The Rooks

[Harley]

 

Formerly known as Harley Hartwell, older sister to 'Audrey Hartwell', first daughter to two "Loving" parents,

'Annabel Hartwell' & 'Scott Hartwell'. 

Since Audrey's birth in 1997, Harley's Parents had carelessly pushed her aside, showing their blatantly obvious preference to her younger, more talented sister. Their mother, Annabel Hartwell, explicitly showed her disdain and neglect to her first born. As Harley  grew up suffering the painful indifference her parents justified day in and day out she continued to come home from school. She would arrive home beaten, bruised and covered in dirt, scars began to riddle her body and her mother would completely overlook anything Harley needed. Their mother would only focus on Audrey, who at this point in her life Harley has come to believe her parents thought must've shit gold with perfection, had no capacity to do anything wrong. As the days passed Harley became more and more withdrawn from those around her, knowing that those who brought you into the world could throw you away like trash left a void in her she needed to fill.

 

As the years passed and the neglect persisted, growing more and more noticeable, Harley became more reserved; a quiet teenager. She kept to herself, not socializing at school and would never speak to her parents. It was easy going around unnoticed in the cold home she had grown accustomed to. Preferring the long quiet walks to school over the anxiety riddled car ride with her family, Harley would often take her time as she walked past the local Military Defense Academy. There was something that drew her to this place she couldn't overlook.  There was an inspiration growing inside her, something she could work for, live for and even die for.
After school Harley would stand at the fence; fingers entwined in the metal, face pressed as close as she could get as she would watch them training; always the exact same formation patterns never changing. She would be there like clock work, tirelessly taking in all she could like a sponge, it was as if someone was playing it on a loop. With her sister always coming home with stories to tell or grades to show her parents, always in the spotlight it didn't take long for Harley to lose focus on school, and all inspiration for life. She soon fell into a dark state of depression, with only the thought of the Armed Forces, and her excitement that came from that being the only thing to help her go about her day.

A few months passed before Harley spent the remainder of her time researching and learning about the British Navy.  She began to become obsessed and focused on everything Navy; needless to say she believed why not neglect her family, they didn't even act as if she existed. The moment she turned 16, she enlisted in the Navy, never looking back at the life she now condemned and hoped would rot.  She worked hard day in and day out, tirelessly to be able to move up in the rankings and become everything she knew she was capable of. Everything her family made her believe she wasn't and would never be.

((Read the Story about Harley's time in the Navy HERE))

Many years down the road; after Harley joined the Rooks, she longed to reach out to her Sister, who conveniently also resided in Los Santos. The reason given that drove Audrey to move here was to try to repair the connection she lost with her sister. Harley tried to explain to Audrey why she did what she felt she had to do and eventually had hoped for forgiveness from her family. 
Audrey's response to it all was thankful and she was relieved to find Harley was alive and well after all this time. Audrey explained she could not speak for their parents, but she missed her sister dearly and had been looking for her for years. She eventually asked if Harley would have any interest in coming back to the UK to visit their parents.  This gave Harley pause, she would be able to ask for their forgiveness herself, something she was unsure she wanted, but she longed to just hear they were proud of her, that they loved her and were sorry they mistreated her. It took Harley a few days to think it all over, the pros and cons to this trip. After all she hadn't seen her parents in 9 years, and after closing those horrible memories  from her childhood away, their neglect and lack of regard for her wellbeing. Nonetheless, she agreed to visit them, not to ask for forgiveness, but to explain how she felt and why she left.

Harley, although nervous, was happy to be on the plane with her sister, but anxious to see her parents again. Audrey already had their flights booked before Harley agreed, she was optimistic about the family reunion as well as the flight back to the UK together to visit their family.

Whilst on the plane, Harley struggled to sleep. Her mind was hyper focused on seeing her parents, running every  possible scenario imaginable in her head a thousand times. Unable to sleep she decided that a distraction was in order and turned on the in flight entertainment system, hoping it would distract her. As she watched the BBC News channel they were broadcasting breaking news. It was stated that there was a terrorist attack currently in progress in their home town of Oxford, in the busy High Street. They described the woman responsible as being dressed in black clothing walking down the High Street; automatic rifle in hand, the ones you wouldn't see much in the United Kingdom. The news stated the woman was just randomly shooting every civilian she could find, leaving a wake of death in her path carelessly and heartlessly, before running off untouched. The News Report showed CCTV footage live as the woman walked through the High Street gunning people down, with a panicked news reporter advising locals to stay inside, and stay safe. Harley could relate to that cold, unwavering feeling of emptiness. She knew all too well what it took to be able to handle oneself in that manner and not blink an eye as you step over bodies crying out for help.  Un phased by what she had just watched she turned off the news and tried again to get at least some sort of sleep before she was to face the evil she called her parents.

