Copes Posted June 17, 2019 Report Share Posted June 17, 2019 The Wanted were riled up from recent changes made towards various criminal organizations. Changes that ultimately set them a step backwards in achieving their primary goal. Members from across the city met up at Wanted-ville, the drug-running territory of The Wanted to discuss the situation and how they would go about remedying it. The Wanted had a perfect idea to not only further their image as Los Santos' most renown car crew but to help people in the long run. With permission granted from Los Zetas, The Wanted began taking full control over the chopping business most criminals are aware of. This meant their car enthusiasts would get the opportunity to dismantle the vehicle's parts brought to them and provide a safe outlet for everyone to make money. The people of Los Santos help us and we help them. Twas' a sleepless night for Jamaar. The past couple weeks had been nothing short of a nightmare building up all at once. With the sun rising and the birds chirping, a new day had began. Nothing more to do than keep things going in honour of his fallen, imprisoned or distant family. No matter what it takes. 7 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Copes Posted June 25, 2019 Report Share Posted June 25, 2019 (edited) The Wanted were posted up at their usual chopshop locations. After paying close attention to each member day by day, certain eligible members were then taken by Jamaar to be keep-up tested in weather only skilled drivers could maintain themselves in. While on the topic of racing, The Wanted then found themselves racing the "Taco Bomb" track. The course itself allows for many people to properly race at once which makes for only the most fun and comedic of races. Leadership looks for trends in the most common winners and more importantly, impressive driving skill. If you witness mass amounts of orange vehicles set up on any public road, its best to stay out of the way. Later on in the week, The Wanted decided to make an appearance at Dee and Sophie Blitz's wedding to show support. Congratulations from all the boys in Orange. During the after-party, a radio call had come in regarding two individuals who stole Skeetle Jackson's bag of supplies. This cut the celebrations short but they were quickly apprehended and taught a valuable lesson. The day ended off with important discussion among Rooks and Wanted leaders. Edited June 25, 2019 by Copes 5 2 4 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Copes Posted July 2, 2019 Report Share Posted July 2, 2019 After days of planning, the wedding of Thaddeus and Ariana Grey was underway. Everyone gathered around on this perfect day for a perfect wedding. Congratulations to the two. The after party had been held at the Los Santos Triads' club who had been kind enough to let it be used for this occasion. Unfortunately, it went from a great time to a disaster within' the hour. The LSPD had intervened after an individual was seen on the premises with an assault rifle. It went to mayhem, SWAT units on the scene and Weazel News documenting the events. All but one Wanted member had escaped scot free, either by cooperating or fleeing. The following day, The Wanted opened up recruitment once again. With a long list of possible recruits to go through and test, it felt appropriate to bring a few selected individuals to a track to see what they're made of. The prospects did well and were taken elsewhere for more different, in-depth testing purposes. 8 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Copes Posted July 4, 2019 Report Share Posted July 4, 2019 Members of The Wanted had been notified of an important, long overdue meeting later in the day. Many had made their way to the outskirts of Wanted-ville for brief discussion and chatter before relocating to HQ. The meeting, while containing classified information additionally included tactics regarding many aspects of their day to day planning and execution. The Wanted encourages open end communication which gives each member available in the city the opportunity to voice questions, concerns and suggestions alike. This was done in a "Q&A" style. After the meeting had concluded, The Wanted made a pit stop at Mirror Park gas to refuel and check on their vehicles before grouping up at a rendezvous disclosed prior. Upon regrouping, The Wanted began speaking with a handful of possible new recruits, one of which had been under their wing for a good period of time and was welcomed in with open arms. From there, plenty of races were set up. The Wanted plans on making significant moves and contributions towards the racing scene of Los Santos. 7 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kables Posted July 6, 2019 Report Share Posted July 6, 2019 While The Wanted continues to thrive and grow with the guidance of the Street King’s and Captains, Brandy Falcon, former Street Queen, has remained hidden away in her home, her money dwindling away with each passing day. As the sun rises over Los Santos, the birds begin to sing their morning song on the window sill of Brandy’s home, as if beckoning to her. Slowly, her eyes open, bloodshot and crusty, staring up at the ceiling. A frown instantly slides down her lips, realizing she has, yet again, survived another night of heavy drinking. In silence, she sits up and holds her head in her palm, feeling it pounding from the hangover. With the birds’ morning song ringing in her ears like an alarm, Brandy slowly slides to the edge of her bed, taking a moment to look at the empty spot next to her, touching it longingly, then standing up with a drawn out sigh through her nose. She stumbles out of her room to begin another day of self abuse. Shuffling through her home, she kicks aside dirty clothes and clutter. Her home in complete disarray, looking as though it hasn’t been maintained in months. Making her way to the kitchen, she grabs the fridge handle and opens it, reaching her hand inside in search of her morning alcohol. Her hands find nothing to grasp. In disbelief, she bends down and peers inside the dark fridge, the light bulb having burnt out weeks ago, and finds it completely empty. She opens drawers inside the fridge, but they yield the same, nothing. Panic begins to grow in her chest. Slamming the fridge door, she begins running from cabinet to cabinet, ripping them open, knocking things down, and throwing things on the ground as she continues to search. With each passing second, Brandy’s anxiety rises, her chest moving up and down quickly as she begins to hyperventilate, her heart pounding, and her head spinning. After tearing the kitchen apart, she quickly stumbles into the living room, checking all the liquor bottles that have piled up. “No, no, no, no... No! It can’t all be gone!” Several more desperate moments pass, rummaging through the empty bottles, the realization finally set in. Tears spilled from her eyes, her arms falling limp beside her while slowly dropping to her knees In a pile of clutter and bottles, her head tilted back, staring up at the ceiling, she sobbed silently, her shoulders bouncing up and down with each sob until she had no more air in her lungs. Taking in a deep breath, her silent sobs become pathetic wails, hot tears continuing to fall down her cheeks and chin. With nothing to numb her pain, Brandy was now forced to face it, something she has been avoiding for close to two months. “Why?! You said you would never leave me! YOU PROMISED ME!!!” Out of money and alcohol, Brandy’s sobs continued through out