Thread: Gang Cross Roads (Andronic x Poppy) *HIATUS*

Bay City was rife with crime, and there wasnt much that could be done about it. For generations, there had been warring mob bosses and syndicates. Each one vied for control of the city, and all of the spoils that came with it. Countless politicians and police officers were corrupted and paid off, pledging allegiance to one gang or another. It had gotten so bad that the police actually advised the citizens to not leave their houses after dark. When night fell, the town belonged to the gangs. And there was nothing they could do to attempt to change things. They lacked the manpower, along with the desire, thanks to the cash lining their pockets. The Vermillion gang was one of the citys oldest and most feared. The boss had control of this gang ever since he was in his teens. The Head of the Vermillion Gang ruled Bay City with an iron fist, the other gangs even respecting him. He made sure everyone had an area that they were allowed to manage, and that the gangs main money makers didnt interfere with others. The gang focused on kidnapping and ransom, followed up by sex trafficking. Some gangs specializes in drugs, prostitution or sex slave trafficking. There were even more illicit activities, like chop shops for stolen vehicles, forging documents or even managing fights. The Boss of Vermillion had two family members, twin children, having lost the others due to their lack of loyalty or from an attempted massacre of his kin at his sisters wedding. He was one of the few that was able to make it out alive. He never married, instead spending his time with the various whores and escorts that his gang protected and employed. One ended up becoming pregnant, and it was decided that she would give him the babies after they were born. The woman was set up handsomely in order for doing so, given a bar to run and protection. Vivian Vermillion ended up being her fathers pride and joy. There was nothing that wouldnt be done in order to please her or protect her. Anything she wanted, it was provided for her. Her beauty was renowned in the city, with her long straight blonde hair and piercing dark blue eyes. Julien, her brother, was much more level headed and in line to take over the gang. Due to such, he was treated much harsher than his sister, and he resented her for it. On this rainy night, Vivian thought that she would pass the time at a rival gangs bar. She had a reputation of killing their members indiscriminately, but she had a certain level of protection due to who she was. It wouldnt do to kill her in return, as that would start an all out war. One time, she killed a man for having the misfortune of spilling his drink on her. Blew his brains out in a crowded club, and then forced his hysterical girlfriend to get on all fours in the mess that had been her boyfriend, and get finger banged by Vivian. So to many, the state of the Vermilion girls sanity was a valid question. The manner in which she dressed certainly didnt make her seem like a future leader of the Vermillion gang. The blonde girl had an eyebrow piercing, naval piercing and even more that couldnt be seen thanks to her clothes. Not to mention a copious amount of tattoos across her toned body. She wore a ragged pair of daisy duke jeans, with a garter belt and ripped thigh high stockings. The only thing that covered her chest was a tattered designer t-shirt. It was just enough to cover her nipples, showcasing her cleavage and even some under boob. For as distressed as her clothing looked, her accessories more than made up for it. She tended to gather jewelry from the various kills that she and her gang made, members bringing it to her as if it were offerings. Vivian preferred gold, decked out in plenty of items that showed her gangs loyalty. Many of the men in the group would die for her, and she knew it. Vivian demanded no less than absolute obedience from her associates. When she said jump, they said how high. To finish off her outfit, she wore a large fur coat. No matter the weather, she would still walk around in the expensive coat. It helped her cut an intimidating figure, and she was thankful for it. Her designer heels clicked on the wood flooring as she entered the Half Moon bar. Her heavy lidded eyes scanned the men, before selecting one. She walked over to him, all business. Vivian was feeling on cloud nine, having done a line of cocaine in her car before coming into the bar. She grabbed the man by his tie, an office worker who was there to unwind. The man looked startled, but there was no denying the blonde girls appeal. You. Me. Lets fuck. Vivian pulled him close to yell into his ear, having to do so in the loud bar. With her free hand, she went to grope his crotch, to get her point across. She didnt wait for a response, instead dragging him to the nearest restroom. Vivian tossed the befuddled young man into the restroom, ignoring all of the other men taking a bathroom break. She pushed him into a stall, leaving the door open and going to get on his lap.