The Visit

The sisters arrived in their home city at 22:37. The moment they stepped off the plane, the cold, sharp British wind blew across Harley’s face, welcoming her back. Her nose red from the cold, face instantly remembering the sharp pain of the cold winds. As they stepped outside of the airport, a Black Cab was waiting for them, warm and familiar.. The Black Cab gave Harley a sense of nostalgia, a little glimmer of hope that this visit would go well. Once they arrived at the house, Harley took a deep breath in, anxiety racing as she prepared herself for the next step; walking through the front door.  They stood shoulder to shoulder at the front door, Audrey wrapping her arms around her sister, smiling, brimming with happiness. The 10 seconds after her shaky fist danced across the front door, felt like forever.

 What if they hate her for leaving? 
What if they don't recognise her? 

All of these questions raced through Harley’s mind until finally, after what seemed like a lifetime, her mother answered the door, her eyes brighter the minute they laid eyes on Audrey.  The greeting Audrey received, loving with a warm embrace. As their mother released her sister her eyes slowly scanned to the right then resting on Harley. Her mother stepped backwards to allow Audrey through and before turning her back, adorned a small smile and gestured to Harley to come inside with a wave.

Harley’s mother hastily ushered the two towards the living room, sitting them down on the couch. It was the same couch they had when Harley was younger, the brown fabric had faded a bit but still had the rough feel to it and the thought made her skin itch. She ran her hand along the arm of the couch to her left remembering the days she cried to herself alone here made her throat dry making her feel as if she was choking. Harley glanced around the room while her mother gossiped with Audrey, instantly noticing the trophies her sister had collected while growing up.  There were an abundance of photos of Audrey and her parents all over the walls, scented candles that had never been used for 20 years still sitting on the shelves and the single small photograph tucked away nearly covered by her sister's photo of Harley so many years ago. The room felt stale, like it had not been decorated or changed, forever suspended in the years Harley suffered in silence since she decided to leave home back in 2011.

Audrey and Harley decided it best to stay at their parents house for a week, sleeping in their childhood beds brought them both memories; ones Harley would rather forget, and ones Audrey wanted to feel once again.

Harley laid in her childhood bed, tossing and turning unable to shake an uneasy feeling a few days into her visit. The air in the room was stagnant and she could smell the remnants of the dinner her family had cooked earlier in the evening. She could hear the crickets outside the window and the random cars in the distance. Yet as everything seemed well in the world she couldn't shake the feeling of something bad was to come. In the same breath she exhaled with came the loud pounding on the door, the police sirens that were deafening, and the man on the megaphone yelling her name, demanding she surrender immediately. Confused, and worried about her parents finding out what she had become, Harley complied. She stepped out of the front door, where she was met with blinding lights, deafening sirens, and 25 Armed Police Officers demanding she got on her knees, pointing their weapons directly at her. Harley immediately dropped to her knees, took one look behind her and watched as her parents' faces dropped in utter disappointment.

Harley was arrested and taken to back to the United States, to Bolingbroke Penitentiary, kept in solitary confinement under the charges of a suspect of Domestic Terrorism. Completely confused, Harley contested these charges, to no success, or even a court case.

During her 3 month stay in Bolingbroke, Harley didn't waste her time. She used her inside contacts to find out exactly what happened and how she was framed. She gathered all the information she could, and pieced it all together when she was released, using the assistance of The Rooks. She would sit in her Hotel Room in Del Perro for hours, with her corkboard of evidence, trying to figure out who framed her for the terrorist attack.

 

At first, Harley assumed it would be a corrupt cop from the LSPD, her first assumption was Jason Steel, which was soon debunked when she heard from her insider on the LSPD, [], that Jason Steel was on a Leave of Absence for the duration of her stay in the United Kingdom.

Harley spent months stalking every detective or police officer who looked like they gave a shit about their job, trying to piece together whoever framed her for the attack, but with every new theory falling apart.