the morning. As the hours passed, she found herself waking up on the ground, with no recollection as to when she passed out during her break down. While laying on the ground in silence, her eyes fixated on a pile of clutter in the corner of the room, something catching her eye. With a grunt, she slowly begins to crawl towards it, her shaky hands reaching for it, grasping it carefully as she picks it up. It was a framed picture of the former Street King, Johnny Falcon. An older photo, when he was younger and in the military. Holding his firearm within a group of other soldiers, he was the only one smiling, his grin beaming with pride. Although he was proud to serve his country, it came at a cost, in more ways than one. But the most lingering, and troublesome cost was post traumatic stress disorder, with his most recent episode resulting in his arrest. His trial is set several years down the road, but it’s inevitable that he is likely going to receive either life in prison, or the death sentence. The worst part? Since Johnny was considered very dangerous, he is not permitted to have any visitors. Ever. Even if Johnny is spared the death penalty, Brandy knew she was never going to see him again. As Brandy stares down at the picture in her hands, her bottom lip quivers, her eyes becoming misty, finding herself crying all over again. “I’m so lost without you, Johnny... What do I do? I’m... so alone.” She stares down at the smiling Johnny Falcon in the picture frame, as if she was expecting an answer, but of course, it never came. An uneasy sigh escapes her lips, slowly picking herself off of the floor and setting the framed picture down on the coffee table. For the first time in quite a long time, Brandy opened the front door of her home, light from the setting sun flooding the dark, and broken home. Looking over her shoulder, Brandy sees her home in a new perspective... There was a lot of work that needed to be done. With a deep breath, and clenched fists, she steps out of her home and looks up towards the sky. She didn't know if she was even ready to face the world again, let alone face The Wanted... 5 4 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Copes Posted July 13, 2019 Report Share Posted July 13, 2019 The day started off like any other. Two Street Kings of The Wanted had acquired some luxurious vehicles that they were eager to get a feel for and test out on a track. The Wanted had been planning. If anyone was to further the racing scene of Los Santos it seemed appropriate that they were the ones to do so. They gathered at a previously designated location to map out the area for the soon to come event that they had in the works. With everything planned out, there was one more thing to tend to before executing. Jamaar had met up with an old friend. Someone who had helped him and his brother when they first moved to Los Santos. The Wanted had a business proposition for him and he appeared to be the most suitable man for the job. The man was highly interested and agreed to help them out. Everything was going smoothly until a rather sudden betrayal had occurred. Several important meetings had transpired following the news. While The Wanted aims to be more of a friendly, high speed, helping hand in the city that earns respect not based off of fear they were left no choice but to prepare for action. With any sort of threat slowly fading away, The Wanted soon returned to what they do best. 2 4 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Copes Posted July 15, 2019 Report Share Posted July 15, 2019 July 14th, 2019 marks the official grand opening of The Wanted Reup. Having ownership of a gas station has been a long term goal set by The Wanted since it was founded in January and through a long, bumpy road that goal was finally accomplished. With the help of our strong, dedicated members and close friends alike it is now a reality. With a property of this scale, hosting a car meet and street races was made exponentially easier. As the gas station is positioned right next to a track with easy access to cheap fuel, the meet went smoothly with the support of those who came out to celebrate. 7 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Javed11 Posted July 16, 2019 Report Share Posted July 16, 2019 (edited) The History of Mojo Feburary 2nd, 2019. Joseph Forelli arrived in the City of Los Santos, with nothing but a few dollars to his name, and a dream. His dream was to become something, something new, something that fit him more than working a typical 9-5 until hope was lost. It was at this point, he had met Stexi Blackwood, who would then introduce him to Johnny Falcon. Joseph had known about this Orange car crew, and had gotten to know a few members and became quite close with some. He had also been experiencing some issues with other crews cutting in on his time in the city, and causing issues. After some time, Joseph decided his only way to survive in the City, was to join up with these racers, and have a family to watch his back. The issue that had become apparent in the beginning, was Joseph did not have a vehicle, but Johnny Falcon once again assisted Joseph and gave him a vehicle at a cheap price to be paid on a schedule, the vehicle was a "Futo", and with that, Joseph earned his first nickname. "Prospect". After some time with the Crew, doing races and making money anyway he knew how, Joseph was able to afford his first real vehicle that could partake in the races done around the city. At this point, Joseph decided to dedicate his life to helping out where it was needed, and worked hard for his Street Kings. Eventually, after enough work was put in, he was promoted to Street Racer, which is where he found his true passion was with the gang he was with. Johnny Falcon decided that the name "Prospect" had to go, and he then became known as "Mojo". Joseph knew at this point it would only become more dangerous, but more profitable, Joseph looked off into the sky, imagining what would come next for him. Edited July 18, 2019 by Javed11 3 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jellay Posted July 16, 2019 Report Share Posted July 16, 2019 Brothers at Arms Sometimes you just know that you found someone that you can call a brother. Someone that would stand with you through thick and thin and someone that will always support you. Unfortunately, that is not always the case. Sometimes different perspectives on a certain case can lead to a scenario in which two former brothers are turned against each other. Some people may call it politics, some people may call it betrayal but there is one thing for certain; Clutch’s world changed that day. It was a calm day and Clutch asked his ‘Brother’ to meet up with him, due to some emotional problems that he was struggling with. It felt like a normal hangout, a type of hangout that happened between them on a frequent basis. Yet, this ‘hangout’ changed a lot. Clutch’s friend brought up a huge issue that impacted their relationship. Clutch got told that his ‘Brother’ was turning on him, because his new group ‘The Legion’ was not happy with ‘The Wanted’. In their eyes ‘The Wanted’ was obtaining for something that they didn’t deserve. This causing them to not be willing to become neutral with ‘The Wanted’. In opposite, they told Clutch that they were planning to become hostile towards ‘The Wanted’ when they had the chance. Clutch was shook and out of words, he tried to leave this meeting as soon as possible. He had to think. After strolling through the city for a few hours, he looked up