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Crime in a city like this is not an uncommon thing. Among its other problems is homelessness. The city has been trying to do a clean-up on both, but they are losing the war. In fact, since they started the crack-down, crime has been going up, and the homeless numbers have become almost impossible to track, as people start flying under the radar. Everything seems to be going against them, especially with the urban legend that has arisen sometime in the last decade, though maybe existed for much longer.
"Get straight and wait here while I try to find the exit sign"
The urban legend is about an organization of criminals. They call themselves "Les Gens", The People. They live in the city, under fake names. They have no credit cards, cars, houses, and they are virtually untraceable. They are invisible, and they could be anywhere, anyone. They communicate by leaving messages, vandalism, codes that the police can't crack, especially when there's no actual proof that the organization actually exists.
"Keep one eye on the door, keep one eye on the bag"
Rumor is, to stay invisible they live by strict rules. While on the organization's business, they are not to interact with each other. When they pass on the streets, or bump into each other in public, a quick glance communicates all of their thoughts. Their fake name is never to be written on paper, never on any sort of official documents. Their "code name" is to be shared only in privacy with other members of the organization, no civilians may ever know it. There have never been any worries of anyone breaking the rules, because loyalty to Les Gens is so absolute.
"You're working for the police and the private, the pirates and the pilots"
Les Gens is the strongest it's ever been, now. Those that are no longer in Les Gens, usually because somehow their name ended up public, are working real jobs-- but that doesn't mean their ties are cut. Les Gens has people all over the city, some even in the police force, feeding the officials lies, leading them off of the trail. You are a member, old or new, and the city is in the palm of your hand, your playground. Your time is now.
"Fingerprinted waiting for the train"
"Get straight and wait here while I try to find the exit sign"
The urban legend is about an organization of criminals. They call themselves "Les Gens", The People. They live in the city, under fake names. They have no credit cards, cars, houses, and they are virtually untraceable. They are invisible, and they could be anywhere, anyone. They communicate by leaving messages, vandalism, codes that the police can't crack, especially when there's no actual proof that the organization actually exists.
"Keep one eye on the door, keep one eye on the bag"
Rumor is, to stay invisible they live by strict rules. While on the organization's business, they are not to interact with each other. When they pass on the streets, or bump into each other in public, a quick glance communicates all of their thoughts. Their fake name is never to be written on paper, never on any sort of official documents. Their "code name" is to be shared only in privacy with other members of the organization, no civilians may ever know it. There have never been any worries of anyone breaking the rules, because loyalty to Les Gens is so absolute.
"You're working for the police and the private, the pirates and the pilots"
Les Gens is the strongest it's ever been, now. Those that are no longer in Les Gens, usually because somehow their name ended up public, are working real jobs-- but that doesn't mean their ties are cut. Les Gens has people all over the city, some even in the police force, feeding the officials lies, leading them off of the trail. You are a member, old or new, and the city is in the palm of your hand, your playground. Your time is now.
"Fingerprinted waiting for the train"
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