Shining0103

Despite everything coming to an end, the time I had with FSO was the best thing I could've asked for on the server since I joined. Thank you so much Chi for the all the work you've put in the faction, setting up a new example on how the RP can go beyond the gang diplomacy, shootouts, or anything scrip-related, and I have to personally thank you for giving me the opportunity to be part of it. FSO is, and will remain, one of the best. I'll always lowkey hope for a comeback, but other than that, I wish you the best of luck.

+1 Lots of good ideas that could make PrisonRP more interesting, especially when prison time is +5hrs

Thanks guys! Had so much fun with the rp that night (Wish the alias was correct tho )

"Let's go for a walk, shall we?" It was 2.30 am when Ling and Tommy decided it was time for a little patrol ride through the streets of Strawberry. With guns pinned to their belts, wrapped in their sweatshirts, they began to walk, glancing around ready to intervene. The sound of snow crunching under their footsteps was accompanied by the echoes of the sirens of emergency vehicles whizzing frantically through the streets of Los Santos. They avoided speaking aloud as if the walls themselves could hear them. Chi entrusted them to take care of Strawberry's surroundings, especially after she helped the asian families that were snuggling inside the country to move inside the small residence complex, and to top it all off, to find out as much as they could about the laundromat down the street. Tommy leaned on the laundromat roof’s ledge, lighting up a cigarette between his lips as the whole matter was being discussed. The night wasn’t over yet when the sound of a broken window caught their attention. Parking their cars on the side, they unholstered the guns, slowly approaching inside the yard of the house. Every light was still turned off when they reached the back entrance, the glass broke at the handle’s height. No sight of the thief, unfortunately... “Hello? Anyone there?” Small, dragged steps slowly approached the door, revealing a short woman in her 40s, Asian at first sight, trembling in her nightgown peaking through the window. Shifting her gaze towards Tommy, Ling nodded once as she hid her gun under the sweatshirt again along with him. Tommy took the lead, stepping ahead in order to calmly talk with the lady and bring some reassurance. Once the scare of the attempted robbery was gone, the kind lady invited Tommy inside for some tea, a perfect opportunity for a talk about the neighborhood and the laundromat’s past. “People are getting house-robbed almost every week sir, we’ve seen lowriders passing by and everyone’s scared to get out...But our families have been helped recently! There’s this lady, Chi Lau, who helped my cousin’s family to move into the residence. She also runs the Noodle House if I’m not wrong, she might be interested in the laundromat?” Tommy cracked up a smile hearing those words, nodding slowly, giving a little stir at the cup of tea in his hands. “Yes, that’s my family. Though I have to say I never buy something without having a first look at it. Tell me more about the laundromat past owners.” “Ok, so..” The gold letters on top of the envelope made clear Ling’s intentions, or more precisely, the Lau’s foundation, over Strawberry's territory. “Suds Lau Laundromat” A bunch of papers and documents were peeking through the envelope’s corners, all previously compiled, the contract’s terms established within the Lau’s interests. Ling Lau and Tommy Lau were signed respectively as Owner and Co-Owner of the business. Handling the envelope to Mr.Shin, Ling started explaining what the aim of it was, how socially helpful it could’ve been for the community. Of course, while covering the money launder. Manipulating the books carefully enough, they would’ve kept clean every single dollar made from the bank and store robberies. Confident, she pulled out of the car’s trunk a briefcase, unlocking the security locks before slowly opening it up. 1 Million dollars, all cash, were laying at the bottom. 一百万。我认为这是一个公平的报价，因为它将被翻新。 “One million. I think it's a fair offer since it's gonna be renovated.” The well-dressed man, Mr.Shin, looked over the money, nodding once with a serious look on his face. Gracefully placing the envelope under his shoulder, he proceeded to lock the briefcase, pulling it away from the car trunk. “Always a pleasure to deal with you, Ms.Lau.”

+1

"10, 20, 30k.." Park Sang-Ook seemed to be looking at them from top to bottom with a spark of curiosity in his eyes, leaning against the wall of that alley, tight in his leather jacket on that gloomy November evening. Jerome and Chris were busy counting the wads as they pulled them out of the heavy bags on their backs, an interesting loot provided a few hours earlier, directly from the bank robbery of the day. "It's been a while since the last order. Four Seas Order, right?" With the war that had torn the city in past months and the disappearance of the Triads, the Imports had been slowly stopped, and for the Korean representatives all around Little Seoul, there was nothing left to do other than watching and waiting diligently for someone they could’ve counted on just enough. A crowd of people had tried to convince them and earn their trust, some more or less with lots of drugs and money to launder. Chris nodded as Jerome and him kept handing the dubious man bill after bill, the flow of money seeming endless. Once both bags had been emptied, the launderer’s suspicious gaze turned into a wide grin. “It’s a pleasure to talk about business with you guys, but we’ll need more than this.” “We?” Park Sang-Ook chuckled, placing the bags full of money at his feet before pointing carelessly at the alley’s entrance on his right. A palace right next to the shrine could be seen from the small glimpse. “There’s a man, right in between those buildings, that takes care of drugs and such IF you’ve already got something to sell.” The Four Seas Order, now with the means to import weapons and several other illegal goods, reached out to Daichead Gadaí, offering such things in exchange for the supplies needed by the traffickers. With the deals being made, it was now time to establish the Order’s power over Little Seoul.