and saw a huge yellow crane and decided to climb up. The climb was filled by a rollercoaster of emotions. The main question that haunted his head was; WHY?. What did he do wrong, or how did he deserve to be stuck in this position. Nobody could give him that answer. He spend hours up the crane dangling his feet off the side of the crane. The sun started to go down and he decided that he had to down again. He stood up and brushed his somewhat developed tears away. He placed one feet on the railing, and placed the second one up there a few seconds later. He stood still for a second and then a big sigh escaped before he jumped of the crane. A few seconds after his jump, he pulled the cord on his back opening the parachute. The feeling of flying emptied his mind for a second. He decided to steer towards the Los Santos Pier, where after a few minutes he landed on the beach. He hid his parachute under the pier and found half a bottle of whiskey in the sand. He stared at the bottle desperately, getting flashbacks to his past where he was a uncontrollable drunk. Clutch decided to pick it up. There he was, at the place where once him and his ‘Brother’ were laughing and chilling together. A place that brought back great memories, but also a great pain and feeling of emptiness. They say that when you lose something, you can just replace it. His old friend was gone, and he was greeted with another old friend again. A friend that made him see less clear and influenced his daily business. He stayed there for a few more hours, drinking the whole bottle of whiskey and losing track of time. The questions in his head still haunted him and he couldn’t find any answers. More than a week had passed since that terrible day, and his emotions were completely shifted. He was no longer sad or angry, but had a feeling of darkness inside him. He described it as that he felt that he lost all of his emotions. He didn’t feel anything anymore, he felt empty. But he did make himself one promise, he swore that he would never feel like this again. Sometimes Brothers in Arms change to Brothers at Arms. 5 3 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Brawnkoh Posted July 18, 2019 Report Share Posted July 18, 2019 (edited) Michael, and his brother Dillon, used to own a bail bonds company together back home named Reese Bail Bonds. The brothers were very close growing up, and went into business together in their early 20s. Mike handled most of the bond jumping, while Dillon primarily focused on the in-house duties of writing surety bonds, and managerial duties. Business was booming, and Mike felt like he was unstoppable. At times, he felt like he was above the law due to the relationships he had built at PD as a bail agent, and the criminal relationships he had built as a bondsman. Mike pushed the envelope a bit more as each passing week came and went. To track a criminal requires one to think like a criminal. Unfortunately, the relationships he had built with the criminals had to intersect with the shallow relationships he had built with PD at some point. That eventually came to a head, and Mike was arrested on attempted trafficking charges. Mike was forced to serve a 10 year sentence for his crimes, and the surety company that backed Reese Bail Bonds forced Dillon to remove Mike from the company. Mike lost everything... The houses, the cars, the business. Everything gone. Mike needed a new beginning. They hand't seen each other much over the years. Dillon was so preoccupied taking care of the business that he didn't have much free time to travel across the state to see Mike in prison. However, upon release from prison Dillon picked him up, he wasn't going to forget about his little brother. He picked up Mike and brought him a duffel bag full of clothes and $1,500. He knew Mike didn't have a chance to succeed back home, so he dropped him off at the Greyhound bus station, and they said their goodbyes. Mike arrived in Los Santos with a few measly dollars, a duffel bag of clothes, a chip on his shoulder, and already a felon who was going to struggle finding any worthwhile employment. Mike arrived in town, and got a job as a postal worker. The pay was terrible, the hours were horrendous, and the job was deathly boring. It was better than prison, but rush of adrenaline on daily basis was missing. Mike would spend his days working for Go Postal, and his nights trying to figure what the hell he was doing. This wasn't enough, but his criminal record was already tarnished so who was going to hire him? Mike was on duty delivering packages and walked by a Warraner in Rockford Hills, as he peered through the window he noticed that the car looked like it was unlocked. Mike was sketpical, but he didn't have much to lose. He waited until he got off work at Go Postal, drove the beat up car he had been working days on end for to Rockford Hills to see if that car he had seen earlier in the day was still there. It was there...Mike realized this was a defining moment in his future. If he stole this car, there was no going back. He had flashes of his old life. The nice cars, the women, the drugs, the excitement of the hunt. Mixed in with those flashes were mental images of the drab gray concrete walls he spent so much time in, locked both physically and mentally away from society. Mike opened the car door, and popped open the trunk. Inside sat more weed than he could carry with his hands. His eyes glowing with excitement, and his palms sweating, he stuffed his pockets to the brim with the weed, filled up the trunk of his car, and left the little bit he couldn't take behind. Maybe it was fate, maybe luck, but in a single unlocked car he found more drugs than he knew what to do with. But there was one problem, what the hell was he supposed to do with it now? Mike spent some time trying to sell small bags of pot for a few hundred dollars around town. It wasn't paying well, and it was putting no dent into the stash he had accumulated from that car. He had met a guy previously named Conor who he thought may be interested in buying it all. He made a phone call to Conor, and conor offered to take most of it. Conor rolled up in an orange sports car riding passenger with a guy who he later found out was Dewey Lewis. Mike didn't know if he was going to be robbed, or it was going to go smoothly. He was unfamiliar with gangs in the city, and had seen the orange guys before. He didn't know their name, but he knew they had nice cars and money. Two things mike was lacking. Mike did the deal with Conor, and Dewey and Conor asked if he would be interested in hanging out with The Wanted. Mike didn't know what to expect, but what did he have to lose? One of Mike's first days hanging out he met MJ, Carter, Dirk, Acid, and Owl. They took him up to an excluded area near the observatory where they took turns getting branded with Wanted marks. Those who didn't get branded had "The Wanted" carved into their skin with Carter's blade. This is when Mike realized how deep the loyalty went. The cars were nice, but cars and money fade. Loyalty is forever. Mike Made the decision he would work to be in The Wanted. Mike eventually received his colors after a shootout with the police at a chop shop. He proved his loyalty, and The Wanted trusted him. He was arrested for his first time in a long while for street racing and sent to a cell in PD. The smell of cleaning supplies wafting up from the cold concrete floor (a scent of Pinesol), voices from the cell next to him echoing off the concrete walls, and the anxiety of not being in