Tale of Two Gangs
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Thread Topic: Tale of Two Gangs
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C1 is a very quiet person and he usually keep to himself. C1 has had a crush on C2 since they were in grade school and no one knows. C2 is very loud, he strong and confident and his father is the leader of one of the strongest and largest gangs in the area and he never lets anyone forget about it. One day C1 was in charge of cleaning up the classroom and C2 was sleeping in the desk, it was pretty late after school and no one was around and C1 was about to leave and decided he should wake up C2 but couldn't bring himself to it. He kissed him and he was kind of proud that he did so. The next day C2 confronted C1 since he was actually awake, C1 was overly embarrassed and C2 decided to blackmail him in to doing things but the situation changed pretty quickly. One day C2 saw a group from the rivaling gang and the kids that seemed more in charge looked oddly familiar and soon it hit him, it was C1. C1 has kept it a secret from every one at school mainly because he didn't want everyone to know especially since C2 was there but when he came out he kind of had to admit it to C2 that he was the son of the gang leader. Things start to get interesting... -
Name: Carson (Ryder to gang affiliated individuals) Handler
Age: 18
Looks: Standing at 5'11", he has a somewhat muscular build and is in the middle of slender and a little hefty.
He has a large tattoo on the left side of his chest that looks like this:
He also has a tattoo of this on his right bicep:
Then on his left and right calves:
And last but not least, down on his inner forearms:
He has black hair with faded navy blue pieces throughout it. He dyed his hair from a normal dirty blonde. His eyes are a greyish-blue, but are usually caught in their grey state. He keeps his hair well done and combed as needed. Typically, he wears...well, whatever the f--- he feels. One day might be really a really simple outfit while the next will be thought through and the next may be inspired by hip hop, no one ever really knows. His skin is a bit tan but not too dark. He has a scar that runs through his eyebrow so there is a tiny patch that lacks hair in his right eyebrow.
Personality: He is incredibly loud and obnoxious, usually finding himself in trouble due to the lack of thought he puts into what he wants to say before he voices it. He doesn't care mucg about other people's feelings and will say whatever is in his mind. He is fairly blunt about basically anything and can't stand it when people try to sugarcoat situations or opinions. He excels especially in science and math, but takes a high interest in the English language as well as Spanish. He is relatively athletic but does not spend much of his time doing sports. He is skilled in computers and fighting. He holds his own against basically any opponent, which comes in handy with the gang. He flaunts his father's position when he feels threatened, which isn't often. However, he doesn't lime his father very much as he finds him to he a bit of a douchebag. He was always a mama's boy, but his mother packed up when he was about fourteen and left to avoid the gang life and he hasn't seen her since. He loves art and would paint if he had the chance to. It takes a lot to get him to like a person, and his group of friends is small but loyal. he cold -
_Sarjah_ NewbieName: Jasper (People in the gang call him JP he doesn't really understand why but he goes with it.) Carlyle
Gender: Male
Age:17 almost 18
Family:
Father: John Carlyle
Mother: Alice Grimm-Carlyle
Siblings:
Rome (oldest of the triplets)
Paris(Middle)
America (Youngest)
Looks: Jasper is a very small male at about 5'3" who is very pale and has freckles all over his body. He has a very thin feminine body and genetics didn't do very well at the whole 'male' thing as he is almost an exact replica of his mother, minus breasts and adding something down south. He use to have very bright green eyes but now its just one, the other his other was basically destroyed when his mother put a cigarette out in his eye, which was his left, he has a special eyepatch that sort of looks like a panda spot around his eye and it clips into his hair but its not really seen so it doesn't matter. He has medium-ish length orange hair that is somewhat curly and that he hides his left eye with. He has a very small dainty nose and very delicate features, cursed with his mother's looks. He wears a bandages around his neck to hide scars what are a little bit harder to do normally. He has scars all over his body, from knives and guns mostly, most of which he hides with clothes, the one the most hard to hide is a bullet scar on his hand but yay for over sized sweaters.
