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.-





TungstenStrikeTungstenStrike : 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.






xXJadedAngelXx: The expolsion had left a bad ringing in the white haired girls ears. as she rushed out the aptartment buildings with everyone else. Breathing hard her body covered in soot and her clothes smelling like she had just smoked a cigarette. Then she had seen him. Fleeing the scene. The motherfucker that had blew up her aptarment. He was fleeing the scene! Luickly the building had not collapsed just yet. RUshing back in the girl went in grabbed her kitchen knife. WHich was made of the best surgical steel and had a full tang. Not bothering to conceal it. She ran as fast as she could down the street towards the man. Not one for cowardice she lifted her head up high coughing just a bit. A sshe held the knife out towards him. "Hey you mother fucker!" She yelled seriously pissed off at him as he had just blew up her home and no way was she moving to Little old Spring City Tennesse to live with her parents! She would have her revenge. Breathing heavy she waited for the man to turn around and acknowledge her.



CarbonxDeath: -While walking Cameron simply enjoyed the suns radiating heat upon his skin feeling pretty damn well today especially after randomly superman punching a guy, but the best part was he got to have a bit of fun with explosives and no cops had caught on. After a good five minutes though it turned out that had had partially miscalculated that no one had caught on yet when Cameron suddenly heard the sound of a female voice close to him calling him a motherfucker which only caused the male to stop walking and begin to laugh while turning around seeing this female with a knife. Silently for a Minute Cameron began to analyze the body of the female closely from head to toe first taking note of her clothing and possessions then he began looking at the more important things like the size of her breasts, the pretty rating of her face, and of course he had to at least try to get a glimpse of that ass before saying out loud to her “Look her lady… go on back to wherever you came from before you get raped.. you fuckin with a nigga who don’ give a fuck haha..” then turned back around and continued on walking staying fully on guard just in case she would try something stupid.-





KittySeraph: "Another boring day." Kitty sighed as she walked down the street, her boots kicking pebbles every now and then. She had yet another boring day in school and it seemed it was all the same each day, dull with a hint of dropdead boring. The school she attended was an elite private institution, but to her it was nothing but a building full of snotty spoiled brats and stuck up bitches. Adopted into a wealthy family, Kitty was raised in a strict manner, a little form of perfection in one tiny human being. Her father owning an entire chain of banks throught the country expected only the best of his daughter, gave her whatever she wanted and whenever she wanted but in return, never having time to be with her. Her mother was a perfect example of a lady; throwing charity parties, associating with high-class people and being very well known everywhere she'd step foot into. Despite all that, Kitty never asked for much, nor did she care about the upclass society, and blending in. Being 16 years old, she didn't take much interest in all the things her generation crazed about. Standing at barely 5 feet, her figure was small and fragile with pitch black hair that framed her pale face, her eyes were as dark as night and never resting as they bounced around her surrounding, closely inspecting every single detail. She was wearing her standard school uniform; white shirt and a black skirt but being childishly rebellious as she was, her thigh high stockings were all torn up and filled with holes. She loved that detail, especially since it drove her dearest mother insane and the look on her principal's face when he saw that for the first time was just priceless. Her schoolmates mostly avoided her thinking she was a mental case but to be fair, she tried her best to have it stay that way. The constant gossiping and nagging around the school halls utterly annoyed her and she tried her best to stay away from all the mess. Strolling down the street, she couldn't help but chuckle to herself and shake her head; yet another day she got away from Robert, poor guy. Robert was her personal driver, assigned to drive her to and from school. Kitty hated being forced to sit in a car like a spoiled brat so every now and then, she'd sneak out of school earlier just to avoid bumping into her driver. Some devil eating her from the inside forced her to turn around as she was walking, a split second later regretting her decision. She noticed two suited men not so far behind her and very well recognized them; her father's bodyguards, brute muscle with monkey brains. "Fucking great." Knowing her father sent his hired gorillas to find her and bring her home, she slightly picked up her pace and maneuvered between the crowd, keeping her head lowered. A quick peek behind her shoulder and her eyes met Paul's; one of the bodyguard. "Oh crap." Cursing silently, it took a second before she got her legs to start running, avoiding other people and stumbling along the way. Turning right, a cafe sign got caught in her eyesight and she rushed forwards, almost fully throwing herself at the doors. The doors shot wide open with a not so silent bang as her form barged inside and instantly shut the doors closed. Kit was panting and took a second to catch her breath before turning around on her heel and glancing across the room. A quite cafe, so it seemed. Still trying to reduce her heartbeat, she sneaked inside and to the closest table, dropping on one of the chairs. She took a deep breath and tried to calm her body as she waited for some kind of a service, stretching out to peek out of the window.



