The Death of Michael Johnson[size=85]One dark, Cold Night, Rain pelted off the window of his Orange Savanna, Marley Jackson and Michael Johnson, stopped at a traffic light, near grove street, they seen a black Nebula coming from behind, as the Nebula drove beside them, the windows of the Nebula rolled down, from the front seat, a 9MM fired into the Savanna, then, from the back seat, a shotgun blasted into the front seat of the Orange Savanna, the light from gun lit up the pitch black, insides of the Nebula. Most bullets from both of the guns hit Michael, into the face, arm and chest, Michael died instantly. Marley, who sat in the passenger seat, was shot in the shoulder this caused tremendous pain for Marley. Marley opened the door of the passenger seat, and fell out of the Savanna, falling onto the wet, cold, concrete floor. Marley rolled over, onto his back, blood pumping from his shoulder, onto the floor, mixing with the water, and screamed into the rainy night ?HELP ME!?
Marley, woke up, lying in a hospital bed, of All Saints Hospital, 2 officers from the LSPD, and a strange man entered the room, along with a doctor, Marley stared, silently at the doctor, the doctor paused for a moment, took a deep breath, and said ?Marley Jackson? you are fine, but we recommend you stay the night, and get some rest?, Marley waited for the next piece of news, which was ?But? your brother Michael, passed away last night, we are very sorry for your loss, sir? the doctor, left the room, leaving the 3 officers with Marley. The strange man said ?My name is Detective Miles, and these are my officers, Officer Smith, and Officer Thomas? the 2 officer?s stayed silent, with no expression. Marley nodded twice to Detective Miles. ?I?d just like to ask you some questions? about the death of your brother ?Michael Johnson?. Marley paused, and said weakly, and quietly ?We was just going to Cluckin? Bell, to get something to eat? and then?? Marley let out a short, angry cry, and said ?A car came to the side of us? and shot!? Marley started to cry, quietly, Detective Miles, nodded, with a slight disinterest, and said ?Did you see what the shooters was driving?? Marley, shaking his head left to right several times, still crying quietly, with his eyes closed, clutching the covers of the hospital bed tightly. Then, Detective Miles, and his 2 officer?s, left the room, leaving Marley, crying to himself.
The next day, Marley was out of hospital, he opened the doors to the hospital, and went outside. Marley stood in front of the hospital doors, as if he was confused. He stood still, looking into the sky, like a man who has been in prison for twenty years that just got out of prison. Marley looked into the blue, cloudy sky of morning, for a couple of seconds, before walking up to the payphones on his left. He grabbed the phone, putting it to his ear, and mouth, took 50 cents from his right pocket, and slide the 50 cents coin into the payphone, and pressed a few digits. It started ringing, while the phone rang, Marley gathered his courage, and then it answered ?Yo, Marvin speaking?, in a stereo-typical African American voice and tone. Marley said, quietly ?Yo, it's Marley? Marvin stopped speaking so confidently, and said Oh, wassup Marley, you out?? Marley replied, Yeah, but Michael? he never made it? Marvin paused for a second, and said? ?Oh? Shii?? Marley said, almost instantly ?Yeah? look, come pick me up at All Saints, I need a ride? Marvin said, in an assuring tone ?A?igh?? Marley hung up the phone.
Marley's Arrival to the HoodMarvin arrived at the hospital, in his white, rusty Tahoma. Marvin never beeped, nor? looked at Marlo, he pulled up, and looked straight forward. Marlo walked towards the car, opened the door, and sat into the car, Marlo looked out of place, in his black bubble coat, and with his grey hood up, the noise of the bubble coat, while Marlo got comfortable, added to the awkward-ness. Marlo and Marvin looked straight ahead. Marvin paused for a second, before driving onto the road, and down to willowfield. The drive to willowfield was awkward, as not a word was said, and only a few slight glances between them.
Marvin and Marlo arrived at the projects of Idlewood, and pulled over to the group of African American males, wearing Orange clothing. It was as if the awkward silence followed Marlo around at this very moment, as the group of African American males was smiling, laughing and joking around, the moment they saw Marlo, it all stopped. Everyone was silent, and looked down at the feet, or away from Marlo. Marlo took a seat, onto the steps, in front of a house. Marlo didn?t speak, but just looked down at his feet, keeping his sadness, and mourning inside from the group. Marvin, breaking the awkward silence, saying ?Marlo, I got somethin? fo? you? Marvin reached into his pocket, and took out a orange rag, and passed it to Marlo. Marlo smiled ever so slightly, as he took the rag, he outlined it around the top of his head, and made a knot, so the knot was at his forehead. There was silence and no motion between the group at all, before one of the males from the group, rubbed Marlo?s back, in a comforting way. Marlo then got off the steps, and went to his house, and went to sleep.
