"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 (08/06/22)
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Seeing the man get up, Vin turned to rush out and away from the crowd. He'd already picked up a few whispers and several pairs of eyes darting his way, and his hand was twitching. Staying any longer in this place, he feared there'd be more than one injured wreck to take care of. He paused to look back at the sound a stumble, but there was no fall, his patient's friend had taken care of that, so he continued his quick walk through the mass of people and up the stairs.
As if blind to the more obvious stares of the patrons in the ground floor bar, he walked with eyes locked on the door, and only stopped to check behind him once he was enveloped by the quiet chill of the night air outside. The twitching in his hand finally ceased. "Don't play tough, it strains your wounds. Lean more on him," he said calmly, and pointed at the man's friend. It was more an instinct than an observation. Seeing the image behind him, he was reminded of times and situations where his position had been different. He'd played both the patient and the friend, and in both cases, he knew the one with the cuts usually preferred to pretend they didn't possess such cuts.
The building was close, only two blocks away, and in a few minutes' time, they'd reached the mass of red and golden lights that buzzed beneath Vin's home. He directed the both of them to the side of the building, where they were faced with a steep flight of stairs. "Right," he sighed. Without another word, he placed himself on the other side of the injured man, and threaded an arm beneath his, making himself into a second crouch. There was no fuss on his part, as they climbed up the stairs. His patient was light enough for him to carry him alone, but the friend on the other side kept him from saying that out loud. It was good to have friends willing to help you. He also chose not to say that out loud.
Once at the top, he put his bag down and fished out the keys from his backpocket, opening the door and pulling the two inside. The hallways were narrow, and it took a bit of side-stepping to get the man inside the repurposed bedroom and onto the clinic bed. Without looking at the third person in the room, he started gathering his tool and spoke. "You go wait inside. Don't make too much noise. There's beer in the fridge." Just to make a point of wanting the room emptied, he ushered the other man outside and closed the door behind him. "You," he pointed to his patient, and was going to continue his sentence, but he closed his mouth instead and moved closer.
There really was a mess in front of him. Gashes and bruises, there was plenty of variety. Vin frowned, as he put on a pair of clean gloves, and started grabbing at the man's arms and face again. After getting a better overview of the damage, he took a step back, and repeated, finger raised. "You," he said slowly, a mild frown ever-present on his face. "Take that off," his finger lowered towards the man's shirt. If it could even be called that by that point.
[attr="class","text-area"] With an inaudible "hop", he readjusted the two paper bags in his arms. Mom was fine, and they didn't want his pity. Right. If he had been any less pessimistic, he'd even believe they were living a nice little quiet life away from the gangs. But he was very pessimistic, and he also wasn't stupid. Their demeanor did not even hint at a leisurely life, and their attitude, although restrained, was still the same one that couldn't go for long without punching someone's face. He'd seen a change, but it wasn't the sort of change that made one quit.[break][break]
All this time, with all these brats coming in and out of his house, he had never inquired as to who started up the Yankan again. None of them spoke about it, and he suspected that most didn't know anything about it in the first place. Of course, a big organization would never fall completely, he'd known that even when he left, with the leaders put down and most assets ceased. But it wasn't his business, and he didn't want it to be his business either, so he'd closed his eyes and his ears, and when he opened them again, the old name rang from afar, and he kept it at a distance as much as he could. There had been plenty potentials who would take up the reins without a second thought. Maybe mom got out of prison too, he didn't keep up. His eyes darted to the side, falling on WR again.[break][break]
Surely not.[break][break]
He continued the walk in silence, not for a lack of questions. A few blocks down he turned the corner, and they finally came face-to-face with the familiar two-story building. The lights downstairs were on, the front door slightly ajar like always, red and gold and the mess of perfumes trailing out through the small opening. Vin pushed both bags under one arm, and struggled to fish out a single key from his pocket. Once he caught the edge of it and pulled it out, he tossed it to WR, a moment before the bags threatened to fall our of his grasp. He distributed the weight again between his two arms and nodded to the stairs on the side of the building. "Go ahead, I won't be long," he paused for a moment, as if debating something. And then just as quickly he gave in. "There's beer in the fridge. I'll cook upstairs. Go sit in the living room and wait." [break][break]
The sun had almost hid by now, and the street lights -the ones that had not already been smashed- started flickering on. "Don't mess with my stuff too much," he called out behind him, and pushed open the door further, disappearing inside.
