Welcome to Gaia! ::

When she heard their reactions she could'nt help but to burst out laughing. Whatever
was wrong with her, it was probably apart of her psychosis. Now without a doubt she
was probably really insane to some, at least, minor degree on a level that was no jest.
She wasn't really difficult to pull to her feet at all, and offered no resistance other than
her lack of balance from her bodily weakening laughter. . .

With her hands still up, keeping mind that she was at gun point, she went into the
store without resistance.

Her laughter sprayed through her lips and made a raspberry sound before she finally let
her humor bark aloud.


"Prrprrprrr-Ahahahahaa"
Bandana face felt some sort of way about her laughter, it seemed weird but his highness and empowerment as she did as he asked being shatter by this wasnt at all appreciated. He'd step in close behind her, landing the butt of the weapon to the back of her head, surely with more than enough force to knock her unconscious. The others would step in behind him and close the door, tear drops glanced out the window a moment, noting that no one seemed to really have taken notes of these events he turned to view the scene. The front one turned to tear drop, "call Spaz, he wit Mack right now tell'em bout dis crazy b***h. I think she a cop but if she aint, then les see what she want us to do wit her." Tear drop made the call and in relative detail he relayed the events to Spaz, after a short while longer he hung up and turned back to them. The smirk on his face made them curious, "Mack say she wants to see dis chick, i think it mighta been cuz i told her she was half naked."
-Edited to make sense stare -
Her laughter stopped suddenly and was broken by the sound of her voice, released in a short
burst. All she saw was the ground inexplicably get closer, and probably will never remember
seeing this in the future. She dropped to the floor in the store, face first, and didn't even
use her hands to break her fall or catch herself from her descent. Her left cheek on the
coldish tiling she laid there, the palms of her hands facing the ceiling, as the back
of her hands laid flat on the floor.
Tear drop shook his head, still some what taken aback by the whole situation, "Lets move her in da back room, Mack's on her way." The others nodded, bandana face and the front one carried her to the back room, tear drop followed and opened the door for them. The person behind the counter paid little to no attention to them, he was reading a book. A table surrounded by chairs sat before them, one of the chairs they sat her up right in. Tear drop stepped back outside now to pick up the book bag and spray cans, he'd gather them and return them to the bag. Though as he did this a familiar aroma would ensnare his nostrils, curious he stepped back inside and then slid the cans asside to peer deeper into the bag. His eyes lit up when he saw it, immediately after which he carried it into the back room to show them. "Yo its some gank in there yo, some fire a** s**t, i could smell it through da bag." Immediately curious bandana reached in and pulled out the brick of purple haze. "So dis crazy b***h was carrying a pound of piff wit her as well? Dis s**t is weird yo."

In the distance slowly getting louder, the thump of base and internal car speakers blasting was slightly becoming more and more audible. A 96 Impala SS Caprice Classic, with burgundy paint, a rather loud system, and heavily tinted windows pulled up out front of the store. As the engine died four people exited the vehicle, the two in the back were youngins, non looking older than those inside. The passenger a tall muscular man clad, dark skin wearing an entirely red dickie suit, black tims and a black yankee fitted. Tattoos line his forearms and neck, its obvious he's higher rank than the rest. Finally the driver, Mack, is wearing black ifizu jeans, black tims, a black tee, underneath an ifizu hoody, and a black on black astros fitted. Light skinned, and somewhat slender, her face was the only thing that gave her away as feminine. That and if you looked closely the outline of breasts resided within the baggy hoody. Her eyes hazel, and seemingly welcoming, facial features soft, a small silver ball could be seen beneath her bottom lip and in her tongue. The only visible tattoos on both sides of her neck were that of a five point star on the right, and the letters CK on the left, a pair of tear drops residing also beneath her right eye.

The group stepped into the store, the youngins bringing up the rear, and the last would lock the door once inside. They would proceed to the back room, Mack spoke calmly, "everybody out" as ordered all but herself and the unconscious girl left the room. Stepping over to an adjacent chair she'd sit, taking in the girl's appearance and clothing. A smirk crossed her face as it seemed as though the boys hadnt touched her, which she was actually happy about. Calmly lighting a newport she'd sit back and calmly await her to come to.
{Also not posting out of order, just making an entrance ^_^}

Mack grew bored after she'd put the cigarette out and she was still asleep, though everytime she looked at her, she looked rather peaceful. She was indeed very attractive, curiousity overwhelming her, Mack stood and rounded the table to her sleeping form. Leaning down she'd look into her face, their faces maybe 4 inches a part for the moment. Slender digits would gently touch the skin of her exposed stomach, soft skin, pleasing to the touch. Her hands slid upwards cupping both of her rather large breasts, the smirk on her face broadening into a grin. Finally her hands would travel up her neck towards her face, where she'd begin gently tapping her cheek in hopes of facilitating the awakening process.
User Image



The girl came to, blinking her eyes after they had opened, and she sat up forward, holding
the edge of the table with her hands
.

"Wait. What happened?!"

"Oh, don't tell me I went down."


User Image
Mack smiled, her voice was soft as she spoke, "you attacked a few of my youngins, they dont take too kindly to such." Her hazel eyes found the girl's and she paused a moment, as she leaned forward the hangtimes of her long black cornrows dangled over her shoulders. "You ok?" she asked seemingly slightly concerned, her peaceful welcoming expression made this seem genuine.
[A quick not, I should be done by Wednesday. Also sorry about the roblem on Sunday. I was too busy. sweatdrop

@ random girl: You need to fix your graf terminology. That s**t your char apparently did is called a piece, burner or wildstyle. A tag is not the correct term at all.
I know my s**t.]
iizrael
[A quick not, I should be done by Wednesday. Also sorry about the roblem on Sunday. I was too busy. sweatdrop

@ random girl: You need to fix your graf terminology. That s**t your char apparently did is called a piece, burner or wildstyle. A tag is not the correct term at all.
I know my s**t.]


He's a ********' G
Will you be joining us GD?
Been craving a little gangsta' rp. Sure. Let me check out the apps.
[Once you get this place established i'll bring Staf through here.]
Du Maurier's avatar
  • 250
  • 100
  • 100
iizrael
[A quick not, I should be done by Wednesday. Also sorry about the roblem on Sunday. I was too busy. sweatdrop

@ random girl: You need to fix your graf terminology. That s**t your char apparently did is called a piece, burner or wildstyle. A tag is not the correct term at all.
I know my s**t.]
((I always thought Piece and Burner were slang for guns. She seemed to be correct in calling it a tag (at least using terminology that I know..) Oh well, every area has different meanings for slang words..))
[Tag is small, peices and burners are bigger like the pic. But that wasn't meant to be anything more than a comment. Its graf 101. But yeah gotta finish up herr.]

Quick Reply

Submit
Manage Your Items
Other Stuff
Get Items
Get Gaia Cash
Where Everyone Hangs Out
Other Community Areas
Virtual Spaces
Fun Stuff