"Drugs, weapons, gangs, violence, corrupt politicians....it's the stuff that fuels a peaceful societies nightmares. We want our children, our families, our friends and our neighbors to be safe. But, the Yankan and Inago have been coming in hot, feuding over who will win, who will gain control of our once thriving city at the expense of innocent lives. The government officials are doing everything they can to stop them, but they can't all be trusted either, can they? Life has been turned upside by the greedy and malicious hands of the gangs, officers and politicians and our once safe city, is no longer that. It is time for us to start picking sides, or hiding, because this is only the beginning the decline..."
A CRIME AND GANG ANIMANGA ROLEPLAY
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— Tik (08/14/22)
After four years of working on this plot and story- we are finally open. We're going to start small, but you'll see how quickly a city under so much opposing influence can begin to explode.
— Tik (08/06/22)
Inconspicuous motes of rock and gas radio telescope. As a patch of light, the carbon in our apple pies kindling the energy hidden in matter a billion trillion muse about! Made in the interiors of collapsing stars shores of the cosmic ocean laws of physics.
A cold breeze entered the room as Vin opened up the door to his small balcony. He'd made sure the door to the clinic room was closed, so his patient would not be disturbed. In truth, the boy had given him such a hard time he had considered opening up the window in that room and indirectly giving him a well-deserved cold. He had decided against it at the last minute, a rare sign of compassion towards the brat.[break][break]
Not the brat lying in his old repurposed bedroom, no. The other brat. The one standing in the middle of his living room, with the sweet pink hair and the bad habit of reminding him he was a brat once too. Taking in a generous breath of fresh air, he turned and walked inside again, comforted by the smell of iodine that had permeated the whole apartment by then. He didn't look at the girl at all, and instead passed by her, heading towards the narrow hallway that connected all the tiny rooms with each other.
"I only have tea and beer, and I'm not giving you beer," he called behind him, as he entered the kitchen.
[attr="class","ooc-area"]sorry, this is short — @reiko
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Reiko had met Vin when she was younger but couldn't really remember him. The only reason she was acting the way she had to him was simply because her father had told her all about him, including his alias and it was her job among others to see if she could encourage Vin back in the yankan gang. There were many reasons for why she found herself in Vin's presence. Many normally involving injury because either she was training with others in the yankan gang. Or she picked a fight with somebody else. It didn't matter because the only time she found herself here was when the injures required bandaging up. Who knew getting injured would give me the excuse needed to be here all the time. She thought to herself, not feeling ashamed at the idea of being in Vin's presence. She was wearing a tan top with short shorts.
When Vin had left her alone in the living room, it had been tempting for her to open the window, Not minding the risk of catching a cold, should that be a risk to her. Though Vin had come back before she had bothered doing so and before she got a chance to joke about it, he mentioned having tea and beer and how he planned on not giving her any beer. She followed him towards the kitchen. "That is alright. I'll get it myself." She joked, knowing that Vin had been implying that she wasn't going to get any of his beer. There is nothing better to sooth the soul than to drink after a good fight. She thought to herself, never viewing it as a good beating unless she won. To which this last time, she hadn't.
While he managed to keep a tidy apartment in general, his kitchen was always the exception to the rule. He spent the least amount of time in there, and so found little motivation to keep it clean. The counter was full of empty cans of various beverages, the sink full of dirty mugs, and the kitchen table still had leftover takeout from two days ago. At least it didn't smell that bad. Vin always left the kitchen window open, taking full advantage of the only window in the apartment with a screen, to keep the bugs out. Although, now that he looked at it again, it didn't seem so impenetrable, what with all the little holes time had drilled into it. He had to get that repaired. [break][break] His attention shifted from the window screen to the table, ignoring the girl's snarky remark behind him. He made quick work of moving the trash into the actual trash, and cleaning up the table as well as his energy allowed him at the time. When Reiko entered the kitchen, he made his way to the fridge and opened it himself, just in case the brat was feeling actually courageous today. "Sit," he told her, as he grabbed a can of cheap beer and and a piece of lemon pie, and closed the door behind him with his foot. "Here, you get cake for being a good patient this time." He flashed her a grand smile of irony that fell right after, and he turned to the counter to tackle the tea. [break][break] It was true enough, she had been a good patient. Especially compared to her friend asleep in the next room. But the problem with her weren't ever the injuries or her tolerance when being treated. She was a good fighter, he could tell. Bit too good for her age, like he had been all those years ago. And that was where the problem laid. With his back to her, he surveyed the limited options of tea flavors in the cupboard. "Did you eat today? I mean, food, not punches."
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Reiko watched silently as Vin moved the trash off of the table. Even if he hadn't bothered, she wouldn't have cared about such things but clearly Vin felt a need to clean before allowing her to relax in his kitchen. Or at least that is how she saw it. Vin opened the refrigerator himself and she chuckled. Well I mean I still might steal it. Watch out. She thought to herself, taking a seat shortly after Vin had told her to do so. I'm not doing it because you told me to. She thought to herself, just feeling like sitting down. Vin mentioned how she got cake for being a good patient this time. "Awww, no beer?" She teased, half expecting him to cave in because she was of age after all. Vin started on the tea and she sighed slightly. Why do I feel like he is treating me like some kid? I'm an adult... She thought to herself, half tempted to remind him but than again he was Mad Dog.
She couldn't help but feel a bit hesitant on what all she could get away with around him. Vin asked her a question and she couldn't help but recall her mother doing that in the past. "Jeez, why must you act like my mom?" She asked, side glancing slightly. Not that I'm complaining about him doing that... I sorta miss it and it isn't like father would ever ask me such things. She thought to herself, debating on being honest with Vin about it or not. "A sandwich... yes." She answered slowly before mumbling, "Last night."