Harley was on the verge of giving up and throwing in the towel and never knowing. Each and every person she believed she had a theory for, had an alibi shattering everything she had pieced together, everything was falling apart. She threw herself back on the couch, crushed at the thought of what had happened to her would go unpunished and that's when something caught her attention. Harley looked to her left where an old family photograph of her and her family together sat. The dust on it was beyond noticeable, the glass on the frame had been cracked from her throwing it in anger. Harley looked past the broken glass and months of dust that gathered, her gaze focused on her mother, and so many things she overlooked on her visit began to pop up like cockroaches. The little things she overlooked and didn't think mattered. The lack of photos of Harley on the walls of the living room, the ignorance she showed her at the front door, the dust and stale smell of her childhood bedroom, the locked doors she was rushed past when they first arrived at the house, the general neglect she showed Harley during her weeks visit, and the severe lack of emotion and shock on her mothers face when the police showed up at the house that night. None of it added up, and none of it felt right.

Her next suspect: Annabel Hartwell

Harley’s panicked thoughts and worries started to align themselves. She instantly stood up and rushed across the room grabbing the frame on the table. Without a thought she shattered the glass on the edge of the table and ripped the family photo, only to post her mother’s face onto the corkboard across the room.  As she glared at the image in front of her she began to piece together all she knew about this that would prove her own mother would snitch.
After thorough deliberation, her first step was to review past communications with anyone in the LSPD. Since Harley was unable to go back to the UK;  due to the travel ban,  Harley spoke to Ravyn, the closest person she had to a real sister, desperate for answers . Harley begged Ravyn to go to the UK to do a favor, that being stealing her mother’s phone and using her skills she hasn't used since bank jobs years back, to read through any Emails, Texts or communications with anyone from the LSPD.

Ravyn smiled and agreed to do the task for Harley. “Anything for Family” she answered as she went online and booked the next available flight from LSIA to the United Kingdom.

Ravyn stepped out of the airport after arriving in the UK, and took a cab to Oxford. As she glanced down at her phone and reviewed every aspect of  the images Harley sent her of her parent’s home and of her mother. Ravyn wandered around the neighborhood taking in every little detail down to the ant ridden sucker the neighbors son dropped when she first arrived, three hours ago. After the sun finally set, she regained sight of Annabel, and noticed she never locks the front door when entering her home. Ravyn grinned at this stupid mistake taking the opportunity to enter the home going unnoticed. Ravyn, dressed as a true rook, pure black leather outfit, and her signature black bandana mask made her way through the yard entering the Hartwell home.

Ravyn crept through the dimly lit house, watching Annabel and her routine being sure to not leave any trace she was there behind. Her hands covered in the trade mark leather gloves, fingers trailing across the counter top she stalked her prey through the house and up the stairs. As Annabel closed the bathroom door behind her, leaving her phone to charge in the bedroom. You could hear the bathwater begin to run as she began to sing a little song that echoed from the bathroom. Ravyn quickly snatched up the phone, connecting the phone to her tablet and used the precious minutes she had to intercept the Emails and texts, downloading everything onto her drive. She carefully returns the phone back onto the night stand and makes her way back downstairs closing the back door quietly behind her and mutters to herself "why does no one lock their stuff?"

After arriving back at the airport, Ravyn finds a secluded area to wait for her flight and begins to review the emails, immediately noticing one that stood out; from Annabel to one registered to someone in the LSPD. Ravyn begins to look further and uncovers a chain of multiple emails to and from the same detective in the LSPD. She quickly gathered her things as she heard the announcement to board her flight back to Los Santos and made her way to the plane. 
As the plane was in the air and she was allowed to resume her reading she pulled out her tablet and began to dig further. Her heart sank as she continued to read the Emails. Ravyn quickly learned that after hearing about Harley's decision to the UK with the intentions of making amends with her parents, her mothers true color didn't fail to shine through.  Her mother sent an email out to a known detective in the LSPD within minutes of ending the call with Audrey. It only took a few moments, after hearing Harley wanted to reconnect for her to betray her yet again. Annabel's communications with [], suggested Annabel was willing to pay this detective to set Harley up to be vulnerable, and to be arrested for something that would keep Harley out of the country forever; out of her life as if she never existed.