+1 Would be great not to focus everything on just one table and see labs a bit more alive

Leaves were starting to fall from the trees around the city as October was coming to an end, and with them, the citizens of Los Santos were preparing themselves for Halloween. Aztecas, in particular, were preparing themselves for the night of the 1st of November, the “Día de Los /Muertos”, where traditionally the souls of the dead come back to earth to visit the living. Being similar to Chinese traditions, it was decided that FSO would help plan the festivities. They would also be contributing part of their culture to the event. Chi and Alicia talked a few days prior to organize the event, where both Asian and Mexican traditions could meet each other. On that night, cars started flooding into the Pipeline Inn parking lot, the vatos sitting on top of their low-riders shouting and cheering at the people around, music pumping out of the speakers at max volume, Arabella playing from a playlist full of a mix of both Mexican and Asian songs. Aztecas’ Angelo Tribbiani had set up a shrine to honor the souls of everyone that was no longer physically with us, decorating it with marigold petals and hanging up pictures of lost loved ones. Members of FSO paid their respects, hanging up pictures themselves and bowing to them. The Four Seas Order had set up a small table in the middle of the parking lot, all dressed up in traditional garments, the members were having the time of their life dancing, chatting, and distributing the fortune cookies. People were enthusiasts at that point, few smiles and frowns could be seen on their faces as each cookie was cracked open. However, there’s no party without a beef of some sort, nothing that the boys couldn’t handle by themselves. Beside them, Alicia had set up a table as well, two small chairs laying on the side. Sitting one in front of each other, she was painting her vatos’ and other guests’ faces The tip of her brush, dipped in some black paint, was sliding gracefully following their facial features. Chi herself had prepared traditional Chinese lanterns that would be set out on the ocean located right beside the venue. Nearing the end of the festivities, all guests were asked to gather at the beach in order for the release of the lanterns. The purpose behind this tradition was to give directions to the deceased, their souls following the lanterns away. A bunch of pens, markers, and lanterns were laying in the sand, ready to be picked up by every guest who felt like writing a nice thought or prayer on them to give to the deceased. In this moment of peace, everyone that gathered up at the beach watched the lanterns sail away, their memories, thoughts and prayers attached to them. People come and they go. What matters is that the memories stick around.

