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Why do you? | Started by: DravenLynn on Aug 27, '11 23:08 |
Draven paused as she viewed an empty soap box at the corner of a street she happened to almost pass by. Lighting a smoke, she thought for a moment, not sure as to step up or not knowing she's nothing more than a mere petty thief, but she decided to walk over to it anyways. Looking about for a moment she stepped up finally on the box, took a drag of her smoke, and then slowly exhaled as she watched the cloud drift off and dissapate in the gentle winds. |
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Why do we do it?
Because its so much fucking better than working for a living.
Now run along and put the kettle on, theres a good girl.
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Reply by: fluffymonkeygibbon at Aug 27, '11 23:12 | |
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Seeing a new yet familiar face at the corner of the street speak about the dangerous life of crime and the loyalties of families I couldn't help but throw in my own two cents.
The life of crime and danger, bullets flying over your sholders, sitting with your back to the corner in every bar, restaurant and coffee shop. Watching the people you grow close to die in your arms. Working your way up to the streets running drugs and all kinds of other illegal activities where there aren't many rewards for the risks you take.
Its probably the worst life you could ever wish upon anyone in the world you know or care about ...
But for me ... Its what makes me tick ... and no matter how much I'd like to give it up ... it would kill me faster if I did.
Joey pulls out a cigar and joins Draven. |
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Reply by: JoeyBagaDonuts at Aug 27, '11 23:17 | |
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Looks over her shoulder hearing fluffymonkeygibbon and grins a bit. |
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Reply by: DravenLynn at Aug 27, '11 23:21 | |
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Sweeney sitting on a bench with his silk black suit and orange tie from earlier to Draven's mothers grave. He takes out a Mnt Dew from his coat pocket. Opens it up and takes a swallow of the cold liquid drink. He sees his friends daughter out on the streets and gets up to get a closer look to here her speech. While listening Sweeney nods and smiles at her. Don't think Draven knows exactly who he is. But, for sure he knows who she is. After finnishing her speech Sweeney looks up to her from her standing on her box. He begins to speak:
Well Draven number two. Why do we do it exactly? It's quite simple and many reasons why. For me. It's for a couple of reasons.
Sweeney takes a drink of his Mnt Dew and continues.
First, like the fluffy kid said it's a whole shit load better then working at the doc or being shot over some petty war for our goverment and get a hand shake and a thank you. No. I rather be the man who makes thirty times more money and be mroe respected by people in this things of ours.
Now another reason people need to feel like doing this. For instance like me. It's because of our history name. The Sweeney's. People pursade your kids to come back. And, keep telling my kids not too. But, shit happens. They keep coming back.
Sweeney takes another sip of his drink.
So there's really my two reasons in this world. Money and my name. What can I say? I'ma Sweeney
He smiles up to Draven and takes another sip of his drink. Lays it on the ground near the box with a card that says his address in it. Sweeney turns around and walks away with his hands in his pocket looking up to the sky. |
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Reply by: Sweeney at Aug 27, '11 23:43 | |
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Sao stands around, listening to everyone's thoughts on the matter. This throws Sao into a fit of deep thought. His mind is racing, looking for an answer. When he can't think of one, he wings it and tells his opinion. |
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Reply by: Sao- at Aug 28, '11 00:10 | |
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Goon scraches his head for a second and smiles.
Misplaced pride I guess. While my kin has done well in other walks of life this is the one I can't imagine to leave for good, even if it skips few generations sooner or later something will draw back my bloodline back here for one more spin. |
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Reply by: Goon at Aug 28, '11 00:19 | |
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Draven can't help but nodding in agreement with hearing each individuals answers. Hearing Sao speak she smiles at her friend. |
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Reply by: DravenLynn at Aug 28, '11 01:02 | |
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Seriously
let's not over glamourise the issue.
none of us want to make an honest living. we don't. we live outside of the law.
Romanticise it as much as you like. the fact is, we don't like a hard days work.
We like a workers hard day money.
what we do is completely reprehensible. it's evil, we should have been removed, be the life guard, from the gene pool.
it's not romantic.
we're a bunch of fucking killing cunts.
Please, don't try to romanticise my existence. I'm an evil cunt, as are you.
oooooooh cheese |
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Reply by: fluffymonkeygibbon at Aug 28, '11 01:13 | |
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Fluffy.. I do not romanticize anything here. And hard work. Some work a lot harder then you might think. She lights up her smoke. |
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Reply by: DravenLynn at Aug 28, '11 01:24 | |
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BubbleBeard scratches his beard and lights a cigar, stepping up to the conversation and listening in. Puffing on his Cuban, the captain nods in Draven's direction and speaks up. |
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Reply by: CaptainBubbleBeard at Aug 28, '11 01:34 | |
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Eve couldn'd help but cry as she remembered her role in her mother's death.