Personality: Jasper is afraid of most people this is because he is afraid of the darkness inside people, he's grown up with people who hes seen in their darkest times and their happiest. He's been around it enough to know that everyone has a dark side and if Jasper hasn't seen it or close to it or can't see it in somebody, hes scared of them, hes scared of not knowing what they're capable of. He is naturally trained to be sceptical of people but thats mostly due to his parents. Jasper can be pretty spacy and zones out quite frequently. As a right of passage in his family you have to kill someone, and its not a nice and easy kill like with a gun or something its a full on fighting match where you have to beat them to death, in which Jasper almost died himself, he got a concussion, a broken arm and leg, a few broken ribs bruises all over his body and some cuts was in a coma for a week and flatlined twice, he was out of school for a good month while his bruises and body mostly healed, that was when he became an insomniac and when he really started disengaging from the world. As the crappier and more pressured he got from his mother to do what she did, kill, it got worse and worse, slowly as she got what she wanted, til he was completely secluded from almost everyone. When his mother died when he was thirteen and his siblings were two, it helped in be able to somewhat talk to people since he stopped completely but not much, this is why he blanks out a lot.
Jasper can't really hold a conversation very well unless its family or the higher ups in the gang and although he can be around medium sized groups and be fine if their too large he'll shut down if he doesn't know anyone although he is fine at school mostly due to the fact that he knows hes okay and no one will talk to him he knows he wouldn't be attacked or anything.
Hes slightly scared of loud noises cause the sudden boom of a noise is automatically registered as gunfire to him.
Other: He has a weak spot for household pets
Hates the color red
Hates guns but if he has to they better be some huge ass sniper rifle, and hates fighting -
_Sarjah_ NewbieJasper sat in class his eyes heavy as usual, he sat with his head in his hand. He hadn't slept the night before and since he'd ran out of meds and has been to lazy to do get the new ones he hadn't really slept much in the past few weeks and his body didn't like it much but his mind was in a nice dull silence. Every time his eyes tried to close he'd pry them back open again, even though he knew he wouldn't actually fall asleep the knew that he shouldn't close his eyes cause that would make it worse. His hand buckled and his head flung down snapping him awake. He sat back blinking a few times, looking at the clock he started to pack of his things. He ran a hand through his hair, it falling back into place again rather easily he leaned back and sighed loudly as the bell rang, the only time he really made a noise, when their was something louder to block it out.
He waited a few minutes til most of the class was mostly cleared before he got up and grabbed his bag, throwing it over his shoulder he left the class. Pulling his shirt down over is hands nervously as he walked skillfully dodging people and barely making it without touching people in some cases and some full on ramming into him on purpose. When he got to his locker he was met with a lot of disappointment to see a couple intimate make out session right on the lockers, he tried to nudge them over, finally only being able to fend them off with his entire body weight against the now open door and dug around the locker for some books, when he found them he moved away releasing the door and them firmly locking it again.
The school had slowly started to empty since the bell rung so it was easier to walk with ease. -
"Time's up!" the stocky man at the front of the room exclaimed, standing from his place and clapping gently. "Please pass your tests up and to the left. I do hope you did well. The AP Exam will be here before you know it, so make sure you keep your notes from this chapter. It's very important." Students did as told, systematically passing their papers up and to the left, hurriedly gathering their belongings and rushing out of the room. The end of the school day was the most exciting, of course. Two students in particular took their time, however, slowly returning their pencils and notebooks into their backpacks. One boy with a head of wispy almond hair sat across from a male with a multitude of tattoos. They were chattering as they stood to exit.
"What do you think you got?" the brunette questioned, gripping the straps of his backpack. The other snorted, opening the door to the classroom in order to leave.
"Armando, I definitely got an 'A'. And not just any 'A', a 1-0-2."
"What? How could you have gotten a one hundred two?"
"Because of the credito extra, cabron."
"There was extra credit?!" Armando shouted, furrowing his eyebrows wildly.
"Nahhh, I'm only joking," the other guy responded, letting a string of laughter escape his lips. "You're so stupid sometimes."
