The far side of Santa Maria Beach
The man in the Hawaiian shirt let out a sigh of relaxation and went for a nice snooze in the warm polluted Los Santos sun...
....
"O.G. 4. LIFE!"
*KA-SPLASH!*
A near bucketful of water landed right on his face as a rather obnoxious member of one of the local gangs cannonballed into his pool.
The Instructor tried to stop him and get him to leave before things got ugly.
"Sir, I'm sorry, but this is a privat-"
"Man, get out of my shit, You punk-ass *****, punk-ass busta fool! You think you hard!? *****, Imma GANGSTA! You got a strap?! Huh *****!?" The gang member shouted in a squeaky, scratchy voice at the pool boy, causing the poor kid to back down.
"You a busta fool. Luckily, your not dead 'coz I'm also a pimp! Including you, I'll pimp anything! You hear me playa?" He said to the man in the Hawaiian shirt, expecting him to agree with him.
Rugal
"Well, This city is home to several street gangs who live only to kill each other what color is on their shirt. The biggest ones are the ones in Green and the ones in Purple. Their names escape me, but needless to say, if you see a man in green near one in purple, you can expect violence to flare up." Rugal explained as he watched Melethia get a hot hot, smiling a bit as she did.
Almost like a normal kid...
"They mostly hold up in the poorer sub-urban areas of the city, though they've been known to contest many places, War for the sake of War. Average member is a African American male in their 20's of varying build and they carry mostly 9mm pistols, though they can seemingly get their hands on most kinds of firearms. A single one isn't a threat, but you cross one, you cross them all." He added as brought up his map again.
"Luckily for us, my contact is nowhere near the main flash zones so we should be alright. Still shouldn't linger here, This city is rotten to the core."
Hot Dog Stand
The vendor seemed rather unnerved by Melethia for some reason, to the point he barely even noticed Ton Ton.
His hands were shaky as he handed her the Hot Dog before giving her nearly twice as much change then she had paid.
Oh god, the Kids a Grove Street Kid! Okay, Act normal, act normal... He thought as he gave a forced smile, though he was sweating buckets and it wasn't from the heat...
Jenny
All the while, Jenny just sat in the sand, glad to be out in the fresh air again after the last few weeks.
...Blade would have loved this... she thought, starting to miss her other half.
As she lay in the sand, a local police car was watching.
"....Nope, no idea what the hell that thing is supposed to be..." One said to his partner as he pulled out a photo of the Gardevoir out of a pile of Rising Dawn Mugshots.
"Well, Officer Pulaski. Whatever it is, he wanted to be called if we saw it and there it is, clear as fucking day." The officer known as Frank Tenpenny of Community Resources Against Street Hoodlums (C.R.A.S.H.) said as he picked up his cell phone and began to make a phone call before they cruised along...
The man in the Hawaiian shirt let out a sigh of relaxation and went for a nice snooze in the warm polluted Los Santos sun...
....
"O.G. 4. LIFE!"
*KA-SPLASH!*
A near bucketful of water landed right on his face as a rather obnoxious member of one of the local gangs cannonballed into his pool.
The Instructor tried to stop him and get him to leave before things got ugly.
"Sir, I'm sorry, but this is a privat-"
"Man, get out of my shit, You punk-ass *****, punk-ass busta fool! You think you hard!? *****, Imma GANGSTA! You got a strap?! Huh *****!?" The gang member shouted in a squeaky, scratchy voice at the pool boy, causing the poor kid to back down.
"You a busta fool. Luckily, your not dead 'coz I'm also a pimp! Including you, I'll pimp anything! You hear me playa?" He said to the man in the Hawaiian shirt, expecting him to agree with him.
Rugal
"Well, This city is home to several street gangs who live only to kill each other what color is on their shirt. The biggest ones are the ones in Green and the ones in Purple. Their names escape me, but needless to say, if you see a man in green near one in purple, you can expect violence to flare up." Rugal explained as he watched Melethia get a hot hot, smiling a bit as she did.
Almost like a normal kid...
"They mostly hold up in the poorer sub-urban areas of the city, though they've been known to contest many places, War for the sake of War. Average member is a African American male in their 20's of varying build and they carry mostly 9mm pistols, though they can seemingly get their hands on most kinds of firearms. A single one isn't a threat, but you cross one, you cross them all." He added as brought up his map again.
"Luckily for us, my contact is nowhere near the main flash zones so we should be alright. Still shouldn't linger here, This city is rotten to the core."
Hot Dog Stand
The vendor seemed rather unnerved by Melethia for some reason, to the point he barely even noticed Ton Ton.
His hands were shaky as he handed her the Hot Dog before giving her nearly twice as much change then she had paid.
Oh god, the Kids a Grove Street Kid! Okay, Act normal, act normal... He thought as he gave a forced smile, though he was sweating buckets and it wasn't from the heat...
Jenny
All the while, Jenny just sat in the sand, glad to be out in the fresh air again after the last few weeks.
...Blade would have loved this... she thought, starting to miss her other half.
As she lay in the sand, a local police car was watching.
"....Nope, no idea what the hell that thing is supposed to be..." One said to his partner as he pulled out a photo of the Gardevoir out of a pile of Rising Dawn Mugshots.
"Well, Officer Pulaski. Whatever it is, he wanted to be called if we saw it and there it is, clear as fucking day." The officer known as Frank Tenpenny of Community Resources Against Street Hoodlums (C.R.A.S.H.) said as he picked up his cell phone and began to make a phone call before they cruised along...