Dynamite || Gang || Accepting

[BalletBabeEmie]

||Amy||

I stood shocked for a bit then shrugged. I followed him and started dancing, I saw some Crips and saw them walk into a VIP room she knew something was up, they are watching us. But I kept dancing running my hand threw my hair and swinging my hips.

[baestille]

|>|ThankYou|<|

Her outfit at the moment.

Hope slipped off her helmet and rested it on her bike. She walked into the warehouse and sat down on the light brown couch and took a sip of her soda that she had just bought. Her eyes darted around the room, nothing much was going on and she was bored out of her mind. She sighed walking out of the house and into the streets. Pulling a cigarett box out of her back pocket of her gray jeans, and light it pushing it into her mouth and breathing deeply in. Then once she couldn't take anymore in she heaved out, a puff of smoke covering her face and blinding her from everything else around her. She sighed bringing it softly to her lips again and sliding the box into her pocket again. She stopped, disguised with herself as usual. She hated smoking but her addiction would not allow her to. She threw the stick onto the black pavment and sighed kicking it around until it was covered with black muck.

[p u p p e h]

Blake:

"Amy, the Crips!" I exclaim, alert in my voice. I stand up straight. I sneak over to the VIP door, pulling my gun out. I press my gun against the heavy door. "Amy, here!" I holler in a loud whisper.

[BalletBabeEmie]

||Amy||

I rolled my eyes and grabbed his hand and pulling him back into the crowd "No, tonight is not about the crips, not about the bloods, it's about you, and how you need to chill" she sighed and took him too the bar "that won't bother us if we don't bother them so have a drink" she smiled and got the strongest thing they had and gulped it down already feeling tipsy.

[baestille]

Outfit

Hope sighed hopping onto her bike and plopping her helmet back on her head. She started up the motorcycle and waited untill she was going about 100 miles per hour, the engine rumming beneath her. She clung her purse on her shoulder and waited untill she pulled up into a club where she knew the crips were. She pushed her hair into a loose braid and listened to the clicking of her heels against the cement. She walked up to the man and he saw the gun sticking out of its belt and let her in with a shaky hand. She smiled, going straight to the bar getting a drink. She sat down on the stool and slowly sipped at her drink. She eyed the Crips who were practically starring at her. And one was asking if he could shot her, but she just sighed knowing her plan that she would soon take on.

[capricious]

[size=150]|| Brielle Rose||

||Name|| Brielle Rose.
||Nickname|| "Bree, Rose, Elle, that one - I've been called many things. But if you call me Riri, I might be forced to hate you for life."
||Gender|| "Almost offensive. I'm a girl."
||Age|| Seventeen.
||Other||

||Hair Color|| A silky brown with natural auburn and golden highlights that cascades in waves and curls down to the middle of her back.
||Eye Color|| An enchanting shade of blue framed with long lashes.
||Overall Appearance|| "I'm not exactly the most modest person you'll ever meet -- to me, false modesty is more insulting than flat out honesty. I'm pretty, and I'm willowy. You might've seen me modeling or acting; it gives me connections with the higher-ups, you know?"
||Tattoos/Scars/Piercings|| "Just my ears."
||Clothing Style|| Whatever looks good on me, or whatever's in style now.
||Other||

||Personality|| If there's one thing she is, it's charismatic. Or manipulative. Whatever you'd like to call it. She knows exactly how to get what she wants from other people. It's exactly why people never expect her to be a gang member. But she is rather friendly and outgoing around the people she actually cares about. Although, she does have a sharp tongue and a sarcastic sense of humor. If you anger her, which isn't hard to go, she'll snap insults at you and then simply disappear, not wanting to deal with you.
||Rank|| "Spy or assassin isn't the right word for it. More like an information gatherer, and a behind-the-scenes type of person."
||Gang|| Crips.
||Phobias|| The dark.
||Diseases|| None.
||Likes|| Animals, writing, singing, shopping, partying -- typical things.
||Dislikes|| Obnoxious people. Among other things.
||Theme Song|| --
||Other|| --

||Phone|| iPhone 4.
||Car/ Bike|| "None. I prefer to walk."
||Other||


||Best Friend|| Open.
||Orientation|| Straight.
||Nationality|| American-French.
||Crush|| "Hah. Impress moi."
||Boyfriend/Girlfriend|| "Why would I let you get close enough to hurt me?"
||Spouse|| Nope.
||Other||

||Username|| Estia.
||Your Nickname|| Just Estia ^.^
||Anything Else?|| Nope.[/size]

[p u p p e h]

Blake:
I roll my eyes. I order five beers and gulp them down, tilting back with each sip. A tingly feeling fills my body and my eyes open wide. I twirl around in my char, laughing. I notice Hope and smile goofily. Hey therrrrrrre! I exlaim, waving like crazy. I also wave to a few people who were staring. I pull out my gun and point it at a couple of people. Hahahhahahhaa I laugh, doubling over.


Courtney:
I roll my eyes and plop down on the large sofa in the shed. I run my fingers through my hair and reach forward, snatching the remote off of the old beat up cofee table. I flip through a few couple hundred channel's until I find the Breaking Dawn movie. I flip to it and insantly get amazed by the moving people.

[baestille]

Hope sighed waving back at Blake. But once he took out his gun, she dropped her glass on the floor and took the gun out of his hand and slipped it into her shirt. Not letting him get it unless he was drunk enough to put his hand in her shirt and grab it. She apoligized for braking the glass and sat down next to him trying to calm him down as best as she could. But a lot of people were screaming or dropping to the floor, some people running out of the club and that didn't help her what-so ever.

[p u p p e h]

Blake:
I reach forward, letting my hand crawl up her shirt. I feel the firm gun handle and grab it. I begin to pull it out. I give a satisfied look as I watch people flee. I look up into Hope's eyes and pucker my lips. I close my eyes and lean towards her for a kiss, forgetting the gun.

[baestille]

Hope was in shock as he kissed her, she did not pull back untill a few seconds later. She was ready to punch him in the face and could have easily killed him, but she restrained herself considering that he was the leader and that would have been very disrespectful. She just said,"Um, excuse me?" she was very mad, considering he had just put his hand up her shirt, it wasn't even her main shirt, it was the undershirt where she had put the gun resting above her chest. She was disguised.