Ravyn thought about all of the information she had read and believed the detective’s replies suggested he was willing to work with Harley’s mother. Within the conversations he suggests they frame Harley for an act of domestic terrorism. [] continued to explain the investigations Bureau has access to people who would be able to make it look like it was her daughter, without question. [] was confident he had a lookalike of Harley to pull this off as  Harley’s arrival, and make sure there was nothing that would prove it wasn't her. The conversations went on to explain that this, combined with the suspicious travel of a wanted criminal, would be enough for the charges to stick,  have no chance of trial,  and Harley would be deported from the UK, placed in Bolingbroke Penitentiary and left to rot.

avyn was disgusted after reading these emails, knowing there was no real easy way to break this to Harley,  Ravyn dialed her number and explained all she read, confirming her suspicions of her mother were true. All Ravyn could think was "What kind of parent would do this, and on top of it all, she paid for her to be deported from the UK."
After hearing this news Harley hung up her phone, letting it fall to the floor next to her. She stood there for what felt like hours, staring off, thoughts running through her head in all directions. She was completely drowned in anger and emotions, anger, hate, sadness, confusion but most of all the rage that was growing in her was one no one could put out. What was to come next was not going to be easy, yet after a lifetime of the feelings she fought through she knew; her mother would pay.

Over the next few days Harley dives in getting things prepped, gathering more information from contacts she's gained over the years. Over the years she has met a lot of questionable people with whom she has questionable relationships with.  Cartel members, dodgy businessmen, murderers and other suspicious people while in the Rooks. She was able to get her hands on a false Alias, an ID and Passport in order to be able to enter the UK undetected.  She carefully opened the envelope and looked over the documents smiling as se read the name to herself. “Lilith Alvah”, loosely translating to “Ghost of the Night”, conveniently foreshadowing her intentions for this trip. Harley managed to get through customs and fly to the UK without anyone batting an eye in her direction, it helped that she changed her appearance drastically as to not raise suspicion. 

Upon arrival in the UK she was greeted with weather that matched the pace of her soul; cunning, severe, damaging. The winds tore past her with a force she hadn't seen and the rain falling in large drops echoed through the streets as she made her way to her parents home. As the cab slowed a block away she told the cab driver to pull over, sliding him a large tip. As she climbed out of the cab making her way up the road she felt a hand on her shoulder and she jumped, startled reaching for her gun. Ravyn smiled as she removed her hand backing up slowly, "Whoa, chill. I figured you would come here first, didn't wanna see you make a mistake."
Harley tucked her gun away as she exhaled scoffing at Ravyn, "You bitch, why do you do that to me?" They laughed as they made their way back down the road to the discreet hotel Ravyn had booked for them. As they entered the room they removed the wet coats and sat at the end of the bed. Ravyn laughed as she stood up and grabbed something from her bag. She held out her hand and there rested a blunt. "I think you need to smoke more , decompress a bit."

The two sat in silence  as they smoked, the thick smoke filled the room. Ravyn laughed as Harley began to cough like an old decrepit man as she always does. "Harley, you REALLY need to smoke more, that shit is disgusting!" Ravyn laughed as she threw a pillow at Harley. They went on for what felt like hours discussing her plans on how to proceed before they finally settled on one. Harley went to shower changing into a black leather jacket, black pants, and a classic Rooks Bandana. As she went to the door she looked over at Ravyn and smiled, "Wish me luck!" and left to wait for her mother to walk home from work.

As she walked up towards her parents home so many vivid memories flooded her mind from her childhood. The hurt, neglect and pain rushed through her like a tsunami stirring a fury that even her concerned. The light at the back door still flickered as it did as she was younger, reminding her of the nights she would sneak out to watch the late night training at the base. She crossed the yard and waited in a nearby bush  near the path her mother frequented on her way home from work. As she sat waiting her heart began to race, her hands trembled as she looked down at her knife in her hand, she knew what she needed to do.  She took a few deep breaths, calmed herself down and focused on the road and the thought that this was the only way to end the battle she fought her entire life, she can do this, she has been trained for worse. Only minutes later she heard the shoes scraping on the wet sidewalk just before they hit the footpath. Harley glanced up, through her sunglasses and over her mask she saw her, Annabel Hartwell, the enemy. She smiled slightly under her mask as she thought her mother had no idea what she was in for. She let her mother pass the bush, oblivious, unaware and none the wiser.

Rage began to fill Harley’s mind as she watched her mother walk by the bush, with every sound her mother made, each and every step infuriating her more. Harley slowly stood and stepped out from the bush walking quickly towards her mother in a dark unlit spot of the footpath. Unaware of her footing, Harley stepped on a branch and with the silence around them, the crack caught her mothers attention. She turned to face her, fear on her face as Harley stepped closer.

