CarbonxDeath: -Cameron had been walking down the streets of west side L.A for about ten minutes now just getting himself some fresh air and chilling after his little situation in an apartment complex, that merely led to the male having to blow up the third floor and leave without suspicion. Ambulances, fire trucks and police cars came rushing in and out of the heavy traffic on the roads with their sirens blasting loud while the pedestrians Cameron was surrounded by turned and look in question of what type of emergency had happened that was this bad, yet Cameron seemed to be the only one to keep walking minding his business with a grin upon his lips. While being a 5”8 dark skinned male, Cameron was also a very muscular eighteen year old who wore a double jacket with a hood having the inside jacket be grey including the hood and the outside one be black while also having a few tattoo’s shown since the sleeves were rolled up to the center of his arms, a black jansport backpack, some average green camp pants, black boots, and of course some weapons concealed on him while also having his signature and very stylish black shades upon his face which concealed his eyes perfectly while the male continue to stroll down the curb turning left onto a different corner which led to him bumping into another male about the same height. “Mothafucka…. Watch where you walkin bitch…” said the male who had been bumped into by Cameron, and that wasn’t to smart of ann idea because once those words registered inside Cameron’s head he quickly faced the male taking two quick steps before leaping into the air cocking his right arms back and sent a superman punch directly into the center of the guys face causing him to fall backwards while slamming into a light pole and lay on the ground unconscious while his nose bled.Many pedestrians looked at the two with wide eyes but Cameron simply stood back up straight coughing slightly and yelled out “Fuck you bitch ass hoes looking at..” then just snickered a bit and continued walking on hoping to reach the café soon.-









Ricardo  Blaque, the youngest of the  Blaque siblings   and looking to make  a name for himself, however  before that   the main goal is to track down  both of his brothers  letting them  know the situation, currently the time is  11:30am  and  the  traffic  is moving steadily  along the  old  bank district  heading towards    a  local  cafe  that is placed at the corner  of the  cafe  the  large double doors   and  the sign  saying  open    puts a smile on his facial  appearance taking in the  sight   with a  slight hum  of  approval  knowing his search so far  has been successful  after finding  Ron and   the two establishing   contact for the first time in years,  the next step  is finding  his brother Jean  Blaque   whom  is the  brother  who  he has got his impulsive side from apparently. The  steady  breeze and the blazing sun    that is currently blazing down on the  street     60 degrees and  the day is just  starting for some, today is going to be interesting that is for sure,  Ricardo    stands at a diminutive    5 foot 11 weighing   150 pounds  with a lean  build  to  the diminutive size of the juvenile delinquent,,  jet  black hair   that is done in a slick  curly  motion  the ebony complexion is toned and defined  for his age  yet still it manages  to keep his youthful stature currently wearing a pair  nike air forces  that cover his feet  a black jeans  pants that covers  his legs and a phantom white  T shirt to cover his  chiseled frame  adjusted on his hip is a  Heckler and Koch  P-30  fully loaded  semi auto matic assault weapon and  on his  belt are  two custom made  black pouches to suit the  M67's that are located in the  first pouch and the British L83A1 smoke grenade which is filled  with   white phosphorus  are rested  neatly  in  the   custom  made  grenade pouches  ,  the facial structure  of  Ricardo  is one of a silky smooth  demeanor  the juvenile delinquent  dark brown  orbs   peer across the  scene that he comes   across  noticing that this  must be the place, currently  bristling with movement   with customers   going in and out of it. "Looks like  it's open."Speaking in a low  tone  that is laced  with absolutely curiosity  as  place   his right hand on the door  frame   pushing the door  that clearly says  push  and allowing it  to close lightly,  taking in the surroundings  with a  mischievous smile   on his facial expression taking  in the sight of the cafe  in-front of him  with a  small chuckle escaping his lips,  The cafe  Itself  was designed  in such a way  that the  layout out of the building was absolutely superb,  the    brown interior   and the homey feel of the  cafe  was   an instant  hit  with him,   the dark brown  orbs continue to peer around the  large space, they  are currently about  15 tables that can  host   a set of  four leather chairs,     a  coffee   machine that is loaded to the brim and ready for use  neatly   lashed in the  corner of the room  along with the cash  register  and the   clerk behind it noticing  she is  a blonde,   looks to be around  5 11 and  c-cup breast  noticing she is  the only one  working currently  he'd  wait and  stroll  into one of the chairs   located in the back of the  club,   tentatively and  cautiously taking this  all in  with a  satisfied  smirk on his  face,  Not too long ago Ron had given him a list of people to call to find out  more and one of them is  his older brother  Jean  reaching into his pocket  that is currently  carrying the Samsung  Galaxy  S4   that is fully charged and  He'd  reach for the numbers with his index fingertips  pressing the buttons and sending his brother  a text that states - Come to the cafe,  the youngest brother of the family  wants to  see you.- Placing the  phone on the table as he'd  wait for the older male to arrive  wanting too  relax and see what's in store for him today.