moved in.

[Adian Pryde] *adian comes walking out the front door of burger hutt.. burger in hand being munched on.. as he finishes screwing in one of the balls on his second brow piercing.. and tosses his hoody's hood over his head*

[Judge] It was about respect, and that was the law in his turf, you respect him, he respects you and nothing bad will happen. He stopped by the grandmothers house and picked up his kid, his ten year old son. "You hungry?"

Tyrell nods, "Yea."

Lance simply nods and does a u-turn, heading to the closest burger hut. Lance steps out of the car, folding his knife against his pants and slipping it into his pocket. He wears a pair of baggy pants with a black leather belt holding them up the buckle to the right of his pants, as well as a fubu hat and coat, the hat turned to the right of his body, respect.

he doesnt bother locking the door, because most know not to mess with his stuff, and if they dont, they are sure to find out upon messing with it. and he claps Tyrell on the back, "Anyone ever tell ya how fuckin slow y'are?"

Tyrell rolls his eyes and earns a push from Lance, "Roll your eyes at me, I'm your fuckin father, git your ass in there." he says to his son with a smile.

Tyrell stops, "Yo, pops?"

"What, kid?"

"I dont feel like burgers."

Lance laughs and shakes his head, watching as the man walks out of the building, he lights a cigarette.
((charachter description is if you click on my name, I really dont feel like typing it all out.))

[Adian Pryde] ((it's fine)) *he stops and sits down at one of the delaptiated pinic tables in front of the burger hutt.. finishing off his food like a staving man.. then sighs and slips out a contact holder.. popping it open he begins the task of slipping them into his eyes... blinking them in with a bit of wincing.. then looks up and over to the sweet ride that just pulled up.. reactive cat eyes changing from green to yellow eyes the people.. then away knowing that staring could get you killed in this part of town*

[Alaric Reiter] ( Likewise, also playtest. )

[Will Reiter] "Care to share, brah?"

There's a kid on the neighboring stoop, and he's talking to Judge. 'Least he's a kid at first glance. Hard to tell the exact age. Seventeen, eighteen maybe. Slight for his age; skinny. The hands that stick out of his battered old jacket are skin and skeleton, the points of his wrists sharp as stones. The hood on the coat's back, down across his back. His hair's cut short, the color some indeterminate shade of dark.

The eyes, though: fierce, steady, calm. "Ran out this mornin'," he explains, a nod to Judge's cigarette.

[Judge] A cold hard gaze rests on Adian for a second, and for a second Lance is a bit intimidating, but being a gang leader did that to some people. "Then what'dya want kid?"

"I dont know."

Lance turns his attnetion, hering the kid talk to him, lance is tall, and his eyes rest on the kid for a second, and then in a quick moment a cigarette is out of the pack and handed to the kid.

[Judge] ((btw, the gaze shifted back to his son after the second. Sorry, forgot to add that sentence in.))

PMed to: Adian Pryde, Alaric Reiter, Will Reiter
[Adian Pryde] *glances back up watching them for just a sparce moment.. then shakes his head and leans back waiting for the bus*

[Alaric Reiter] The door directly behind Will swung open, and out stepped a man that could be better termed as a bruiser, heavy boots clomping a bit as he shut the door behind him. Bare armed wearing just a t-shirt, the cold seemed not to bother him one bit despite not wearing a coat and the obvious lack of hair on his bald-shaven head.

Bottle of Jagermeister in one hand, Alaric leaned against the door and flicked a glance down at his little brother with his heavy-eyed gaze. "Fuckin' things'll kill ya, kid. Ain'tcha gonna get it through yer head?" Swig of Jager, as a blond eyebrow twitched up.

[Will Reiter] Will's mouth hooks at the edges, a faint smile and genuine smile that shows no teeth. "Thanks, man."

The right elbow stays planted on his knee. He's all arms and legs; bent as he sits on a step, the knees seem to come up almost to his shoulders, and the elbows seem to stick out a mile to the sides. It's with his left hand that he reaches forward and accepts the cigarette. He's a handsome youth, even pretty. Clear skin, high cheekbones, well-formed mouth. When he turns that cigarette around with all-too-practiced ease and slips it between his even teeth, one wants to snatch it out of his hand and ask him if his momma's never taught him to stay away from drugs. The moment's gone in an instant, though; Will's long fingers flick a lighter, a flame appears, touches to cigarette, and then he's exhaling his first puff politely away from the pair.

