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Post by Benjamin Blanco on Apr 14, 2012 21:05:43 GMT -5
Street Name: Saints Boulevard Owner(s): The City of Los Santos Neighborhood: East LS Type of Street: Residential Street Street Reputation: 90 Good/Bad Street?: Bad Neighborhood Gang Member Population:
La Coka Nostra - 30%
Los Santos Vagos - 25%
MS-13 - 20%
Los Santos Bangers - 15%
Rollin' Heights Ballas - 10%
Grove Street Families - 6%
Los Santos Outlawz - 4% LSPD Patrols: "Moderate" Overall Sanitation: "Clean for the time-being"
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Post by $avage Life on Apr 14, 2012 22:57:24 GMT -5
*Sham*
-The twenty inch rims gleam from the sunlight as the candy painted vehicle sat calmly along the sidewalk of Saint’s boulevard as dealers, fiends and pimps swarmed the area. The sun created a soothing setting, providing warm weather and fabulous colors throughout the sky. The activity along the streets was plentiful, which meant good money and decent entertainment. The soft sound of music hummed throughout the interior of the Savannah, setting the mood just right for Sham as he sat inside the driver’s seat, blowing out a cloud of Purple Haze marijuana smoke. He was dressed in his usual attire of a pair of black Dicki khaki’s which fell to atop his all black and white Air Force Ones. A long white t-shirt covered his chest area, concealing the tightly fitted bullet-proof vest that hugged his body. As he continued to enjoy his cigar as well as the soothing flow of music, he moves his left hand towards his lap. Ashes were brushed away from the handle of his chrome .38 special before he adjusts the black bandana that had been tied around his neck. -c-
- Outside of the vehicle, his female accomplice was seated atop of the hood with her backpack placed beside her. Inside her sack contained five coffee can’s that had once been filled to the brim with crack cocaine cookies, each can going for twenty-thousand. As the time had passed, two and a half of the cans had been emptied, calculating profits up $50,000 meaning that today hadn’t been such a bad day after all. The cigar had been finished and placed in the ashtray before he honks his horn, motioning the female to rejoin him inside. Once she climbs inside, he starts the vehicle and pulls away from the sidewalk, leaving the dealers, bangers and other patrons in his rearview. The mood was calm as Sham’s mind floated in bliss while the vehicle to seem to move on autopilot but that was all changed when the sight of blue lights were seen in his rearview mirror. Los Santos finest had decided to investigate the glossy vehicle that roamed through the city and for Sham this wasn’t the best of times. -c-
- His female accomplice quickly tuck’s the backpack filled with drugs underneath the seat as Sham slips the bottom of his t-shirt over the pistol that rested upon his lap. The Savannah then slowed its pace and pulled to the side of the road, with the patrol car mimicking its movements. It seemed as if it was took forever for the cop to show up but only a few seconds had passed before the officer had walked up to the driver-side window, tapping against the glass lightly with his index finger. The window was lowered as the smell of pure marijuana rushed into the fresh afternoon air. “Sir, can I see you license and registration?” The officer asks as he fans away the smoke that escaped the vehicle’s interior. Sham knew what was going to happen if this cop ran his name and the way he felt about things, he wasn’t going back to jail. The window lowered once again as Sham turns his attention to his female accomplice and nods lightly. -c-
- The female doesn’t hesitate in her movements as she reach’s for the glove box and opens it, but instead of presenting the registration papers, she reveals a .9mm and takes aim upon the police officer. The body of Sham was pressed backwards against the driver seat as the female fired three shots into the officer’s abdomen area. Before the man could hit the ground, the female had exited and moved around the vehicle, slamming the trigger of her weapon back repeatedly. After multiple gunshots, she assures that the officer is dead then rejoins Sham inside the vehicle before the tires scream and the Savanna speeds away, leaving the patrolman dead and his vehicle vacant. So much for '"walkin' light". –e-
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Post by Benjamin Blanco on Apr 15, 2012 10:42:55 GMT -5
Junior and his crew are down the block selling drugs on their corner, when they hear gunshots ring out followed by police sirens & tires screeching in the distance.
Junior: What the fuck...? Oye, stash the product behind the dumpster for now. Those shots'll bring the pigs for sure.
Junior points in the direction of the gunshots.
Junior: Whose block is in that direction?
Soldier: That new clicka, the Los Santos Outlawz.
Junior: ...Somebody call Caesar and tell em' what just went down.
Two of Junior's boys take off their book bags, (Each filled with 3 kilograms of cocaine), and toss them behind a red dumpster in a nearby alleyway.
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Post by Michaelangelo Diego on Apr 15, 2012 11:48:18 GMT -5
OG Grand, set boss of the "ELS Boyz", swaggered down the street with two of his soldiers, keeping an eye out for any rival gangs who had wandered to far. Grand watched as two Ballas dealed on a street corner. Parked on the sidewalk next to them was a grey Tahoma in which another Balla was sitting. East Los Santos was known for it's high crime rate, so people just steered clear of the Ballas, who's profit had gone down since most of their leaders and suppliers had been killed. So who cares if another few died?
OG Grand walked over to the Ballas. He wasn't dressed in gang colors so they didn't attack. His two soldiers were in a nearby alleyway, hiding.
G: Hey, ese, I'm looking for some of that good shit, y'know?
B#1: Yeah, homie, we got the finest in town.
G: Aight', I'm interested. Can we continue in hiding? I don't like being out in the open, y'know?
The Balla agrees and he and his associate follow Grand into the alleyway where the two LSBs were hiding. As they reach the alley, the LSB soldiers crack the Ballas over the head with their baseball bats.
B#1: What the fuck?
B#2: Oh shit!
Grand then pulled out his glock and shot both Ballas in the head. The third Balla, in the car, pulled around the corner, wondering where his buddies had gone. As soon as he saw the corpses, Grand popped him in the head, twice. They robbed the Ballas of their drugs and cash. As they were walking away, a gunshot sounded and they thought it was either the police or Ballas coming in revenge. Either way, they ran for it.
LSB#1: What the fuck?! Who runs that block over there? 'Cause police ain't that stupid!
G: Those Outlawz fellas. Some knew gang in town. They're gonna' fuck up our plans if they keep popping like that!
The LSBs then went back to the Idlewood Crackhouse.
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Post by Benjamin Blanco on Aug 12, 2015 22:41:39 GMT -5
There are over 200 LCN members with Benny Blanco and his top Lieutenants waiting out on their block. They're all hanging out, sipping beers and smoking weed as the wait for Flaco to finally come home from the hospital after getting shot by associates of the Los Santos Outlawz over a month ago. A white-convertible Bentley pulls up to the block with Flaco driving. He steps out of his car and greets his homies:
Benny: Damn hermano, it's fuckin' good to finally have you back. We missed you amigo.
Flaco gives Benny and everyone else a handshake before speaking:
Flaco: It feels great to be back, boss. But I've been hearing things on the street while I've been gone...
bad things that we've been doing lately... and it's affecting our reputation with the other crews.
Benny: What are you talking about, Flaco?
Flaco: I'm thankful that you guys got those fucks that put me in the hospital, but all of this violence has been making the other gangs in this city feel as though they can't do business with us. They're beginning to think that we're too much of a liability. I suggest that we secure our turf while also maintaining our strength in numbers. The last thing we need right now is more dead soldiers, Benny.
Benny: Well... I honestly can't argue with facts... that's why I'm glad to have you back, amigo.
Flaco and Benny give each other another handshake before continuing to celebrate on the block for several more hours with their homies. When all is said and done, everyone goes home.
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