Post by thapunkpred15 on Apr 20, 2008 1:18:51 GMT -5
EDIT BY ADARA: WARNING: This story contains strong language and violence. Read at your own discretion.
Soho 1975
10:46pm
This part of Soho was the slums well you get relate it to the ghetto if you want but things went down all the time and a boy named Gerard Luciano has witnessed the violence that happened around his neighborhood that was wasting away due to gangs and drugs. The gangs that hung around Soho were The Sharp shooters, The Burning bullets, and The Delta Squad. The Sharp Shooters were a gang that wouldn't mind using revolvers as long as they got rid of their enemies. They didn't keep their weapons low pro like other gangs. The Burning Bullets were also a gang that favored in torching special events but deep down their rep was bigger than a mosquitos.......d*ck! Last but not least The Delta Squad were a gang filled with young retired marines and soldier that participated in WW 2. They had a good reputation since they were highly skilled to take out anyone. With three guys they would probably take out twenty cops!
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Gerard Luciano is in the bar fixing up two martinis for some drunkies that sat in the booth in the back. Stirring up more combinations and flavors would hopefully make the customers happy but he disliked the two drunkies anyways. After he was finished mixing the drinks he puts them on a silver plate. The cold beverages cooled off the hard working Gerard who had been working for a good 7 hours.
He walks up to the two guys in the booth.
"Heres your martini sir."
"Its about time you slow a**. I bet you can't even keep up with a girl while-"
The other drunk guy laughs.
"Loook dude take your d*mn drink. Shut up. You know how much it get paid for this,huh? I don't have time for you !" Gerard said.
The stinky breath of the two drunk guys polluted the air. Now once Gerard got a whif of it he cringes and starts to get the sniffles.
"I-I-I don't give a *pauk* how much you get paid! Just give me my drink!"
"Why the hell do you want a martini when you had like 7 orders of beer? I get paided more than what you get on your welfare check!" Gerard shouted.
*Achooo!!*
Due to the nasty breath of the two guys Gerard sneazed and dropped the plate on the floor with the two drinks. Well I guess he's in trouble now. The two drunkheads get mad and are ready to fight. Gerard pulls up his head with his curly black hair shining in the light.
"Uh sorry?"
"GERARD GET YOUR LAZY A** OVER HERE AND GET THIS RAG AND CLEAN THAT MESS UP!"
Thats the bar owner. Geoff Connely. He was a small time all star football player in college but dropped out. Like other bartenders he kept a weapon under the counter. It wasn't a revolver or a bat but something worse. It was a sawn off Shotgun. Now feel the heavy bullets peirce you chest and blow your heart out of place!
Gerard tears the cloth off of his torso and stomps towards the table and throws the cloth at the owner. He gets minimum wage everyday and he can't work in peace without the Burning Bullets coming in trying to call themselves robbing someone.
"I quit this job! Feeding liqour to welfare bums! Thats not my thing. Sorry."
The owner hits the table with his fist."You get back here! Im the one trying to pay you so you can have food on the table!"He shouts "Well you just be without $3.57"
Gerard is already out the door. He doesn't give a d*mn anymore.
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Outside.....
Gerard is waiting outside for his friend Hermosa to come and pick him up in his Hemi cuda 72. He waits on the sidewalk at the edge of the street. He takes out a cigarette. He slowly puts it in his mouth and shuffles through his black jean pockets.
"D*mn no lighter? I swore I brought one out the house today."
Uh oh. Down the street he sees a gang of 8 Burning Bullet members coming his way. Damn they'll kill his a** on site if he doesn't get out. He's frozen in his ytracks. The cigarete drops out of his mouth. They are coming his way. The stret lights shone on his tan skin which would be red and scarred if he doesn't leave in 4 minutes or so.
Chapter 2............Coming soon
Soho 1975
10:46pm
This part of Soho was the slums well you get relate it to the ghetto if you want but things went down all the time and a boy named Gerard Luciano has witnessed the violence that happened around his neighborhood that was wasting away due to gangs and drugs. The gangs that hung around Soho were The Sharp shooters, The Burning bullets, and The Delta Squad. The Sharp Shooters were a gang that wouldn't mind using revolvers as long as they got rid of their enemies. They didn't keep their weapons low pro like other gangs. The Burning Bullets were also a gang that favored in torching special events but deep down their rep was bigger than a mosquitos.......d*ck! Last but not least The Delta Squad were a gang filled with young retired marines and soldier that participated in WW 2. They had a good reputation since they were highly skilled to take out anyone. With three guys they would probably take out twenty cops!
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Gerard Luciano is in the bar fixing up two martinis for some drunkies that sat in the booth in the back. Stirring up more combinations and flavors would hopefully make the customers happy but he disliked the two drunkies anyways. After he was finished mixing the drinks he puts them on a silver plate. The cold beverages cooled off the hard working Gerard who had been working for a good 7 hours.
He walks up to the two guys in the booth.
"Heres your martini sir."
"Its about time you slow a**. I bet you can't even keep up with a girl while-"
The other drunk guy laughs.
"Loook dude take your d*mn drink. Shut up. You know how much it get paid for this,huh? I don't have time for you !" Gerard said.
The stinky breath of the two drunk guys polluted the air. Now once Gerard got a whif of it he cringes and starts to get the sniffles.
"I-I-I don't give a *pauk* how much you get paid! Just give me my drink!"
"Why the hell do you want a martini when you had like 7 orders of beer? I get paided more than what you get on your welfare check!" Gerard shouted.
*Achooo!!*
Due to the nasty breath of the two guys Gerard sneazed and dropped the plate on the floor with the two drinks. Well I guess he's in trouble now. The two drunkheads get mad and are ready to fight. Gerard pulls up his head with his curly black hair shining in the light.
"Uh sorry?"
"GERARD GET YOUR LAZY A** OVER HERE AND GET THIS RAG AND CLEAN THAT MESS UP!"
Thats the bar owner. Geoff Connely. He was a small time all star football player in college but dropped out. Like other bartenders he kept a weapon under the counter. It wasn't a revolver or a bat but something worse. It was a sawn off Shotgun. Now feel the heavy bullets peirce you chest and blow your heart out of place!
Gerard tears the cloth off of his torso and stomps towards the table and throws the cloth at the owner. He gets minimum wage everyday and he can't work in peace without the Burning Bullets coming in trying to call themselves robbing someone.
"I quit this job! Feeding liqour to welfare bums! Thats not my thing. Sorry."
The owner hits the table with his fist."You get back here! Im the one trying to pay you so you can have food on the table!"He shouts "Well you just be without $3.57"
Gerard is already out the door. He doesn't give a d*mn anymore.
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Outside.....
Gerard is waiting outside for his friend Hermosa to come and pick him up in his Hemi cuda 72. He waits on the sidewalk at the edge of the street. He takes out a cigarette. He slowly puts it in his mouth and shuffles through his black jean pockets.
"D*mn no lighter? I swore I brought one out the house today."
Uh oh. Down the street he sees a gang of 8 Burning Bullet members coming his way. Damn they'll kill his a** on site if he doesn't get out. He's frozen in his ytracks. The cigarete drops out of his mouth. They are coming his way. The stret lights shone on his tan skin which would be red and scarred if he doesn't leave in 4 minutes or so.
Chapter 2............Coming soon
