OOC: Please post a small character description before you jump into the story. This story can go anywhere, so feel free to jump into whoever you'd be more comfortable as. Cop, victim, drug dealer, prostitute... Just as long as they fit the "ghetto" motif.
Brandon Dayton
6'3
Shaved brown hair and blue eyes. Most girls find him at least fairly attractive although he is not without his flaws. He has spent most of his life on the edge, making his money mostly through seeling drugs, stealing cars, and robbing people. He thinks highly of himself and anyone who doesn't is subject to his quickly changing temper.
IC: Brandon was awakened by a car alarm... He wasn't sure why this one in particular woke him up. It wasn't like it was a rare occurance. He sat up on the raggy matress he called his bed and waited for the car alarm to be disabled... Right on cue. Whoever it was probably had the car halfway stripped by now. Why did he have to live in such a shit neighborhood? He was way to good to be surrounded by shit like this.
He stood up and slid his jeans on... He didn't have a clean pair but he wasn't against recycling. He grabbed a baggy blue tee shirt from his dresser and quickly slipped it on. People said it matched his eyes, made him look innocent. He would need to look innocent with what he had planned tonight... He slipped the 45 that was sitting next to his bed into his belt and grabbed his wallet, which was empty as usual. He reached around the crap in his pocket and grabbed a little baggy that had a couple rocks of crack in it... Perhaps he could make a sale. Tonight he needed to score big; rent was due in a couple days and he had blown all his money on the slut Natalie that lived a couple doors down.
Although Natalie was a bit expensive she was worth every cent... It had been quite a while since he had a woman who didn't demand cash before going to town. He snapped out of his thoughts as he stepped onto the cracked sidewalk and began to walk... Not exactly sure where he was going, but he did know what he hoped to accomplish tonight.
Brandon Dayton
6'3
Shaved brown hair and blue eyes. Most girls find him at least fairly attractive although he is not without his flaws. He has spent most of his life on the edge, making his money mostly through seeling drugs, stealing cars, and robbing people. He thinks highly of himself and anyone who doesn't is subject to his quickly changing temper.
IC: Brandon was awakened by a car alarm... He wasn't sure why this one in particular woke him up. It wasn't like it was a rare occurance. He sat up on the raggy matress he called his bed and waited for the car alarm to be disabled... Right on cue. Whoever it was probably had the car halfway stripped by now. Why did he have to live in such a shit neighborhood? He was way to good to be surrounded by shit like this.
He stood up and slid his jeans on... He didn't have a clean pair but he wasn't against recycling. He grabbed a baggy blue tee shirt from his dresser and quickly slipped it on. People said it matched his eyes, made him look innocent. He would need to look innocent with what he had planned tonight... He slipped the 45 that was sitting next to his bed into his belt and grabbed his wallet, which was empty as usual. He reached around the crap in his pocket and grabbed a little baggy that had a couple rocks of crack in it... Perhaps he could make a sale. Tonight he needed to score big; rent was due in a couple days and he had blown all his money on the slut Natalie that lived a couple doors down.
Although Natalie was a bit expensive she was worth every cent... It had been quite a while since he had a woman who didn't demand cash before going to town. He snapped out of his thoughts as he stepped onto the cracked sidewalk and began to walk... Not exactly sure where he was going, but he did know what he hoped to accomplish tonight.