Miles Connor
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Posted: Jan 15th, 2006 at 11:04 am
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Gang: Manhattan Reds AKA Reds
Wearing: Black 'Shin' Boots, Dark Overall, Police riot Gear (Kevlar torso), Black Baseball Cap and Black Leather Gloves.
Money: 30 dollars
Inventory: Flick Knife, Petrol Lighter and a nightstick
Living: Manhattan Police Station (HQ)
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Dallas
Moderator Member is offline The Street Picasso
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Posted: Jan 15th, 2006 at 12:31 pm
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Dallas yawned and stretched, stepping off the boat and onto solid land. He pulled his hood up close and walked off,his spray cans rattling in his backpack
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Gang: Manhattan Reds AKA Reds
Wearing: grey hoodie, jeans, scruffy trainers, backpack
Money:
Inventory: spray cans
Living: abandoned police station, manhattan
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Miles Connor
Moderator Member is offlineWelcome To The Party Bitch!
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Posted: Jan 15th, 2006 at 12:38 pm
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Miles sniffed the fishy air. A hooded youth walked out in front of him.
Miles flicked up the collor from the cop he'd mugged on the way from prison. Time to live up to his promise to his brothers.
He headed into town.
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Gang: Manhattan Reds AKA Reds
Wearing: Black 'Shin' Boots, Dark Overall, Police riot Gear (Kevlar torso), Black Baseball Cap and Black Leather Gloves.
Money: 30 dollars
Inventory: Flick Knife, Petrol Lighter and a nightstick
Living: Manhattan Police Station (HQ)
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Posted: Jan 15th, 2006 at 02:47 pm
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[After a long trip on the subway she got kicked off for not having a ticket so she hopped onto a boat waiting to see where it pulled in. As soon as the boat docked she hopped off and ran]
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Wearing: Leather Pants, Black low cut top
Money: £950
Inventory:
Living: Flat One - Creaky Joes Flats - Manhatan
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Nicky Reefer
Moderator Street's are listenin'.... Member is offline
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Posted: May 14th, 2006 at 04:44 pm
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Nicky stepped off the boat, the wet boards moving slightly under his feet. First things first, coffee, then a house. He turned, waved at the retreating boat & the memories of LA.
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Wearing: Black boots, worn jeans, red army jacket over white t-shirt & kevlar vest
Money: $100
Inventory: Switch blade, rucksack with spray, CD player & cellphone. Little knitted bag with lighter, skins, cannabis.
Living: Flophouse in Coney
Owner of Gym in Coney
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Brie
Moderator Member is offline Try it!
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Posted: May 19th, 2006 at 01:35 pm
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Brie sigehd and stepped off the boat, the hood of the black hoddy Nicky had given her was pulled up and her har tucked out of sight, glancing around she took off at a fast walk towards the subway, she didnt relish being in Manhatten any longer than she should be and sighed. She changed her mind about going for the sbway train when she noticed two rough looking men, standing at the top of the pathway to the Docks, they looked as though they were waiting for someone and judgoing by their faces it wasnt so they could be nice, she sighed and slipped backwards staying hidden in the tourist crowd and slipped into an empty cab directing him to take her to ST Lukes. Sliding down in the seat she put her head behind her hand so she wouldnt be seen through the window. The cab took off into the city centre leaving the two men waiting for her getting impatient and bored.
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Gang:
Wearing: blue jeans, white tshirt, black hoodie, trainers
Money:$1030
Inventory: flick knife, plain silver cross, and charm bracelet
Living: Brie's place, The projects, Harlem
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Quade
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Posted: Dec 29th, 2006 at 09:45 am
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A gust of icy drizzle weeping from a slate grey sky greeted Tommy as he stepped onto the Manhatten docks. Pulling his windbreaker tight around his shoulders, he walked gingerly across the concrete surface of the quay, joining the throng of huddled former passengers making their way into town.
So this what it then, New York in all its soggy, lumionus glory. Tommy gave a weak smile through his scraggy beard, the soles of his chucks beating a wet rythem on the ground as he trotted on, a bag with all his worldly possessions slung over one shoulder.
That was when his journy into the rotten core of the Big Apple really began. He would remember it for a long time afterwards; the imprint of the sprawling NY behind that thin veil of cold drizzle, Manhatten's famous skyscrapers looming in the distance, dark and threatening etched into his retina for all posterity.
Oh yes. Tommy wasn't smiling now. He was grinning.
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