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Really nice rap video, good and talented! Looking forward for more.
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Love the RP this faction is providing. Always fun and quality interactions. Excited for the future!
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-家庭-
(Family)
(Make sure to read part one here!)
---“Thomas, we’ve got a job to do. Come to my apartment.”
As requested, the man with the Top Hat got into his Maibatsu Penumbra, ready to complete a mission.
Arriving at Richards Majestics apartment complex, Chris filled him in on the phone call he just received from Lu Weng, the owner of the hair salon in Little Seoul.
“Her brother?” Chris only nodded to the perplexed Thomas.
“Let’s go.”
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Keeping Little Seoul’s population happy and satisfied is a top priority for the Four Seas Order. This request in particular was of importance to the business owner and a true test for the Order. So not wasting any time, the two men spoke to their leader, informing her about the mission.
“Consider it done.”
Fortunately, Chi “Charlie” Lau still had contacts in China that would be able to help fulfill this request.Due to the careful planning and the risk that came with it, setting everything up, making sure that everything would work seamlessly, the task took a while until it got to the final stages.
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Chris got up extra early and could not stop looking at his wristwatch for the entire early hours that he was awake. This one was important and they were eager to deliver good news to the hair salon. At last, he received the call that he was waiting for.
“Ship’s about to arrive, get down here.”
Without hesitation, Chris and Thomas got into the vehicle of choice - The Burrito.
Piece of crap van really, but it did the job.
As slow and unassuming as possible, the Order made its way out of their trusted neighborhood of the neon-lit Little Seoul to the dark and damp corners of the cargo docks in the south of the city.
The dock worker that had generously enough accepted some money looked the other way as the van pulled in.
“I think that’s it over there.”
Approaching the large cargo ship, Chris still caught himself holding his breath from time to time. The job was not done yet and if they were to get caught now, who knows what that could mean for future operations? Thomas kept him focussed, tapping him on the shoulder repeatedly.
“Focus.”
The two men got out of the vehicle and stepped into the cold and quiet of the early morning, the only thing keeping them company the creaking of the rusty vessel that was in front of them.
“H-hello?”
Startled by the unfamiliar voice, their gazes wandered from side to side until they spotted an Asian looking man staring at them from the shadows. Chris removed a photograph from his suit pocket, comparing the image to the man that was standing in front of them.
“That’s him.”
Their calculating, wary faces turned to smiles as both men approached Lu Weng’s brother.
“Welcome to Los Santos.”
Chris handed him the fake id, that the Order had prepared with the help of Little Seoul’s print shop and the three got in the van and drove back to Little Seoul, stopping in front of the hair salon.
Thomas rummaged through his bag, retrieving an envelope full of cash, handing it to the man.
“To get you started.”
Seeing the smiles upon the Lu family’s faces as they embraced in front of the salon made on thing clear:
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Good first interaction. Best of luck to you guys, keep grinding!
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From the ground up, good shit lads!
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無情的現實
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(Harsh Reality)
They arrived at a location, where no one could see or hear them. The one man, taking the victim out of the trunk and slamming him upright next to a metal beam, the other two men, taking a rope, tying the arms of the unconscious body firmly around it.
With a splash of water in his face, the man had awakened.
“You have changed. You are a fool, you are a failure. You are trash, waste. You are nothing. Look at you! You failed. You failed in life, you failed me.”
You could hear the disappointment in his voice, you could feel the pain. You could see a man suffering, a man not wanting to lose. You could see the void in the cold and shocked face of the man - he didn’t want to let go. He wants to save him - he wants to save his family.
“I dragged you out of this shithole. I helped you to become the person you are, the person you were. I gave you family, I gave you a meaning in life. I was there for you and you have nothing better to do than to throw away everything? Everything you have worked for? Everything you have cared for?.”
“You never even asked me how I do. You never even texted me once and yet you expect me to be happy? Yet you expect me to be myself, Th-”
The pistol whip that he received, made Quentin relive his past of former glory.
Manager at DCC and Weazel, Real Estate Agency, Co-Owner of a gun store - he lived the life that some people could only dream of. The bigger you are, the harder you fall.“Shut the fuck up! Did I allow you to talk?”
Thomas glanced to his side to see Edward Bronson and Connor Cee silently observing the spectacle. Overcome with emotions himself Edward decided to speak to Quentin.
“This man gave you everything and you decide to throw it away? Me and Connor owe you, Quentin. We don’t have to do it that way. Right now, your life depends on us. We could simply end it right here, it would make this whole thing a lot easier for us. And yet we are here, giving you a second chance. A chance to change your life from this shithole.”
Quentin, whose body must have been 80% drugs at this point, worked up the power to respond.
“Th- Thomas. All this time I have been working. All my life I tried to show my full potential just to get disrespected by everyone on my way. I have had enough of this shit, I don’t care anymore. I don’t want to anymore, it’s enough.”