control. It was a bleek reminder of what he left behind. Mike made the decision he was going to play it smart, and try to avoid going back as much as possible. Prison isn't a place you want to be, and Mike knew that first hand. This was a reminder that reinforced those emotions. Mike was still a Buster when a large war broke out with Zetas, Clowns, Irish, Marcellos and The Wanted. Mike disagreed with the reasons for being in the war, but he had faith in the leadership above him that they were making the right decision. The war was brutal. Lives were lost, blood was shed, loyalty was betrayed, and lines were drawn in the sand. Mike had been to prison, and had seen criminal life. But never anything like this. He had never seen friends turn their backs, or brothers shot in cold blood. As the war went on, Mike slowly became less effected by it. Almost as if it had become normal. With each friend lost, and each betrayal done, he put up a wall and stopped letting people in. After the war was over, Mike was moved to an official gang member. Jamaar thanked those who lived through the war for their service, and made all those who lived official members. Mike worked his way through the ranks, mostly keeping to himself. He was eventually dubbed "Prison Mike" due to the past criminal history by Johnny Falcon, a Wanted OG. Mike continued hustling whatever deals he could during the day to earn a buck. At night, he got together with the boys and would race. Racing was the only thing that made him forget all the pain, struggle, and anguish he'd been through in life. The growl of the engine, hiss of the intake, whine of the turbo, and the mixed smells of gasoline and oil became intoxicating. It was it's own form of therapy. A much needed escape to relax and unwind. To be continued... Edited July 18, 2019 by Brawnkoh 7 1 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
cheatonus Posted July 19, 2019 Report Share Posted July 19, 2019 (edited) Bobby Forsyth is not a young man. He's been around the block a few times by now, but he's always kept his nose clean. He grew up in Amarillo Texas where he eventually ran his father's car dealership. After 30 years in the car business Bobby was bored. He didn't want to die behind a desk like his old man. He sold off the dealership and hastily moved to Los Santos looking for an adventure. After arriving in town Bobby quickly settled into one of his old pastimes, poker. After a few months it occured to Bobby that playing poker wasn't going to be enough to satiate his adventurous side so he set out to get to know people. Since he was an old hat in the car business, and he liked the place, he applied and started working as a mechanic at Bayview Auto Services. Bobby is an adept mechanic having worked as one for many years before taking over the car dealership in Amarillo. But the job was a means to an end, a stepping stone. He was sure it would lead him to the right people and situations to get him the excitement he was looking for. One afternoon he saw an ad for a car meet and thought this might be a good opportunity. He hopped in a tow truck and headed to the Los Santos observatory and there he first met The Wanted. These guys were different. Were they a gang? A car club? Street racers? Maybe all of the above. Either way, they were interesting people. These guys in orange behaved nothing like the previous people in colors he'd run into around town. They had honor, integrity, they loved cars, they didn't rob him... he was intrigued. Later that same evening Bobby would exit his home with shotgun in hand after one of his buddies told him there was a gang outside. He found a familiar crowd of Orange vehicles. He didn’t know what they were up to but they told him he was safe and everyone had a good laugh. Working at Bayview he got to know many members of The Wanted. Acid would make appearances. Clutch would show up almost daily. Others, like Skeetle and Wesley would come through and they always treated him with respect, but more importantly they seemed to be having a great time and enjoying life. One day at work, tired and bored, Bobby suddenly realized he was right back to where he was in Texas, working... stuck in a 9 to 5. This was the day he made the decision... he would ask to join The Wanted. To Bobby's surprise he was welcomed with open arms. It seems all of his networking paid off. He now had another family outside of Bayview, a family that didn't just consist of people he worked with. What the future holds no one knows, but it didn't take long for Bobby to get in on the fun. Edited July 19, 2019 by cheatonus 4 5 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Copes Posted July 24, 2019 Report Share Posted July 24, 2019 The Wanted had been informed of known hostiles in the city. While this certainly takes time away from their usual day to day work and development, the boys geared up and met to form a plan of action. Night had came, a cool breeze flowing through the deepest depths of the city. Shots began to ring, sirens blaring. Despite the successful attacks, the atmosphere that surrounded The Wanted at their rendezvous point in case of police involvement bled pure, cold blooded hatred. A group of once care-free, kind hearted individuals had flip flopped into hardened men fed up with the selfishness the city had to offer. A few days had passed. The Wanted was posted up at an undisclosed drug manufacturing lab when a group of Rooks had arrived. Leaders from both organizations took the time to discuss recent changes. Following the meeting, Jamaar Bovarium had consulted Michael Reese regarding plans for the future of The Wanted. 7 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Copes Posted August 2, 2019 Report Share Posted August 2, 2019 The Wanted was reached out to by the management of Jasmine Gray's life coaching and counseling center. They received a contract for a security gig and were more than happy to help out. With the grand opening commencing in three hours, the boys quickly began mapping out the area for entry points and spread out among the premises so everything could be monitored. The grand opening went well despite a single person being apprehended. Jamaar had spoken with Jasmine before departing, discussing future business opportunities among both parties. A few days had passed. With the group they had conflict with fading out of existence, this left The Wanted free to focus on their business and criminal money making schemes. As Jamaar had awoken from slumber he had received information regarding the renown group Seaweed wanting a meeting, to which himself and other Wanted higher ups obliged. The two parties discussed many avenues, more-so focusing on the future of Seaweed and how The Wanted would react towards it. The meeting concluded, both parties appreciative of the support that had grown between the two over the months despite being almost polar opposites. The Wanted did a weapons deal with them to which they both went their separate ways. The Wanted made their way up to their gas station for a head count and meeting. Providing a good atmosphere for their business and getting things done. A two birds with one stone type of deal. While posted up at their gas station the group was notified of on-going racing at the observatory and that they should make an appearance, to which they did. Wanted leaders had planned three promotions for this day and this was the perfect opportunity to conduct the tests. Two busters were promoted to official Wanted members and one speedster was bumped up to Outlaw. Dedication, Loyalty and Promise to the crew is noted. April 11th, 2019 was The Wanted's first branding session. Almost four months later they decided to have another. This occasion is meant to be honorary for those who are around to witness and participate. There were plenty participants eager to prove their dedication to the crew that day. 11 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