[attr="class","text-area"] Her nerve to still ask for alcohol made Vin roll his eyes, as he picked out a sickly sweet flavor of strawberry tea and dowsed the cup with sugar before pouring in the boiling water. It was already getting darker outside, and if she was to leave this house in the middle of the night, patched up like a ragdoll, he could at the very least make sure she wasn't intoxicated even in the slightest. As for cavities, that wasn't his problem; he wasn't a dentist. Apparently though, he was acting like a mom. And he would have retaliated to that right away, but it hadn't been the first time he was accused of it. [break][break] He turned around, mug in hand, with a tired sigh, and opened his mouth to start, but he was silenced by the audacity of this girl. A sandwich, she'd said. Last night. Vin slammed the hot mug on the table in front of her, spilling a few drops on the varnished wood. "Last night?!" His voice was harsh and loud, and he only picked up the fact after he'd let it out. Taking a slow breath to calm down, he pushed back the stray hair around his face and looked at her right in the eyes, his voice settling into a low tone. "Do you want to die? Is that what you want? Should I rip off all the bandages and leave you to bleed out? Is my work worth nothing to you, brat? Huh?" You'd think he was about to throw a punch along with his taunts, but that would contradict his convoluted sentiment, so instead he paced around the small kitchen, dialing a number into his phone, barely taking his eyes off of her. "Last night... Your dad's rich enough to feed you, what are you eating sandwiches for, huh?!" A voice came on on the other side of the call and he lowered his abruptly, moving into the living room again to make a quick order.
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Reiko watched as Vin had turned around with the mug in his hand. Looks like if I want it. I'll have to get it myself. Too much effort. She thought to herself with disappointment, wishing that for once she could just have the damn alcohol. Vin slammed the mug down in front of her, the action didn't startle her as she found herself just staring at him dully. No. I don't want to die. She thought to herself, understanding why he bothered feeling this way in the first place. In her mind, it was his inner desire to save people which made her unhealthy eating habits a concern but it didn't change the fact that it was her life and she was alive so why focus on healthy dieting when she was doing just fine? Though the next few words from Vin got on her nerve. She watched him leave, taking a lot of effort to not follow after him right away. My father? She thought to herself, running her hand through her hair. He isn't required to take care of me anymore, nor would I demand him to. I'm an adult. I'll take care of myself. She thought to herself, before finally following Vin into the living room.
If he plans on removing my bandages for speaking my mind. So be it. She thought to herself. "My father's money doesn't concern me. I TAKE CARE OF MYSELF!" She shouted, huffing after her outburst. It was strange, Vin's moments of assisting her out had been nice at times, that is until he treated her like some kid that needed a parental figure watching out for her well being. She just didn't understand why he stressed so much over what she did with her life. Alright. I got two choices I could make. Throw his mug that has the tea in it or steal alcohol from his refrigerator. She thought to herself, feeling like either one would make her feel better right at the moment. Of course stealing alcohol would be less of a mess but she had yet to move from her spot in the living room.
[attr="class","text-area"] He frowned at the loudness of her voice behind him. The voice on the other side of the call recited back to him a rather large order of takeout, and Vin missed half of it. He dismissively confirmed it, before ending the call and turning to face his patient again. Her cheeks had taken on a pink shade that matched her hair after her small outburst, and he stood there staring at her for a moment. Quite healthy, aren't we? Throwing the phone on the couch, he stepped towards her with chin raised, intensely keeping eye contact. "I can see that," he replied nonchalantly, a contrast to the harshness of his words previously.[break][break]
As far as he knew, Saito, the elder, was a reckless man, dedicated to his cause, stopping at nothing to achieve the best he could achieve for the Yankan. Part of that had been training his own daughter to take after his mindless devotion to the gang, which had seemingly worked, and Vin had a bone to pick with that. Reiko, unlike her father, was young. And being young and reckless hit a nerve in him, and he had taken out on the wrong person. He ought to have thrown a few punches at the man behind this brat, but his absence had made things complicated. "So you'll be paying for our takeout then? Since you're so dependable and all." As he passed by her, heading back to the kitchen, he briefly messed with the back of head, ruffling her hair silently. [break][break]
Once he was back inside the crammed room with the screen window, he grabbed his can of beer in one hand, and started laying out whatever crude tableware he had in his kitchen drawers. "Stay and eat before you go," he called out to her casually, as if it was a request instead of an order.
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Reiko watched as Vin had tossed his phone onto the couch. Vin's words surprisingly came as a comfort as if he had heard what she was saying. Finally being recognized as what her father had intended for her to be. Capable of taking care of herself even if times were rough. Granted there was more to her raising than just that but right at the moment the rest didn't concern her. Only the fact of being acknowledged that she was old enough to take care of herself and that she was reliable enough to do so. She sighed when Vin asked his question, first believing him serious as he passed her, only to believe he was joking when he had ruffled her hair. "Not likely." She answered in return as she turned to watch Vin head back into the kitchen, slowly following in after him. Vin was setting tableware on the table and she found herself staring, going against her previous options of desiring to throw the tea cup or stealing his alcohol.
Vin made his comment and she slowly moved back to the table, once more near the tea he had placed on the table prior. "Are you not sharing your alcohol with me because you bought it yourself or is it the fact I look too young?" She asked, curious because he had a beer in his hand. Why he wouldn't share his alcohol with her was beyond her and she couldn't help but desire the reason as of why.
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