MARDI GRAS - [!EVENT!]

[Trey Lewis]

Trey nodded. "Go ahead, gurl. Kayla won't bite, well she betta not." Trey saids, glaring at Adonis. Once Melody was about to get out. He gives her a kiss, and tell her, he'll call her later. Trey hops in the passenger seat, in the front seat. He puts his bandanna back over his mouth, because he knew his brother was about to undergo some shit with polices after him. Trey waited for his brother to hurry up.

[Kayla Alexander]

Kayla laughs at his remark. "ooo. We'll see about that... "little boy" she teased him. He was right though. He was nothing like her ex's. Her ex's were the ones, who thought they were hard, but they never backed up they talk. They were afraid to even carry a gun to be doing the tough talk. She was glad, she dumped they pathetic, worthless asses. Adonis looked like none of them. He wasn't almost afraid of anything, but she was going to find out what he was afraid of; one way or another. But she didn't blame him for being scared of arrested. "Yeah. They like little boys like you. Especially, when you drop the soap. she teased, winking at him. "I hope I don't drop mines, when your around." she tried to sound sexual again to see his reaction.

She laughed as he tried to snap his fingers quickly. He was as stubborn as they come, but it was a cute type of way stubborning. "I'm not tryna make you disappear. I would like to be with you, some more. But you got polices on you. I don't want you getting arrested, while your talking to me." she saids. But it was the truth. Polices thought they was slick, when they weren't. He asked for her phone to put his number in, she gave it to him, and just chilled for awhile, while he went to chat with his brother. She looked over seeing Adonis let Melody out the car. "How cute" she though. That was mighty sweet of him to do something like that for a lady.

They came over to the car, as she looked over at Adonis. She listened. She knew he was gonna get drunk, and he would want something. "Aww." she saids, giving him a hug and kissing him on the lip. She moves her hand back from her lips. "You better call me." she smiles, before giving him another kiss on the lips. She lean away from his lips. "Well. You better go." she looked out her window, hearing police sirens, at a distance. "Talk to you later.. She takes her arm from around him, putting in the steering wheel. She smiles at Adonis, waving at him, before rolling her window up. She puts the car on DRIVE. She begins driving off, getting on the road, and drives down the way.

In the car. "Hey Melody, how you doing?" Kayla saids to Melody. She didn't want her feeling uncomfortable or anything around her. She knew she might be a little shookin up by random events that was occurring. She hope Adonis's action didn't ruin her fun with Trey or anything.

[Adonis White]

"Yeah, we'll see... Lil gurl." He said with a mischievous smirk. She was nothing like HIS exes. He just had a gut feeling telling him she wasn't a gold-digging, trifling, two-faced ass female. He made bank, but he didn't have time fore a girl who was going to sit on their ass all day bitching and moaning asking for money claiming to be a "house wife". He wasn't the one, no matter how bad he wanted to be to them, or how bomb they were. he liked a girl that could stand on her own two feet with or without him so he had enough room to be her man, and not her parents. "Oh so now we comin wit da prison jokes..." He said with a small chuckled, his hand running over his mouth, "I heard dey do shit like dat wit da gurls too SHAWDY, so i'ont know why you talkin." He lifted his eyebrow and gave her a smirk. When she mentioned dropping the soap around him, he couldn't hold back a lick of his lips, a suave looking over-taking his features. "Heh, Da moment yo sexy ass drop da soap round me es'pect a pleasant surprise soon afta." He played it off, leaving a little room for her imagination.

"i was thinkin da EXACT same shit." He admitted. They were known to pull sneaky shit like that, that's why he always had to keep his eyes peeled. As she hugged him in return, she pretty much solved his problem and it no longer was a question in his mind. He kissed her back ans answered her when she pulled back, ;b'"You betta ansa."[/b] He tossed back at her before kissing her again. It seemed like it ended too damn soon because when it did, he just looked at her for a second or two with a spark in his eye and a small grin on his face. "You right. Lemme go." He sad patting the top of her car before stepping back and sticking his hand in his pocket. "Yup." He said with a nod and a smile as she waved at him and rolled up her window, pulling off. When they were making their way down the street he walked back to his car and got in, closing both doors before throwing the car in reverse. he noticed Trey had moved upfront but it wasn't an issue at all.

