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Character Profile: Carabella "C-Note" Vesperanza - Age 24
*Introduction*
This is where we start our story and it will lead to many adventures, just hide yo' bitches and watch fo' the snitches.. The world is large and full of drugs, thugs, hoes and joes. Pimped out rides and gangstalicious honeys ready for a good time. People in the city will fuck you up and spit you out without even lookin' at ya twice. The rednecks up in the hills can make you disappear and most of tha time, you become a hog's lunch. My mama always said that things wouldn't be easy unless we tried hard enough. And well, we've tried hard enough and trying just isn't cuttin' it. We've had to scavenge to survive. Scrape the bottom of the barrel and kill some niggs to even get to where we are. Bloodshed. Bullets. Robberies. Heists. Man, it's only a taste of what we have to endure. We are what stand between right and wrong. We are the hammer and the blood of justice. We are the gangs of San Andreas. And man, this is only the beginning of something fierce!
~Welcome to Sandy Shores: "We Have Liquor"~
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Character Profile: Carabella "C-Note" Vesperanza - Age 24
*Introduction*
This is where we start our story and it will lead to many adventures, just hide yo' bitches and watch fo' the snitches.. The world is large and full of drugs, thugs, hoes and joes. Pimped out rides and gangstalicious honeys ready for a good time. People in the city will fuck you up and spit you out without even lookin' at ya twice. The rednecks up in the hills can make you disappear and most of tha time, you become a hog's lunch. My mama always said that things wouldn't be easy unless we tried hard enough. And well, we've tried hard enough and trying just isn't cuttin' it. We've had to scavenge to survive. Scrape the bottom of the barrel and kill some niggs to even get to where we are. Bloodshed. Bullets. Robberies. Heists. Man, it's only a taste of what we have to endure. We are what stand between right and wrong. We are the hammer and the blood of justice. We are the gangs of San Andreas. And man, this is only the beginning of something fierce!
~Welcome to Sandy Shores: "We Have Liquor"~
http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/gta/images/6/66/Sandy_Shores.png/revision/latest?cb=20130530221728&path-prefix=hu
"Damn it! Fuck! Yeah! Yeah! *slap* Oh fuck! Fuck yeah! Oh yeah baby! *slap*"
The screams of innate pleasure and rough sex were coming from the trailer a few doors down. Cara couldn't handle it anymore but she didn't dare say a damned word. The walls of these fucking places were thin and you could hear the roaches banging the rats if you listened hard enough. She shook her head as she continued about her business. Steadily cutting up cocaine on the table, she looked to the half-busted clock on the stove. "Late again.." she muttered. A pot of rice and a half eaten can of beans on the counter with a spoon jutting out of it. Her trailer was a bit nicer inside than most of these trash heaps in Sandy Shores. Well, the trailer she shared with her brother. But that wasn't what was on her mind as she angrily bent over, snorting a small thin line of the premier coke from TPE... Damn Trevor Philips. This place would have been a lot better off if he had never shown up here, but then again, Cara wasn't a fairy princess and she couldn't just wave a magic wand to make him disappear. She had ways of doing that, but no one wanted to fuck with T. No one was that stupid...or desperate, for lack of a better word.
She stood up, walking over to the fridge as she rubbed her nose. It was a nasty habit, but it was one she decided to keep. It was something to keep her sane. No, her mind was on something else alright. Her brother. Her adoring big brother. He was older by about a year but they had always looked out for one another. It was something they had to do after their mother was hauled off to prison for killing their father. She sighed thinking back to that night, but shook her head as she bent over opening the door to the fridge.. She looked in the fridge, only to slam it closed. "Damn it, Dante.." she cursed. "He had better hurry the fuck up with my booze and..." she paused for a moment to listen.
"Ohhh fuck yes!!! You're the best! Oh god! More.. *slap* More! *slap* More! More! *slap*"
She grumbled under her breath. "Nah, he wouldn't be in the mood tonight. We've got that job tomorrow," she leaned against the doorway, scratching her chin as she looked to the calendar. Standing there, she was dressed in a tight black tank top, black denim jeans and boots that she always kept polished. "For an ass kicking" she always explained. She pulled her knife out of the holder it was in attached to her belt and stabbed the date. It would all go down at the lumber mill. It was a fool-proof plan. Nothing could go wrong as long as Dante was there to back her ass up. "That money. Those Ballas bastards. They won't know what's coming but they gonna remember the Vesperanza siblings," her lips curled in a wicked grin as she twisted the knife in the wall as she heard a truck door slam. She turned her attention to the front door. She rushed over to the door, grabbing the handle and swinging it open.
"About fucking time, Dante!" she cursed. "Where's the fucking booze, bro? We've got to celebrate."
Dante Vesperanza *Looks*