A Tale Of Two Gangs
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Thread Topic: A Tale Of Two Gangs
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(hey I'm heading to bed but I will reply asap tomorrow :))
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Okay, take your time. :)
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this soap is like one of my favorites, there are so many juicy things that can happen with gangs and s---
Not thirty minutes after the male allowed his head to rest upon his arms, his ears picked up on the disturbing noise of the classroom's door opening and closing. He allowed himself to remain in the state of tranquility he had managed to find himself in, aware of the plans that his father and his group had in store for him. An issue that instilled within him a sense of worry was the pure fact that he was less advanced in Python, the language he would be required to utilize in order to obtain the triumph pertaining to the mission they would be going on. The gang itself was a rather justified one, working against those that had wronged others, providing justice to self-proclaimed victims, and picking and choosing random journeys for satisfying the monetary necessities of the group. The one he had to be prepared for in particular was against the owner of a local bar. They had received a tip that the man was withholding required money from multiple employees in order to make it possible for him to have more. The man supposedly claimed that the bar was not ringing in sufficient funds to support the individuals who worked in the establishment. Carson shuddered, recalling that he would be the one responsible for disarming the security system in order to safely enter the landmark. A few shallow breaths were inhaled, his heart pacing just slightly more. Inherently, there was a possibility that something could go awry. As ostentatious and obnoxious as the boy was, the perpetual worry that somebody would be injured or murdered pestered him greatly.
His wonder about the night was cut short by the feeling of lips against his own. They were soft, somewhat enticing but relatively worrying as they were someone's he was not familiar with, he assumed. He waited a few moments before allowing his eyes to fly open, catching a simple glimpse of the perpetrator, smirking when he easily recognized the boy. Cracking his neck, the male slapped his hands against the desk he was occupying, pushing himself to a stand and collecting his belongings. Scowling, he threw his backpack over his shoulders, exiting the classroom after politely flicking off the lights and slamming the door. Storming through the hallway, he came to the stark realization that the other male was no longer in the general vicinity. A grunt of pure frustration escaped his lips as he gave a small kick to a nearby locker. The kiss from a member of the same sex was not what he was so upset about, because admittedly, he loved the best of both worlds, but the male world was usually just a bit more seducing, not that he would ever allow the gang to know. What he was more worked up about what the fact that he was kissed without his permission.
Though he was a part of a group that would most likely acquiesce to the idea of a rape, even though that was not something they might typically do, he was big on permissive words as 'yes' or 'of course' and such. It was disrespectful and something to be ashamed of by doing something without the other's go. That was the moment in which a tall, slender teacher with dark hair stepped out from a nearby classroom, peering at the boy and questioning, "Is there any particular reason you have decided to cause a ruckus?" The elder's nose twitched as he tilted his head, anticipating a response from the student.
After clearing his throat, Carson responded with, "Go back to grading papers." He grinned happily, waving and heading off with power. The teacher had most definitely turned back into the room, avoiding the confrontation. Within moments, he found himself outside of the school, beginning to walk to the student parking lot where his sleek, jet black, matte motorcycle was located. His helmet hung on the handlebar, which he retrieved, placing it over his head and seating himself on the squishy surface of the seat. He started the means of transportation, racing out of the school's lot and onto the main roads.
Weaving through traffic allowed him to arrive at the large home that he resided in after only about five minutes. Parking the motorcycle, he sauntered up to the front door, unlocking it and entering it, already finding himself face to face with the other members of the Nyght Strykers. Why they decided to use 'y' in place of the 'i's never failed to dumbfound him. After giving a small roll of his eyes, he tossed his backpack aside, joining the group and watching as they reiterated information they most likely had already relayed a few times. He leaned against the counter, giving a tiny wave to his father when he was permitted a chance. That night was the deciding factor for one of their newest members-- paying attention to that individual was the second part of Carson's responsibilities.