cheatonus Posted August 4, 2019 Report Share Posted August 4, 2019 Bobby sits down on his couch in his Wantedville trailer and sparks up a blunt. He winces as he takes a seat and reaches back rubbing is shoulder through his shirt. He chuckles at himself and the pain and leans back on the sofa. "I've been branded" he says out loud conjuring up images of cattle back home in Texas. Texas seems a world away now. He feels a little home sick, though it isn't the kind of homesickness that would make a man jump in a car headed for his hometown to see friends and family. It is the kind of homesickness a person feels when they're sure they'll never be there again. It's a nostalgic feeling of people and places that are long gone. Bobby takes a deep drag from his joint and exhales slowly. He looks up at the ceiling, as if he can see right through it to the sky, and says out loud "what do you think, Dad, you old fucker? Well... you're a dead fucker now." Bobby laughed to himself. Bobby's dad was a tyrant. It was always Bobby's forced destiny to continue the family business, a car dealership in the middle of east-bumfuck Texas. This is a destiny Bobby did everything in his power to avoid. The last thing he wanted to do was end up in Amarillo Texas sitting in that god forsaken building until he died like his old man. Ultimately family guilt and financial difficulties landed bobby right in his dad's old chair after he got too old and senile to continue to run the business. When his dad died he sold the dealership and left Amarillo faster than a jackrabbit being chased by a coyote. Now here he was, a free man... but branded. He takes another deep draw on the blunt and exhales smiling. He leans forward and adjusts his shirt where it was rubbing against the wound and says out loud to himself "I'm owned, but I'm free, what a weird feeling." He is owned, but it was his choosing not anyone else's. It was his decision not his dear old dad's. Unlike his relationship with his dad, this is a mutual kinship... he owns them too. Loyalty, for once, goes both directions. This is a commitment. A commitment which gives him the respect and admiration of those who wear the same brand. This is something he never got from his own family... mutual respect. He has a new family now, a different kind of family. A family of brothers and sisters from every step of life each with their own unique story. He is Wanted for life, and has the scar to prove it. 5 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TheJABstep Posted August 10, 2019 Report Share Posted August 10, 2019 (edited) Draven Vaspucci moved to Los Santos from Italy after disagreeing and fighting with his father regarding the direction that the family mafia would be taking. He hoped that fleeing to Los Santos would erase his relationships and give him a second chance at life. His goal was to obtain a legal job, hoping to create a sustainable and safe life for himself. However, he knew that if times were to get tough, he would find a way to put food on the table. After arriving to Los Santos, Draven quickly got a job as a postal worker. During one of his deliveries, he passed by a gas station where he spotted multiple, good-looking orange cars. He decided to go over and compliment the owners of the flashy orange cars. One of the owners, Mojo, told Draven to get in his car and race. Draven, wanting to make new friends, decided to step into the car, and that is where his journey begins... For a brief period of time, Draven learned about the city through the eyes of The Wanted. He made new friendships within the gang and began to explore the city in Orange. However Draven was not content with what he was being taught. His knowledge of what went on in the city and in The Wanted was still lacking and he began to get antsy. Wanting to explore the city for himself, he constantly switched his radio off and went undercover. During this time he learned the basics of the city, the hierarchy of the gangs, and what each one them stood for, except The Wanted. Something was missing for Draven. Something he would never find dressed in black... A FAMILY. A group of individuals he could trust. He realized what he had been missing out on, what was right in front him. The Wanted were different from the other gangs. They were not a gang that would demoralize random individuals, or rob hard-working people for fun. No, it was a true family, everyone had the intention of bettering and protecting each other, something Draven had missed out on his entire life because of the crooked mafia. He created individual relationships with the each of the members and valued them all for different reasons. He began to participate in every Wanted event that he could, whether it was chopping, racing, cooking, or whatever the family had decided to do that day. He had found his home... Now that Draven is Orange full-time, he has set multiple goals for himself to achieve within The Wanted. Some of these goals are long-term and he hopes that all of them will be achieved sometime in the future. Only Draven knows what his plan is for the days to come, but what we know is that he is home... and he is addicted to playing poker. Edited August 10, 2019 by TheJABstep 4 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jellay Posted August 10, 2019 Report Share Posted August 10, 2019 Goodbye to the next Welcome It was an early sunday morning when Clutch got a phone call from somebody that was interested in joining the Wanted. He wasn’t alone he said and he asked me to come over, which I did. Upon arrival there was a group of people standing there. They told me they were ex-Marcello and that they wanted to find a group that they could call a family again. After some hesitation and some deliberation I vouched for the group. Taking them with me to show them the ropes of what the Wanted does and what they stand for. Time past by and most of that group started to leave the city, some were forced and some were done with the Los Santos lifestyle. Yet, there was one guy that always stayed around. His name was Hakan Demerici. Hakan was special, he was always there when you needed him. A man with a kind soul and a lot of determination to do what's best. Months had past and he became one of my best friends, someone I could spend hours with, without it becoming boring. This is why his latest call to me came in like a bomb. He told me he was going to leave the city. That this was a requirement for him to fix some personal issues and to become and grow into a stronger man. He asked me to take care of his baby, his beloved orange seven-70. With pain across my chest I assured him that I would take care of it and keep his legacy alive. This is when I brought him to the airport. He walked up the stairs and gave me one final look before performing his last gang sign. We stood there for a second until he entered his plane back to his roots. Hakan might have left the city, but his legacy will live on in the form of others. 9 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
