[IC] The Trailers (+18)

[Innovative Engimas]

Producing a worn silver lighter from his back pocket, with 'FEAR' as its front label read an accurate description none the less. Since his very looks was intimidating enough, but pulling the cigarette from his ear and stuck it in his mouth. Observing around him as he lit the stick, watching since dog eat dog wasn't exactly the right saying for the current standings. Taking the first drag, watching the fire before returning it to the back pocket. Though as he was an older homeless man with both the age and obsession to the powder all too apparent, tried to steal it. "Get the hell away!" It was never too early to make some quick cash but never, someone trying to steal his stuff for a fix was beyond acceptable. Backhanding him and the old man lay at his feet Scott crouched down. "Try that crap again I will light you like a damn Christmas tree using that damn lighter. Go get your cash else where and I will have it." Kicking him once before turning his back, returning by his trailer.

Theft really wasn't an issue for him since his entire trailer was a gas tank that could spark in an instant. From the meth lab in the back to the high grade fuel for his favorite toy, a single match and it would go off like a bomb. Stealing a beer from a neighbor who had foolishly left a fresh cooler out, a generic but still it was better than nothing has the summer sun blistered. Thankfully dusk was at hand to make it bit bearable and a bit more lively. Better for business and much more lively, actually preferring the night time activities.

Looking to his left thinking he saw something scuttle, but leaving it alone. Probably one the brats wandering up to some nonsense, leaving it to that but something wasn't right about it. Nodding to Mark, a rival but in this place with all the junkies a rival was pretty meaningless since it seemed they wanted more than could be supplied. Roxy well being a man he had his illicit wants, but threw the gossip he decided to keep away, paranoid by crime outside of the trailer park. Taking another drag from his cigarette, finishing it off and stomped it. "Got the gun Hal." Scott couldn't remember if Hailey hated that name but regardless it didn't matter to him. Needing something for personal protection since his flamethrower wasn't so handy all the time. A Beretta would be more appropriate, but he always loved to use the fire. Fumbling threw pocket for the cash waiting.

[KatherinWinter]

Roxy loved dusk. The heat of the day just lingered in the air but it would soon be replace with the cool night air. Not that night time was much cooler then day this time of the year. She leaned against her trailer as she watched her son play in the pool she had bought for him. It was alittle dance for the area but she wasn't worried about anyone taking it. It was heavy as hell even empty. Plus she had something of a reputation in the area. Few were brave enough to risk her anger. She would have to pull Drake out of the pool soon but for now she was happy watching him pay. Her son's happiness was the only thing that mattered to her.

[Whirlwind]

Hailey awoke with the dawn. She scratched her white blonde hair and crawled out of bed wearing sweats and a black tank top. She yawned, going to her dresser and avoiding all makeup but eyeliner. She threw the black stick back on the dresser top, pulling the husband’s dog tags out from the inside of her shirt and letting them lay on her chest. Her pale form waltzed into the kitchen, grabbing the orange juice and some vodka. Mixing them up without bothering to measure, she put them away and tasted. She made a face at first, putting in too much vodka, but just shrugging it off before stepping outside her trailer door. She squinted at the dusky sunlight, leaning against the side of her home, crossing her ankles and taking another sip of her inconspicuous drink.

Her eyes eventually landed on Roxy, whose son was playing in a little pool. She smiled softly, green eyes finally opening the rest of the way and sighing happily. She had a lot running through her mind, like what to eat besides peanut butter on bread for lunch. For the moment though, she was just enjoying watching the little boy splash. She didn’t bother waving to Roxy, as the girl was eagerly watching her son and Hailey wasn’t going to interrupt the moment.

Her gaze was disturbed by the appearance of Scott though, and Hailey took another drink and nodded. “You got 700 for me?” she asked, eyes staying his face and not bothering to look down at his cash until he pulled it out.

[Charlie]

Axle sat on his porch, cigarette in mouth, he was on the clock. He watched, like a guardian, over a new slinger, replacing the one who was killed in a drive by, not even a week before. Axle tapped his cigarette in the ash tray next to him. It was hot, so Axle just wore a wife-beater, and some sweat pants rolled up to his knee. "Hey!" Some kid on a bike says, "Smoking kills!", "Yeah, so does this," Axle says pulling out a desert eagle and pointing it at him, "Which do ya think is faster?" The kid quickly speeds away on his bike, "Yeah, thought so. Fucking punk." He rests his cig on the ash tray, and pulls a beer from the 6 pack next to him, opens it takes a gulp. His eyes rest back on the slinger. He waits...

