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Caspian Varenkov
North Underground Justice is the gang which Caspian is apart of. Most members can be seen with a cross, a balance, the color blue, or a blindfolded women holding a sword and a balance [x] (sometimes all of the aforementioned) tattooed on their bodies, on their clothing, or on their graffiti-ed artwork which can be viewed across numerous random buildings across town. Their rival gang is The South Side Locos. The SSL can be seen with numerous stars, the letters SSL, red, and all of the aforementioned in their tattoos, artwork, ect.I think I found hell…. I think I found something...
The pale reds and purples of the sky were fading with the sunlight. A good portion of the shipping district located near the ghettos had been abandoned near the bad areas of the city, leaving a typically peaceful place to escape. For Caspian it was the only place to escape. Life had not been easy on the twenty-four year old. Instead he had been left to fend for himself when he was sixteen. Homelessness was an option for barely a week, when things were unbearable. From there Charlie found him. "You ain't nothin' but a kid in this world, jus' lookin' for a place he belongs," the words his friend spoke rang in Casp's head. The events of the day became more real with the image of his friend playing out before his eyes.
Caspian's feet hung over the wooden dock. It overlooked the city, a vast sea which appeared to have no end. Caspian shook his head slightly in an attempt to toss away the image of his friend. His right hand instead snatched up the uncapped liquor bottle, and lifted the clear glass to his lips. In his opposite hand a cigarette dangled from his fingers. Three of his favorite things in one place – all there in an attempt to forget that one of his best friends was gone. The tawny liquid slid down his throat, a familiar burning heat rising to his throat. No cough was given at the liquid, and the warmth it brought to his stomach was settling. If nothing else in his brother's honor he would celebrate by getting trashed, and forgetting. Something about the bitterness of liquor felt right, even as he topped off the bottle, and watched it land in the dark blue-black depths of the water.
A small buzz set in over his vision, but other than that, no other known effects were noted as he sauntered back to his house. Some assume that gangs are flowing with money, or well off enough due to selling large sums of drugs, guns or whatever else it is they do. North Underground Justice was anything but well off. A number of different houses scattered across their territory were inhabited by anywhere from five to fifteen guys. Going up the chain of command the members got wealthier, but by no means did any of them live in desirable conditions. Caspian's home was a testament to just that.
The lawn's grass was overgrown, the houses paint was chipped, and that was just the icing on the cake. The innards of the house were ragtag furniture, and the floors across the house are littered with bottles, empty cigarette boxes, dirt, and whatever else is recognizable among the muck. Casp lived with four guys who were currently positioned around a hefty makeshift coffee table some sitting on a large once white couch whose insides had been partially unstuffed, and the others seated at an adjacent stain riddled couch.
"Aye," Chris, the alpha in the house, nodded towards Caspian.
A head nod was given back as he slumped into a seat next to the guy, "What's up."
"Goin' to Seven tonight, Charlie said the girls were on the wrong side of town, 'specially for us, but what the hell, in his honor," Chris's long blonde hair slightly bobbed as he shifted his head. Out of the crew it was definitely Chris and Casp who were the lookers.
The other three sort of kept an eye on Caspian looking for his approval over the entire thing before Nate commented. "Got a lighter?"
Caspian tossed his lighter over first, "Alright, better change, those uptown girls can be bitchy." A few of the guys laughed; though no shift on Caspian's rigid face was seen. The stiff look made his high cheek bones stand out, highlighting his only light feature – his amber hued eyes. "I better see that lighter later," Caspian pointed towards Nate. A smile was given towards Caspian as he stood up, and headed to his room. If nothing else, at least they all had their own rooms. That honestly was the extent of their privacy though. Five guys shared a bathroom; they shared a kitchen, and a living room. On top of this, they were with one another nearly all the time aside for when it was time to run a job.
Caspian's feet hung over the wooden dock. It overlooked the city, a vast sea which appeared to have no end. Caspian shook his head slightly in an attempt to toss away the image of his friend. His right hand instead snatched up the uncapped liquor bottle, and lifted the clear glass to his lips. In his opposite hand a cigarette dangled from his fingers. Three of his favorite things in one place – all there in an attempt to forget that one of his best friends was gone. The tawny liquid slid down his throat, a familiar burning heat rising to his throat. No cough was given at the liquid, and the warmth it brought to his stomach was settling. If nothing else in his brother's honor he would celebrate by getting trashed, and forgetting. Something about the bitterness of liquor felt right, even as he topped off the bottle, and watched it land in the dark blue-black depths of the water.