Annabel took a sharp breath in as her hand clutched her chest when she saw Harley, eyes focused, fierce and determined. Before Annabel could get a single breath out, Harley swung the blade forward, violently, repetitively, the cut was smooth and deep. No emotions ran through her mind and she didn't speak a word, it was as if she was watching herself free herself from the pain, no conscious could argue with the raw emotion happening in that very moment. After the screams stopped, and Annabel's breath was weakened as she lay there fighting to breathe, hands coated in blood as she attempted to contain any of the aftermath. After Harley finished her attack, knife still lodged inside of her mother, she stood over her mother, lowering herself to get a good look at her mother. She looked directly into her mothers eyes, she could only see the fear in the way her mother looked at Harley as life was leaving her body. Harley looked back through her tinted glasses with no emotion, with a sense of relief and a weight lifted from her shoulders.
Annabel's motionless, lifeless, stiffening body in her hands was cathartic.  Without saying a word, Harley nodded as she watched her fall from her grip as she dropped her. Harley went to retrieve a shovel she had hidden a nearby bush and began digging the hole. 

Annabel’s body hit the dirt hard, but didn’t make much noise. Harley's hand steadier than ever removed the bloody knife from her mother’s body and tucked it away to dispose of later.Harley looked towards the corpse in the grave, this time with peace, and no anger in her mind. 

She arrived back at the hotel room and removed her clothing at the door and placed them in the bag Ravyn left labeled "Put them here" which was next to the barrel which she labeled 'Lye'. Harley laughed softly as she imagined Ravyn dragging all the lye and the barrel into the room inconspicuously. "This bitch" Harley thought, "THEY are family." She moved to the bathroom to clean up and noticed one more note next to the bathroom sink. This one was labeled "Smoke me. You deserve to be happy." Harley ran herself a bath and lit the blunt as she leaned back to relax. "Everyone gets what they deserve" she chuckled softly as she took a big hit, this time not coughing, finally at peace.

[Harley]

"See you on the other side" were the last words Harley spoke on the phone to [] as she hung up and prepared for her next task ahead of her. Harley dropped her phone on the desk in the office and changed into her disguise, complete with mask, helmet and voice changing module.

After multiple tests in the field, Harley and other High Command members of The Rooks agreed it was time to put one of their prospects to their final test before recruitment. Nicknamed "Project Sunset" the three planned out what was about to happen. Harley, Jimmy and Frankie stood in the office circling a bag on the floor. The plan was simple. The bag was to be filled with a plain metal box to weigh it down, and was sealed with tamper proof tape. Frankie was to then give the bag to the newest prospect [] to deliver to unnamed clients. She was given simple instructions "Do not open the bag. Do not touch the bag. We don't know eachother. The only thing you need to say to them when you meet them is this: "The sun will set in the west this evening, but don't forget your wings."

Harley and Jimmy drove to the agreed meeting location, dressed in their new disguises and voice modules on. They both anxiously waited at the warehouse for [] to arrive with the package. The prospect arrived 4 cigars later, anxiously placing the bag down on the ground infront of them, stuttering out the words "The sun will set in the west this evening, but don't forget your wings."

Now the facade began. Harley carried the bag around the corner, inspected the bag but didn't open it, being careful not to touch the tamper proof tape, and screamed behind her voice changing module "WHAT THE FUCK" followed shortly by "Get her on her knees". Confused but defenceless, [] got on her knees, confused about what she did wrong. She began to cower, her voice began to shake. The prospect was all of a sudden tied up, blindfolded and shoved into the corner of the warehouse where Harley began to interogate, belittle and emotionally torture []. Harley was interested in what made [] crack, what did she value enough that the mere threat of it were to be taken away, that she would let loose all information she knew about The Rooks and the people she had met.

Although, as much as Harley tried to get [] to crack, she refused to let any information slip from her lips. Harley smiled behind her mask, catching herself and putting on a fake frown right after. She demanded [] to get in the trunk of the vehicle after all hope of her snitching had fallen.