cheatonus Posted August 16, 2019 Report Share Posted August 16, 2019 (edited) Wanted, Dead or Alive. https://streamable.com/bz7j4 Edited August 16, 2019 by cheatonus 3 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Copes Posted August 20, 2019 Report Share Posted August 20, 2019 The crew had been manufacturing narcotics one gorgeous night. All seemed normal. The Comradery shared among the family with money coming in from selling in bulk kept them satisfied, but for Jamaar there had always been a void that he thought would never be filled. That one faithful night was when that would change forever. Six months prior, Jamaar's older brother Rayqual was relocated back to their hometown due to a sudden, serious health problem that needed taken care of immediately. Jamaar would travel down on occasion to keep him company, each time praying for improvement in his health. Progress was slow and shaky, keeping Jamaar in a doubtful mindset. He did his best to keep the sad reality of his brother from interfering with the work he did in Los Santos. All hope was slowly declining before this point. Upon reading the message from his brother he immediately left the operation, completely abandoning the already in-progress narcotics to travel to the airport. He was okay... The two brothers spent the next day relaxing and catching up. The environment had severely changed since Rayqual was last in Los Santos and Jamaar was eager to show him what had came of The Wanted since he departed. What was once a small group of friends had developed into an empire, widely known and respected by many. The following day, leadership of The Wanted was requested by the newly founded Costello Twins Law Firm to discuss business between the two groups. Although both parties were interested, there were many red flags about the initial meeting, leading The Wanted to believe the whole interaction was some sort of set up. A plan was conducted and a meeting was set with the twins at the observatory. Members swarmed the hills of the observatory and the bridge of the police station in order to be prepared for any sort of law enforcement being involved. The followup meeting started smoothly, slowly easing into what it was really called for. The two brothers and their vehicle were searched thoroughly for any sort of wires, badges or various things that could possibly be used to incriminate. Despite having a high caliber rifle trailed on their heads, they were very understanding. By the end of the searches and discussion, the brothers had proven themselves to be legit. There would be more business to conduct in the future. With that settled, this left Jamaar to focus on the current gang politics. Meetings were held with the Los Zetas and The Russian Mafia to discuss the current taxation situation and rumors that directly involved The Wanted. While posted up at The Wanted's chop locations, the idea of setting business aside for the day in order to have a long-awaited car meet and races was brainstormed. The boys rushed down to The Wanted Reup with their vehicle of choice to prepare. The turn out was fantastic and the racing was an adrenaline rush for all those who participated. 12 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Driqz Posted August 27, 2019 Report Share Posted August 27, 2019 (edited) THE SHAKURS 1990 it was a summer day at Los Santos where Shakur family lived in the ghetto they were kind of an interesting family. Their father is called Tony Shakur he was an old head at dealing drugs which affected his first child Jamal into following in his footsteps. Tyrone on the second hand has believed in expanding the business and start dealing guns which made shakur family have a name for themselves, and the last child is Malcolm was like the Einstein to the family he finished school with top marks and stayed on the right path for a long time, but it didn't go well THE INCIDENT It was 2003 malcolm was the first one to graduate from high school and tony was proud. Tony asked Malcolm what’s his future plan and he said “I'm gonna be with my brothers” that's when tony got angry with him and told him not to be like them. On the other hand, Jamal was selling drugs in his usual corner and Tyrone was providing protection to his brother with his best friend Jack Colenta In that ill fated day Tony Shakur called Jamal to meet him outside his office. Jamal hopped inside his car and drove off to meet his dad when he got close to the office he heard multiple gunshots he wiped out his weapon to check what happened to his shock he found his father dead body he hugged his father and tried to save his life to no avail.The funeral was 3 days Later friends and family came to say their final goodbyes After the The funeral The Shakurs got approached by a man named Joseph Aziz. He was a business partner to their old man he promised that he will help them And fund them to buy weapons to avenge their father. Tyrone called his brothers to meet at what used to be their father's office. The brothers arrived together to find Tyrone standing close to what his father dead body used to be. The brothers went inside the office. when they got inside they found Jack standing close to the CCTV system. The Shakurs sat down, then Jack turned on the CCTV footage of the incident. All of them were hurt seeing what happened to their beloved Tony. Jamal placed an Uzi on his father's desk and said, "We need to kill them sons of ****s" Malcolm said: "but first who are they ? and why they made a hit on our father ?" Tyrone says: "I don't care, they're dead !" THE RETALIATION The Shakurs kept discussing how they do it and how they will get the weapons Everyone was assigned a task Tyrone to get the weapons Jamal and Malcolm to get the intel on the gang everyone had one simple mind set is to bring them down ! Jamal expanding his little crew and asking around to know who orchestrated the hit. He knew it was a biker gang but which one ? that's the answer he is looking for Tyrone contacted the russians to get weapons, he met with a well known Brigadier(Captain) in the Bratva Luis Stalin. Luis gave Tyrone the firearms that they needed, Tyrone Struck the deal with Luis and gave him the money and said his goodbyes. Two months gone and 2004 is here and the brothers didn't find anything until Malcolm and Jack were trying to gather intel and heard a biker bragging about his gang killing a black drug dealer Malcolm infuriated and whipped out his pistol ready to shoot, Jack lowered Malcolms gun and said to him follow my lead. They followed the biker to his gang HQ and found out the bikers are called The Lost MC the biggest MC in los santos is behind their father's death? Why? for what? Jack and Malcolm waited outside for the biker to come outside and as soon as he went a little far from his gang Malcolm and Jack kidnapped him and interrogated him. Malcolm called his brothers and told them that they need to hear this The brothers came and saw a bloody biker clinging for dear life on top of him was Jack and Malcolm Malcolm told him "tell them what you told me Bi**" The biker told them everything and that was the Lost didn't like tony pushing into the gun business and they needed to get rid of him. and he told them about a big gang meeting that will happen, most of Lost MC big shots well be there The brothers looked at each other and they knew that was their chance to hit them good and hard Jamal looked at the biker and said “Thanks for your help” *multiple gunshots*.. “that's the first body we have a lot tomorrow" 3 weeks go by and it was Lost MC big meet the brother met at the office Jamal told them if they were ready? everyone nodded in agreement and they all