Thread: The wrong neighborhood (Claire and Holdthedoor)

Names DeSean Taylor, Tyler Cooks, Stephon Ayers. Appearance DeSean Middle Tyler Left Stephon Right The three men had met when in one of the run down high schools that occupied the furthest reaches of downtown DC, most people wouldn't be able to imagine how different things could be from the upstate part of town. The only time the big suits came anywhere near Grant Cross was when they wanted to bleed the town dry of what little it had left to offer the world. Needless to say it had been a fine line between the three men getting dragged down into the world of drug running and gang violence. Luckily each had a muse that meant they had managed to stay on the straight and narrow even through some hard times. DeSean's family life had often put a stress on him, his mother had him young and needless to say his fathers level of maturity had never grown constantly putting his parents at odds with each other. It all culminated in one row getting entirely out of hand, his mother having turned a gun on his father and telling him to get out of town and never come back. Sometimes DeSean missed that presence in his life, but the fortitude and unrelenting determination of his mother to make sure they could make ends meet had always inspired him. Although seeing those intense emotions up close and personal had made him fascinated by the human psyche and the subconscious thoughts that hid under the surface of straight faced individuals. With the little amount of educational opportunities he had at school, it was a natural intuition for people that had allowed him to become talented in the field of journalism. Covering his high school games, even though he played in a large number of them, getting an piercing insight to the other players on his team. His intuition always seemed to tell him how far he could push a person with his questions, so perfectly treading the line of what was acceptable and what wasn't. Tyler had grown up dreaming of playing in the NFL like all the kids from his area, by the time he was 14 even though he had the physique and aptitude for it, his passion for playing the game had faded somewhat. Luckily he found respite in watching the game of football through the lens of a camera, it was certainly one Christmas present that he would be enternally grateful for. He fell in love with his new found hobby, before long learning how to capture people in all the right angles, a natural instinct for when to capture the perfect sporting shot making him the head photographer for all of the high school sporting occasions. Between him and DeSean they headed a perfect one-two on the school newspaper, DeSean capturing the pressing insights into the players lifes, and Tyler gathering shots of their sporting victories in all their glory. Stephon wasn't like his two friends, he had put his athletic body to good use, not wanting to waste the gift that god had so clearly given him. A man of his height was a behemoth on the football field, playing at defensive tackle he destroyed opposing offensive lines with his strength and speed off the ball. Unfortunately a ill timed injury had curtailed his college career before it had even begun, no scout was interesting in offering a scholarship to a player from a small town with a history of injuries. Luckily when he was at his lowest Tyler and DeSean had picked him up and provided him with paid work as part of their latest enterprise. Stephon drove the van and looked out for the 'talent' as they called them. Even though they were proud black men, sometimes you had to play on the stereotypes to ensure you had enough food to feed yourself and your family. Once they had left high school, DeSean and Tyler had put their talents to good use. Hiring a small van they patrolled the streets of Grant Cross looking for impressionable young white girls. DeSean hit them with his trademark charm, whilst Tyler used his knack for finding the perfect angles to record what happened. Sometime they just got a particularly revealing interview with a little bit of flesh shown, sometimes they got really lucky and found a white girl that had always been a little more curious of what a black man could do for her. Anything they shot that looked half decent they sold on to one of the hotshot porn companies down in L.A. Luckily god had blessed them both with incredibly sized manhoods to go with their other athletic gifts. It kept them with a roof above their heads whilst turning over enough profit for them to try and save up and get out of the awful town they had been born in. ------------------------------------------------- Hey guys, I think I've spotted one! Stephon shouted from the front. The girl he had spotted looked like just their type. From behind they could see her brunette hair flowing down her back, and the way she walked only served to make her body look more attractive. Her ass swaying with the way she walked, the leather jacket she wore showing off the fact her body had more than a little amount of curve to it. Damnnn! She is exactly what we are looking for. Pull over and offer her a lift, tell her she looks lost. She clearly ain't from around her. DeSean said, climbing back down to sit in the back of the van. From what he had seen of the woman, he certainly hoped she was the kind of talent that gave them something decent to shoot. As he sat back Tyler passed him the half smoked joint they had lit some minutes ago, as he pressed it to his lips he took a big hit. Inhaling the weed laced smoke as far back as he could before breathing out, the back of van was a haze of weed laced smoke. Hey girl! You look lost, you want us to give you a lift to the nearest metro station? Stephon shouted over to the girl as he pulled the van over to where she was walking. It's clear you ain't from round here, and I don't want to read in the papers about some white girl getting murdered when I could of helped her. Stephon said, a charming smile on his face. He didn't look like the kind of guy that could cause trouble, it was rare for such a big guy to have such a trustworthy face.