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- Apr 26, 2011
It was a nice day out at least some would say, the sun was high in the air and it was late afternoon, school had just let out for those who actually went to it. He was not one of them he was a person who went when he felt like it, Bryan was his name and he was a class A delinquent, the kind that would punch a teacher right in the face without a reason. He went on the streets knowing almost any and every gang there was though he was not in any himself, in the streets he felt normal there were a lot of people like him on the streets. He walked down the street right now without a care for anything in the world but himself, it had always been like this for him as he had no one else to care for. He was the kind of young man that parents never wanted to see their kids hang around, angry impolite and more then a few knew of his run in with the police a few times now. Yes indeed you could look up delinquent in the dictionary and see his picture, his whole attitude screamed back off or get hurt to almost everyone around him. Even normal people who happened to be walking by on the sidewalk right now gave him a wide berth, he had a look in his eyes that could bring even thugs down a peg or two if he wanted.
Bryan was not the typical delinquent though, he did not wear wife beaters or better known as tank tops, he did not wear shorts or pants that sagged half way off his ass. He thought the people that dressed like that looked stupid, he was a simple guy no need to do all that to try and make himself look like a moron he thought. Instead he wear a simple black T shirt with a picture of the grim reaper painted on, his pants were cargo pants tan in color that made it easy to move in. Now his hair is the thing most people would notice, it was short cropped and spiked up like he was ready to stab someone with it. Most would think he was just some punk rocker or something similar, but he was not someone who altered their appearance to fit in he simply did what he liked. His skin was a light tan from the sun though it was a very light tan, his eyes were green a very dark green that one might find murky like seawater. On his feet were boots tan like his pants but these were not ordinary boots they were steel toed boots meant for heavy work in case you dropped something on your foot, he used them for both work and fighting in this case as they were handy in a fight. Around his wrists were two bracelets one was normal it was a leather strap with a metal dragon curling around the leather and his wrist, the other was a black leather band with spikes coming out all around his wrist, it was a accessory and a weapon if needed.
Right now Bryan was on his way to the club, recently he had heard somethings going on behind his back, someone was talking a lot of smack about him when he had never even met the guy. So he had found out the guy liked to hang out at the usual place most wannabe gang members hung out, at the club. It had no other name it was just the club, so he took a turn off the street and walked into the alley now, inside the alley there was a single door and in front of that door was a man almost twice the size of Bryan. He walked up to the guy who held up a hand to him "Hey my man got to tell me the password before I just let you in" the doorman said in a friendly tone that barely hid the fact that he did not want Bryan in the club right now. Bryan did not even answer, he had run into this many times with the doormen, he did not need to fight the guy he needed to persuade him, so he reached up and grabbed the back of the man's head and pulled him down. It was almost like he was going to knee him in the face which is what he would usually do, but instead he threw the man to the ground and then reached into his pocket to pull out a hundred dollars. Once he got the bill out he set it on the man's back, "anyone comes looking for me you let them in so I can deal with them" he said in a cold tone as he walked through the door now.
Bryan was not the typical delinquent though, he did not wear wife beaters or better known as tank tops, he did not wear shorts or pants that sagged half way off his ass. He thought the people that dressed like that looked stupid, he was a simple guy no need to do all that to try and make himself look like a moron he thought. Instead he wear a simple black T shirt with a picture of the grim reaper painted on, his pants were cargo pants tan in color that made it easy to move in. Now his hair is the thing most people would notice, it was short cropped and spiked up like he was ready to stab someone with it. Most would think he was just some punk rocker or something similar, but he was not someone who altered their appearance to fit in he simply did what he liked. His skin was a light tan from the sun though it was a very light tan, his eyes were green a very dark green that one might find murky like seawater. On his feet were boots tan like his pants but these were not ordinary boots they were steel toed boots meant for heavy work in case you dropped something on your foot, he used them for both work and fighting in this case as they were handy in a fight. Around his wrists were two bracelets one was normal it was a leather strap with a metal dragon curling around the leather and his wrist, the other was a black leather band with spikes coming out all around his wrist, it was a accessory and a weapon if needed.
Right now Bryan was on his way to the club, recently he had heard somethings going on behind his back, someone was talking a lot of smack about him when he had never even met the guy. So he had found out the guy liked to hang out at the usual place most wannabe gang members hung out, at the club. It had no other name it was just the club, so he took a turn off the street and walked into the alley now, inside the alley there was a single door and in front of that door was a man almost twice the size of Bryan. He walked up to the guy who held up a hand to him "Hey my man got to tell me the password before I just let you in" the doorman said in a friendly tone that barely hid the fact that he did not want Bryan in the club right now. Bryan did not even answer, he had run into this many times with the doormen, he did not need to fight the guy he needed to persuade him, so he reached up and grabbed the back of the man's head and pulled him down. It was almost like he was going to knee him in the face which is what he would usually do, but instead he threw the man to the ground and then reached into his pocket to pull out a hundred dollars. Once he got the bill out he set it on the man's back, "anyone comes looking for me you let them in so I can deal with them" he said in a cold tone as he walked through the door now.