I was young, and my mother had been traveling for quite some time. I saw her walking towards the house in step with a woman I did not recognize. I ran out to greet her, but she yelled at me to stay in the house. She turned her back to me and pulled somthing from her purse. I didn't listen. I had missed her so much. I flung myself towards her before I noticed what was in her hand. My memory of the incident seems to play in slow motion. After I jumped into the air to tackle her, I saw the gun in her hand. She was aiming at street hood. When I knocked into her, her aim faltered just as she was pulling the trigger. She grunted from deep in her throat, then a gunshot exploded into the air.
There was complete silence after the shot was fired. My mother seemed in a trance, staring at the body of the woman she had just shot. I continued to cling to my mother, and stared after the street hood who my mother had wanted dead. His feet seemed glued to the pavement. We stood like this for what seemed like hours, but could only have been moments.
A stray mut ran around the corner and yelped at up, breaking our silence. The young thug sped off down the street and out of sight. I let go of my mother, but she scooped me up and ran me into the house. The rest is a blur of hurried actions. Calls were made, and I was sent to bed. Before I went, my mother whispered in my ear 'whatever happens, remember, this was an accident.' That is the last thing she ever said to me.
Sleep wouldn't come. I kept my ears pressed against my bedroom door and tried to forget the image of blood pooling under that woman's head. Sometime in the early morning I heard another explosion. Heart racing, I ran down the stairs and saw my mother lying before the wide open front door. An imposing, broad-shouldered man climed into a car and drove away.
After that I went to live with an old family friend, Badass. He eventually explained to me why my mother had to be killed. This was the life my mother had chosen, and she knew the consequences should she ever make a mistake.
Why do I? I wish I knew. I don't really know anything else. |
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Reply by: EvelinaGallo at Aug 28, '11 01:45 | |
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I do it for a variety of reasons. The main one is, bizarrely, that it gives me an outlet for my intense desire to educate people. Since that nasty, and overstated, incident involving an automobile and a school playground, I have been struck off the teacher’s register. Therefore I became an organised criminal in order to teach as many people as possible how to self improve. In many ways, I’d rather not be in this thing of ours. I just want to teach poetry and prose to little people
*Looks round for Rory *
But I quite like this job. And the Streets need me. |
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Reply by: Estebano at Aug 28, '11 02:12 | |
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Why not? |
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Reply by: LoveGun at Aug 28, '11 03:53 | |
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Quite simply,my family's bloodline keeps returning to these shores for one simple reason.
A promise made to a dear old friend.
No matter what each generation of my family,brings to the table. They are there 110% for that old friend,doing what they can do til the day they die. |
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Reply by: SupBud at Aug 28, '11 03:57 | |
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Draven bows her head at Lovegun's words, and thinks for a moment. Reflecting on something she said Draven smiled. |
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Reply by: DravenLynn at Aug 28, '11 04:50 | |
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As LoveGun swaggers down the road with Ronnie she hears a familiar voice behind them. She pauses for a moment, continues to listen and before even turning around she knows who it is. SupBud. LoveGun grinned. She retraced her steps, dragging Ronnie and the rum with her and joined SupBud with the gathering crowd. |
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Reply by: LoveGun at Aug 28, '11 05:38 | |
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Draven look up at LoveGun and solemnly nods. |
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Reply by: DravenLynn at Aug 28, '11 06:46 | |
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Why do I do it?
Takes a puff of his smoke.
Well, a better question would be, why don't I do it? It seems that this is just an easier way to go, this life we live. So that should answer your question. By the way would you mind lending me a few bucks for a new pack? I'm all out. |
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Reply by: SpikeSpiegel at Aug 28, '11 08:17 | |
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Why do I?
Its as SpikeSpiegel and LoveGun pointed out- Why not?
For me, the otherside is boring... a drivel world where you get up, work, earn, eat, sleep. You have friends but you never really know for sure if they are true to their friendship because there will never come a time when your life will depend on them.
Is it just me that enjoys this dark business we role in? Sure we might not have "security" or "an easy life" but why would you want these things?
When you role in the business, a business where death is far more potent and present... then you learn to appreciate life.
When you role in the business where fake friends and allies can turn on you and say "its just business"... you learn to appreciate the true brothers and sisters you hold dear.
When you are surrounded by a life of war and chaos... you learn to appreciate peace.
It is those things, those golden eggs hidden beneath a surface that looks brash and uneasy, that keeps me coming back. When a brother dies, and I ask myself "Why do I?" I light up a cigarette and remind myself that I wouldn't have it any other way. |
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Reply by: The_Messiah at Aug 28, '11 11:57 | |
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