trouble is spelt T A S H.

[Tash]

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[<< Angelo >>]

<sup>The eighteen year old stepped from the shadows, his long hair coming about an inch below his ears. Looking to see a fight? He asked, shaking his head. Without allowing her to answer he continued. You'll find one here, a lot of gang members come here to meet. Such as myself. He added, his hands shoved in his pockets stubbornly. Though, I'm a loner member. A group of myself. He grinned, the smirk firmly upon his face.

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[Tash]

[/i] one. Preferably with someone who isn't going to just sit by and be kicked around." She mirrored his tough-guy posture, hands in pants pockets. "Also, wondering if the gangs around here have some idiotic macho mentality, or if they'll let anybody in." She tilted her head to the side, gazing up at him.
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[<< Angelo >>]

^{He chuckled, moving his hair out of his eyes. A party of one... I travel alone. For now. I came from Miami Vice, there's a lot of gangs down there, mostly blacks though. He replied, raising his brows as she answered. Not many girls fight here... Mostly the guys. And yes, most fights are at night, not in broad daylight. He smirked, scuffing his soles in the dirt.}

[Tash]

[<< Angelo >>]

^{He shrugged, letting the carbon from his nostrils. Yeah... They know how, but most try to keep a steady composure. Sean smirked gently, pulling up his hood. I'm Sean, well, Two-Bit. He added, nodding instead of shaking hands.}