- The Official Grove 6th Street Family [G6]

[Max_Prison]

What about Part 3 of the movie, Bruce?

when ya'll gonna do it?

[Lincoln.]

What about Part 3 of the movie, Bruce?

when ya'll gonna do it?

When Zobo gets his ass IG

[Krueger]

Can I be in the 3rd part? 

[Lincoln.]

Can I be in the 3rd part? 

Why not?

[duffman]

Grove street is missin ya foos!

[Stefanrsb]

Ok feet

Well you're not really in good position to tell that since your English isn't perfect

By the way, I will teach him, so relax.

Your english isnt perfect ,too.So?    :evil:

[Lincoln.]

Ok feet Your english isnt perfect ,too.So?    :evil:

I'm not saying it is, but it's close to it.

But who cares, let's just drop the stupid dicussion

[Stefanrsb]

I'm not saying it is, but it's close to it.

But who cares, let's just drop the stupid dicussion

Mine too. And i want to continue  :flame: 

[Lincoln.]

Mine too. And i want to continue  :flame: 

 

[Stefanrsb]

 

[].Richard.[]

Application Form

What is your IG name: Jizzy_Dalton
Do you have lisence and passport: Yes.
Phone number: 212781
How long have you played Argonath: Since 9th of August, 2011[About 3 months]
How active are you IG: Im very active.
Why do you want to join us: I always wanted to RP as a gangsta and rolling with friendly people. G6 is one of my best group and I believe I can get huge RP exprierience and friendship.
Previous names: Richard_Fernando, Jack_Stracci, Jack_Fernando, Fernando_Collin.
Previous gangs/mafias: Stracci, Collin.
Have your read all rules: Yes.
Will you listen to orders from leaders: Yes.
How can we know if you are loyal: I will prove it.
How can we know you wont leave us: I will do my best and always keep my cool.
What will be your name if you get accepted: [G6]Jizzy_Dalton
Write a RP story about you (atleast 150 words):

It was an amazing spring morning, Monday.Just a bit after 8 and already there was an infernal traffic.Drivers from both ways - be they truckers, taxi drivers, or just simple drivers - were using the horn, hoping that they will manage to forward faster, some maybe too much.In this whole hurly-burly, you could hear various heated conversations between different drivers, obviously angry enough to start a fight.

"Come on, faster!", using the horn continuously."Move it, asshole!".

Nothing unusual, it always happens like this every morning, especially during the work week, Monday to Friday.Sometimes, a car with two officers from the Traffic Enforcement Unit, is directing the traffic, as best as they can.Today it's not that day.

Somehow, all these doesn't seem to affect him in any way.He seemed accustomed with it.He was checking frequently his watch, set on his left wrist; a watch as normal as it could be, no way an expensive one, it wasn't golden.The watch was just an accessory assorted with his black suit, white shirt and black tie.He was wearing Aviator-style sunglasses.He has this habit of carrying the sunglasses always on him, wearing them even during his work time, when he is patrolling or investigating.He didn't bother taking  them off when he was having a conversation with a citizen, in respect of him.

After more than ten minutes of driving in inhumanly driving conditions, finally, in the distance he could spot the road sign - "Los Santos". He glanced at it briefly, before refocusing on the road.Moments later, he was checking his watch again.Although he seemed to be in a hurry, he didn't appear to be impatient.He was maintaining a rather concentrated facial expression, letting no feelings showing onto his face, giving him away.

The city's entrance.He reached the toll booth.He presses a button from the front door side panel and the window suddenly lowers itself, just a few inches.He reaches for the glove box and grabs an already settled $25 bill.

"Good morning!", it heard from lowered window's direction.A man in his mid-thirties leaned over a bit, just so he can be closer to the window.

Without response, only nodding briefly, he handed the bill to that man, which had his right arm extended, staring at him, impatiently.The barrier raised almost instantly from that moment, and he continued his way.After a couple of minutes of driving through city, the traffic was way better.He checked the car's GPS... he was still in Rodeo.Without much thought, he began searching for a quick route to Pershing Square.

Minutes later, he was there, parking his car, a 2006 Ford Crown Victoria.It wasn't bothering him, he didn't really care for the manufacturer or the model, as long as it does its job.With the engine stopped, he started looking around.He knew that here he will be working for at least a period of time.For how long, no one knows.City hall, Police headquarters, and in front of them a nice relaxing spot.A grimace made its way onto his face, and he gets out of the car.He activates the car alarm, adjusts his pants, after that, his jacket, and finally his sunglasses, and steps toward Police's building, quite determined.

#1

Pow!... he has his weapon aimed at what appears to be now just a lifeless body.With a cold look set onto his face, he seems to be emotionless despite of what just happened.Knowing that he did what he had to do, he couldn't care less.Why should he?Dozens of people get shot everyday in Los Santos.Why would that guy be more special than others?He has done it before; it wasn't something knew to him.

Seconds later, everyone's rushing outside the building, wondering of what just happened.They heard the gunshot, they eventually saw the body, and lastly, they saw HIM.

"Oh my God, is he dead?" they were asking each other.Several deputies ran toward the body, checking for any life signs.

"Yeah, he's gone.Obviously he's been shot, right in the chest, a couple inches left."

"That would be his heart, sir.Or at least, what's left of it."

"But how?"he asked himself.He was sure he shot not to kill.Although he didn't really care where he should point his weapon before shooting that guy, he knew that one lifeless body means more questions addressed to him.Strangely enough, he did appear to sense something, an emotion of regret and pity for what he've just done.But not because of killing that guy, because of the time he would waste, answering for this and filling reports.

...