A small buzz set in over his vision, but other than that, no other known effects were noted as he sauntered back to his house. Some assume that gangs are flowing with money, or well off enough due to selling large sums of drugs, guns or whatever else it is they do. North Underground Justice was anything but well off. A number of different houses scattered across their territory were inhabited by anywhere from five to fifteen guys. Going up the chain of command the members got wealthier, but by no means did any of them live in desirable conditions. Caspian's home was a testament to just that.
The lawn's grass was overgrown, the houses paint was chipped, and that was just the icing on the cake. The innards of the house were ragtag furniture, and the floors across the house are littered with bottles, empty cigarette boxes, dirt, and whatever else is recognizable among the muck. Casp lived with four guys who were currently positioned around a hefty makeshift coffee table some sitting on a large once white couch whose insides had been partially unstuffed, and the others seated at an adjacent stain riddled couch.
"Aye," Chris, the alpha in the house, nodded towards Caspian.
A head nod was given back as he slumped into a seat next to the guy, "What's up."
"Goin' to Seven tonight, Charlie said the girls were on the wrong side of town, 'specially for us, but what the hell, in his honor," Chris's long blonde hair slightly bobbed as he shifted his head. Out of the crew it was definitely Chris and Casp who were the lookers.
The other three sort of kept an eye on Caspian looking for his approval over the entire thing before Nate commented. "Got a lighter?"
Caspian tossed his lighter over first, "Alright, better change, those uptown girls can be bitchy." A few of the guys laughed; though no shift on Caspian's rigid face was seen. The stiff look made his high cheek bones stand out, highlighting his only light feature – his amber hued eyes. "I better see that lighter later," Caspian pointed towards Nate. A smile was given towards Caspian as he stood up, and headed to his room. If nothing else, at least they all had their own rooms. That honestly was the extent of their privacy though. Five guys shared a bathroom; they shared a kitchen, and a living room. On top of this, they were with one another nearly all the time aside for when it was time to run a job.
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By the time nine o'clock arrived, each of the males was adorned in a dress shirt, and jeans. Each also had a sufficient amount of alcohol, and weed in their systems, Caspian was already a touch ahead of that party. Liquor at Seven was pricey like everything else in the area. So while the crews may not have been wealthy they at least were able to afford drinks, a pack of smokes, and a cab drive in. The women though were something else dressing in their skimpy outfits and high heels hell bent on making an impression on the locals – if only they knew it was easier than that. The club was on some of the few areas in the city which were considered neutral.
A well known fact among locals is that arriving after nine as a local was a dire mistake for any males. That meant waiting in a long line and potentially losing out on the excitement. Arriving early to the party, struggling through the slow streak meant that they got in while the other smucks outside waited to get in for the fun. The inside of the club had two floors, numerous bars, tables, and a dance floor. The thumping bass of the music was enough to be heard through the walls, to move any stiff bodies, and fully allow any drunk to embrace. That is what the two males currently did as they sipped their beers at the bar. Their eyes were directed towards the dance floor – coming early also had its perks… seeing all the overly intoxicated fools stumble and make an idiot of themselves, what better show was needed?
"That girl's fuckin' hot," Nate's brown eyes trailed after a thin blonde.
"Too bad she's sloppy, can hardly stand," Caspian shot back.
His body was leaning away from his friend but his arm rested on the bar. The opposite hand held a beer that occasionally moved to his lips. The sleeves to his button up dress shirt were rolled up halfway up his arm. A number of blue tattoos could be spotted which stood out drastically against his dark black shirt. If was honestly one of the few nice things he owned, and he took pride in showing off his tattoos in it. His dark chocolate colored hair was brushed back out of his face, but it didn't stop the front of his hair from falling forward from time to time. It fell in a messy pile a top his head, but it didn't usually bother him. A number of others had stumbled onto the dance floor, and suddenly Caspian was frustrated with being there, lifted the glass bottle to his lips, and downed the beer. Swiveling on his chair he ordered another for the bartender, if nothing else, they were celebrating tonight, and he was doing just that.
I think I found out, that I have nothing... that I have nothing in this place for me....