[] was shoved into the trunk of the nearby Rebla, and driven to the Vinyards north of Los Santos, where Frankie and David were waiting. Still blindfolded, [] was pushed into the building, and shoved onto her knees infront of Frankie and David. Frankie, panicked, put on the first voice he could think of. A voice that could only be described as a constipated goblin. The weirdest shit you could ever hear. Harley struggled not to laugh, her eyes watering behind her mask. Getting herself back together, she staightened up and listened to Frankie as he ordered []'s execution. Jimmy clicked the safety off of his gun, and pointed it directly against []'s temples. She began to cry, begging for one last message to be sent to her boyfriend. Harley allowed it, and they recorded her dying wishes to be sent to Suken. Once it was over, Jimmy held the gun against her temples again. Through her voice changing module, Harley told [] to close her eyes. Flinching, [] did as she said, her heart rate began to raise as she started sweating and panicking about the end of her life and then BANG! Harley had shot the ceiling. Jimmy then ripped the blindfold off of [] and she was greeted with a familiar, comforting "Hello!" from Frankie.

 

After a few "I hate you"'s and the insults were done, Harley's tone of voice went back to the serious tone she had the whole night. She turned to face [] and extended her hand out, offering a handshake.

"You've passed"

 

[Dobalina]

The Contender Contention

     ..We pulled into Vlad's driveway. He had an arrangement; a sale. Nothing out of the ordinary. Vlad ran inside his place as I relaxed in the truck. I pulled out my necklace, hit the pipe that was attached to it, and rolled down the window. I exhaled a large tetrahydrocannabinol cloud of smoke and as that cloud dissipated, I saw a man crouching along the corner of Vlad's building. "How high am I?" I thought. The man was dressed in black, masked up, and holding a pistol in his left hand, with his right guiding him along the building. After a few moments of disbelief, we locked eyes, and he took off.

     I radioed in the occurrence, instructing Vlad to remain where he was. The rest of us on the frequency made their way over as precautionary backup. A Mesa 4x4 pulled into the driveway, parking next to me in Vlad's Contender. He rolled down his window.

                           "Zade, is that you?" He asked. I shook my head

                           "You mean Zane?" I replied.
                           "Yea, Zane." 
                           "No." 

                         

                            "He's helping me become one of you." He said, confidently.

                           "Who are you?" I asked.

                           "Guka Galdavadze."

                           I shrugged.

                           "What about you?" He asked, fishing for information.

                           I hesitated. "Frankie."
                           

     Vlad was clear. This Guka guy wasn't here to fuck with us. He's just an idiot. Vlad came out. He hopped in the truck with his guns and we all pulled out of his driveway going separate ways...

 

 

Edited January 23, 2021 by Dobalina

[Vez]

keep up the amazing stories guys, good work.

[MrDisciple]

And so another chapter has opened for David Disciple. Through all his hard work and dedication he has climbed up the ranks, becoming a Solider. Enforcer, Frankie Valalero called Davids private number telling him to come over to Del Perro for a chat. Duke, Randy Berkowitz was already there waiting on Davids arrival. Randy and Frankie were situated up on a balcony, looking over Del Perro pier when David pulled in on his Drag.

David Disciple wasn't sure what was going to happen, had he done something wrong or messed something up? As David walked up to the balcony, the stairs began to get steeper and steeper. Every step he took felt like it was getting further and further away. Yes, he was nervous. THE ROOKs are Davids family, his life, his world. He never takes anything high command say or do lightly. So walking up to them for a "chat" had him overthinking.

High command, Randy and Frankie had a little discussion with David before they broke the news to him that he would now be recognized as a Solider. David Disciple was honored. Although many members of the Family had a lot of disbelief in David when he joined, such as Randy, due to his past gang violence history. His time in the family had proven them all wrong, no longer was David Disciple a petty thief. He was now a high class established criminal. He was now a ROOK.

 

It's almost been a week since David Disciples promotion to Soldier and operations haven't been smoother. THE ROOKs have also picked up the pace a lot recently. With multiple new prospects stepping up, numbers have been at a constant high, compared to the drought of activity they'd just been though. Braddocks farm is a place of operation, holding it down is imperative and no other group, gang or family has dared step up to try and hold it for themselves. A name has also been growing unintentionally in the streets of Los Santos for THE ROOKs for being notorious of ambushes. They've gained recognition for holding down Braddocks, although never declaring who they are, somehow people know.

ROOKs are a very merciful family and no matter where or who your are, as long as you show respect, no harm will come to you. While holding down Braddocks, many "Randoms" come in looking to feed off ROOKs land, stealing their plants and using their table unannounced. And sometimes, because of this, a message needs to be sent. [REDACTED] entered their lab just a few days ago in hopes to take some weed away with him, upon being told to leave by an Associate he was disrespectful and so he was held up by soldiers who were setup in bushes. THE ROOKs decided to give [REDACTED] a taste of his own medicine, literally. David Disciple cooked up a gram of coke inside the shed while Harley Pavlovich forced him to smoke blunt after blunt. The goal was to put him on the edge of overdosing, which is the exact result they got. They then threw [REDACTED] out onto the streets, shaken and high.