The NicknameThe Gang got it's Nickname ?Los Santos Finest? from the name of its product. The gang sold high quality cocaine, for its money, Marlo owned the streets, and made a lot of profit from the gang?s drug dealing. Marlo?s gang, and product name, ?Los Santos Finest?, made most of its money from selling on a corner in Idlewood, outside the barber shop, over the road from pizza stack.
But, the corner wasn?t there?s, at first. Marlo, Marvin and a couple of youngens, went over to the 3 men, selling Crack Cocaine on the block, they had no rags, or particular colour, so they saw this as an opportunity to steal the corner. ?Los Santos Finest?, wasn?t attacked after they stole the block, and Marlo was happy, him and his brother Michael, was making a lot of money, as much as 5000 a day, from just 1 corner, and the people they took it from, hadn?t retaliated, yet.
Marlo wasn't sure, but after hours of thinking, silently, and alone, he came up with the thought that, the 3 men, which owned the corner, in Idlewood, outside the barber shop, was in a gang, and was the ones that shot his brother Michael, that rainy night. Marlo couldn't be sure, but it still brought great anger to Marlo, he was angry at himself, he considered it ?stupid? taking the corner, 5000 a day, could never make up for the death of his much loved, and respected brother, Michael Johnson.
The Death of TysonMarlo's gang, Los Santos Finest, made some of its money from illegal dog fighting. Marlo had a dog, called Tyson, an all brown, lean, muscular American Pitbull. The Pitbull was un-defeated, Tyson was vicious, strong, athletic, and was one of the best fighting dogs around. It brought Marlo 30000 dollars in cash, in illegal dog fighting, and bets.
One day, a gang named The Rollin 60's, offered Marley to a dog fight, Marley agreed, Marley went home to the Willowfield projects, and put Tyson in the back of his burrito, and drove to the park. There was a group of men, waiting, some from his gang, and some from the Rollin 60's, Marley walked up to the 2 groups, with his barking, angry pit-bull. There was no waiting, he was put into the small circle, with his dog, both dogs where barking wildly at each other, with Marley, holding it on to the pitbull. The African American, who was the referee, counted, ?THREE, TWO, ONE? GO!?
Marley let go of his dog, and the dog ran at the other dog from the gang, Tyson, was fighting normally, winning the fight, the other dog was bleeding from the face, and one couldn't see out of one of its eyes, and Tyson was dominating the fight. Then, Tyson started to get weaker; he stopped fighting like he usually would, and getting tired, suddenly, he just stopped fighting, the dog that was once vicious, was now lying on the floor, dying. Marley, stepped into the ring, and picked up his dog, he could see Tyson couldn't go anymore, Marley lost the fight, the ?Rollin 60?s? cheered, Marley gave the referee his then thousand dollars, and left.
Marley knew, that the ?Rollin? 60?s? had drugged his dog, and Marley was furious, Marley, Marley went over to his hood in Willowfield, and told all of his gang, ?Yo, them Rollin? 60 bad girles robbed ma? cash, ten mutha'f**kin' grand, and, killed my pit' Tyson', the gang was furious, you could hear nigga's saying ?What the f**k?!? ?Los Santos Finest? never liked the Rollin 60's, but this tipped the gang over the edge, they wanted war, and they wanted revenge.
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2. You must be good at roleplaying an African American, you must know the slang, you can't come up to the hood just speaking normally, you have to show us that you can roleplay an African American.
3. As soon as you are initiated, if you wish to leave the faction, or if you're kicked from the faction for what ever reason, you have to accept a PK.
4. Stay IC, if you have a problem, don't whine OOC, roleplay it, and if you feel it is wrong, make a report against that player, if you start giving the faction a bad name/reputation, you will be PKed from the faction.
5. Always have a Reason to shoot someone, if someone insults you ICly, insult them back, don't just shoot them, any DMing and you will be PKed from the faction.[/size]
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