"f--- youuu, Carson. You're such a douchebag sometimes."
"Ehhh, besa mi culo!"
Armando shook his head, branching off and down an alternate hallway. The school was relatively empty at that point, most people off in their activities, sports, or buses. As much as Carson was prepared to leave, he had a little errand to run before he would be able to. A hop, skip, and a jump away was his favorite classroom. His favorite teacher, Senora Maya, found his binder and requested that he retrieve it immediately after school. She, however, would not be there and warned him to be sure he locked the door when he was done. He was ready to follow the instructions as ordered.
Once he stood outside the door, he slinked his body inside. A smile instantly spread across his face as various pinatas and candy skulls grabbed his attention. She must have been preparing for a celebration of some sorts. That was a lot why he preferred her over his other instructors. Though it was high school, she still found a way to make things enjoyable and fun while effectively teaching.
He peered around, easily finding his binder on top of her desk. Though he had the desire to return home, he took a seat at his own desk, which was stationed in the left, front corner, right by the chalkboard. Perhaps it was because Senora Maya reminded him of his mother, but just sitting there, admiring the room, relaxed him completely. He decided he would rest for a moment, and so he crossed his arms, resting his head on them with his eyes closed. -
_Sarjah_ NewbieJasper walked slowly to the class, he didn't get why he was asked to clean it. He didn't even know the teacher, he didn't even take f---ing spanish! He was asked to clean it up and check in it apparently she wasn't there for the last few periods or something, he didn't know. He was asked to clean up so he'd do that and go home and hopefully get to hide in his room before someone saw him and dragged him off to do something stupid.
When he walked into the room he was pretty sure he actually cringed when he saw the classroom, "Il cazzo e questo." he groaning and gently putting down his bag, "Voglio piangere." He said and then his eyes landed a figure across the room and a sighed when the boy looked asleep and relaxed even more when he realized who it was. He shrugged, rolled of his sleeves and started cleaning up the room.
It been a few minutes after he started cleaning when he started humming and then he started to sing. "When I was a child, I heard voices
Some would sing and some would scream
You'll soon find you have few choices
I learned the voices died with me
When I was a child I'd sit for hours
Staring into open flames
Something in it had a power
Could barely tear my eyes away
All you have is your fire
And the place you need to reach
Don't you ever tame your demons
But always keep them on a leash
All you have is your fire
And the place you need to reach
Don't you ever tame your demons
But always keep them on a leash
When I was 16 my senses fooled me
Thought gasoline was on my clothes
I knew that something would always rule me
I knew this scent was mine alone
All you have is your fire
And the place you need to reach
Don't you ever tame your demons
But always keep them on a leash
When I was a man I thought it ended
When I knew love's perfect ache
But my peace has always depended
On all the ashes in my wake
All you have is your fire
And the place you need to reach
Don't you ever tame your demons
But always keep them on a leash" He sung the song slowly as he worked on cleaning the class as he was told and hummed it the appropriate spots. When he sung, he sung slower than the song was actually suppose to be sung but that was okay, its not like anyone was listening. He'd never really sung in front of people, to his siblings when they were much younger but its not like they'd remember.
When he was done he let out a small sigh and leaned back against one of the desks and tugged down his sleeves so they were over his hands again. He looked over at the male over towards the one side of the class and pushed off the desk and moved slowly towards him, at the slightest sign that he was waking up he was out of there like a f---ing spooked deer. He raised a hand to shake him awake but pulled it back quickly, he tested the limits for a moment seeing how close he would actually get to touching him before pulling away. He wanted to him himself for being such an idiot and thinking he should just leave, Or, or, or He thought in a Barney Stinson like voice. Before he could register what he was doing he'd already bent down, putting his hand on the table, the table pulling up his sleeve a bit so some of the scar was visible and pressed his lips against Carson's for a few moments before he pulled away. He turned bright red before turning and walking away he tripped and barely saved himself grabbed his bag and walked out the door. -
As time passed, he found himself in a state that was half-awake and half-asleep. Slipping in and out of consciousness, he was only aware of some of his surrounding stimuli. When he heard the door open, he refused to open his eyes, automatically assuming it was one of the janitors. He knew most of them knew his father, and if that wasn't enough to keep them from pestering him, he wasn't sure what was. Eventually, sleep grabbed him lightly. It was boring, to say the least, with a paucity of dreams and a relatively uncomfortable sleeping position. It was a short amount of time later when he heard a voice, presumably from the person who'd arrived previously. It was singing. He opened his eyes just a crack-- enough to catch a glimpse of the individual in the room. He examined them for a short while, taking a particular interest in their hair and a set of bandages around their neck. After doing this, he took to tightly gluing his eyes closed once again.