looked at Jack and they told him if he is ready to do this and if he backs out there will be no hard feelings. Jack said "I'm a man of action i will never back out" Tyrone gave them the weapons and told them that THE RETALIATION is on ! They pulled up on the bikers and mayhem started raining on them, they didn’t have the chance to escape the place and a lot of the top dogs in Lost MC got killed that day. “it was a massacre” The police chief said. the police only had a CCTV footage of what happened. Lost MC got buried in the ground after that hit a lot of gangs kept hitting them and they withered out of existence and the brothers? they escaped the bloodbath and went to Liberty city. THE NEW CHAPTER It was 2019 The Shakurs came back with Jack to Los Santos. A lot of things changed in Los santos the gangs the buildings and grove street too They met Aziz at the airport and he offered to help them out and they can stay at his house As long as they want. The brothers worked hard and got familiar with how the city operate and established connections with a lot of gangs until the met ACID. ACID was a crazy man hence the name but he was super friendly with them. ACID recruited all of them, they met the Street kings and Street queens. The Wanted welcomed them with open arms. They gave them purpose, something to push and work for. In the end, we hope you enjoyed. - The Saudis Edited August 28, 2019 by Driqz 10 3 3 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Copes Posted August 29, 2019 Report Share Posted August 29, 2019 Jamaar had been on the run from the police for up to two months, swiftly evading and dodging police consistently. Ever since expanded criminal sentencing was introduced, he put in great effort to avoid confrontation with police at all costs and had remained out of the penitentiary ever since that change. Life on the run is all fun and games until you lose the ability to do anything without having detectives and high speed units on your tail at every waking moment. Upon realizing he was being targeted, he remained under the radar, using vehicles that wouldn't trace back to him and wearing different clothes to throw law enforcement off from time to time. The goal was to make it to twentieth, a number that has been ingrained into his head for the longest time. In the end, the goal was met. Later that day, on the twentieth of August Jamaar had grown careless, tired of running from the inevitable. He turned on his phone for the first time in what seemed like ages and made a loud presence in the city. Jamaar's old friend, Jimmy Walsh had flown back to Los Santos to catch up that day. It was out of nowhere and had all of The Wanted happy, reminiscing of old times. That was when PD had arrived... barricading Jamaar inside of a store with nowhere to run. The time was now. Fast forward to Jamaar's release date. It was a long and mentally challenging sentence. However, what was waiting for him on the outside was keys to The Wanted's brand new office/meeting building and a completely separate nightclub. What was once seen as a new, long-term goal for the future had been accomplished in the blink of an eye by the hard work and effort put in by the crew. Who would have thought they would now own a large portion of Paleto? Jamaar was welcomed home and updated on events that had occurred during his absence. After being given a tour of the buildings, he then slowly eased himself into comfort on the lounge area's couch, drifting off into slumber and getting some much needed rest. 18 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kraejee Posted September 15, 2019 Report Share Posted September 15, 2019 (edited) Thanks to everyone for the love and support! This is only a stepping stone for bigger and greater things so stay tuned Edited September 15, 2019 by Kraejee 9 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Copes Posted September 16, 2019 Report Share Posted September 16, 2019 The wars between the council, Seaweed and Los Calaveras had been wrapped up. As predicted from the neutral parties, the council had reigned superior leaving those on the opposing side lost and ridden with shell shock. One of those lost individuals who had parted from Seaweed for various reasons was a man named Nico Sainz, a kid who appeared to have infinite potential in the beginning. He was vouched for, tested thoroughly and brought into the family with open arms after proving himself. While he had very similar interests and got along with the crew, little did he know that The Wanted had soon learned about something that would change their perception of him indefinitely. The Wanted had met with Seaweed OG's and a couple of council members who all came forward with information regarding something Nico couldn't hide forever... his past. While The Wanted had been told by Nico that he left on good terms that was far from reality. He had backstabbed those he called his brothers and worked as an informant for self gain. The Wanted were left furious, looking back at the good times with Seaweed before their downfall that Nico had most definitely contributed to. He had to go. Nico had been growing on Jamaar, making the deed far more difficult than any other brutal act he had to go through with to protect his people. The time had come and everyone was in position. Jamaar lined everyone up, pointing his SMG to Nico's back and ordering him onto his knees before ripping the mask off of his face... 12 5 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
KariOne Posted September 17, 2019 Report Share Posted September 17, 2019 Kage Enfer Marcus Jenkins. This man came into Los Santos without knowing what to expect. Him, and his sister, Beth Fye arrived at close to the same time. Marcus did not know about his sister's presence in LS. In fact, he was feeling rather lost and alone for the first few weeks, wondering if moving into this city was a mistake. That's when it happened. Marcus was approached by a mysterious man who referred to himself as The Prophet. This man had 10 men by his side, and requested that Marcus joined his cause. The Blood Brotherhood. Marcus did not hesitate to get rid of the loneliness, and feelings of despair with a new cause and family. In fact, he jumped at the opportunity. The Blood Brotherhood was a cult, secret and organized. They vowed to do no harm to those who did not deserve harm upon them, and to stand by one another no matter what. To this day Marcus stands by that vow. A few weeks into his recruitment, Marcus was invited to meet a new prospect. Beth Fye. To his surprise, it was his sister! They quickly rebuilt their bond that was lost due to their long history, and were inseparable. Beth and Marcus quickly climbed the ranks of The Blood Brotherhood with their immense dedication. Marcus' feelings of regret were gone, and he could not have been happier about being in this city with his own blood. However, this did not last much longer. Beth had received word that their brother, Elijah, was on his way to LS after hearing of the two. Marcus, filled with rage decided to leave the city, as he has held a horrible grudge over his brother over something he had done in the past that Marcus refused to let go. After months, Marcus finally decided to return to Los Santos, whether his brother was there or not. But to his surprise, a lot had changed. The Blood Brotherhood's flame of hope in the city was close to being extinguished. Beth had left them, legally changing her name to Kiara. Marcus was baffled by how things had turned out while he was away, and