[e] | Eastwood Ave. Clique | Representing East Side. | Vacation Break.

[Sisko]

Enrique low down, all covered in blood after the gunshot wounds made by two afro-Americans from Grove Street. Enrique slowly looked around the car where he saw Julio laying down. He crawled towards Julio when he saw the gunshot wound right above his left eye. Julio was dead.. Enrique pushed himself up with force and shift his gaze to his brand new Audi RS5. - "Damn, they even managed to f**k the car up, f**king blacks.", he said. Enrique had been shot in his chest twicely close to Cluckin' Bell in Idlewood, his only thought was to find someone who was able to help him without visiting the Glen Park Emergency Center. It was around 2AM, Enrique and Julio had been clubbing, continuously dancing and drinking for a long time. The blood was just dripping unbearably quick at the moment because of the amount of alcohol he had inside of his body. He started to walk against Willowfield, his vision was getting more and more blurry, his steps felt heavier and heavier.  Enrique looked up in the sky, noticing the stars shining brighter than ever before. He fell down on his knees, holding his chest with his right hand. - "Save me, god.. I'm not done yet..", he said when he closed his eyes and fell forward on the sidewalk. Two days had gone when Enrique woke up, looking around in the house he was at. He quickly pushed himself up, searching for his Glock '21 he always had inside of his jeans. Enrique noticed that he had new freshly washed clothes and even food in front of him, on a little tiny table. He shaked his head violently while he tried to distinguish the interior. "Where the f**k am I!?", he said. Enrique heard a slight laugh from the second floor. "It's all good man, feel yourself like home.", someone said. Enrique raised his eyebrowns, while he pushed himself up from the couch. "Get the f**k down 'ere, I wanna see who the f**k's talkin' to me, ese.", he shouted. Enrique heard footsteps from upstairs, heading towards the stair. He saw someone walking down slowly, eating a hamburger, also holding a coca cola. Enrique stared at him when the unknown person turned around. "Remember me?", he said. Enrique quickly took a step back, recognizing his face as one of the Inferno Nine. "Easy, homie.. I wouldn't take care of you if I was about to hurt you, yo", he said with a deep dark voice. He put the food and the drink at the kitchen-sink when he slowly walked towards Enrique. He extended his arm, smiling widely. Enrique took another step back, falling back in the couch. He slid towards the right side of it and made some place for the unknown person to sit down. "My name is Sisko, if you don't remember..", he said. Enrique looked at Sisko, while he nodded repeatedly. "Listen up, homie. This might feel crazy 'n all, I understand that. But I found you two days ago, laying bloody at the 41st Street, and you've been sleeping since then.", he said, while he tapped Enrique on the back. Enrique obscured his eyes with his right hand while he said "Yeah, that's the last thing I remember..".  After an hour or two talking, Sisko stood up, walking against the closet. Sisko opened it up, grabbing Enrique's Glock and a bag of marijuana. "Here, catch!", he said while tossing it towards the couch. Sisko sat himself down in the opposite direction of the sofa, rolling up up a joint. Enrique made a confused facial expression when he asked "I gotta ask you something, homie.. We've been fighting for I don't know how long.. You saw me bloody 'n shit, why did you even save my ass?" Sisko chuckled while he continued to roll the joint. "Well, since you've been in some f**ked up coma for the last two days, you might haven't heard the news that it was 'em Ballas shooting on you. They just changed color of their clothes so ain't get 'emselves killed, y'feel me." He continued.. "They also snitched on me because I said that shit was wrong, I ain't feelin' to pretend being someone else while shootin' some mexos. Either it's done by us, or it's not, that's what's up." Enrique scratches his arm while his confused facial expression became a very humorless and solid one. "So you're ain't in it anymore?", Enrique asked. "Na, f**k that shit. I ain't rollin' with no snitches. Them motherf**kers will end up dead, belieeeeve me.", Sisko said with a very contemplative pitch in his voice. Enrique agreed with throwing up a big W, which is the same as "Word.". Sisko asked Enrique "What about you and South Side Conecta? You goin' to roll back with 'em, I heard Eric took over your spot as El Jefe." Enrique cocked his eyebrowns, when he shruggled slightly. "Oh, so they will replace me with my cousin from Liberty City, after TWO f**kin' days.." Enrique quickly looked up, attempting to get eye contact with Sisko. Sisko looks up while he sat the joint on fire. "Eye for an eye", Sisko said while he inhaled the smoke. Enrique remained the eye contact, when he started to nod repeatedly. "Eye for an eye". Almost a week after, Sisko and Enrique started to sell marijuana and cocaine right outside Eastwood Avenue. The money was rolling in and Sisko and Enrique were becoming closer and closer friends. Sisko decided to increase their local drug area by purchasing a bar a couple of blocks away for a some thousands. The bar was pretty rotten and rubbishy at that time, but him and Enrique fixed that just after a few weeks. Some more weeks passed and people began to raise their eyes and respect for them. Enrique was known in East Los Santos for his previous gang called 58th Street Conecta. One day at the bar, Enrique was drinking his Corona while Sisko was smoking his daily  joint of marijuana. Enrique said "Homie, we got the respect, we got the ability.. Why don't we take control of this area to the fullest. Shit, le's f**kin' create some Eastside Clique, homie." Enrique continued.. "I can even ask some of the retired soldados back in El Corona, the ones I trust to hundred 'n ten percent.". Sisko exhaled the smoke, remained quiet for a second, when he said "We gotta think through this, we need a master plan, and something to put us on the map right away. Righ' now, it's only local bad guys buying caine and shit from us. We need to roll up high, y'feel me." Enrique nodded, and said "Le's make the clique, a mixed one, you'll bring the afro-American connections, I'll bring my hispanic. Shit, I can even talk to Gvardia from San Fierro, if you remember 'em." Sisko extended his right arm while switching the joint to his left. "You 'n me, homie.. Eastwood for life" Enrique bursted out in laughter while he extended his arm as well. Sisko reached over the table and embraced Enrique. Enrique whispered in Sisko's ear.."28th Street Eastwood Avenue Clique, you and me...".

