Continued from DR: Keoni x Umatilla (Rated L) {Self}
Umatilla and Stream entered the borderline of The Slums. The young female was trailing behind her father with a sad look on her face. Their relationship was on thin ice and it had nothing to do with the heist. The both knew that they had to meet the rest of the group at Screamers, a bar that was located on the outskirts of The Slum’s worst neighborhood. Black market stalls lined the walkway, selling everything from stolen cellphones, TV sets, radios from cars and everything else you could like of. This was the one place thieves could come without getting halled off to jail by the cops. Dirty cops were the ones that work this area, on a rare occasion would a cop that played by the rules end up here, but they wouldn't last long. A drug addicted hooker stumble towards Stream. “Hey, baby, you wanna have some fun?” She stopped in front of him and swayed a little to the left as she watched him. “I’m not interested.” Stream spoke as he looked at the woman with disgust as he continued to walk pass her. He turned to make sure that woman wasn’t messing with his daughter.
Umatilla wasn't thrill to be meeting everyone at Screamers; The Slums wasn't her favorite place. She couldn't really complain since this was the place where they always meet their partners for the heists. Apparently the rest of the group is friends with one of her father’s old colleague. She wasn’t sure if she could trust them, since she didn’t know anyone from her father’s past. The one thing that make her happy was knowing that Keoni was going to be there, he was the only that she felt comfortable with. Right now, her father and her weren’t talking much since they left the café early this morning. Pushing her thoughts aside she watched as a woman in a short bright yellow skirt walked up to her father. Umatilla wrinkled her nose in disgust at what she saw. Was life that bad for people to fall that far from life itself? She watch as her father made a comment and walked pass the woman. She continued to stare at the hooker and notice that her father has turned around and watched them both. Ignoring the female she continued to follow behind her father.
Keoni put his 2013 Kawasaki Ninja 150RR motorcycle kickstand down as he parked in front of Screamers. He spoke to his brother two hours ago and was glad his brother was able to get the information they need to hack into the system. The blue prints for the heist was necessary for them to get the outline of the place. He wasn’t surprise that the hole mansion had security systems all over the place, even the dog door had a special scanner, it scan the dog every time it came in and out of the house. He push the thought aside until everyone got together. Keoni walk through the open doors of Screamers, the place was dark. The walls were line with small lamps that was on a low lighting that gave a small eerily lighting that remind him something from a vampire movie. Keoni looked around the place for an empty table that would fit everyone. He spotted a large table on the other of the bar. Walking to the table he placed his massager bag down on the floor as he sat. Keoni watched some of drunks stagger around the bar, as others screamed over the loud heavy metal music that blared out of the speakers that hung on all the 4 concerns of the ceiling. He waited patiently for the others to arrive to the bar.
(I do apologize if anything is offensive.)
Umatilla and Stream entered the borderline of The Slums. The young female was trailing behind her father with a sad look on her face. Their relationship was on thin ice and it had nothing to do with the heist. The both knew that they had to meet the rest of the group at Screamers, a bar that was located on the outskirts of The Slum’s worst neighborhood. Black market stalls lined the walkway, selling everything from stolen cellphones, TV sets, radios from cars and everything else you could like of. This was the one place thieves could come without getting halled off to jail by the cops. Dirty cops were the ones that work this area, on a rare occasion would a cop that played by the rules end up here, but they wouldn't last long. A drug addicted hooker stumble towards Stream. “Hey, baby, you wanna have some fun?” She stopped in front of him and swayed a little to the left as she watched him. “I’m not interested.” Stream spoke as he looked at the woman with disgust as he continued to walk pass her. He turned to make sure that woman wasn’t messing with his daughter.
Umatilla wasn't thrill to be meeting everyone at Screamers; The Slums wasn't her favorite place. She couldn't really complain since this was the place where they always meet their partners for the heists. Apparently the rest of the group is friends with one of her father’s old colleague. She wasn’t sure if she could trust them, since she didn’t know anyone from her father’s past. The one thing that make her happy was knowing that Keoni was going to be there, he was the only that she felt comfortable with. Right now, her father and her weren’t talking much since they left the café early this morning. Pushing her thoughts aside she watched as a woman in a short bright yellow skirt walked up to her father. Umatilla wrinkled her nose in disgust at what she saw. Was life that bad for people to fall that far from life itself? She watch as her father made a comment and walked pass the woman. She continued to stare at the hooker and notice that her father has turned around and watched them both. Ignoring the female she continued to follow behind her father.
Keoni put his 2013 Kawasaki Ninja 150RR motorcycle kickstand down as he parked in front of Screamers. He spoke to his brother two hours ago and was glad his brother was able to get the information they need to hack into the system. The blue prints for the heist was necessary for them to get the outline of the place. He wasn’t surprise that the hole mansion had security systems all over the place, even the dog door had a special scanner, it scan the dog every time it came in and out of the house. He push the thought aside until everyone got together. Keoni walk through the open doors of Screamers, the place was dark. The walls were line with small lamps that was on a low lighting that gave a small eerily lighting that remind him something from a vampire movie. Keoni looked around the place for an empty table that would fit everyone. He spotted a large table on the other of the bar. Walking to the table he placed his massager bag down on the floor as he sat. Keoni watched some of drunks stagger around the bar, as others screamed over the loud heavy metal music that blared out of the speakers that hung on all the 4 concerns of the ceiling. He waited patiently for the others to arrive to the bar.
(I do apologize if anything is offensive.)