[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.
lieko vonvertex && Vin Lao alrighty, many solid reasons for lieko to have vin be his regular doctor, and vin would definitely take to hanging out with him outside work hours! sounds great to me!! flirting mixed with banter would be really fun too if lieko is that kinda person, though vinnie is very rusty in that first department LMAO i can totally whip up a starter when i finish up one of my active ones bc i can't handle more than 4 at a time pff really sorry about that!! we can do a short phone thread though if you want? (that maybe leads up to first thread?) i can start it too
lieko vonvertex && Vin Lao oooh i like it, this sounds fun!! vin has a sharp tongue towards gang peeps, only because he knows what kind of an endless pit it is for young people, but i think he'd be more lenient to someone who fights as an actual job (and has the choice to quit whenever he wants). he'd probably still nag lieko a bit about "being careful" and all that, but he does need someone to chill with (even if he doesn't wanna admit it) so he would for sure be down to be drinking buddies, and might even be positively flustered that someone would be willing to step up for him (he's only ever had his mentor do that for him and that was way too long ago). i'm thinking also, to make this make more sense, maybe vin ended up saving lieko at a very critical point? and that's why lieko treats him so well and prefers to go to him instead of a hospital (i'm assuming he has every right to go to a hospital since he's not doing anything illegal).
[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.
Slow days were a rarity in this god-forsaken town, so any time he stubbled upon one of them, he made sure to take full advantage of it. In the morning, he kicked out a patient who had deemed herself well enough to walk out of the clinic room and into the kitchen to make more of a mess of it than it already was, and, after making sure the rest of the morning would be free, he rushed through thorough cleaning of the whole house. After lunch he repaired the broken screen on the kitchen window, and even went out and restocked on essentials that he had never considered to be essentials until there was a lack of them. [break][break] And still, in the middle of everything, every couple of hours, he found himself standing still close to the door of his apartment, hearing ghost footsteps on the stairs and waiting for a beat-up kid to burst through his door. They didn't. When the sun was fully hidden and the moon had taking its place, he even started getting worried. Had the gang wars stopped? Had there been some catastrophic event in Keibetsu that killed everyone, and he'd missed it? Surely not. With an open can in one hand and the other helping him lean on the railing of his tiny living-room balcony, he tried to reward himself for all the hard work of the day, but he just couldn't relax. His palms were itching, and his foot wouldn't stop tapping on the floor. Maybe he could do one more sweep of the clinic room. Being cleaner than clean never hurt. He discarded the thought immediately at the sight of a distressed man on the road below him. He didn't even bother to wait and see if the girls downstairs would point upwards, as he walked back inside his apartment, leaving his cold beer on the coffee table. [break][break] By the time the visitor had reached his door, Vin was ready to depart. With tools in hand, he followed his guide down the road and into a stingy but familiar bar, filled with faces he knew, and some he didn't. He generally avoided these place, lest he be addressed as someone he no longer was, and not trusting his instincts to ignore it. But he had been here before. It was close to his home, and a great source of work for a doctor of his reputation. Usually they knew to just walk up the road and not bother him to come to them, but apparently this one was a bit more gnarly than the norm. [break][break] They quickly descended down the stairs in the back of the bar. The only lightbulb hanging from the ceiling was on its last legs, flickering at least three times during their short trip. Of course, the lighting was even worse in the basement. A mass of people took up most of the space, and the air was rancid. He was guided through them to the other side of the open space, and presented with a sight he should have been immune to. A young man lay on the ground, with a body dipped in blood and sweat, a lit cigarette between his lips, and Vin felt the blood rush to his head in an instant. [break][break] He had been calm on the way here; more than calm. He had been relieved to get some actual work done, to keep the routine going, and his mind away from things outside of it. He should have expected this, but he had been distracted. Images of someone familiar to him flashed through his eyes, and he tried to push them back to where they always hid, as he crouched down and yanked the cigarette from the man's lips. "Do you have a death wish?," he spat at his patient, stubbing it out and throwing it to the side. Without notice, he grabbed the man's face with one hand and turned it both sides to start ascertaining the damage, before moving on to other parts of the body, with equal force in every touch, caring little for any extra pain he might have caused. [break][break] The multiple stab wounds and slashes were alarming to say the least. He was about to ask what madman would take on a fight that involved knives, but he bit his words back and instead turned to the one who had brought him there. "I need clean space. And quiet. A quick patch job isn't gonna be enough for this." Looking down at the aforementioned madman again, he extended a hand. "Can you stand? Or will I have to drag you back to my place?"