The sun was setting below the horizon, and as the first lights were starting to poke through the skyscraper’s windows, lighting up the city, the Four Seas Order was getting ready for the Noodle's Grand Opening. After being done with the usual daily schedule and threw on the white coats, the only sounds that could've been heard inside the building were the ones of the plates being placed on the tables, the screeches of the chairs being dragged on the floor. The mumbles of those people who were getting ready for the night filled the kitchen. Chris was anxiously walking back and forth within the room perimeter, right hand running through the white hair, the freshly ironed shirt starting to look wrinkly under the suit's jacket. "This is gonna be a disaster." The roaring of the engines flooding into noodle’s parking lot blatantly preannounced the arrival of the guests. Despite the tensions that within the last weeks had torn apart the road of Los Santos, everyone decided that night to lower their guns and set aside their differences. Eddie and Dlugi were standing in front of the building’s door, keeping an eye over the crowd that was slowly gathering in front of it. Only one rule was established beforehand the noodle’s opening: No guns allowed. Making sure that this rule was being followed, every guest was searched from head to toe. Within a couple of minutes, Chris’s nervousness had faded as he saw the number of people taking their seats at the tables ready to enjoy some noodles. The menus were being handed out by the waiters with a smile on their face, the scent, and the sizzle of the noddles frying in the pan pervaded the dining room. The sound of the ceramics hitting each other could be heard as the tea was being served along with the dishes. Loud chatter started to fill the room as the guests became more and more comfortable, joyful shouting from one to the other side of the room between the tables. “I don’t want to ruin all the fun...but there’s an heli flying over us guys.” The chatter stopped. The laughs that seconds before were filling the room rapidly became pure noise, a crash of people’s voices shouting over each other to get out of the building. Even though they didn’t have nothing to fear in the first place, as everyone was allegedly clear. The Police Department didn’t think the same. SWAT screams broke up the silence of the night as they were raising up the carbines against all the people flooding out of the building. Compliant and confused, everyone got on their knees, hands over their head as they glanced around, looking for their own friends. Mandarin, Spanish and Gaelic shouts started coming out of the gang’s mouths after the first few minutes of overall confusion, united by the hate against the police. “What’s the reason for this raid?” “Someone was seen getting inside with a heavy weapon.” Bullshit. Angry, disappointed by the way they were treated, more than a couple of FSO members raised their tones, giving as much as a hard time they could manage to the officers. Most of the said members still had their serving gowns on, covered in oil stains, chopsticks still in the pockets. Left so much in a hurry that Ling left the stove open with a pot of noodles still on top. How could they be considered dangerous? Chris looked around, disgusted by the sight of barrels pointed at everybody’s face, some cops even going so far as to mock the kneeling crowd of people. Pigs on a power trip. It reminded him of why he supported the brave people fighting the system. “Bring a prison bus.” Sure enough, just a few minutes later, Chris looked over his shoulder to see people getting loaded into the bus that was to bring them to DoC. To his surprise, even Dlugi, who had left the scene early enough and came back to speak to one of the Detectives was in one of the seats. Apparently, he was standing too close to the bus, so they decided to just put him inside. With the police checking the inside and outside of the property, the wait dragged on for everyone. With a sigh of relief, Chris finally got his fingerprints taken and was allowed to leave, along with Eddie and other FSO members that didn’t have to take the trip to DoC. Those found with anything illegal on them, unfortunately, had to deal with an unlawful assembly charge. No one was really sure what was unlawful about serving your friends a nice hot bowl of noodles. Bad news came later in the night for the Pandas Eddie and Chris, as Eddie had lost his firearms permit and the two were definitely registered as gang-affiliated now. Where would this lead Eddie? Where would it lead Chris? As cheerful as the night started, the course of the events left a bitter taste in everyone’s mouths. Disappointed yet undeterred, Chris already started planning for the next opening, after all, the noodles were a hit.

“Alright Mr.Frankwunder and Ms.Cheng, are any of you familiar with the Four Seas Order?” Silence went down inside the room, Ling's sight locked on the floor as she kept torturing her own fingers. A cup of steaming black coffee was laying on the desk upfront. Leaning towards her in order to whisper, her attorney, so called Stan Frankwunder, asked Ling if she was part of it. Her response wasn't immediate. “Be honest with me, I want to know as much as I can to use it to our advantage.” Being forced to choose whether trust him or not, Ling choose the one option that, hopefully, could've caused less harm. “Yes, I’m part of it” The detective placed both her hands on the desk, tilting her head on the side like a predator would do looking at its prey, eyes locked on Ling. “ So what about the name change?” Even though the lawyer’s advices kept wandering around her head, Ling felt like someone just made electricity go down her spine, a soft spot was just touched. Boiling out of anger, she raised her sight on the detective. “That is MY actual last name.” Stan cut the question before it went any further. “You're asking something you have an answer to already.” Spreading her hands slightly on the desk in what felt as a sign of disappointment, the detective moved onto the next question, keeping the eye contact with Ling. “I see, Ms Cheng. How often do you visit the noodle shop near Oceanic MORS?” At this point, it was starting to become kinda clear the purpose of all the unmarked cruiser that have been seen running around noodle in the past month, keeping an eye on every member. Before Ling could have had the opportunity to answer, the attorney rushed it ahead, ending up in a rather funny direct back and forth with the detective. Ling felt reassured, the “kind” detective Quinn didn’t had nothing in her hands to use against her, just few vague questions that seemed not to have a purpose at all. “I see, interestin that I have a list of names Ms.Zhuo…-sorry, Ms.Cheng’s name is on it, she’s been seen and known to frequent the noodle shop, very fond of Mr.Lau…well, culinary selection.” Visibly annoyed, Stan took out of his pocket a small piece of paper, starting to write on it few words, before sliding it on the desk with non-chalance. “Shocking that anyone can write on a piece of paper” Quinn seemed to pay no attention to him all throughout the act, until she rapidly reached out for the paper, unfolding it. Samuel Osborne and Roman Carter as members of Triads could be read on it. Ling’s expression slowly changed in a sort of smirk. Still handcuffed, she leaned back on the chair, the hands resting on it between her legs. Full of herself and entertained, she spoke calmy, the sarcasm could be felt in her words. If the detective really wanted some sort of recommendations on the food around the city, that was all she was gonna get. “I heard that the Ocean’s grocery burgers are the best.” “I heard similar. Are you planning to give her a meal plan?” Stan backed her up, and allegedly annoyed by their words, the detective smiled slightly at them before talking. “I’ll make sure to include few illegal firearms or maybe an assault rifle in one of them.” She went on with the accusations. So close to lose her patience, Ling lean back on the char once again, definitely done with the accusations that were being thrown at her. Beside from the fact that Ling went regularly to the noodle house, she literally lived one block away, living in the Asian part of the city. She started talking in half mandarin, her mother language, and half English, all aimed at annoying the detective even further. Leaving aside any sort of greeting, the interrogation could be finally be considered done, and the flavour of victory could be heard from miles away as Stan Frankwunder and Ling were leaving, heading directly towards the prison’s exit. Everything needed to be referred to the higher-ups and dealt in the best way possible. The Four Seas Order wouldn’t hide in the shadow anytime soon.