With tears dropping down his face, Thomas lifted up his pistol with his right hand, lifting up Quentin's chin with the other. He puts the barrel into his mouth.
“Listen. Everyone hated you, they wanted you to get out of this shitshow of a job. I was there to give you a new life in FSO, I was there to help you. Yet you decided to throw it away, look at you know. We sell this shit Quentin, we sell this to human trash, from which we can profit off. People, who have absolutely nothing - that’s easy money.
You aren’t any different from them right now, you are trash, humiliating. You aren’t you - I could end it all right here, right now. You have two options, no in between:
1. You are going to change. You drop all this bullshit. You stop taking drugs, you stop killing yourself each day over and over again.
2. You die a lonely death, without anyone caring for you. Take all the drugs you want, I don’t even need to pull the trigger, you will die out eventually, without any meaning in life.”
Thomas pulls out the barrel of his gun, looking over to Edward and Connor and back to the lifeless body of what Quentin has become.
Quentin looks into the faces of his friends, barely avoiding eye contact, before he mumbles “Number One”.
He could only look on as Edward threw away his bags filled with drugs into the nearby river.
“Cut him loose.”
Edward, Connor and Thomas got in the car, leaving Quentin and his thoughts behind them.
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Hello maxime great story!
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love the development, well done! Can't wait for the next part
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Love to RP with this faction, always a fun and chill time!
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調整項
(Adjustments)
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With the reopening of the “Lau’s Noodle House” coming closer, the chefs team decided that it was time for some major adjustments.
After gathering up, they went over some typical chinese dishes, preparing them, testing out their own interpretations and finally tasting them. With all that work, the staff was convinced that they had exhausted all the possibilities for a perfect menu.
There it was - the official restaurant menu for the “Lau’s Noodle House”.
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I would keep NLR the way it is right now, to stop random conflicts from happening, and I would make the following changes:
- I would allow civilian (factions with handlers that are not official) to file a war application against another gang.
- There would be no allies allowed in the actual fighting.
I agree with a lot of things from both sides, there are pros and cons. I feel like your suggestion would actually be a good first step to get things going with allowing non official gangs to have "official" wars.
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Always great RP with this faction and nice posts, keep it up!
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Feel like this is a really necessary addition, +1 from me.
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時間
(Time)
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- Thomas Beaulieu - Chapter 2 -
Time has passed. Things have changed in the city. More and more people got out for their voice to be heard. More and more people wanted change.
More and more the government used force to silence the weak, to silence the voice of the people. Humans who wanted to achieve something were labeled as thugs, terrorists, and criminals.
They didn’t want people to be able to talk over them.
Thomas has seen enough. Enough of everything. He also was one of them. He wanted to achieve change – achieve greatness. Help the city and its citizens, help his friends and his family – he wanted to help himself to get out of the whole, he buried himself in.
He needed people, people with the same mindset, the same interests. He wanted people, who are able to love, who are able to achieve things - people who he can call family again.
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Good luck, Jace. Always fun RPing with you, I wish you the best!
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it seems like yall 6 gangs are just buthurt one time something didnt go your way deal with it icly and ill quote you brandon how can you say they can have official if if you even dont know how they organize icly and rp icly
Stop putting IC-things into an OOC-discussion, please
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發育
(Development)
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- Thomas Beaulieu - Chapter 1 -
„You are sitting here all quiet for about 2 hours. I’m getting curious. Tell me, who are you?” The bartender asked.
“Interesting question.”, the unknown man answered, while slowly drinking his glass of whiskey. “Does anyone know who I am? Do you know who I am? Hell, do even I know who I am?” The man closes his eyes and exhales slowly.
“Thomas.” He nods. “Thomas Beaulieu. A poet, 34 years old. Travelled here all the way from Paris, for this one question.” He pauses. “I’m trying to get to know the person behind this name, behind this face.”
Thomas Beaulieu is a man, who is trying his best to keep up with the world. He is a traveler, trying to explore everything there is. Spain, India, Germany, Italy, Scotland and many more places weren’t enough to satisfy him, to give him the feeling of being wanted, to give him the feeling of being enough, to give him the feeling of being himself.
It was another trip as usual for Thomas, he packed his clothes, packed a bunch of food, and traveled without a proper reason to a country, a city, which would change his life entirely.
Paleto Bay – a small city in the state of San Andreas. What looks like another boring city, filled with nothing but uninteresting people, turned out to be the exact opposite. It would turn out to be the best decision Thomas had ever made, changing his views completely.
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LSMC!
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Always wanted some type of cult, let's see how this one will turn out! Good luck!
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Let's go, good to have you back!
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Damn, that sounds really really cool and exciting. Interested where this is going. Following this, good luck!