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Post by Jax on Mar 1, 2006 20:51:00 GMT -5
Market Wednesday, 7, '95 10:16 am
The Los Santos sun has finally come out from behind all of the skyscrapers and lights up the morning city. A beat up tampa parks outside of Blastin' Fools Records and three gang-bangers dressed in orange step out of it, each one wearing a determined expression. They walk into the store and one of them spots a familiar face in a suit. Jax walks up to him.
JAX : "We're here. Ready?"
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Post by Ricky Morello on Mar 1, 2006 21:25:36 GMT -5
Blastin' Fools Records, Market 10:16 AM, 6/8/95 Ricky turned to the Seville Playaz. He had just started some paper work but was anxious to get his new "protection". He walks with them while talking. Ricky: Alright, good timing. I was hoping you would show up early. Alright, let me give you a briefing of what your gonna do. So theres this new record label starting to pop up in the news, "Rider Records", their getting to commercial for my taste. What you boys are gonna do, are head down to their studios in Chicano in the East side. You trash all the cars in the parking lot, then you bash a few faces in. If the cops get on your tail, get to a godamn Pay N Spray, cause you aint coming here with the cops on your fucking tail, got it? Ricky was demanding in his last statement. He had just got this place, he didnt want the cops questioning him then sending him to the slammer for a week.
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Post by Jax on Mar 1, 2006 21:30:28 GMT -5
Market 10:17 am
JAX : "Aiight, lets go boys.
Jax turns and walks out the door with his gang.
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