Guest_IRoyHarperI: - It was late afternoon and Jean; the French Little Devil of Venice was still asleep. He was dreaming about his past, when he had to suffer the long hardships of Prison for many years after mass murder and Aggreveated Robberies. The dream became more vivid as Jean was feeling becoming into a closed up room of Darkness; a pathway of where you couldnt escape. Few minutes later; Jean's dream fell apart from the loud tone of Jean's Iphone 5's text alarm. Because of this; Jean opened his hazel eyes back too reality and ruffling his black hair. In his mind, he questioned himself of who could be texting him at this time. Jean would then yawn and grab his bathrobe; taking the phone with him and going outside to his balcony, watching over the Rocky Island; Santa Calina which Jean's home was located in. He would then read the message of how he should meet in the Cafe to meet the youngest brother of the Family. He looked puzzled and read the name which was: " Ricardo Blaque." His eyes widened as he knew his mother and Father were planning to have a child; but he wasnt aware of it actually planning it.- " Well.. this should be interesting."- The French Little Devil of Venice would say in his deep and french thick accent; as Jean grew up with Ronald in france before Ronald's departure to the United Staes and Jean's departure too Venice in order to become an Artist. As he read the message; he would nod and decide to get prepared; watching his face and wearing his " Cavallani" black and white suit. Later on, Jean would put on his trench coat and equipped himself with these following weapons: The M4 Carbine, an semi-automatic rifle with the rate of fire of700–950 round/min cyclic; with an tactical scope attached to it. After this; Jean would set out to the Avalon Bay, incoporated city. After a few hours; Jean would be in the busy city of Los Angeles; where the Blaque Familgia was setted up. Jean would be riding on his motorbike; Ferrari Raptor 750 which had a link up gps communicator and also fire launchers. At the back of the motorbike, it was equipped with an rattling-fire Turret. 30 minutes later; Jean would get off his motorbike; parking it. With that; he grabbed out a box of " Marbollo." and took out a cigarrete; lighting it up and placing it on his mouth. After a few minutes; Jean would stroll to the Cafe; taking out the cigarrete to puff out the smoke and inhale it softly.






xXJadedAngelXx: Jade bit her lip listening to him trying to swallow down a cough from the amount of smoke she had inhaled. As he eyes her over he would find she had supple big breasts a tiny figure but not one that was skin and bones she was indeed curvy. Listening to his words she then ran off. Luickly her bike had been parked around the corner. Not being short on cash at all she got on her Ducati Monster 1200 s and started it up. With the bike roaring she got onto the sidewalk and started down it. People jumping out of the way. COming on her target quickly she rode ahead of him and then stopped it quickly. Making skid marks as she drifted around. Eyes narrowing as the sidewalk had been successfully cleared by the loud rumbling hsde got off the bike and held her knife as though an expert would. The back of the knife rested agnist the side of her arm hands culred around the handle. "I don't fucking care who you think you are. You blew up my house and killed my grandma." She siad simply. As she stepped towards him slashing the knife upwards at him starting from his hip and going upwards not going for a killing blow just trying to rip his jakcet. The knife was big and super sharp.








TungstenStrike: "Where the fuck is he!" Becoming ever so Impatient the male begins to think slightly as he'd suddenly begin to wonder when the older brother is coming to him, having heard of the many exploits that have happened when he went to Perdona and how well he has been doing for himself and the name Jean's brings when on the Jersey streets having been impressed with the weapons knowledge base and how that goes wanting too hear more of his older brother's experiences when he arrives to the family cafe curious enough wanting to know and hear more."Alright sense he isn't here yet lets see what kind of trouble can be caused let's look for a target." Ricardo starts thinking on whom the next possible target can be before offering a blink in surprise upon hearing the sound of what looks like an ambulance speeding down the road towards a disturbance that is seemingly close by , the male teen states out loud in a slightly surprised tone.'What the fuck just happened." Stating that rather loudly his voice travels across the cafe room startling the cashier slightly steadily waiting for something to happen, seeing the slightly older male something about him catches his gaze and with a devious chuckle that escapes his lips, the male offers a sadistic grin before his thoughts run through his head quietly thinking to himself stating ." Ah, this looks to be him time to test this mother fucker." The alpha male Dominance thing kicks in and without hesitation Ricardo stands up quickly from his seat positioning his right hand clenching his fist tightly and with a crazed look to him, he'd take off steadily moving towards the older male who'd just entered the building with light and quick footsteps not making a sound as they travel across the hardened floor moving towards one of the chairs located in the front table by the door once he'd reached it Ricardo grasp the chair legs that are placed at the back of the chairs picking it up and raising it so that the back legs are pressed against his for head , with the front legs pointing towards the male smoking the cigarette without hesitation Ron moves a couple inches to they are at least a 1 foot in front of them deciding to hurl the chair at the older male aiming it towards the upper body wanting to catch him completely by surprise the instinct kicking in now and wanting to cause early chaos and confusion looking to announce his arrival with a straight up brawl as the chair is hurled Ricardo yells. "Welcome to Vegas mother fucker!." Before moving towards him wanting to get up close and personal once the chair is close enough for him to dodge thinking the old male is going to catch the chair in order to dodge it knowing the door and the window are the only things behind it Ron prepares and dips low before extending his right leg out in a low sweeping position wanting to knock him on balance once the chair is successfully dodged.