After checking the time, he found that it was almost five o' clock, meaning that they were only six hours away from the beginning of their plan. That left him with an hour to eat and shower, five hours to work on a project he had procrastinated in terms of completion, and a small window of only fifty minutes to rest up before the mission. He sighed, shaking his head and heading off to begin the long six hours. -
Jasper walked quickly to his car, he threw the bag in his back seat of his Audi and he drove off. When he got home it was around quarter to five, he hopped out of the car and jogged down the street leaving the car unlocked and his bag in the backseat. He jogged until he saw his three little siblings trudging down the sidewalk.
Out of the three of the ten year olds only one was happy. Hailey, the youngest also the smallest was crying her eyes out, her face red and blotchy, her brown curly hair a tangles mess at her shoulders, her bright blue eyes dead and bloodshot. Her clothes not without dirt and a few grass stains. Owen, the middle had his usual stoic expression his dirty blonde hair in a mess, worse then usual, and his hazel eyes plain and bored, his hands shoved in his pockets, when his eyes met Jasper's his gaze went to the ground. Bailey, the oldest , was happy, skipping with a smile the Cheshire cat couldn't match. Her blonde hair in a perfect ponytail down to her thighs, her green eyes practically glowing, her clothes with out a mark unlike her sister.
Jasper walked over and picked up Hailey, "What's wrong?" He asked starting to walk back, Owen diverted his gaze. Hailey hid in his shoulder,
"Nothing." Owen said bored.
"What do you mean 'nothing'?" Bailey said the 'nothing' matching his tone, "It was fun!" She yelled excitedly. Jasper looked over at the little green eyes monster,
"Is that blood?" He asked concern laced in, she nodded excitedly,
"Yep, look!" She yelled shoving the back of her hands in his face showing him her knuckled which were busted, "Their bleeding!" She said happily, "Owen show him your hands."she yelled over at him and he pulled his hands out of his pockets showing the bloody knuckles.
"Why?" Jasper asked groaning quietly.
"Can you not see Hailey? They were practically trying to beat her into the ground!" She yelled. "So we beat them up!" She said happily bouncing up to the door Owen following close behind.
Jasper grabbed his bag from the seat still holding up Hailey, throwing his bag over his shoulder, he locked the car as he walked up to the house. He got a few greetings ignoring them all and took the crying sister up stairs to calm her down. -
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sorry I got stuck but I'm gggggg
After preparing himself and proceeding to inhale a rather healthy chicken Caesar salad with grilled chicken strips and a light ranch drssing, the male stomped off to his bedroom to begin his homework. A trying project that involved graphs and intense work ethic sat in the corner of his room, mindboggling algebraic algorithms impatiently waited for his attention, Hamlet begging on its knees to be read, a six-page packet angrily asserting its dominance, and progress for a script allowing itself to be dropped to the bottom of the pedestals noting importance. He sighed as he yanked the necessary textbooks from his backpack, beginning to scribble all about how Hamlet did this and Ophelia did that and all the jabber that owned correlations with the required amount of reading for that work. In a matter of fifteen minutes, he proudly grinned at himself, tossing the paper and book aside. He hurried to dive into the perplexing packet that owned problems upon problems to help him prepare for an upcoming state test that would test student's abilities to perform a proper laboratory experiment. He scrutinized his textbook, gripping his writing utensil loosely in his hand. Already capable of feeling the headache coming on, he rolled his eyes, opening a drawer that was attached to the desk he was working on. A transparent pill bottle rolled into sight which he greedily snatched up, staring at the tablets of joy enclosed within the bottle.
After cracking the top open, he swallowed a few of the Adderall tablets that had made their home in the prescription encasement. He threw the bottle back into its previous place. Within a span of nearly an hour, the packet was complete. He tossed that away to join his English homework. He whipped out his Honors Algebra 3 study guide, his eyes nearly bulging out of his skull when he came to the realization that there were forty questions to work through. Vomit churned in his stomach. After running a hand through his hair and reading them a bit more, he saw how simple they were. He calmly worked through the assignment, finding himself finished in about fifty minutes. He felt he was making good time, only having an easy page of a script and the absolutely dreaded project to take care of. He made the executive decision to bulls--- his new page of the script, recalling that the instructor usually didn't actually check the work, only taking a cursory glance before heading to the next student. He grabbed his work that he had already had for his graphing project for Algebra 3. The project was actually rather enjoyable, being to create large scale graphs based off of the equations that were offered throughout the instructions. They would make a shape or a picture depending on how many situations were presented in the question. So far, he had two of the ten graphs completed, one being a square and the other being a lovely tree.