"Dat right dere is da most gangsta gurl i don evah met in my life Trey." he said with a laugh looking over at him as he pulled down the street. "Fam, i got dis bottle Bacardi, you wanna split dat shit soon as we get to da crib? He asked him, not knowing if Bryan was already there or still at Mardi Gras but whatever, he was probably already drunk right now.

[Trey Lewis]

Trey looked over as Adonis got into the car. He never seen Adonis that happy over a girl, but he was proud of him; finding a girl for him. "That's nice to see you found you the right girl, this time, fams." Trey saids, under his bandanna, chuckling.

Trey looks out the window. "Fo sho. I'll share that shit, after I get a mist----." he quickly stops himself before his brother said something about a Misty, like he usually do. He knew Adonis was getting tired of hearing Trey mention Misty, all the time. "Err.. Sierra Mist." he quickly tries to correct himself to something simpler to Mist. He knew his brother wasn't retarded, he'll know he was talking about a Misty. So, Trey decided to try and change it up to Sierra Mist, which was his other favorite drink, but he knew his brother wasn't going to fall for that shit. But it was worth a shot.

Trey looks in the rear-view mirror to see a round of polices ganging together, distances behind them, sounding off the sirens. "Look like we got company." Trey saids, looking back. "I'm not in the mood to deal with it. Shake em and quick." Trey saids to Adonis. "Hate these fucking snitch muthafuckers!" Trey snaps. He already knew someone described Adonis's car to them for the polices to be coming up behind them.

Trey digs in both of his back pockets to pull out 2 Desert Eagles "Hell nah. Muthafuckers thought I wasn't going to come here, without a gun. They got the game fucked up. Niggas to reckless out at these Mardi Gras, never know when I might need to use them. But didn't think I was going to have to use these guns tonight." Trey reloads each of em. "If you need me to fire, you know I'll shoot at em without hesitation. You know I got a good shot. But they shouldn't be able to tell who I am. Especially, with my face covered up, that shouldn't tell who I am." Trey saids. With the gun, still in his hands. "But if you just wanna drive recklessly and get us both killed, trying to shake these sneaky muthafuckers, den be my guest." Trey looks over at him.

Trey was going to lay back in his seat and enjoy the joy ride, if Adonis was going to just try to shake em up. But these polices aren't THAT dumb. You would have to fake like you was about to drive into the lake or something to trick these polices; other then that, they'll be on they asses all NIGHT.

[Jake Mazursky]

Here was not a man who man who was having a very good day. Jake had been having one hell of a day, including the fact his brother had been kidnapped, he had no idea from who.. but he was thinking it was that nigger he had seen in the bathroom...
Jake had woken up early that day, reading his Torah in the morning with breakfast, then his workout of two and a half hours before he dressed himself in a white short sleeve shirt and a darker over jacket. His steel toe combat boots on his feet, his pair of his black wrangler jeans.
Slowly he walked outside, getting into his Ford Charger he had had dropped off to him, checking himself to make sure his colt .45 was in the front of his pants, his 9mm ruger inside his shoulder holster and a thirteen inch switchblade inside his boot. He was ready for a small war, considering his third degree black belt in karate, he was considering himself pretty good as he shifted his car into gear and began moving forward out of the parking lot down the road towards the celebration.

About an hour down the road he arrived, pulling his car slowly into a parking space, he got out, locking his doors and stepping away. He began down the street towards the mass of people, making his way into the first bar in sight, passing his I.D into sight of the bartender before speaking.
"Have you seen a black guy, about this tall,"Jake held his hand out,"And he calls himself... Trey."Asked Jake.