It was a bit difficult to remain still now that he was awake again, and he truthfully just wanted to get home. A part of him didn't want to scare the person, but another part of him didn't care all too much. Thankfully, it seemed the person was finishing up their duties. That was when he felt a presence near him. He inhaled deeply, as if he was sighing in his sleep. It was not too long after doing so that he felt the person press their lips against his own. Just barely gritting his teeth, he listened as the other hurried off.
He exploded out of the seat, collecting his belongings as fast as he could. Bolting like a predator after prey, he exited the room, turning his head in both directions. He was only capable of capturing a look at the other person's foot. However, the mysterious kisser had enough distinct features that they would be very easy to find the next day. Yeah. I'll find the little s---head tomorrow. He wriggled his nose angrily, turning on his heel and storming off to the entrance that led him to a parking lot. In the far corner stood his motorcycle, his beloved jet black Harley Davidson motorcycle with extra accleration. Typically, students weren't able to park their vehicles on the school's property, but Carson's father put in a good word for his son, thus making him allowed.
The teenager shoved his head into his helmet, slinging his backpack over his shoulders. He slipped on two gloves, which he usually wore to avoid calluses, and started up the bike. In a few moments, he sped off, pulling into a back road so that he could go basically as fast as he wanted to. With careful maneuvering, he found himself in the driveway of he and his father's home in about five minutes. -
_Sarjah_ NewbieHe walked out of the class stumbling a bit in complete nervousness, he paused when his phone went off he answered it, no 'hi's or 'hello' or 'how was school' just, "Get home, now." His uncles tone was dead serious, like some s--- was obviously going down or Jasper was just about to be left out of an important decision about himself. He dropped his phone in his bag and ran, he ran straight out of the school and across the street to the DQ where he parked his car every day and hopped. He basically slammed his foot onto the break and slammed his hand against the button to start the car and drove off.
He usually went in and got something so he didn't feel bad for parking his car there but at the moment he didn't really care. His father had offered to get him a spot at the school but since the boy didn't care to stand out he declined although the expensive car had brought a lot of attention his way in the past he easily passed it off. The drive home was quick, way quicker than it should've been, Jasper was actually pretty surprised he hadn't been pulled over but he wasn't complaining.
Jasper usually would of gone and gotten his siblings from the bus stop when he was home at this time but not feeling like he had much if any time to waste he went in the house, ignoring everyone he went straight to his father's 'office' and walked in. T
Jim was quite obviously pissed and his team of idiots didn't seem much happier, Jims father, who was a higher up in the gang honestly looked ready to hit his son. They all looked over at Jasper as he walked in, his uncle walked past him closing the doors when he came back he put a hand on his shoulder, "Should of been faster JP." He whispered walking him in closer to the aggressive group.
"This is ridiculous." Jimmy said huffing like a child, "I advise against his." He said looking really angry.
"Good thing no one has to take anything you say into advisement." Greg, his father said angrily.
"Pft if we took anything you said into advisement-" Wes started
"You wouldn't have aids." Mouse joked with a smirk
"Look here you little rat for the last time I don't have aids!" He growled looking like they were about to get in a huge fight but Mouse looked unaffected, he stood there with a smirk on his face.