- Private Property -

[Dimja]

Awesome post David! Looking forward to see more of your posts!

[devcs]

nice to see this after being gone for a while!

[Tharindu_Eranga]

always best..rooks

[Lupin]

Awesome but why are you guys all dressed the same? Even on SA:MP where clothing system was much less developed people looked a bit different.

Edited January 27, 2021 by Lupin

[Lupin]

@Jimmy Irish

 

[Jimmy Irish]

1 minute ago, Lupin said:

@Jimmy Irish

 

UNIFORM

[ˈyo͞onəˌfôrm]

 

NOUN

1. the distinctive clothing worn by members of the same organization or body or by children attending certain schools.

   "airline pilots in dark blue uniforms" · 

   [more]

   synonyms:

   costume · livery · regalia · habit · suit · dress · garb · attire · ensemble

[Lupin]

11 minutes ago, Jimmy Irish said:

UNIFORM

[ˈyo͞onəˌfôrm]

 

NOUN

1. the distinctive clothing worn by members of the same organization or body or by children attending certain schools.

   "airline pilots in dark blue uniforms" · 

   [more]

   synonyms:

   costume · livery · regalia · habit · suit · dress · garb · attire · ensemble

Alright. I'm just saying, it's not official government faction, you're just some sort of mafia. Don't really think it's uniforms but suits lmao. It's a bit non realistic to have everyone dress exactly the same way in a criminal organization. You should've picked the main colour and be a little more creative. Don't get me wrong, everything is awesome. I don't hate or anything. It's just a small detail that caught my opinion

[HeyRavyn]

7 minutes ago, Lupin said:

Alright. I'm just saying, it's not official government faction, you're just some sort of mafia. Don't really think it's uniforms but suits lmao. It's a bit non realistic to have everyone dress exactly the same way in a criminal organization. You should've picked the main colour and be a little more creative. Don't get me wrong, everything is awesome. I don't hate or anything. It's just a small detail that caught my opinion

Good thing thats such an OLD pic right? The evolution of the Rooks is a beautiful thing.  ♥ #details

Edited January 27, 2021 by WillowRaven

[josh weathers]

I love the rooks thay are amazing people and what thay wear is what thay wear to be honest I like what thay wear.

[Lupin]

42 minutes ago, WillowRaven said:

Good thing thats such an OLD pic right? The evolution of the Rooks is a beautiful thing.  ♥ #details

I'll believe you. Just don't know why everybody reacting so bad lmao I just said what I saw.

[Jameson Micheals]

@Lupin 

it isn’t us being defensive rather than informing you. The rooks are a higher echelon crime organization that deals more with the wealthy, thus the wear of suits, and driving higher class vehicles are intertwined with how we operate. Furthermore, it is a part of our genre and suits in my personal opinion realistically matches the description of how we operate. 

[Lupin]

20 minutes ago, Jameson Micheals said:

@Lupin 

it isn’t us being defensive rather than informing you. The rooks are a higher echelon crime organization that deals more with the wealthy, thus the wear of suits, and driving higher class vehicles are intertwined with how we operate. Furthermore, it is a part of our genre and suits in my personal opinion realistically matches the description of how we operate. 

Of course. I understand. You understood me wrong. I'm not saying you shouldn't be wearing suits, but rather to use the clothing system of GTAV in more creative manner - be different, but the same. I've posted a picture below, notice how they are all dressed the same, but slightly different. It gives a slightly more realistic feel. But I was informed the picture was old and how your organization had developed big time, so therefore I apologize, I just saw that page1 pic and didn't look further

[Jameson Micheals]

@Lupin

ill try to show you later, all of us individually wear slightly different variations of suits. Some prefer the tradition black and white suits, while others like myself go into our own design (per instance I wear a blue jacket, black shirt, blue bow tie and khaki pants). The picture itself is outdated I highly recommend you cross reference while ic the next time you go in game to further understand and better equip the knowledge you are referencing

[Lupin]

12 minutes ago, Jameson Micheals said:

@Lupin

ill try to show you later, all of us individually wear slightly different variations of suits. Some prefer the tradition black and white suits, while others like myself go into our own design (per instance I wear a blue jacket, black shirt, blue bow tie and khaki pants). The picture itself is outdated I highly recommend you cross reference while ic the next time you go in game to further understand and better equip the knowledge you are referencing

Yes. I did apologize. The picture is infact old.