Math had always been something that Carson took a great deal of time to master, always putting a moment away to educate himself on a new question he had yet to come across. With his tongue sticking out of his mouth, he meticulously solved each equation thrown his way, plotting coordinates as he came across them. He managed to pull himself through six of the incomplete graphs, discovering thathe was indeed put to a halt by his pure confusion over the ninth graph. There were ten points which would all be figured out after working through radicals and exponents. He bit down on his lip, erasing the work he had done and restarting. He began to become visibly frustrated once he found himself once again ceasing his actions around the third step of the seventh point. He bit does on his lip, leaning back in his chair and wondering what he could possibly be performing incorrectly. As he was about to erase the work he had on the paper, a knock sounded through his bedroom, much to his surprise. His eyes widened as he checked the time, but then became soft as he read ten minutes passed ten. He made his way to the door, flinging it open, taking a step back when he saw the other gang members standing before him.
"We leavin' a bit earlier than expected." Carson wanted to deny the fact, explain he had more important activities to partake in, but he kept his mouth sealed tight. He opened a backpack, collecting his laptop, his tablet, a few cords, and a pen. He usually chewed on a pen in high anxiety situations like the one he would be entering. He yanked on a pair of shoes, throwing the backpack on and joining the members. They all made their way outside and to their respective vehicles. Carson entered his father's black and red Mustang on the passenger side, adjusting his seatbelt as the man pulled out of the driveway, taking off down main roads and allowing their surroundings to pass as though they did not matter. Neither dared to speak to each other. Carson was busy reiterating the Python script he had devised, practically near sweating with how nervous he was.
They eventually found themselves parked in front of the bar that was under attack. Carson began to set up his station, connecting his tablet and his laptop with the use of specialized cables and wires. He bit down on his lip, watching the other members take their place. Everything depended on whether or not he succeeded in breaking the security system from the inside. He watched his father, who was armed with a small, sleek glock, anticipating the signal for them to begin. The man brought a finger to his lips, then raised it into the air, letting out an intense tell to signify the beginning of their mission. Carson immediately opened a terminal, typing furiously on the laptop that was hooked up the a lucky wireless connection that the teenager had been capable of finding.
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Jasper stood by the stove stirring a pot of Mac 'n Cheese that he was pretty sure was only half cooked, "helping" his siblings with their homework, also known as yelling the answers to fourth grade math across the kitchen. When they were finished their math they moved on to something else which he had no idea about, so a dear family friend by the name of Google gave them the answers from there. Children's homework done and definitely undercooked Kraft Dinner eaten, that's when the real trouble started with the arguing and the yelling, giving no time for Jasper to do his own homework for the teacher that did more then 'Make him feel bad' for not finishing the damn work.
It was a little after nine by the time the siblings were bathed and in bed sleeping, how in the rumbling house of loudness? Well what better to sleep to then a little synthetic thunder and rain? Nine was a little later then they usually went to bed but you had to give him credit. It was Marnie, the nanny's day off and judging on how you couldn't hear her from up here she was off shagging Nathan somewhere. How Marnie managed to handle the three completely opposite children/devil's was beyond Jasper and his father's compression. The kids were use to Marnie's five star meals and actual homework help so they had a tendency to whine and complain when it was her day off, making it more then difficult to deal with.
Instead of actually doing his math and science homework he just copied the answers out of the back of the book, a place a lot of people seemed to forget about. He understood the math and already read the chapter for science so it wasn't a big deal. For English he had read the book last summer so with a quick glance on sparknotes it jogged his memory enough for him to answer the questions. Looking at Jasper study it would of looked like the boy didn't care about his grades it school but that really wasn't the case. It was just becoming increasingly boring. It was just so boring. He knew a lot of the stuff and got decent enough grades, he had to work hard at it when he was young and now it was too easy, too fast, too simple, too boring.
He'd been lost in his thoughts when their was a knock on his door making him jump, "Jasper." His father's voice filled the room.
