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Jul. 17th, 2009 11:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
guppy_sandhu"Yes!"
Frogspawn punches the air and jumps up from the computer.
"Guppy! I managed to get tickets for the Tweenies!" she says, bouncing down the stairs two at a time. "Tuesday night."
Guppy grins at her, then grimaces when she says the night.
"Frogs, you know I'm working late Tuesday night! We're all having to pull extra shifts because of swine flu."
"I know, I'm sorry, but Alex likes them a lot and they're hard to come by, so I got tickets for me and him. You don't mind do you?"
"Nah, I'll cope with not seeing the Tweenies." Guppy says. "You two have fun."
***
Meanwhile. Farmeade. A gang of youths sitting on a wall, their identical hoods hiding their faces from the sun, a ferocious dog at their feet. Their dark clothes marked by a badge of honour - devil horns in red fabric paint. All male, aged between about twelve and seventeen.
The one known as Rad was not brought up to be a gang member. He fell into trouble in school, bullies, and nobody could protect him. In this group, he felt invincible, even when they got into fights. His mates were always there to watch his back.
They said Tony is in jail. And everyone's a bit nervous. With Tony gone, perhaps the Devil Horn Gang can start ruling the roost around here. Sooner or later, someone is going to start throwing their weight around, and chances are there will be someone else there to challenge it. Rad didn't consider the possibility of a gang war when he signed up, but he knows sure as hell there's one likely now.
The balance of power has been completely thrown off. Perhaps, when Tony is sentenced, a more permanent state of affairs will be realised.
They notice movement in the hedges on the edge of their territory. Their leader makes a signal, and in slick choreographed unison, they rise from their wall, and strut in formation towards the newcomers.
Frogspawn punches the air and jumps up from the computer.
"Guppy! I managed to get tickets for the Tweenies!" she says, bouncing down the stairs two at a time. "Tuesday night."
Guppy grins at her, then grimaces when she says the night.
"Frogs, you know I'm working late Tuesday night! We're all having to pull extra shifts because of swine flu."
"I know, I'm sorry, but Alex likes them a lot and they're hard to come by, so I got tickets for me and him. You don't mind do you?"
"Nah, I'll cope with not seeing the Tweenies." Guppy says. "You two have fun."
***
Meanwhile. Farmeade. A gang of youths sitting on a wall, their identical hoods hiding their faces from the sun, a ferocious dog at their feet. Their dark clothes marked by a badge of honour - devil horns in red fabric paint. All male, aged between about twelve and seventeen.
The one known as Rad was not brought up to be a gang member. He fell into trouble in school, bullies, and nobody could protect him. In this group, he felt invincible, even when they got into fights. His mates were always there to watch his back.
They said Tony is in jail. And everyone's a bit nervous. With Tony gone, perhaps the Devil Horn Gang can start ruling the roost around here. Sooner or later, someone is going to start throwing their weight around, and chances are there will be someone else there to challenge it. Rad didn't consider the possibility of a gang war when he signed up, but he knows sure as hell there's one likely now.
The balance of power has been completely thrown off. Perhaps, when Tony is sentenced, a more permanent state of affairs will be realised.
They notice movement in the hedges on the edge of their territory. Their leader makes a signal, and in slick choreographed unison, they rise from their wall, and strut in formation towards the newcomers.