"No.. can't say I have..."Replied the bartender, before asking,"Whadda you wanna drink mack?".

"Budweiser and a tumbler of sky vodka."Replied Jake.
A few minutes later his drinks appeared, and a few moments after that, he had finished both, dropping money on the bar before walking outside, his eyes searching the crowd as he walked down the street calmly, looking for the porch monkey he needed to talk to.

[Melody Frost]

Melody sat in back seat quietly and didn't say anything the entire ride until they had gotten to her house, she knew that whatever was happening Trey wouldn't want her getting into any trouble and most likely they would drop Kayla off somewhere too. Unless they didn't want to. She smiled and kissed Trey back as she hoped out of the car. "Bye Baby" Walking into her house she turned right before closing the door and watched as they drove off hoping Trey wouldn't get hurt or even worse. But she wasn't about to think like that and she kept positive thoughts in her head. All she wanted was to know after it was all over that he hadn't gotten hurt, and if he had she would go see him. When she was finally in the house she decided that she would take a shower and go to relax a little because if she did have to go visit him or help him she didn't want to smell like a thousand pounds of beer, or look all sweaty. Which was her definite state at the moment. She heard Kayla's question and answered in a simple manner. "I'm good, how are you?" She barely knew the girl but she seemed really nice and it wasn't likely that she would be mean.

[Adonis White]

Adonis smirked as he mentioned the Misty's, but h didn't say anything, just punched him lightly on the shoulder. When he mentioned the cops, his eyes grew to the size of golf balls and he looked into the rear-view mirror, noticing all the cops behind them. All this shit over Kayla? Goddamnit. "Shit!!!" He yelled, feeling like O.J. Simpson on the highway. He wasn't pulling over, and what he had told Kayla tonight had really taken effect. He was selling this motherfucker, as soon as he shook these bitches.

He began to devise a plan as he sped up, hitting the corner hard. Having that gangster instinct really showed when it came to how his brain worked. He knew he couldn't shake the cops in his car, but on foot was another story believe it or not. No matter how hard he hit the corners and how often he did it, his car wasn't some shit of of Need For Speed Most Wanted; thus it didn't have the engine parts to make it hit 200mph. Just to make it sound like a beast when he pulled up t MacDonald's.

"Don't shoot at em Trey, it's jus gunna dig us a deeper hole den what we're already fuckin in." He said as he looked into the mirror, the cops still on his as. It was bad enough he was resisting arrest, but shooting at a police officer was going to get his 17 year old ass hung. As he sped by buildings, he noticed thy began growing older and older and more abandoned, and that's when it hit him as he power slid into the ally way. Thy needed to get on foot and split up in one of the buildings, you know, pull a Houdini type act. Fuck the car, his freedom was way more important at this point. At this point, he had a bomb ass plan, but they were going to need someone to come and get their asses once they jumped out the car. The cops will be looking for hours in one of the abandoned buildings, when he all reality they would have pulled off with someone else under their noses. Perfect plan. The police were not as smart as they thought.

He took his phone out his case, and tossed it in his brother's lap. "Call Bryan, tell him wassup, an dat he need tah come tah da back of fuckin..." He had to think about the streets for a moment. He had been here long enough to know where the streets were and what was where. As shit started to turn industrious, he remembered the abandoned Piping area; it was a company that made metal pipes for sprinkler systems and shit. It would be perfect, they could duck and dodge the cops until help came when they would pull off while the cops thought they were hiding behind rusty pipes and shit. "...Da old pipe factory! Tell him to come to da back of da old pipe factory. An tell him to bring his ass cuz we ain't gon have all fuckin day." He frowned as he investigated the rear-view mirror and made a left into another alleyway. Hopefully he'd drop a few as they excited, the ally was narrow, and he was ready to make a sharp turn right.