It was a sunny evening in Los Santos and, considered the time, a lot of the Four Seas Order members were in town, keeping up with some work, discussing about future plans as they were planting up in Chiliad. As soon as the time to leave came in, heading all towards a pre-established location, Ling, Joshua and Lyosha found an abandoned car in the middle of the road. The perfect opportunity, if it wasn’t that after the third failed lockpick, a detective’s cruiser pulled behind them, forcing them to leave it in a hurry. Luckily enough, Joshua and Lyosha managed to flee, where Ling didn’t, finding herself surrounded. “Not that big of a deal” thought between herself as she was being handcuffed and taken to DOC, already used to that kind of routine. Put the prisoner’s clothes on and brought to her cell, Ling sat on the bed, ready to serve her time. “Ling Cheng’s presence is required in the interrogatory room.” Ling felt the blood freeze in her veins as soon as she heard the guard’s words, pulling herself up from the bench where she was sitting. A few days had already passed since she got arrested, and since nothing like this has ever happened to her, she was caught off guard. Trembling on her own legs, stuttering in panic, she was escorted into the room by the guards. Couple of minutes passed, before the detective Quinn made her entrance, walking behind the desk. After a brief exchange of glances between the two, the detective started going through Ling’s rights. “You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you. You have the right to a government-appointed attorney.” Evidently anxious and In need of having her back covered, Ling acknowledged her rights, asking for an attorney. He was making his way from Mission Row, and during the wait, the detective kept walking around the room, whispering to the guards around. When the attorney came into the room, he immediately asked for it to be vacated until he had the chance to talk to Ling. Relieved, Ling glanced at him, listening carefully to his words. “Before we begin, it’s absolutely imperative that you do not answer any question before I give you the go-ahead. Do you understand?” Ling nodded, ready for what was going to happen.

GOOD LUCK AND LET'S GOOOOOO

橋 (Bridge) Within the past couple of days, the situation between FSO and Irish became more and more heated up north, leading up even into the city, where Ling was approached by few of them. “From now on, until we’re authorized otherwise, you guys are free to hit in the city” “So be it” thought Ling as they let her drive away without further consequences. It didn’t take more than a couple of days for further developments, as FSO decided to set up an ambush spot, good enough to overcome Irish, without having to worry about the numbers. Everyone’s hands were feeling kinda itchy at this point, Drew’s ones in particular, who decided to take the lead for the whole ambush. After meeting all up, setting the guns and car’s positions, Drew explained once again the plan to all of the team gathered around him. “This needs to look legit. I want Ling and Floyd to bait Irish outside of the city, and comply with their demands as soon as they get here.” Both of them agreed without further questions, heading towards the city in Ling’s 9F. Took a while before finding them just sitting around the bank, and the best way to bait them was to piss them off as the best of their capabilities. “Your lil-dick gang is gonna be used as a mop” Ling’s hands were sweaty on the top of the steering wheel as she was surrounded by all the Irish’s cars. It was time to hit the accelerator and let them chase her. Unfortunately, not even one kilometre away from the designed spot, the back of her car was hit by one of them as she was taking the last turn, leading to the ashes the entire plan. Panicking, she could call one last backup call on the radio before her and Floyd were put under Irish’s gunpoint. And everything went dark.

@Charliepollock10 As much as it may sound unfair, the intervention of an eventual DOJ could be related to the duration of the punishment inflicted at the time of the arrest. Let me explain: I wouldn't personally mind calling a lawyer over a reckless operation, but even though it's still annoying, 15-30 minutes in jail are not that much of a burden. The thing becomes unbearable whenever a stack of charges comes up, leading up to 2/3+ hours in prison where you're most likely sitting in a corner watching something on Netflix or, if you try to RP, the time served isn't taken into consideration. An eventual interrogatory during that period, or some sort of a process where you can have the possibility to reduce your punishment, seems an appealing idea to me.

nvm it's been implemented