[KatherinWinter]

Roxy looked out of the trailer court. She could afford to move to somewhere nicer than Golden Acres.but she knew she would never fit in anywhere the way she fit in here. This was the first place she felt like it was alright to be herself. No one her was going to judge her by her past. Everyone here had their own past.

[LPFan]

Mark was heading towards his trailer. He was returning from a deal with one of the countless junkies in Golden Acres. As he bypassed Scott's trailer Mark saw him nodding towards him. Mark saluted Scott with a friendly look on his face, without saying anything and moved on. To Scott he was a rival. They were both probably the biggest drug dealers in Golden Acres, however Mark knew that Scott wouldn't try anything against him. Because even if he would he wouldn't be able to handle all the junkies in this place along with their diverse needs and expectations. Especially since Scott was making his own shit. Mark however had a supplier, the same one he always had. A powerful drug lord by the name of Joe Gonzales, a mexican-american bastard with links to the mexican cartels. When he first started selling drugs, Gonzales was his boss, but in the last 3 years he became independent and Gonzales was just his supplier now. As he reached his trailer Mark saw his younger sister Angela sitting on the porch smoking weed. This sight really made Mark snap as he headed furiously towards his sister, pulled the cigarrette out of her mouth and threw it away.

"What the hell are you thinking huh???" He shouted at his sister.
"I told you to stop smoking weed. What? Do I speak chinese or something? Who was it? Was it Frankie? He's the biggest weed supplier around this place!" He said upset.
"I don't know, leave me alone, AND STOP CONTROLLING ME!" Shouted Angela to her older brother as she got up and stormed inside the trailer, slamming the door.
"I'll kill that mother fucker. I swear to God i'll kill him." Said Mark upset as he started heading to Frankie's trailer.

[PurpleWerewolf]

The day was warm. Too warm for Jeebis's liking. Although it was only Dusk, she knew that within a few hours the blazing summer sun would be down, and the sun was NOT her friend. To Jeebis the sun was horrible. It was too hot, too bright, and it made it harder to sneek up on someone. Jeebis usually didn't bother showing up durring the day. After all, she usually was asleep durring most of it. Instead of having to constantly find something to keep cool, she'd just sleep the day away underneath a trailor, which was what she called home.

Since she wasn't totally tired yet, Jeebis made her last few prowls around Golden Acres. Which was kinda odd for her to be doing since it was still daylight. She was bit tired since she hadn't slept yet, but sleep would always come later. She kept a steady pace while walking on all fours as she padded around a few more trailors, making her way back to her 'den'. Lightly growling to herself at the annoyance of the heat bothering her, Jeebis quickened her pace as she spotted the entrance to her home just a few feet away. It was a broken panel that she had made a slight bit bigger when she first came here. Jeebis turned her head to the right, taking note of Scott beating the shit out of an old man and then returning to his trailor. She paused for a moment, observing how Scott almost always had a predatory look in his eyes. Everyone knew he practically ran everything or was atleast one of the main badasses that you didn't want to fuck with. Not wanting to piss him off, Jeebis quickly darted into the bottom of the trailor through the broken panel, not noticing Scott almost spotting her.

Jeebis crawled over to the far corner of her dark home and sighed in relief as she layed down in the mass of bunched up covers and pillows that she had collected over time to create a suitable bed. It was always pitch black in there, except for a few bits of light from cracks and holes in other panels that lined the trailor. Who ever owned the trailor didn't even know Jeebis was there, as far as she knew. Either that or they just didn't give two shits since she never bothered them. Since it was always dark and shaded, it was always moderately cool in the summer, but winter was a bitch since she didn't have a heat source. Jeebis stretched and ran one of her fingers across her jagged teeth. She giggled at the memories of the accident that caused her to become what she was today. Others liked to call her 'Animal' due to her very animalistic and feral tendencies. To be honest she liked the nickname.

Jeebis glanced over at the large opening in the panels and let out a small growl to herself. She was bored, but didn't want to go outside since the sun and temperature was still blazing. Jeebis padded forwards and situated herself, laying just beside the opening. It was enough to let people see her if they looked, but not enough to bother anyone. She crossed her arms and started observing everyone. Hopefully something interesting would spark up at some point, but she wouldn't bother trying to MAKE something happened just yet. THAT only happens when the sun goes down. Completely.