[Trey Lewis]

Trey knew he was going to disagree, how scary his ass was when it came to Prison. They probably wouldn't realize Trey, but they'll know it was Adonis. And he'll get more years, so it kinda make sense. Trey puts the 2 Desert Eagles, in his pocket. Trey pulls back on the lever to make his chair, lean back. He just sat back and enjoyed the ride, putting on his seat belt.

Trey liked the rooming of the engine, as they flew pass building. This was a fun, joyride ever. Trey was about to close his eyes, until he felt something get tossed on his lap. Trey looked up and listened to Adonis. "Nigga, don't be tossing nothing on my lap. Scary ass" Trey laughs, taking the phone. He went to Adonis's messages, starting a New Message, and types the message.

1 New Text Message
From: Trey
To: Bryan

Look here. Don't ask questions, don't ask pretty much nothing. Just get yo over to DA Old Pip Factory, NOW!!!!!!! And don't have us waiting tryna talk to that little ass girl, Ky-ky. Get here now...

Trey sends the message to Bryan, throwing the phone back on Adonis's lap. "I swear to god. If Bryan fucks this up, Ima fuck him up at the house.. He always fucking something up, when it comes to a stupid little bitch. Trey snapped ,with the tone in his voice completely with rage. He knew Bryan might would of fucked this up like he usually do, when it comes to girl. But he'll hold back his anger, if Bryan came through for his family.

[Bryan Lewis]

Bryan looked at the phone, and sighed. He didn't know what the hell Trey had gotten into now, and he was starting to get sick of it. He turned on the side of the road and typed in slowly. "I'm on my way..."

He was very agitated, it had been like this for the longest, but the more he got sick of it, the more he started helping his brother up. He started up the Navigator and flew down the road listening to some music a bit. "This better be some good shit, Cause i know his ass better not be wasting me time" Bryan had sped past a few people, but slowed down when he seen a cop past.

He soon arrived at the factory.

[Adonis White]

"Fuck you stupid, i c'aint get in no more fuckin trouble." One of his priorities was to graduate but every morning he woke up, that goal just got farther and farther out of his reach. He was just in too much shit at once and to be seventeen he was doing the type of shit major dope dealers were doing at his age. Making big money, and getting in big trouble. As he slid into the sharp turn three cars slid and crashed into each-other which caused him to look into his rear-view and smirk.

He wanted to punch his ass for throwing his phone back in his lap but he didn't want to fuck up and lose control of the car and kill the two of them so he didn't say shit, he'd get his ass later. "Man ya'aint said shit but a word homie. If i get locked up cuz his stupid ass was kissin dat bitches ass..." He sucked his teeth and shook his head, a heavy frown growing on his face. He'd never put some broad before his family. They came first but sometimes he wasn't sure about Bryan's motives and all that shit. They really needed his ass right now. "Don't get comfortable." He said with a bit of an attitude. This nigga was posted up like they were cruising down fucking Rodeo Drive and shit. He turned into the factory property, crashing right through the gates before he hit his hand brake and slid down the parking lot right in front of the factory front door. He hurriedly grabbed his hoody from the back and jumped out the car, making sure he had his wallet, phones and the Ruger under his seat so the cops had nothing on him but his plates.

It was pitch black outside, no lights on but one street light on in the parking lot. He didn't know what the fuck was in here, but he was willing to take his chances. As the cops began to zoom down the parking lot on their trail he ran to the front doors and gave it a boot, the door swinging open. "Come on fu!" He said running into the darkness of the building while putting his phone into his holder and putting on his jacket. As he ran through, he noticed a bunch of large objects, old machinery that he figured would slow them down; they would think that they were hiding because there was so much shit and it worked that they were a ways behind because they weren't in their view once they got into the factory. Like jumping a fence he jumped over a machinery line and began looking for a door or something that would lead them to the back. It was all instinct from here, and he was hoping that the cops wouldn't be waiting for them outside once they got there. Once he got to the back, he found another door and gave it the boot, the hinges so rusty it came open easily like the first. "Close da door behind you." He said to him so it slowed them down more; it wouldn't be as obvious that they ran through the back when the door was closed. This door brought them to a hall of doors along the sides, and the labels couldn't be read because of the darkness. Adonis slowed down to catch his breath, his journey from the front doors to the back a long one. It was a big ass factory! "We gotta find sutin dat'll take us tah da back fu." he managed to get out as he tried the first door on the left and found a pitch black room. All he was looking for was a room or something that had a window or the back fucking door so they could get out.

