Your name is Jake Watson. 19 years old, messy blond hair, thin, and lean. You became part of this group of idlers when you were 17. The others were, and continue to be, your only friends. Although you’ve never been good at anything that mattered, such as grades, sports, girls, or jobs, you did find a calling in petty crime and general lawlessness. Your friends were very much the same, and you all more or less dropped out of high school and nobody cared. You wore a hooded sweatshirt to the heist. Now you’ve dressed down into better fitting clothing: a blue tank top, a pair of tattered camo shorts, and beach sandals.
Then there was Alex Skinner, age 21. Held back a year in school, he had been in a lot of your classes as well as detentions. Tall, muscular, and extensive tattoos on his forearms and legs. He doesn’t speak all that much to others outside the group, and one might say he isn’t the sharpest tool in the shed. But of you four he is the largest and bluntest, one that you could count on to swing hard at someone else when the time called for it. He had dressed out of the heist gear (which consisted of the classic ski mask, long-sleeved black shirt, and gloves) and into a leather jacket, stained white undershirt, blue jeans with a skull belt buckle, and sneakers.
Part of the gang also was Bernie Skinner, Alex’s younger brother, age 17. One couldn’t tell that they were related at first, as they were nearly perfect opposites of each other. While Alex is stolid and indifferent, Bernie is a short fuse, a live wire, highly opinionated. He talks more than anyone else in the group, and most of the time you wish he didn’t. But occasionally he has some brilliant ideas in the sea of prattling, so he can be an indispensable member of the group. He was now dressed in a green t-shirt with a screen pressed face of Che Guevara on the front, grey sweatpants, and no shoes.
Finally, there was Amie “Ames” Dallah, age 19. A so-called “lipstick” lesbian, finding a suitable social group in high school proved to be difficult for her. Of you four, she has the most ambition, the greatest ability to lead, and often is the one planning the next job. She actually finished high school and is the only person in the group working at a salaried position. This is mostly to cover funds for gear, food, water, rent, and whatever else the group needs to execute its next crime. When you three arrived at the house, she was wearing a buttoned-up cardigan over a matching pink tank top, faded skinny jeans, and Converse shoes.
Currently, the four of you were inside an old and abandoned house. The owner of the house died years ago and apparently left nobody to claim the property. Bernie discovered the place one year ago, and it has since been the location of your group planning and debriefing after crimes. Sure, there was no electricity or running water, but that hasn’t stopped you before. The neighborhood didn’t have a homeowner’s association; as long as you squatted there without attracting suspicion, the ownerless house didn’t raise any eyebrows. The beat-up car used to belong to the owner as well. You four get along as best you can, with what you have.
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