[HeyRavyn]

50 minutes ago, Lupin said:

Of course. I understand. You understood me wrong. I'm not saying you shouldn't be wearing suits, but rather to use the clothing system of GTAV in more creative manner - be different, but the same. I've posted a picture below, notice how they are all dressed the same, but slightly different. It gives a slightly more realistic feel. But I was informed the picture was old and how your organization had developed big time, so therefore I apologize, I just saw that page1 pic and didn't look further

No one commenting intended to make it seem we were upset, so apologies! If you would run into any Rooks IC and have interactions you would see the evolution from earlier posts and where they are at now. But I think you should take a read, the stories are great and provide a great option for immersion! I would love to see even more clothing options in city as well!  #BougieLife

[Lupin]

2 minutes ago, WillowRaven said:

No one commenting intended to make it seem we were upset, so apologies! If you would run into any Rooks IC and have interactions you would see the evolution from earlier posts and where they are at now. But I think you should take a read, the stories are great and provide a great option for immersion! I would love to see even more clothing options in city as well!  #BougieLife

Already on it! 

[MrDisciple]

Family Is Key!

Nothing comes above family, there is nothing more important. David Disciple truly loves each and every member of The Rooks. He will lay his life down to save any member, from Associate to Boss. It's evident that every member feels the same way due to how long the family has been running. Unlike all previous organisations, The Rooks are a family who's bonds can never be broken. A long time ago Rooks were physically broken, but spirits were not. They stuck together and pushed through. Now, Rooks are neutral and respected by every organisation in San Andreas.

 

It was time to open up the doors to the family. High Command picked 2 of the most worthy prospects to be taken up to [REDACTED] for their evaluation. It was time to see if Juan Menez and Parosh Wayz have what it takes to join The Rooks. They both already qualify in regards to finance, experience and assets. That's not what this was about. This was a time where each member of the family can pick away at the prospects to find out exactly who they are and what they're motives are. Everyone has their own opinion on people, and what ever is said is to be taken constructively. Many Rooks can become defensive at this time, and rightly so. Rooks only want the best and most loyal. A good few family members including David Disciple although knowing their names, hadn't got to know them yet. This means everything said in the hour fully influences their vote. Both prospects discussed their time in Crimson Syndicate, this was how they came to know the Rooks. 

Diving deep into Juan Menezs' experiences in the city, he appeared to have had little to none. For example, not knowing the leader of Zetas, the most impactful cartel to ever hit LS. Furthermore there was a sense he lacked knowledge among current organisations. Most of the family saw this as a learning point and that he can learn as he goes where as others such as David Disciple felt Juans lack of knowledge wouldn't look good coming from a Rooks mouth. "The kid hadn't even committed a felony" David thought to himself. Moving on, Juan talked about loyalty and staying true until the end. David smiled at this moment, if the Rooks hadn't stayed loyal to each other in the past, they'd not be here today. Although Juan admitted to leaving his previous syndicate as most other members left. This left David confused, what happened to loyalty?

David Disciple thought Parosh Wayz performed well during his questioning. Under high pressure, Parosh kept it together and was well spoken. Some members of the family felt his answers were fake and not truthful, they felt he gave them answers they wanted to hear. David Disciple begged to differ, if your going for a job interview are you going to tell them the correct answers although untruthful, or are you going to tell them the wrong ones and risk joining the family? If anything, it shows Parosh Wayz knows how to answer a question which is what Rooks need. Someone who knows what they're doing.

In Davids opinion their are flaws in both prospects. Juan Menez flaws can be put to side due to the fact he's under a lot of stress, especially if joining The Rooks means as much as he claimed it did. Parosh Wayz made his main mistake before the evaluation even started. Upon being searched he was found with a body camera. What kind of a criminal carry's a camera, wouldn't this just incriminate himself and everyone around him?

Both prospects were taken to the cliff edge, everyone knew it was voting time. David Disciple voted one yes and one no. When all votes were counted, they both received a majority vote of yes and were set on their final task before becoming a fully fledged Rook.

[Disciple]

Great post bro! 

[Tharindu_Eranga]

keep going..

[Chester213]

That's dope!