[attr="class","ooc-area"]he can't carry him bridal style, his back hurts from old age — QUIN RYZHKOV
[attr="class","text-area"] The bag continued dripping, a drop every few seconds, a steady beat, as the two fell into step with each other. They walked close to each other, their elbows almost touching from time to time, but Vin felt like they were on opposite roads. The initial surge of intensity he'd felt when he first saw WR had slowly subsided, retracting itself in a deeper part of him, and a weary silence took its place. It was an instinctive process really. He had forced himself to forget so many times in the past, and now his body did it on each own. This time, though, it felt wrong.[break][break]
He looked at the person next to him with the corner of his eye, up and down, and then up again, noting the harsh lines contorting their face. They really hadn't change much. There was something different in the eyes, but it was not alien. He knew what it was, he'd seen it in the mirror many times when he was younger. And it would have persisted, if it hadn't been for the girls he was carrying these now deteriorating ingredients in his arms. A sense of guilt came over him, and he was at a loss with what to do with it. He had always felt guilt for the things he did, but it was rarely ever for things he didn't do.[break][break]
"How's your mother been?" He didn't look at her, and instead spoke into the air in front of them. No matter the mess inside, his instinct told him to keep it in there, so he did. They could both deal with one mess at a time, and his did not feel like a priority.
[attr="class","text-area"] The paper bag dropping to the ground didn't even make him flinch. The voice did, though. "Ayo, that mouth of yours," he muttered under his breath as he popped the half-eaten lollipop out of his mouth and tossed it to the side of the road with a flick of his fingers. Shaking his head disapprovingly, he bent down and picked up the bag with his free hand. His eyes travelled down to the person standing in front of him again, as he straightened back up to his full height.[break][break]
The first thing he thought, was that they hadn't grown much. It had been more than eight years now since he had last seen the little flame of the Yankan's bosses, and still they managed to unlock a part of his insides he had put out of sight. The more he looked, the more his body tensed, his arm ready to discard the bag and throw a punch instead. Not at them specifically, although their words weren't helping.[break][break]
"Brat, you shouldn't speak to your elders that way, you'll get beat up if you're not careful." He spoke casually, not meaning any of it as a threat, although the unexpected edge that had resurfaced in him might have strayed the tone of his voice. He tried to compose himself, as he walked passed them, and slowly continued his way back home. The past was the past. He didn't need any more reminders of it than were necessary. To be more frank, he didn't want them at all. And yet.[break][break]
He stopped briefly, after only a few feet. "You didn't eat today, did you? Bet you're all skin and bones under that bodybag you're wearing." Something in the bag he had dropped had started dripping through and into his palm. Shit.
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."
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
[attr="class","text-area"] He'd been walking for about half an hour now. He knew, because he had been stubbornly counting the seconds from the moment the little door-bell rang as he exited the convenience store at the edge of Uptown. It was an oddly long trip, made even longer when you took into account the alarming change in scenery the further in you walked into the projects, even for him, a resident of the slums. With a flip of his tongue, he shifted the lemon-flavored lollipop to the other side of his mouth, as he looked up at the afternoon sky. "Ah... I'm late..." The seconds ticking in his head slowly faded, as the the neighborhood around him stirred from its daytime sleep, and all sort of noises started to fill in the quiet of the afternoon.[break][break]
He had promised the girls to make them dinner today, and had spent an unholy amount of his money on fresh vegetables. He had even bought beef in secret, and this time enough for everyone to eat two dishes. Now his expensive ingredients sat neatly in their two massive paper bags, each one on either side of him, huddled in a soft embrace. It was time to sulk. They wouldn't mind eating later, of course. They wouldn't even mention him being late. But the guilt had crept into his mind already, and his lollipop had started going too sour, even for him.[break][break]
Stopping his lazy stride, he looked around briefly for a place to leave the bags and free his hand so he could be rid of it. And as if on que, he seemed to manifest what could, in his eyes, amount to a temporary shelf. "Oi," he tilted his head up and to the side, looking down at someone he should definitely not be looking down at. "Help this old man out, will ya?" Without a second thought, Vin, the retired Mad Dog of the Yankan, shoved an almost soggy bag of vegetables onto his old bosses' kid. He was running late after all. To hell with formalities.
@reiko && Vin Lao everything sounds great to me! we can go with reiko being a menace and trying to bring him back and vin having none of it and trying to flip it on her to leave the yankan. regardless, i think he might see a bit of himself in her and still dote on her no matter her behavior. i can start a thread for us if you like (or you can make one, whatever you prefer)? just mssg me on discord!
@reiko && Vin Lao i imagine she was very young when vin was still the mad dog of the yankan, so she probably knows him better as the doctor. maybe her father has mentioned his past to her, so she went up to him and called him by his old nickname, got chewed out by him, and then either decided not to call him that again, or decided it was fun to agitate him? that's up to you, but if she decided to refrain from rubbing old wounds, he would probably end up dotting on her a lot, considering his past. maybe he would even try to convince her off handedly that being in a gang isn't all that fun or smart, and they can have that "nagging old uncle and rudely dismissive young niece" kind of dynamic? that sounds kinda fun to me! she's an active member of yankan, right? so she is bound to end up at the clinit after fights, even just to bring in other injured people
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