"Yeah dad." He asked looking over at him,
"Come with me." He said and turned and walked away. After a confused moment he got up and followed having to jog to make sure he was close enough not to loose him. He was curious to what was going on, it's not like his father didn't talk to him or drag him around, on the contrary it was just his stiff, determined, somewhat aggressive lest call it aura around his wasn't what he was use to. It's not like he hadn't seen it, it just made him a little anxious. -
Carson's anxiety was at an astronomical rate, his fingers flying across his computer's keyboard, a small line of sweat appearing along his left eyebrow. His eyes were squinted as he entered lines of mind boggling commands flooding the terminal. The churning in his stomach intensified greatly, the male habitually biting down on his lip. He could feel his father hovering over him, peering at the screen with definitely beady and perplexed eyes. The male let out a string of grumbles warning his father that his focus would most definitely be skewed if the man did not back away. After a proper slap to the back of his head was received, Carson adjusted himself, furiously returning to the task at hand. After some time, the man that was his father yelled out, "Are you almost f---ing done, Carson? We can't be here all night!" The male clenched his jaw, explaining simply,
"Almost finished, Dad. They have ADT. There are unencrypted signals going. I'll be done in a little bit. Learn how to be patient." After being told lose his attitude, Carson shook his head, pounding the keys more forcefully, visibly irritated. After another five minutes, he received confirmation that he had access and was granted the pin-code to that security system. Having remote access to the alarm system aided the cause greatly. He was soon capable of pounding it into a command on the screen, watching as he received further notification that the alarm and related cameras were disabled. A small breath of air exited his lips as he snapped his fingers, alarming his father to pursue their mission. The group entered the establishment, Carson remaining at his post. His eyes glanced around, worried about the idea that somebody may arrive. Always being the hyper-vigilant member of the gang. Proving not to be of much use when fighting or performing actions such as robbery and breaking/entering, he often found himself stuck behind the confines of a screen. It was his forte, and he was always needed when involved in missions with fmamwilekdlkasxzjhrgnfoi -
DIDNT MEAN TO DO THAT I WAS f---ING AROUND SORRY
Carson's anxiety was at an astronomical rate, his fingers flying across his computer's keyboard, a small line of sweat appearing along his left eyebrow. His eyes were squinted as he entered lines of mind boggling commands flooding the terminal. The churning in his stomach intensified greatly, the male habitually biting down on his lip. He could feel his father hovering over him, peering at the screen with definitely beady and perplexed eyes. The male let out a string of grumbles warning his father that his focus would most definitely be skewed if the man did not back away. After a proper slap to the back of his head was received, Carson adjusted himself, furiously returning to the task at hand. After some time, the man that was his father yelled out, "Are you almost f---ing done, Carson? We can't be here all night!" The male clenched his jaw, explaining simply,
"Almost finished, Dad. They have ADT. There are unencrypted signals going. I'll be done in a little bit. Learn how to be patient." After being told lose his attitude, Carson shook his head, pounding the keys more forcefully, visibly irritated. After another five minutes, he received confirmation that he had access and was granted the pin-code to that security system. Having remote access to the alarm system aided the cause greatly. He was soon capable of pounding it into a command on the screen, watching as he received further notification that the alarm and related cameras were disabled. A small breath of air exited his lips as he snapped his fingers, alarming his father to pursue their mission. The group entered the establishment, Carson remaining at his post. His eyes glanced around, worried about the idea that somebody may arrive. Always being the hyper-vigilant member of the gang. Proving not to be of much use when fighting or performing actions such as robbery and breaking/entering, he often found himself stuck behind the confines of a screen. It was his forte, and he was always needed when involved in missions with the individuals who were not capable of understanding the complex concepts concerned with computers.