Eastwood Avenue Clique is a fraction focusing strictly on role-play within Argonath RPG. All recruitment is done IC where you have to roleplay yourself into the group. It is recommended that you have a lot of patience during your time with us, as becoming invited into the group doesn't happen overnight. You need to show initiative, creativity, ambition and interest to be noticed by the members of this group. Our focused roleplay is within the group itself and the surrounding areas where we roleplay realistically and creatively. Realistically, noting that we don't resort to violence or shooting without concrete justifications, so if you are trigger happy then this group isn't for you. Members of the group are expected to represent a good will image of the group at all times as it is expected to abide by server and gang rules - Failure to follow will result in punishment or removal from the group. It is expected that all members respect each other equally, where abusive arguments are not tolerated, especially in public chat. The use of combat-shotgun is not acceptable by the group, unless in special circumstances.

If you are interested in joining this group, feel free to fill out the form below as an introduction to your character. Don't expect the form to be noted accepted/denied, this procedure is  simply for our members to note your interest in joining the group, what you can offer as a person and your creativity.

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Where do you live:
Your story, what have you been doing until now, homie:

[b]GENERAL INFORMATION[/b]
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What do you want to achieve by joining EAC:
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[Que]

Created by Que & Sisko Download

Eastwood Ave. Clique - The Beginning.

Eastwood Avenue Clique

[Tsub0]

Chea' Awesome topic!

[[SE]Dr_Pepper27]

Beautiful topic. Good luck with this!

[Nero.]

Holy shit...good luck

[Drastic]

ORALE

[duffman]

One of the best topics in this forum, gratz.

[Exclusive.]

2 of the best designers in the whole community making a topic together must turn out in a beauty!

This must succeed, good luck!

[WaKa]

Awesome good luck my man

[AlexStruck]

Here we go.

[Que]

Let's get this shit running, y'know what I'm saying.

[RafaDK]

WOW! - Epic win guys!

Good luck!!

[Soldato]

LETS DO THIS!

[Garfield]

f**king Awesome!

CHARACTER INFORMATION
What's your name: [TCL]MIke
How old are you: 26
Where do you live: Los Santos
Your story, what have you been doing until now, homie:


I was born in a village near L.V in 1987 were i'd worked as a farmer for a rich family who had a great farm , they were foodie and i couldn't support them more so i had to leave that farm .

2010 Summer at 23 years old  i came to L.S to search for a job. I had to go in L.S because i wanted to start a new life and be a new man , first day when i came to L.S i saw a lot of gangs and poor people in the neighborhood . 2005 I rent a small house from a black family and i got a job in Downtown L.S . 2011 , After almost 1 year of working i was tired of that job , and the boss pissed me off all the day so i quit the job and i start spend time with some black people who teached me how to make money from fools and how to sell drugs . At first i was scare as shit when i saw that they killed a man for 50$ they said "Thats the life in tha' Hood homie!" . I started to sell heroin and weed to the buyers and i got like 1000$ per day , it was awesome but the bad thing is that my homies got arrested for murdering a man near East LS , i was lucky that cops didn't suspected so i could do my job well . After my friends got arrested i was single and i saw on news that a new gang came and started to rule L.S it was my last chance to have enough money for me and for my family .

GENERAL INFORMATION
How old are you: 15
What do you want to achieve by joining EAC: I want to do the dity jobs such as assasinate a person , selling drugs , teaching kids how to become gangsters and get money from it .
Previous names: [TCL]Hunter , [GSF]Mike_West , Garfield .
Where are you from: Born in Sweden live in Romania
Additional information about yourself: Im very sexy nee jk , i am friendly , helpful , lovely person , funny sometimes and im one bastard veteran :P .


 :ps: I will change my name into RP one if i am accepted .

[Steve.]

Topic rocks... And goodluck guys... I hope that this one will last... And also
We respect Sisko & Que  :bow: :bow: :bow: :bow: :bow: