfurlix
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The city was bustling with life as five o'clock started to come upon them. Families rushed to go out to dinner or get home to their families. Work shifts were ending, night shifts were starting. At least, for the 'normal' citizens. In the rougher parts of the city, people still milled about to and from work, but usually that work consisted of some form of gang related activity unless someone was just too poor to afford to live elsewhere.
Suk and his father, Hyun, were both within the Mixed Blood Dragons together. The gang was for anyone, but predominantly Asian-Americans. Outsiders weren't taken nicely to, and rival gang members were typically shot on sight or beaten up. It was a dog-eat-dog world out here. There were rarely cops coming out here (as a lot of people in this part of the city had something to prove, and weren't scared to shoot a cop) to patrol the area or stop gang activity. The city tried at one point, but failed miserably.
Guns, drugs, violence, and various other gang orientated activities happened on this side. The rich avoided it, the poor were stuck in it, and the common wealth worried the gangs would start treading on their part of the city.
Currently, Suk was in the old, rundown apartment he called home. He lived here with his father. The whole building was decades old. It had worn out carpet, rusty hinges, stained couches and walls, and creaky old windows. But it was home. They didn't have much. Suk's father had grown up in this life style, and now Suk was raised in it to. As his father before him, he fully expected to be in this life forever. There was no ifs or buts. Gang life was his life.
"Dad?" Suk mused, walking from his small, hardly furnished room, and into the living room.
"Huh?" Hyun grunted from the old, stained couch. The man was stretched across it with a beer in one hand, and his glock resting on his stomach.
"I'll be back later." Suk informed as he went to the door, strapping his leather, finger-less gloves on.
"Have fun." Hyun muttered as he fell back asleep on the couch.
Pushing the old door open, Suk left the apartment and headed down the old, dark hallway. He could hear voices from the other apartments, the sounds of old TVs playing, and the sound of dogs barking.
Upon leaving the building, he turned left and headed into the old city block the poor lived on. He wore old jean pants that had tears in them and an old, plain white tee shirt that was dirty and had a few holes on it. He had a leather vest on over that. The vest had a white and black dragon on the back, the MBD gang's symbol.
He met his friends down by an old building, where they had cans of spray paint out. A rival gang came onto their turf and sprayed over their logo with their own lion head. They were spraying back over it to insure everyone knew this was still their turf, and no one else's.
Suk and his father, Hyun, were both within the Mixed Blood Dragons together. The gang was for anyone, but predominantly Asian-Americans. Outsiders weren't taken nicely to, and rival gang members were typically shot on sight or beaten up. It was a dog-eat-dog world out here. There were rarely cops coming out here (as a lot of people in this part of the city had something to prove, and weren't scared to shoot a cop) to patrol the area or stop gang activity. The city tried at one point, but failed miserably.
Guns, drugs, violence, and various other gang orientated activities happened on this side. The rich avoided it, the poor were stuck in it, and the common wealth worried the gangs would start treading on their part of the city.
Currently, Suk was in the old, rundown apartment he called home. He lived here with his father. The whole building was decades old. It had worn out carpet, rusty hinges, stained couches and walls, and creaky old windows. But it was home. They didn't have much. Suk's father had grown up in this life style, and now Suk was raised in it to. As his father before him, he fully expected to be in this life forever. There was no ifs or buts. Gang life was his life.
"Dad?" Suk mused, walking from his small, hardly furnished room, and into the living room.
"Huh?" Hyun grunted from the old, stained couch. The man was stretched across it with a beer in one hand, and his glock resting on his stomach.
"I'll be back later." Suk informed as he went to the door, strapping his leather, finger-less gloves on.
"Have fun." Hyun muttered as he fell back asleep on the couch.
Pushing the old door open, Suk left the apartment and headed down the old, dark hallway. He could hear voices from the other apartments, the sounds of old TVs playing, and the sound of dogs barking.
Upon leaving the building, he turned left and headed into the old city block the poor lived on. He wore old jean pants that had tears in them and an old, plain white tee shirt that was dirty and had a few holes on it. He had a leather vest on over that. The vest had a white and black dragon on the back, the MBD gang's symbol.
He met his friends down by an old building, where they had cans of spray paint out. A rival gang came onto their turf and sprayed over their logo with their own lion head. They were spraying back over it to insure everyone knew this was still their turf, and no one else's.
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