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| − | + | They're a small group of young punks that work for Russ and live on his property tending to the upkeep. It's a desert ranch full of dirty mattresses, trash, and drugs. Lots of drugs. | |
The interior is dank and most of the windows have been boarded off. The swimming pool converted to a skate pit and the various levels and rooms have been converted into a wasteland of junkies, punks and runaways. There is no power here so everything's run of scattered car batteries, stolen power or a few small generators that are in well-ventilated areas. Mattresses soaked in every bodily fluid imaginable are pushed against walls and tucked into dank corners covered in piles of clothes, junk or bodies. | The interior is dank and most of the windows have been boarded off. The swimming pool converted to a skate pit and the various levels and rooms have been converted into a wasteland of junkies, punks and runaways. There is no power here so everything's run of scattered car batteries, stolen power or a few small generators that are in well-ventilated areas. Mattresses soaked in every bodily fluid imaginable are pushed against walls and tucked into dank corners covered in piles of clothes, junk or bodies. | ||
Revision as of 19:03, 5 November 2018
The Knuckleheads
They're a small group of young punks that work for Russ and live on his property tending to the upkeep. It's a desert ranch full of dirty mattresses, trash, and drugs. Lots of drugs.
The interior is dank and most of the windows have been boarded off. The swimming pool converted to a skate pit and the various levels and rooms have been converted into a wasteland of junkies, punks and runaways. There is no power here so everything's run of scattered car batteries, stolen power or a few small generators that are in well-ventilated areas. Mattresses soaked in every bodily fluid imaginable are pushed against walls and tucked into dank corners covered in piles of clothes, junk or bodies.
The place is rank, the sounds are often soft and filled with coughs and moans. Occasionally music or screaming cuts through the cacophony of humanity packed into this little place, and on weekend nights the place becomes a mad party.
Tully
New York
Baseball Bats, Jackboots, Dumb as a brick
The Muscle
Tariq
San Fransisco/Egypt
Punk Rock, Music, Knives
The Brains
Jake
San Fransisco
Clubs, Drugs, Guns
Has killed for Prada.
The Mouth
Slavic
Russia
Cars, Guns, Knives, Violence
The Driver
Jerid
Florida
Liquor, Guns, Weird pets
The Face
Sean
Ireland
Pikey, Gambling, Boxing, Murder, Money
The Maniac
