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Welcome to Gambit City, crime capital of the world, conveniently located on the sunny coast of California. Many gangs and crime syndicates have been clashing here for years, some people can't even remember why they're fighting. They just are. However, you'd never know it unless you were involved in the inner workings. Thousands of people live happy, normal lives in this city, completely oblivious, that just goes to show how well hidden these things are...
Where do your loyalties lie? Choose wisely. |
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Location: Gambit City, CA
Population: Fluctuating
Weather: Sunny, 75° F
CHARACTER SPOTLIGHT
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--Administrators
[x] -- Kezzie
[x] -- CJ
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 .should have known better., OPEN
| Riley Nichols |
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Newbie
Group: Civilian
Posts: 4
Member No.: 46
Joined: 28-December 07
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There were several things Riley hated. Her 'boss'. Men that tired to pay her half of what she really earned. Humidity. But right at the tippy top of the list had to be subways. They were crowded, smelly and full of drunk bums that liked to touch the pretty girls. Today she was dismayed to realize that she was one of them. Out of pure self preservation did she hold her tounge when Trevor told her she'd be working the subway. He'd been particularly rough with her lately, and she really didn't feel like having to work with an ache in her midsection. Kicking her when she was down was probably his favorite way of showing her his authority and he didn't hesitate to do it at the slightest indiscretion. The other girls that Trevor controlled kept telling her to mind her manners when she was around him, but it never stuck. Riley was never good at controlling what came out of her mouth, and until she came to Gambit City she had never needed to.
As if he was trying to make it to everyone that Riley was a prostitute, Trevor had picked out the trashiest outfit he could find. A black bra, white mesh shirt, denim hot pants and thigh high black boots completed the look. He usually let her wear whatever she wanted, but he had been riding her harder than normal, and felt the need to dress her in what could barely be called clothes. She'd been able to cover up at least while walking down the street with a terribly fake and gaudy fur coat. She'd been hoping to wear it for the duration of her outing, but when she got on the actual subway car, it was too hot and she grudgingly had to take off her last shred of decency. To say that people just stared would be a vast understatement. The men bored holes through her with their eyes, and the women had nothing short of contempt in their eyes. When the train stopped at the next station, Riley hopped off, not caring where it was.
She ignored the 'No Smoking' sign and lit up a cigarette right on the platform, taking several drags before she looked around to figure out where she was. After eyeballing a nearby map for a minute Riley realized she was about three blocks away from Rollers Motel. Something akin to relief washed over her. Despite the unpleasant things she had to do there, she considered the trashy motel something close to a second home. For a few blessed hours she could just go on auto pilot and not worry about how she was going to pay her rent, or whether or not Trevor was going to hit her for some unknown reason. Satisfied with her current location, Riley scanned the platform for potential clients. Seeing some possibilities, she sauntered as best as she good over to one of several benches, and sat down, doing her best to look alluring in her horrible get-up.
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