Post by Deleted on Oct 18, 2009 6:20:09 GMT 2
Amira instantly regretted the outfit she was wearing. She walked into the local pen dressed in a white tube dress that clung to every curve. It's not like she had much of a choice. The AC in her car was busted and it seemed like the devil was cold outside so he decided to screw them all over.
She sat down in the cubicle the prison guard had pointed to, throwing her purse on the table and kicking off her heels. She fanned her face and picked up her hair, throwing it into a loose bun.
She felt like everything and anything was getting to stuck to her, including the stares from all the men present in the room- prisoners and guards alike. She watched as the men around her instantly lowered their stares and turned away from her. She smirked and reached for the phone that would allow her to connect with the person on the other side- Eric.
Amira instantly picked up her hand and placed it against the glass, welcoming the only physical connection she had to her older brother within the last 5 years. Eric, otherwise known as Lil Loco, is a high ranking official in one of the gangs ravaging Los Angeles. And as his sister, Amira has no choice but to "hold him down", as they say on the streets.
"Mimi, it's nice to see you," he said, leaning into the glass and smiling at her. Much like her, Eric was tall with good looks. His body was chiseled and covered in tattoos, most of which his sister had designed. They both grew up in the mean streets and both worked hard to support their family- both blood and gang related. "Hello gorgeous," she purred into the phone that allowed them to communicate.
"How's the fam?" He asked, cocking his head to the side. Mira scoffed, knowing that he really meant their street family. Eric and their mother kept in constant communication, mostly because she was trying to make sure that he didn't drag their little brother into their street gang. The one they worked hard to keep alive and strong in the streets.
In the hierarchy, Amira found herself being his right hand. She was the go-to-person, seeing as he was currently incarcerated. Through her, he made the decisions and moves he had to. Through her, he kept their business and gang alive. Through her, shipments were made and orders were carried out.
"We're good. No need to worry about us. We're the ones that are actually worried about you. You haven't called or sent any letters, we thought something had happened to you," she replied, making sure to choose her words carefully. The prison monitored all conversations and she was pretty sure that the FBI was interested in her brother and his connections.
Translation: The gang is worried even though we've been able to hold strong. We haven't received anything from your end. We need the guns now. Should we start preparing for anything?
"Things are good on my end. I've just been busy with working on my appeal and keeping my head on right. But I'm back in the game now. I just needed some time to work things out. Make sure to thank dad for his usual monthly package. I know he must have sent it a while ago, but with security checks and what not, it probably won't get to me until next week."
Translation: I've been busy fighting and representing our set in the prison yard. But everything is okay now. Tell our connect thanks for coming through with the necessary arsenal. This month's shipment will be late, but Braga has assured it's coming.
Ami nodded and made sure to keep the rest of their conversation casual. They spent the next several minutes trash talking about the gang, making sure to keep their conversation coded. As the guards told them to end their conversation, they stood up and placed their hands on the glass, throwing up their gang sign with the other. They had no other choice but to part ways, at least for the next year, which is what he had left of his sentence.
As she exited the visitor's room, she eyed the exit line and groaned. Just like when entering the prison, visitors had to go through a different process. She glanced down to the heels she was currently standing in and decided to go sit down in the visitors lounge. Her plan was to wait the line out, while she planned her next move.
She had never met either Braga or their other connect, but she knew of them and she was pretty sure they knew of her. As Eric's right hand, if they called upon her, she had no other choice but to step in and take her brother's place. So with her brother currently being locked up, she had to complete her brother's wishes.
Get word out that the shipment was on it's way. Smooth things out to assure that things kept kosher.
The last thing she needed was an all out street war.
THREAD CLOSED-CONTINUE AT RACE NIGHT
She sat down in the cubicle the prison guard had pointed to, throwing her purse on the table and kicking off her heels. She fanned her face and picked up her hair, throwing it into a loose bun.
She felt like everything and anything was getting to stuck to her, including the stares from all the men present in the room- prisoners and guards alike. She watched as the men around her instantly lowered their stares and turned away from her. She smirked and reached for the phone that would allow her to connect with the person on the other side- Eric.
Amira instantly picked up her hand and placed it against the glass, welcoming the only physical connection she had to her older brother within the last 5 years. Eric, otherwise known as Lil Loco, is a high ranking official in one of the gangs ravaging Los Angeles. And as his sister, Amira has no choice but to "hold him down", as they say on the streets.
"Mimi, it's nice to see you," he said, leaning into the glass and smiling at her. Much like her, Eric was tall with good looks. His body was chiseled and covered in tattoos, most of which his sister had designed. They both grew up in the mean streets and both worked hard to support their family- both blood and gang related. "Hello gorgeous," she purred into the phone that allowed them to communicate.
"How's the fam?" He asked, cocking his head to the side. Mira scoffed, knowing that he really meant their street family. Eric and their mother kept in constant communication, mostly because she was trying to make sure that he didn't drag their little brother into their street gang. The one they worked hard to keep alive and strong in the streets.
In the hierarchy, Amira found herself being his right hand. She was the go-to-person, seeing as he was currently incarcerated. Through her, he made the decisions and moves he had to. Through her, he kept their business and gang alive. Through her, shipments were made and orders were carried out.
"We're good. No need to worry about us. We're the ones that are actually worried about you. You haven't called or sent any letters, we thought something had happened to you," she replied, making sure to choose her words carefully. The prison monitored all conversations and she was pretty sure that the FBI was interested in her brother and his connections.
Translation: The gang is worried even though we've been able to hold strong. We haven't received anything from your end. We need the guns now. Should we start preparing for anything?
"Things are good on my end. I've just been busy with working on my appeal and keeping my head on right. But I'm back in the game now. I just needed some time to work things out. Make sure to thank dad for his usual monthly package. I know he must have sent it a while ago, but with security checks and what not, it probably won't get to me until next week."
Translation: I've been busy fighting and representing our set in the prison yard. But everything is okay now. Tell our connect thanks for coming through with the necessary arsenal. This month's shipment will be late, but Braga has assured it's coming.
Ami nodded and made sure to keep the rest of their conversation casual. They spent the next several minutes trash talking about the gang, making sure to keep their conversation coded. As the guards told them to end their conversation, they stood up and placed their hands on the glass, throwing up their gang sign with the other. They had no other choice but to part ways, at least for the next year, which is what he had left of his sentence.
As she exited the visitor's room, she eyed the exit line and groaned. Just like when entering the prison, visitors had to go through a different process. She glanced down to the heels she was currently standing in and decided to go sit down in the visitors lounge. Her plan was to wait the line out, while she planned her next move.
She had never met either Braga or their other connect, but she knew of them and she was pretty sure they knew of her. As Eric's right hand, if they called upon her, she had no other choice but to step in and take her brother's place. So with her brother currently being locked up, she had to complete her brother's wishes.
Get word out that the shipment was on it's way. Smooth things out to assure that things kept kosher.
The last thing she needed was an all out street war.
THREAD CLOSED-CONTINUE AT RACE NIGHT