[Trey Lewis]

Trey was seconds away from about to knock Adonis ass out, he was gettin tired of his rough talk for one night. Trey decided to just forget about it, he was probably just letting the polices get to his head for the night. Trey just didn't bother saying much because, Adonis always tend to act like this when polices are on to his ass. Trey followed Adonis. He looked around as Adonis busted open the door. Adonis told him to close the door behind them. Trey took out one of his Desert Eagle; there was no telling what was waiting for them in here. He just wanted to be on the safe side. Trey closed the door, but noticed it was making up a loud squeaky noise, due to how rusty the door was. Trey begins to slowly close it to prevent the squeaky noise from being too long for someone nearby to hear it. He finally closed it all the way and followed Adonis, down the way.

They had to come to stop because, Adonis was getting tired. Trey looked around with his hand on the trigger, ready to use it. He had a feeling that, they weren't hear alone. It felt like they were going to be ambushed or something. This was one of those feelings, when you knew you entered someone's gang turf without permission. He looked around to examine the factory, like he usually do. The smell here was somewhat, one of those abandon smell. Somewhat not a good smell. Trey spitted on the ground, looking around. Trey followed Adonis into a black room.

"Man. What the hell?" Trey saids. "It feels like we're going in circles, but this is just one of those big ass factories, that make it seem like that.". Trey wished his had brought some Night Goggles, if he was going to be doing this bullshit. Trey puts his Desert Eagle on a dusty ass table to dig in his pocket to take out some black gloves. He puts the glove on, then grabs his gun. He uses his spare hand to try to feel something on the wall. Maybe, there were windows in the room, but just were boarded up. That's how most vacated places are. All he could feel was still the rusted, tore apart wall, while he moved his hand against it. "Ain't no windows in here, bro." Trey saids. "Let's check out another room."He grabs his Desert Eagle, off the table. And waited for Adonis to move to another area.

[Adonis White]

Adonis' true gangster came out when he was in sticky situations, because from that point on he wasn't playing games anymore, he got serious. He started to think on his feet and his decisions wee quick, so he grew a bit of an attitude until he was in the clear and on top and in control once more. Right now they were on the run and all it took was ONE PERSON to realize that they weren't in the front section for them to be busted. So he was excited, and in a hurry trying to get he fuck out.

As Trey checked the room he left and went to the door across from it, shoulder rushing it instead so it didn't make as much noise as it came open. He saw no sense in checking the same rooms together; they covered more ground faster if they split up. He felt the walls getting dust and shit all over his hands/ It burned when some got into his cut but he ignored it, he was taking a bath anyway as soon as he got home. When he realized there weren't any windows in here either he rushed out and shoulder rushed the door next to it before pausing and standing still. He heard something. "Trey... You hear dat shit?" He asked looking over at him without even blinking. It sounded like a fucking dog barking. His assumption was confirmed once h heard it again, and from that point on he knew they had brought the fucking dogs on their asses. They had to double their speed now, it was a matter of time before the dogs were on their asses. he ran into the room straight to the back wall, but he ran a little to close to the wall, and his thigh smacked into a door handle before he even got to it. "Fuck!" He tried to hold back most of his pitch so it was more of a forced whisper. He stumbled into the wall but he ignored the pain and limped a few steps away from the door before shoulder rushing it and finding a room that actually had light in it, coming from the moon shining though the window. He couldn't control the grin that worked on his face. "Trey, shut all da doors an come in here fu, i found a fuckin window!" He whispered loudly with excitement in his voice as he grabbed the handles of the locks and pulled them up trying to get them to unlock. He didn't want to just bust the window and make too much noise but when he realised he couldn't get it open strength alone, he had no other choice. He Took off his jacket and wrapped it around his left hand punching through the window, clutching his teeth. It hurt like a motherfucker but once again he ignored it after a few seconds and looked out the window. It wasn't a long way down at all; they could make it down without a problem. He knocked the excess glass off so they wouldn't cut themselves before he looked over at him and began climbing out. "Time tah chunk da deuces on dese niggas." He said before pushing himself out and landing on the dirt below him, stepping back and looking up at Trey to follow.