"That your son?" he lowers the cigarette in his left hand, a nod of his chin at the boy. Those steady eyes come back to Judge. There's the sense that in these few seconds, he's seen all there is to see about him, from the coiled wariness of a ghetto warrior to the way he dresses to the right, to the way he treats his son with love, to the way he wards the world away from himself. "Looks like you," and then Alaric's coming out behind him, and Will turns, measuredly, unsurprised by the big man's sudden appearance.

"Lotta things'll kill me. You ain't dad, 'n anyway dad did worse shit than this." He spares a grin, passes Alaric the cigarette, glances behind him. "Where's your woman of the hour?"

[Will Reiter] (a faint and genuine smile. wtf? kill that first 'smile')

[Judge] "Yea, he's my kid." he says, looking to Tyrell. "I asked ya what you wanted." he says to the kid.

"I dunno, pops, maybe a burger."

that earns Tyrell a swift clap on the back of the head and his son holds his head with a smile and a laugh.

Lance digs in his pocket and fings his wallet, strapped to a very threatening looking chain, "Here's ten, get me a burger too, kid, and make it quick, you got church tanight."

Tyrell frowns, "You aint commin?"

"No, i got business to take care of." which meant that therew as no way he'd be shaken out of his duty to the gang he leads during the night, Tyrell understood and takes the money heading inside the burger place.

[Adian Pryde] *watches as the kid heads inside* yo kid.... don't get the chicken fingers... cook spits in 'em every time.

[Alaric Reiter] The more he spoke, the more one could hear a distinct (if faint) tinge of a European accent that one had trouble placing. It could be due to his many years spent in America from when he was about Will's age, if not younger. Being a foreigner in the United States could lead you in a bit of trouble with your peers, but Alaric's sunken knuckles proved that he could hold his own. Taking the smoke from his brother, he took a deep drag and handed it back as he exhaled slowly.

A smug smirk crosses Alaric's face as he glanced behind him at the door, getting a mental image. "Passed th' fuck out, if I'm guessin' right. Its 'cause I'm macho man." Taking on a sing-song voice. "I'm macho man! I'm macho man, I put her ass to sleep."

Nodding over to Judge, and Adian if he's near. Will'd been talking (or bugging, as the case may be) to them anyhow.

[Adian Pryde] *glances to alaric and sighs shaking his head* and i thought i was a crude fuck.

[Will Reiter] Will just snorts under his breath at Alaric, though Adian's comment draws a glance. It lasts no more than a moment.

Unlike his brother (half-, but Will's never made that particular distinction), the younger Reiter has no accent to speak of. Nothing beyond the stylized slur of today's youth, anyway. He takes the smoke back, getting to his feet in the same moment. He's taller than you'd think, but narrow across the shoulders despite the size of his coat. He sticks his hand out at Judge.

"I'm Will Reiter." Forthright, forward. "That's my big brother Alaric. We just moved in yesterday. You someone we oughta know about, livin' 'round here?"

[Judge] Tyrell stops and looks at Adian, there is a certain innocence in his eyes, which is uncommin for the son of a gang leader, but Lance keeps him pretty sheilded from all the violence. he nods, "Thats fuckin sick, man." he says his lips curling slightly.

it seems from lance's demeanor that he never really laughs, but when that faint sound of laughter passes from his lips at Alaric's comment Tyrell stops looking at Adian and stares at his father for a second, Lance looks at his son, "Stop starin with dat dumb fuckin look on your face." he says.

Tyrell nods slightly and then moves back to the door, nodding to Adian, "Thanks for the heads up man."

[Adian Pryde] no problem.. cook's demented.. twenty years behind a grill will do that..

[Adian Pryde] *grunts a bit as the bus seems to be running late.. as usual.. and pushes up from his seat heading over to judge and the other group*

[Alaric Reiter] Alaric's heavy gaze, that had a sort of far-away look in it, the kind you'd expect from people that are used to getting shot at and such on a daily basis, fell on Adian. Eyebrow arching yet again, as if to say Whatchu say, nancyboy? and then it was gone as Alaric took another swig of the Jagermeister in his fist.

"Yeah, what he said." Jerking a thumb at his baby brother.

[Adian Pryde] *raising a pierced brow at alaric.. cat eyes shimmering from yellow to green resting on the guy unintimidated.. then away to the ground as he slowly approached the ride*

[Judge] Lance looks at him. "Judge." he says his name simply, like its fact, befcause around those parts, it was. "Where you livin?"

[Will Reiter] "Wasn't really your name I was askin'," Will says, "but I guess the way you said it, I'll find out soon enough, won't I?" And he lets it go on that, glancing over his shoulder to nod at the cramped brick tenement behind him. A hundred families crammed into four stories of space, sandwiched between a burgerhut and a 'massage parlor'. And somewhere in there, a tiny apartment with a passed-the-fuck-out chick inside. "We're in there."