"Hmmm?" He said looking away, "I have no idea what you're talking about, aids? I don't think anyone said something about that." He said he was obviously goading him and it was working. Tyler smacked Wes and Jasper didn't know what he did to Mouse but he straightened out and dropped the smirk.
"So its settled, Jasper will be taking the job a-"
"Job, what job?" Jasper asked his eye narrowing slightly, he didn't like the sounds of this.
"Hm? Oh Rey Rickson is getting a little to high on that horse of his, its in our best interest to deal with him now."
"Rey Ri- The senator?" His father nodded
"He's been hanging around the bar at the Charlaton Hotel, you'll have to deal with him asap."
"Stealing our job." Jimmy mumbled making Jasper look over.
"Reys a real creep though so- Ooohh" Mouse said and started chuckling, "I have an idea." He got a creepy smirk on his face and started jumping up and down a bit really excitedly. Jasper looked away slowly.
"You'll also be living with them." His father said dropping the bomb like it was nothing.
"Excuse me?" He yelled. Most of the people in the room took a step back not hearing the male speak above a whisper ever. "What the hell is wrong with you? Kicking me out to live with these idiots? Come on what the hell do you expect me to do-"
"Kill people, I thought that was obvious. I've indulged in your pathetic fantasies of being normal or whatever for too long. You don't get to play around any more, you can do whatever you want most of the time but they have a job or something to do I expect you there." Jasper snorted and actually started to laugh.
"You send me away and expect me to do what you want? You can't even keep track of me when I'm in your house let alone co-" He didn't even catch his father moving but he definitely felt his hand against his face. He stumbled back slightly and closed his eye with a sigh, he felt the sting burning against his his face. He looked at his father burning hated in his eyes and his hand came back against his face much harder than the first time, he hit the floor and touched his face where his father's rings had dug deep into his skin. When he looked at his hand parts of it was red, he got up and rolled his shoulders unphased by his father smacking him around. He chuckled and ran a hand through his hair pulling it out of his face and it fell back. He shrugged, "At least I won't have to look at my sorry excuse for a father. "He said and walked away.
Jasper wasn't exactly a sassy person or rebellious or defiant especially towards his father, who he usually just ignored or didn't talk to but he was angry and he already regretted it. -
He walked along the driveway. which eventually led him to the front door. He jiggled the doorknob, slighrly perplexed when it didn't budge. Most of the time, his father unlocked the door for him when the clock signified school would be letting out. He assumed that the man had fallen asleep, perhaps exhausted from the previous night's excursion. He furrowed his eyebrows, digging through his backpack to discover anything that might work as a lock pick. He gasped happily when he found his student identification card. So long as his father had failed to click the deadbolt, entering the home would be a simple task. Carson slid the plastic card into the door frame, wriggling it gently. Within seconds, the door popped, opening just a crack. The teenager let out a hoot of success, throwing his backpack over his shoulder as he sauntered into the home. His stomach was growling ferociously, so the kitchen was his first stop. As he turned the corner to enter the space, he suddenly wasn't feeling so hungry anymore.
"What the f---, dad?!" he shouted, peering down at the bloodied man lazily scattered across their kitchen floor. "Have you lost your f---in' mind?" Carson dropped to his knees, examining the man carefully. A gash was noticeable across his forehead and through one of his rather bushy eyebrows. "What happened?" His father stood, shaking his head in an annoyed manner.
"I locked the damn door for a reason, Carson. I didn't watch ya to see this. But noooo." The man ran a hand through his dark hair, with had noticeable gray patches within it. "Anyways, the guy comes by telling me how I owe him all this cash..And newsflash, it's him who owes us money. So he starts gettin' in my face with his delusional theories and such. And so I taught him a little lesson-- the Handler way. He's not dead, though. It's just the head. You know how much the head likes to bleed." The teenager scoffed angrily, reaching for a towel that was hung over a drawer handle. He applied pressure to the gash, shaking his head in disgust.
"I don't care if he's dead or not. You agreed you wouldn't do this type of s--- in the house."