Shift's over.As he arrives home, he quickly throws away, carelessly, the car keys toward the living room direction.Then he undress his leather jacket and tosses it onto a chair.As he starts undressing his other clothes and prepares to get into his bed, the phone from his bedroom starts ringing.

[Lincoln.]

Application Form

What is your IG name: Jizzy_Dalton
Do you have lisence and passport: Yes.
Phone number: 212781
How long have you played Argonath: Since 9th of August, 2011[About 3 months]
How active are you IG: Im very active.
Why do you want to join us: I always wanted to RP as a gangsta and rolling with friendly people. G6 is one of my best group and I believe I can get huge RP exprierience and friendship.
Previous names: Richard_Fernando, Jack_Stracci, Jack_Fernando, Fernando_Collin.
Previous gangs/mafias: Stracci, Collin.
Have your read all rules: Yes.
Will you listen to orders from leaders: Yes.
How can we know if you are loyal: I will prove it.
How can we know you wont leave us: I will do my best and always keep my cool.
What will be your name if you get accepted: [G6]Jizzy_Dalton
Write a RP story about you (atleast 150 words):

It was an amazing spring morning, Monday.Just a bit after 8 and already there was an infernal traffic.Drivers from both ways - be they truckers, taxi drivers, or just simple drivers - were using the horn, hoping that they will manage to forward faster, some maybe too much.In this whole hurly-burly, you could hear various heated conversations between different drivers, obviously angry enough to start a fight.

"Come on, faster!", using the horn continuously."Move it, asshole!".

Nothing unusual, it always happens like this every morning, especially during the work week, Monday to Friday.Sometimes, a car with two officers from the Traffic Enforcement Unit, is directing the traffic, as best as they can.Today it's not that day.

Somehow, all these doesn't seem to affect him in any way.He seemed accustomed with it.He was checking frequently his watch, set on his left wrist; a watch as normal as it could be, no way an expensive one, it wasn't golden.The watch was just an accessory assorted with his black suit, white shirt and black tie.He was wearing Aviator-style sunglasses.He has this habit of carrying the sunglasses always on him, wearing them even during his work time, when he is patrolling or investigating.He didn't bother taking  them off when he was having a conversation with a citizen, in respect of him.

After more than ten minutes of driving in inhumanly driving conditions, finally, in the distance he could spot the road sign - "Los Santos". He glanced at it briefly, before refocusing on the road.Moments later, he was checking his watch again.Although he seemed to be in a hurry, he didn't appear to be impatient.He was maintaining a rather concentrated facial expression, letting no feelings showing onto his face, giving him away.

The city's entrance.He reached the toll booth.He presses a button from the front door side panel and the window suddenly lowers itself, just a few inches.He reaches for the glove box and grabs an already settled $25 bill.

"Good morning!", it heard from lowered window's direction.A man in his mid-thirties leaned over a bit, just so he can be closer to the window.

Without response, only nodding briefly, he handed the bill to that man, which had his right arm extended, staring at him, impatiently.The barrier raised almost instantly from that moment, and he continued his way.After a couple of minutes of driving through city, the traffic was way better.He checked the car's GPS... he was still in Rodeo.Without much thought, he began searching for a quick route to Pershing Square.

Minutes later, he was there, parking his car, a 2006 Ford Crown Victoria.It wasn't bothering him, he didn't really care for the manufacturer or the model, as long as it does its job.With the engine stopped, he started looking around.He knew that here he will be working for at least a period of time.For how long, no one knows.City hall, Police headquarters, and in front of them a nice relaxing spot.A grimace made its way onto his face, and he gets out of the car.He activates the car alarm, adjusts his pants, after that, his jacket, and finally his sunglasses, and steps toward Police's building, quite determined.

#1

Pow!... he has his weapon aimed at what appears to be now just a lifeless body.With a cold look set onto his face, he seems to be emotionless despite of what just happened.Knowing that he did what he had to do, he couldn't care less.Why should he?Dozens of people get shot everyday in Los Santos.Why would that guy be more special than others?He has done it before; it wasn't something knew to him.

Seconds later, everyone's rushing outside the building, wondering of what just happened.They heard the gunshot, they eventually saw the body, and lastly, they saw HIM.

"Oh my God, is he dead?" they were asking each other.Several deputies ran toward the body, checking for any life signs.

"Yeah, he's gone.Obviously he's been shot, right in the chest, a couple inches left."

"That would be his heart, sir.Or at least, what's left of it."

"But how?"he asked himself.He was sure he shot not to kill.Although he didn't really care where he should point his weapon before shooting that guy, he knew that one lifeless body means more questions addressed to him.Strangely enough, he did appear to sense something, an emotion of regret and pity for what he've just done.But not because of killing that guy, because of the time he would waste, answering for this and filling reports.

...

Shift's over.As he arrives home, he quickly throws away, carelessly, the car keys toward the living room direction.Then he undress his leather jacket and tosses it onto a chair.As he starts undressing his other clothes and prepares to get into his bed, the phone from his bedroom starts ringing.

ACCEPTED as Regular Gangster.
Post Merge: November 19, 2011, 03:38:49 pmToday's RolePlay with our new Gangsters!
I must say that they did really good.


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[Stefanrsb]

Just seen Alex_McReary IG,hes still with us,i thought left us,so dont remove him front the list.

[pivoter]

Guys im sorry i cant online in last few weeks (or maybe months)
Because my Internet was fucked.
So i need to bring my modem/router to the ISP.
Now i can online (but not as normally, maybe i will crash on some time cause my router still on problem)
Sorry.



                                                                                                                                       Signed. [G6t]Alex_McReary

[Stefanrsb]

Noted. Next time find a way to inform us for you inactivity,maybe some friend of yours has internet. Welcome Back.