(Kingsley) Business Meeting

[Babylon Delgado]

Open, shut. Open, shut. The girl sat on a stone a few feet away from the lake's bank, idly playing with her switch blade. It was getting close to dusk, and most of the other campers had decided that the lake was too chilly to be worth any of the fun they might be having near or in it, which was what she was counting on. Not that she was particularly afraid of being overheard, no one would think anything of two kids just talking together and even if they did what were they going to do about it? Whine to them about morality? Babylon had dealt with worse. Still, it was just better if they could avoid all that noise. Shady deals and shady people did better staying in the shade, or some bullshit like that.

The Harlem branch of operations wasn't nearly as developed as the Los Angeles branch, but considering how that branch was doing that could be for the best. It had taken a bit to find a gang that seemed reliable enough and strong enough to ally themselves with, and to be honest Babylon wasn't too sure about the one they had made. Still. Carlos insisted on the Kings, partially because they had no strong affiliation with any other crime families like most of the other gangs did, and partially because Carlos liked betting on the underdog so long as the underdog seemed to pose a high chance of winning.

It had taken a bit, complications arose either one side or the other, and then the leader had gone and gotten himself paralyzed, but things were beginning to run smoothly. And when they realized the leader was at the same camp as Babylon well that would just make this convenient.

Except for the part about Babylon handling these things. That didn't make anyone happy. She was a merc, an assassin, not a politician. She dealt with confrontation by punching it in the face and saying witty one liners, not by talking it out. But for the good of the empire blah blah blah... she was here on the damned rock, waiting for the cripple.

open, shut. She flicked the blade again.



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notes: >.> I hope this is okay, I mostly based it on things I've seen on "gangland" if you want me to change anything just tell me.
tags: Kingsleh =D

[Kingsley Galgalo]

Being away from his boys was still unusual for the King. Everyone in camp looked at him as if he was speaking in foreign dialect, and that sort of thing becomes progressively frustrating when you need to talk to pass the time. Being a paraplegic in a camp full of activities requiring the use of both legs was never good. Sure, he could give some things a crack, but for the most part he remained idle. Like right now, as he pondered about what he should do for the day.

It was then that he remembered that he had a business meeting with an associate of Carlos Marquez. [Insert various curse words here]. It was important, because Marquez ran a tight ship and it was best to be on his good side. Especially with his good relationship to Babylon Delgado. Kingsley wanted to keep the relations with the two organizations healthy. The Kings were the new kids on the block essentially, and they had to compete with much larger gangs like the Bloods and the Crips. Their structure was similar to modern gangs but the hierarchy was more distinct to other members. In other gangs they was just divided into sets... with no obvious leader. Kingsley let every mothersucker know that he was in charge.

Anyway, ramble aside it was very important for him to make it there. He wheeled across the camp in standard attire. His yellow rag poked out of his pocket and a chain rested around his neck. Kingsley was looking like swag in its purest form. Eventually, he came by the lake... just about on time. The area was pretty quiet, but that was because it was approaching dusk, and of course with the purpose of the meeting to discuss illicit business it was best for it to be that way.

He set his dark brown eyes upon the dark skinned female. Kingsley slowly approached her in his wheelchair. "Dayuuum girl, you're still looking fine," a small smirk played upon his lips. He looked at her switchblade momentarily before fixing his gaze upon her face. "S'happening?" he asked in a relaxed manner, resting his palms upon his armrests.

OOC: Yay! I hope everything I've said is accurate. o:
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[Babylon Delgado]

Babylon heard the sounds of wheel-on-ground and looked up. He was a little late, but then she was hardly known for ever being on time so no harm no foul. Open, shut. one last time before she twirled the blade between the fingers of her right hand and shoved it into her pocket. She gave him a slow, appraising once over as he rolled closer before nodding in approval. He might be a cripple but he sure as hell didn't let that get in the way of appearance. She leaped off her rock, landing in front of him with a smirk.

"Nigga you lookin good in dat swag." she held out her hand for him to smack, "just scopin' da camp gettin' my balls. What be happenin wit'choo?"

It was a relief to see Kingsley. She liked the other campers well enough, or at least didn't have any particular beef with any of them. She didn't really know any of them well enough to decide definitely one way or the other. But they didn't get the streets like she did. They didn't understand the nuances of crime and the joy of pulling off a heist or giving a rival a fatal dose of lead poisoning. It wasn't like that was all she had to talk about, but with most people it was like she had to watch her mouth or say something that suddenly shoved a stick up their ass. People like Kingsley, though, they didn't require walking on eggshells. Kingsley was good people.

"How're da boys?" She asked. "Think they ready to step their shit up? We been having issues wit da west side. Good bank in it."


notes: anflkdsnfads slang. I love slang. I would speak slang forever if I could.
wordcount: almost the minimum >.> 292.