Post by $avage Life on Feb 25, 2015 20:09:38 GMT -5
*Joker*
-A typical day in the city, traffic was buzzing, pedestrians were wandering the streets, the smog clouded the air, casting that oh so loved gloomy cloud over the entire metropolitan, and yes things were moving at their normal pace. The location was the past residence of former GSF member Big Smoke, which then was taken over by a LSB and now is local trap house for independent dealers and smugglers in the area. The merger between the GSF and the LSO had spread throughout Idlewood, and this small piece of real-estate was all that could be held on to for these self-made Gangsters. Banter and loud chatter could be heard from inside the opened garage door, which sat a group of males who crowded a small poker table with a game of domino’s. The corner of the block had been occupied by a trio of the adolescent dealers and gangsters in training, while a squad of up and coming hoodlums ran a few quick games of hoops on the overhead garage basketball goal. Inside the home was where the major operation was, it wasn’t really all that fancy but it provided the needed services for the occasion. The front door of the establishment was open, only for the frame of Joker to step past its threshold, a black backpack slung over his right shoulder. He pulls the door closed behind him, before giving a small nod to the pair of burly men who occupied the front porch of the house, then makes his way down the steps and towards the street. Though these were all independent dealers, it was true that the gangs had their own personal supply of weapons and drugs and there wasn’t a chance in hell that they would share with anyone who wasn’t flying there colors, so they had to get it from somewhere and joker was the right man for the job. The young man made his way towards the street, where a brown Bravura and a female driver awaited him. The passenger door of the vehicle was opened and the backpack was tossed into the back seat before the door was returned to its original state. “We all good daddy?” The female voice of Harley squeaked out, but it was only answered by the motioning of Joker’s fingers, edging her to move forward. As the two partners inside the car spent a few moments to plot the next move, no one had noticed the yellow, rusted Clover that seated two passengers down the block. The engine of the Bravura roared as it started, then slowly made its way down the street…yep, another typical day.-e-
Place of Operation: Idlewood
Owner of Establishment: Independent council
General Manger: N//A
Primary Use: Drug Distribution
Products Distributed: Herion, Cocaine,(Crack Cocaine), & Marijuana.
Security Force: 5 security camera’s located on each corner of the establishment with one on the door. 50-60 armed independent dealers and gangsters.
Weekly Income: $50,000-$75,000
-A typical day in the city, traffic was buzzing, pedestrians were wandering the streets, the smog clouded the air, casting that oh so loved gloomy cloud over the entire metropolitan, and yes things were moving at their normal pace. The location was the past residence of former GSF member Big Smoke, which then was taken over by a LSB and now is local trap house for independent dealers and smugglers in the area. The merger between the GSF and the LSO had spread throughout Idlewood, and this small piece of real-estate was all that could be held on to for these self-made Gangsters. Banter and loud chatter could be heard from inside the opened garage door, which sat a group of males who crowded a small poker table with a game of domino’s. The corner of the block had been occupied by a trio of the adolescent dealers and gangsters in training, while a squad of up and coming hoodlums ran a few quick games of hoops on the overhead garage basketball goal. Inside the home was where the major operation was, it wasn’t really all that fancy but it provided the needed services for the occasion. The front door of the establishment was open, only for the frame of Joker to step past its threshold, a black backpack slung over his right shoulder. He pulls the door closed behind him, before giving a small nod to the pair of burly men who occupied the front porch of the house, then makes his way down the steps and towards the street. Though these were all independent dealers, it was true that the gangs had their own personal supply of weapons and drugs and there wasn’t a chance in hell that they would share with anyone who wasn’t flying there colors, so they had to get it from somewhere and joker was the right man for the job. The young man made his way towards the street, where a brown Bravura and a female driver awaited him. The passenger door of the vehicle was opened and the backpack was tossed into the back seat before the door was returned to its original state. “We all good daddy?” The female voice of Harley squeaked out, but it was only answered by the motioning of Joker’s fingers, edging her to move forward. As the two partners inside the car spent a few moments to plot the next move, no one had noticed the yellow, rusted Clover that seated two passengers down the block. The engine of the Bravura roared as it started, then slowly made its way down the street…yep, another typical day.-e-
Place of Operation: Idlewood
Owner of Establishment: Independent council
General Manger: N//A
Primary Use: Drug Distribution
Products Distributed: Herion, Cocaine,(Crack Cocaine), & Marijuana.
Security Force: 5 security camera’s located on each corner of the establishment with one on the door. 50-60 armed independent dealers and gangsters.
Weekly Income: $50,000-$75,000