[Trey Lewis]

Trey was still searching the place, then he heard the same noise Adonis's heard. He didn't bother looking at Adonis. Trey was the type to look at where the noise came from, he kept his gun on the trigger, but once he heard dogs, Trey went up in fear then. He hated those muthafuckers. That's one of the main reasons, why he been going to jail was because of those dogs. He knew it was going to come down them being caught. Trey kept his gun closer to him, just incase he had to shoot a couple of dem dogs. Trey was hearing alot of Adonis's stumbling and shit. He glared over at him. "We gotta bounce, fool!" Trey whispered.

They begin rushing through the room with Trey slowly closing the door behind them to prevent the squeaking noises. Adonis found a room with a window, but he made another stupid decision. He been fucking himself up, so much tonight. "Yo stupid ass could of used my gun. God. You must like fucking your self up? I guess you gonna die, trying to fight your way of these situations." Trey saids, shaking his head at Adonis's stupidness. Trey gets out the window behind Adonis, landing on the dirt. He keeps his gun, in his hands, checking his surroundings. It looked pretty vacated. Trey nods his head for them to continue to keep moving before the dogs get closer.

[Adonis White]

"So dey can fuckin hear dat loud ass shit an bust our asses? I'll think of dat shit next time i wanna go to jail. An all it is, is my hands bruh. You ac' like imma bleed tah deaf. Calm down i got dis." Which meant never in his eyes. They were making a lot of noise, some was held in by other doors and shit but with the sound of a loud ass desert eagle, there was no mistaking a sound like that one. His brother was right though, his hands were swollen, purple and blue and he was sure his cut was infected by now. great.

He turned around and checked the area, shaking his jacket to get glass of off of it before he put it bake on. This bitch was most likely going in the trash anyways, he didn't want to keep any evidence or any of that shit on him. Plus there was bound to be little pieces of glass stuck in it, and he didn't want to be cut up by them. All he saw were big ass stacks of big ass metal pipes making a maze almost in the lot, like a junk-yard. He could hear the police sirens echo out front but he didn't hear much else that was inside, so he figured they had some time before panic came again. He nudged his brother on the shoulder before running into the pipe field, remembering to keep straight, the fence had to be behind all of this shit. It wasn't as much as a confusing maze as he thought it would be however, the widest space between the pipes was the path to take. Easy, but he didn't run too fast, just kept at a steady jog, holding up his pants so he could catch the right turn as it came.

[Trey Lewis]

Trey just looked at Adonis, that arm was getting worster and worster. "Man. Take the Bandanna off my mouth and tie that muthafucka up or something man.." He didn't wanna sound worried for his brother's condition, but that hand was getting ugly and uglier by the minute.

Trey kept looking at the window with the gun still in his hands. He can hear the dogs still barking and moving around alot from the inside. He didn't wanna take any chances, until he felt his shoulder being pushed slighty by Adonis. Trey looked at him, raising his left eyebrow at him to see what he wanted. But they going to keep going. Adonis lead the way, while Trey followed, watching their surroundings. "I hope you know this maze through the back of your head." Trey saids, running besides him.

Trey let Adonis do all the work with the maze part, Trey just watched his back.