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[h3]One-Shot-Gang[/h3]
On the southern side of the island was the home territory for one of the most infamous anti-freshman gangs on the whole islands, even with the commonplaced disdain of anyone new. Surrounding a small van filled with improvised smokes and two massive microphones smashing out modern music as if no tomorrow. 

With a smoke to his lips and a gaze towards the distant sea Emil, the gang leader, found himself interrupted from his peaceful contemplating by a rather petite female. As per normal regulations his two bodyguards, Jacksen and Huan greeted this confused traveler in their own, special way. 

"Hey! I've never seen you 'round 'er!" The tall one, Jacksen shouted to the girl, no matter if she was only a short distance away from her. One reason might be for the music, but maybe also a sesne of dominance. Huan remained silent, sticking to the back whilst still looking as menacing and hostile as he possibly could. 

Emil was trying to enjoy his calmness glancing at the sea, but he had to hide a terrible headache, for some reason.