He typically would not worry about leaving his homework in an incomplete state, but when the project he had placed on his desk was worth so much against his grade was enough to entice him into an old habit of his-- nail biting. He frowned, listening to the clattering sounding out from within the bar, flinching at a few random crashes. He tried not to pay full attention, aware as to the amount of danger that was added onto the mission just by making such an extreme amount of noise. It was irritating, how long the group had been in their line of work and still finding room for idiotic mistakes that would attract authorities. Carson not only worried about the safety of the others, but himself in many respects. The type of hacking that he might perform for the gang were not always something as 'harmless' as disabling a security system. Many times, he had been forced to DDoS some websites that belonged to the victims of their crimes. This was the act of sending so much traffic to one place that it eventually collapses or becomes unavailable, something that Carson had grown accustomed to only after a short three missions in the beginning of his time with the Nyght Strykers.
There were a few warning notes that popped up on his screen, causing him to tilt his head. His shrugged, easily pounding in commands to placate the fears of the messages. Once they were gone, he leaned against the hood of his father's car once more, crossing his arms and rubbing his nose. The amount of Adderall he had consumed over the past few days and the intense lack of sleep he had received was unbearable. He furrowed his eyebrows, his head feeling relatively fuzzy, but he decided to brush it off, digging through his pockets in an attempt to discover another pill hidden away in his clothing. He was very disappointed that he was unable to find one, silently praying that the group would be finished soon. He wanted nothing more than to complete his project and saunter into school after a lovely night's sleep. -
just letting you know I should be consistently on till like tuesday
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Ugh the stress levels are so high, I'm applying for jobs and schools starting Wednesday and I don't even know what courses I have and it's stressing me out 😅.
Okay cool
Jasper walked behind his father staring at his back, no expression crossing his face. It was blank, bored, he wasn't quiet sure what his father wanted with him. When he walked into the room, he almost sighed in relief when he saw the room they walked into and who was there, a meeting? That was it? More precisely an update or something but he didn't get why he was needed. He went and sat down beside his dad's spot at the table, and his father sat down next to him, Greg, the second, next to him, his son Jimmy across from Jasper and a few other guys sat around he table Jasper knowing all of them but not caring enough to actually acknowledge them. Three guys stood behind Jimmy, Ty, Mouse, and Wes. He knew the four of them lived of in an apartment somewhere and they did some sort of business relating to the gang but that was one of the only things he knew about them.
His dad started taking about something and they started talking. Jasper zoned in and out of what what going on, thinking about earlier in the classroom, movement in front of him caught his attention bringing him back into the conversation, Jimmy was trying to make him pay attention to what was going on. Jasper paid attention for the next two minutes, maybe, before his mind drifted back to its thoughts, after a while Jimmy shifting in front of him brought him back to the discussion at had, it took a lot for him not to groan, sigh or glare at Jimmy. It happened bout five more times before the frustration was becoming overwhelming, and the a--hole was smiling across the table, Mouse confused, obviously watching them, Ty knew his attention habits was staring at the ground holding back a smile. After they were done his father dismissed everyone but Greg, Jimmy, Wes, Mouse and Jasper obviously wasn't aloud to leave either.
"Jim, Wes, Mouse, I'd like you to meet the newest member of your team." Jasper froze and stared at his dad wide eyed,
"You're f---ing kidding me." He groaned, Jimmy snorted,
"I um, are you sure." Jimmy said earning a look from his father that could kill, "Forget that." He looked at Jasper, who was glaring at his father,
"What the f--- does that mean?" Jasper asked with hard glare,
"I mean, is that despite your best efforts to pretend your not part of this gang or even the family, you are and your going to act like it. You're going to stay with them, I don't care what you do with your spare time but you'll do jobs with them. You won't complain for fu-" Jasper got up interrupting his father, probably looking like he was going to say something but just turned and walked out,
"See you tomorrow guys." he called not looking back, once he was far enough from the room he crossed his arms and walked back to his room.
Jasper went into his room huffing quietly, after getting changed. He put all of his school stuff in his bag. He unwrapped the bandage from around his neck placing it on his bedside table and tossing the eye patch beside the bandages. He cringed catching a glimpse of the tattoos in the mirror, ignoring it he pulled on a shirt and turned off the lights falling into his bed. -
would you to do the soap through tumble or twitter? I saw you request that elsewhere and maybe that would help? :)
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This one?
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yes and the other one if you wanted. if that would be easier, I'd be for it as im not really that interested in coming onto gtq but would like to continue the soaps :3
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