unfortunately it was too late for him to return to his old ties. He felt, once again, lost, lonely, and abandoned. Kiara had decided to join Los Zetas, Los Santos' most notorious, and heavily armed street gang. They were mighty and vicious, and treated any threat with no mercy. Kiara did not wish to sever ties with him. In fact she desired nothing more than to be just his sister, she offered him a place with her in Los Zetas, telling him that he would be able to join in the ranks if he dedicated himself. However, that is not what Marcus desired. He had heard word of a peculiar group in Los Santos. A street racing crew, that went by the name of The Wanted. To his surprise, Kiara had spent some time within their ranks, even if not for long. She decided to respect his wishes. The look in Marcus' eyes when speaking of what he has heard of The Wanted was like nothing she had ever seen before, he was truly excited, and mesmerised by these rumours and stories. Seeing that this is what would make her brother truly happy, Kiara made a few phone calls, and was finally able to get Marcus into contact with a reputable Wanted member. Clutch. Kiara trusted clutch with her life, and she had no doubt that he felt the same. Under her recommendation, and some testing, Clutch did not hesitate to welcome Marcus to the family, and oh what a family it was. Moved by this opportunity to start over, Marcus decided that a new name would be appropriate. To erase his past ties and memories, starting anew with a new family. Marcus Jenkins was now Kage! Kage was welcomed with open arms into The Wanted, as a Buster. He felt something he had not felt in a long time. That warm, cozy feeling of being surrounded by people who truly cared about him. People who would go through hell to help him, and he felt the same towards every single one of them. Kage and his sister were far from what they were when they came into the city. Kage was met by racing, encouragement, improvement, and a family. This was the beginning of his adventures in Los Santos. Unexpectedly, Kiara decided that the Jenkins name was no longer a fit for her life in Los Santos, while Kage still clinged to it as he was taught to. Kiara Jenkins became Kiara Western. She was adopted by a man within Los Zetas that meant a great deal to her. Her relationship with Kage slowly faded, but never disappeared. Kiara soon after, suffered great losses, which resulted in her, like Kage, requiring a new beginning. The woman who was once Beth Fye, was now Abigail Blackwood. Respected within Los Santos by many, and feared by even more. Kage decided that after a few months, the Jenkins name did not mean what it used to. He was saddened by this undeniable fact. Again, he required a new name to engrave his legacy onto. This is how Abigail Blackwood and Kage Enfer came to be. And to this day, a very long time later, Kage was still within The Wanted, in his prime, surrounded by his loved ones. 11 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Descendant... Posted September 27, 2019 Report Share Posted September 27, 2019 Hakan Demirci When Hakan had arrived to the city of Los Santos, the first thing he did was to look for a gang. His ambitions were simple, become known and obtain a good reputation in the criminal underworld. Due to his father being the leader of a vicious and unforgiving clan of turkish descend that rules the streets in Berlin, Germany, Hakan grew up with a strong feeling for loyalty and commitment, since those qualities were held above everything else and beat into the clan's minors. The first gang Hakan had joined, were the Marcello Family. There he learned the rules and tricks of Los Santos' underworld. He learned how to process drugs, steal cars and use weapons of all kinds. He began meeting a lot of new people and began making himself a name. But something about this felt wrong to him, he’d barely meet the leadership anymore and finally, when one of his best friends within the Marcellos left the gang, he saw that the family he had dedicated his whole life in Los Santos to, was about to go down. He was out of the game. Due to the Marcello family maintaining a hostile relationship with the counsil, he knew he would have a hard time joining any of the major gangs. He and the friends that had left with him began rolling around in their own little group. After a couple of days one of his friends said he knew a guy, a guy that could recruit them and let them be a part of the gangworld again. That guys name was Clutch. Hakan had a good feeling about this, this would not feel wrong, this would be better. Hakan didn’t know that day, but this guy, Clutch, would become one of his closest friends and most trusted friends in Los Santos. Thanks to Clutch, Hakan had a reason to continue living in Los Santos again. The reason was his new family, The Wanted. He dressed in the proper colours and painted his car. The orange really did make him feel alive, his car seemed stronger, wilder, eager to conquer the streets of Los fucking Santos. He smiled, knowing he just made a huge leap towards his goals in life. . Even though racing had never played a big role in Hakans life, except for escaping from the police, he felt welcomed and appreciated within the gang. The next weeks were just perfect, he rolled with his gang, met a lot of men and women from the council gangs and finally had a chance to get to know them without weapons out. He made a lot of friends and usefull aquintances. Everything was going fine when suddenly he received a call from his hometown Berlin, asking him to return to Germany. Heavy hearted he had to leave Los Santos. When Clutch dropped him of at the airport, Hakan was sure he’d never set foot into Los Santos again, but he couldn’t have been more wrong. A couple of weeks had passed when he returned and was welcomed back as if he had never left. Again he thought himself that he had made the right choice joining this gang. Hakan promised himself to protect The Wanted from what happened to his prior family and to stay loyal to his leaders untill he'd breathe his last breath. 4 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Copes Posted September 30, 2019 Report Share Posted September 30, 2019 With new found recognition from the Cartels overseas, this left The Wanted with easy and cheap access to heavy weaponry. Word quickly got around about The Wanted entering the weapons trade resulting in many business opportunities arising from various individuals and groups alike. Upon discussing the pricing and terms with the council, bulk import agreements were decided upon and other members of The Wanted worked on expanding their own clientele to build up monetary gain independently. The week had been busy and exciting. In honor of the group's achievement an impromptu street race tournament was held at The Wanted Reup track. Fifteen participants competing for a quick cash prize with the two runner ups being awarded lower increments. The Elegy Retro Custom was the hot pick for the selected track. Those who brought them to the starting line dominated, leaving the final race with four Elegys to battle it out. The participants zoomed past the finish line, securing both their positions and prizes. Our top three winners for this event was Edward Wayne securing third place, Deakin Storm securing second place, and The Wanted's own Draven Vaspucci securing the first place prize. Thank you to everyone who came out to participate. Many more to be planned in the future. 13 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...