"Oh, shut the f--- up, Carson. You're a big kid now, you can handle it." The teenager felt a shove, which was probably about seventy-five percent playful and twenty-five percent malicious. Grunting, the older man strutted off, whistling some tune frlm the 1970's.
It seemed like decades had dragged along before the bleeding was controlled. The towel was basically drenched, which sickened Carson only a little. He tossed the soiled cloth into the trashcan, retrieving a large piece of gauze from the medicine cabinet. He meticulously taped the gauze to the man's head. Once that task was thankfully complete, he stood, hooking the man underneath his arms and dragging him into the living room. He laid him along one of the couches situated in the living room, shaking his head once again. Plopping down into his recliner, he eyed him cautiously, wondering when he would wake up. Somehow, however, as watchful as Carson was being, he drifted to sleep in the recliner. School was tough these days, you know? -
_Sarjah_ NewbieAfter about thirty seconds after Jasper left the room Mouse came running down the hall laughing, "I'm going to go talk to Adell!" He yelled running down the hall making Jasper jump and stare and the boy who left him back in the dust.
"Oh well... That's never good." Tyler said coming up behind Jasper.
"What's he planning?" Jasper asked quietly and very concerned.
"No idea." Jimmy said with a sigh, "But Ty's right this might turn out pretty bad. Don't get me wrong I'm pissed about the job thing but... If he goes all arsonist on us that's not going to be good."
"I'll ask my sister." Wes said sighing.
"Why doesn't Jimmy ask her?" Tyler asked he looked like he was going to stop but earned three very confused looks, "I mean he did sleep with her." Wes honestly look like he broke apart as that was said and he looked over at Jimmy.
"You slept with my sister?"
"What no-" Wes rolled his eyes and walked away and Jasper was left standing there very awkwardly with the other two boys. Jimmy groaned loudly putting his head in his hands for a moment before hitting Tyler harshly making him protest very loudly. "You're the one that slept with Miradell you dumb f---!" He continued hitting him a few times. This is when Jasper noticed the tan line on his hand.
"Are you... Are you married?" Jasper asked slowly.
The two of them froze and the air seemed a lot harder to breath in all of a sudden and they looked over, "What did you just say?" He asked lowly and it honestly looked like he was ready to break Jasper making him flinch.
"Tan line." He said simply making Tyler laugh a loud, really loud laugh.
"Shut up." He said hitting Tyler in the gut making him bend over and grab onto the wall of the hall.
"You can't tell anyone s---." He whispered lowly, Jasper nodded slightly, and he looked around double checking the hallway, "I'm only telling you this cause you have to move into the apartment and we'd have to tell you anyway. Me and Wes are married." Jaspers eyes widened slightly, "You tell anyone and we're as good as dead."
"I know." Jasper mumbled but shrugged, "Do whatever you want, no ones elses buisness." he said and started walking away.
"What thats it?" He called and Jasper shrugged again.
"I don't do hypocrisy very well." He called, "Come get me when you're ready! Lets get this done with!"
Jasper walked over the stairs to go up to where he could relax away from the gang. Him and his family weren't actually supposed to live in this place, it was technically just the gangs hangout spot or whatever but it was closer to the schools and city so they usually just stayed there, much to Japers dislike but on the plus side he had an empty house available if he ever had to do a group project with some people.
When he walked into their odd apartment like thing it was oddly quiet, silent, actually, Jasper assumed that the kids just weren't home but it was odd for someone not to be in here all the same. Jasper dropped his bag on the floor and took a face plant onto the couch. He groaned and hit his head against the couch a few times how did he get back into this he looked over the events of the past little bit and he fricken hated how he ended up back here. To get his mind out of it he thought back to earlier and his ears burned red and his face did as well, he couldn't believe that he'd done that, he was happy that Carson wasn't awake when he did that because it would of been really embarrassing and he probably couldn't handle that. He sighed and decided he'd just laid there till the guys came to get him. -
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ooooh im at d&d but when we take a break ill try and typey type
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OooOOOooo fun! Lol okay
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