[Judge] he nods, he knew a bunch of people from there, a lot of them were his part of his gang. He watches as Adian makes his way over and glances in the store, seeing Tyrell at the counter.

[Adian Pryde] *he slides over to the ride and starts to look it over finally saying something to judge* sweet ride.. vertical input cpu.. or did you override it for better horse power transferance?

[Will Reiter] Seeing Judge's attention move on, the kid takes another drag off the cigarette and turns around to hand it to Alaric. "Bum a sip?" he motions at the beer. "I was thinking I'd go down later today or tomorrow, get ourselves introduced. You comin'?"

[Alaric Reiter] Alaric stood impassively by, letting Will do his thing as he took another swig of the Jager before setting it on the stoop's ground after twisting the cap back on. Stuff could catch up to you if you weren't careful, couldn it? Out here with no coat on he wasn't going to take the chance of winding up hammered to hell and wandering the streets in a drunken stupor. Besides, he had that chick upstairs to worry about. Chances being, if he left long enough, his little brother would probably go try his hand at seduction. And you know they couldn't start a reputation like that. True they were brothers, but they weren't that damn close. Snickering at his own thoughts, he was brought back to the present by Will.

Picking up his bottle of liquor he passed it to his brother for the trade of the smoke, taking an other draw and handing it back then. "Yeah, sure. Might as well. It'd be good to get to know our surroundin's."

[Judge] Lance nods, "Better horse power, man." he says, throwing his cigarette onto the ground and stomping it out.

[Adian Pryde] *nods* hawt hookups.. *gazing over the outside and nods* a work of art in a machine..

[Adian Pryde] *digs a large brow pack out of his hoody pocket, sliding it open he pulls out a rich scented clove.. tapping the end on the case he brings it to his lips and lights it.. letting the cherry scented stick flow around him glancing back up to judge*

[Will Reiter] "Keep it," for the cigarette. And he, meanwhile, finishes the 'meister, walking down the stoop and around the side to toss it into a trashcan.

On the way back, Will zips up his jacket. "Got a call from your momma while you were busy with your blonde," he adds, remembering. "She wants you to hurry the hell up and get settled with some nice girl with good wide birthin' hips." Will's grin isn't big, but it's a touch insolent; a side few others ever see. "I told her you were more into big tits than a big ass."

[Judge] Lance looks at Adian, "Yea, it's a pretty tight car." he says with a shrug.

[Adian Pryde] judge right? overheard *glances to the two fucktards and then back to him* redemption 187.. *offers out a fist* NYC white chocolate freak show, made bail down south for the fam, too much shit in the street up there anymore...

[Judge] "Too much shit in any streets man." he says, lance gives him the pound, which is a good sign. "You live around here?" he asks. He always kept tabs on who was in his turf.

[Alaric Reiter] Alaric kept the cigarette, sliding hands into the pockets of his jeans while he let the smoke between his lips, drawing a puff. The cigarette bobbed up and down as he spoke. "Heh, shit. With your punk-ass hangin' around me I don't 'spect I'll be findin' any sort of chick t'settle down with any time soon. That'n I'm too damn young." Shaking his head at the kid, he put his attention on Adian and Judge. "Yous know where a guy can get a piece in this town?" With the air-lines being what they were, there was no damn way he could of brought his firearms with him.

Adian probably would of thought he was talking about a piece of ass, but Judge might know what he really meant.

[Adian Pryde] *nods* true dat.. an nah.. to da east.. government dump hole.. tryin ta go legit, raise my little girl right.

[Adian Pryde] *glances to alaric as he raises his voice cat eyes fixate on him for a moment then a shake of his head*

[Judge] Judge nods to Adian, "I can respect dat." he says.

He looks to Alaric, "Yea." he says, "Theres a few places around here, a few shops, you can also get em off the streets, though costs a bit more."

[Adian Pryde] gotta be careful.. dunno who's dealin.. could wind up in a bust...or just missing if you ain't careful *he chimes in*

[Adian Pryde] *takes a puff off his clove and sighs a bit tossing the rest of the pack to alaric* here i got more.

[Will Reiter] And as Adian's unusual eyes fix on his brother, Will's eyes fix on him.

Then the young Forseti thumps Alaric on the shoulder with the base of his fist. "I'm gonna go get the car. Be right back." He trots down the steps and heads off down the street, pausing to glance at the headlines in a case of newspapers as he goes.