Strawberry, South Central Los Santos

1996

A Bullet Has No Name

JD Turner and his girl Jana were walking back from a party from their old neighborhood they'd grown up on 82nd Street in South LS. They both had grown up in the neighborhood, they did not live here anymore but they did still keep in touch with old friends. They were both students at the University Of Los Santos. It was spring break and they would be taking a trip down to Cancun, Mexico soon but before they did, they had stopped off at a neighborhood block party. They'd had a good time all though the hood was still pretty rough it wasn't as rough as 92'.

JD remembered the riots and the truce between the Families and the Ballas. The truth was, they had grown up in the Orange Grove Families neighborhood off 74th street but now they were walking past 74th street street to catch the bus. The reasoning was ordinarily, JD would have driven them. But Jana's car was in the auto shop and his had been towed by the Davis Impound Lot. He had the funds to get it out and he would need to to get them down to Mexico. But he would not be doing that tonight. Even if it was near the police station, Davis was not safe at night so he would wait until it was day.

Though neither JD or Jana had been involved with any gangs, seeing as they grew up in the hood, some of their friends still represented OGF. At one time, OGF had been part of the Families but over the years they had dropped the Families from their moniker because seemingly every Family hood hated them even Grove Street which had seen its neighborhood controlled by both green raggers and purple raggers at different points, and where OGF was said to have started, hated them. It was all due to the story going around that back in the late 70's the founder of the Families was shot in a drive-by done by a member of OGF. This made them worse than the Ballas in the eyes of most Family hoods and that was saying a lot.

The Ballas were more like a union, moving together as one despite different hoods while the Families were like a confederacy in that they might fight the enemy together but they also fought each other. Still, the Ballas were hated by the Families too as one of the earliest casualties of the war and among the first shot was a gang member named Jesus who was the reason they all wore green bandannas. He'd been killed by the Ballas in 1973.

With Orange Grove, they were enemies with both the Families and Ballas now. He had a homie named Peewee from that gang and Peewee's motto as far as other gangs went was "Only friend to Orange Grove is another Grove," Unlike their predessecors in the Families, the Orange Groves wore orange bandannas rather than green though at one time they had once wore green and orange. This distinguished them from the Ballas in purple and the Families in green. The Orange Groves especially those from 74th street were considered some of the most violent individuals. Even among older established black gangs they were considered to be worse. JD knew they did bad shit at times but he didn't really consider them bad people. It was just circumstances.

JD himself was a dark skinned black man with curly hair in a fade wearing a dark blue T shirt and baggy blue jeans. Jana was a light brown skinned honey with an almond complexion, bright brown eyes, pouty red lips and straight jet black hair. "I love you..." She said with a smile. He replied, "I'm feeling you like that myself, girl..."

"That aint gonna cut it. Say it, boy..."

"Aight girl, I love you. You know you got it like that...don't even trip."

They heard the sound of loud rap music blasting through the area. A dark green Manana pulled up and a few green clad men driving by took a look at them and chuckled but drove off. He felt nervous. They were members of the Chamberlain Gangster Families. They were bitter enemies of the Orange Groves and while JD was not a gang member but instead a nineteen year old college student, it was still unnerving because it didn't matter if you were actually from a neighborhood in South Central in the sense of being put on. All that seemed to matter was if somebody thought you were from there.

"Man, I'm tireder than a motherfucker...come on baby let's get the fuck home..."

"Alright, let's hurry up, I hate this neighborhood..." She said with a bit of fear in her voice. He agreed. "Niggas be tripping around here...just wanna bang..."

Just then, the Manana was tailing them. Two light skinned black males were inside it. The first was shorter and a bit heavy in size and had a mini Afro with light brown skin and on his cheek for whatever reason he had three dots that were birthmarks but that represented the crazy life the hospital the graveyard and the pen which was odd to see on a black male as usually it was a tattoo often seen on Chicano gangsters affiliated with the South Side car. He wore a black sweater and a Green Corkers cap. His passenger was larger in stature about six one, with a shorter haircut a crew cut under a Feuds cap. He wore a black denim jacket as well. "Hey nigga!" He called out.

"Ah shit..." JD said. Jana warned, "Just keep walking. Don't turn around," She advised. "Hey homeboy!" JD rolled his eyes in annoyance. "Here we go again..."

"Whassup motherfucka?! You and your motherfuckin bitch, whassup?!" Screamed the CGF gangster. "Hey, nigga why you fucking with me?" Demanded JD annoyed.

"FUCK YOU, NIGGA, CAUSE I CAN!" Replied the CGF gang member as he revealed his Beretta and he fired out the window. The round struck JD in the left shoulder. The college student cried out in pain as the hot lead hit his flesh. "AHHHH SHIT!" He screamed. He felt himself losing strength and coordination at the same time hitting the pavement with a thud and a second round hit him in the right side of the chest exiting out of his back through the shoulder.

He heard Jana screaming but then suddenly her voice faded out and he wondered if he had gone deaf from the sound of the gunshots and he saw the muzzle flashes a few more times in the darkness lighting up the dark ghetto streets like lightning and just as briefly as lightning as well. He had blood in his mouth tastng the iron as he was weak on the pavement.

He was unable to talk and he saw the car speed off watching the tail lights veer off towards Seguin Avenue. He coughed up blood all over the pavement and to his horror he looked to see Jana on the ground next to him. She had been struck three times in the back and blood was in her mouth as well. "JD..." She whimpered crying out in a sob. She reached out taking his hand. "Stay with me...!" She begged. He didn't know if she meant don't get up and leave, which he had no intention or ability to do, or if she meant don't die. It broke his heart in two to see that she was more concerned for his well being than her own.

He drifted off as he heard the sound of sirens. He was lifted up by a air of arms though he couldn't tell who. A trickle of blood fell from his lips onto the street as he was carried to a car.

Two Weeks Later

He had been unable to make it to her funeral when it happened. He'd been too fucked up on bed rest. He now stood over her grave with tears rolling down his cheeks. His homeboy O Loc an African American with mahogany skin and short dread locks wearing baggy beige khakis and an orange plaid shirt was there with him. He also had a couple of other homies with him. A dark skinned black man with dreads similar to O Loc, though O Loc was far lighter skinned, was there wearing a black beanie and sunglasses. He had an orange and white plaid shirt. He was known around the hood as Dimebag. He was in his twenties. Next to him was a light skinned black girl with long black hair brown skin indicating partial white ancestry and she wore a blue flannel jacket.

JD put the flowers down at her grave. A picture of Jana's smiling face was inside the headstone. "I can't believe they took her from me..."

O Loc lamented, "Hey, we tried to stop them..." JD looked at him. "What you mean?"

"We saw a car like the one you described roll through the set headed up towards 56th. We was coming out to warn you two maybe we should give ya'll a ride cause they were looking for trouble. It kind of fucked me up cause them CGF marks aint supposed to show their asses this far up from 60th."

He had a 40 with him that he was drinking. "Shit is fucked up, man. I feel you. Jana was my homgirl too, bro. Like a sista to me. She aint deserve to go out like that..."

JD's cheeks were wet with tears. "She told me not to turn around...to just keep walking and I had to go and be stupid. Try and be hard around here...for what?! But they called her a bitch...you gotta stand up for your woman's honor...but I got her killed..."

O Loc was a hardcore dude so when he offered a hug, JD knew it was a big deal. "Hey trust me on this, man. It may not be what you wanted to hear but that motherfucker was probably going to shoot no matter what. In our neighborhood? He was looking for trouble. You know I'm down to help you get these marks..."

"I don't just want that..." JD said. "I'm done with college. I got no use for it. We were there together. We supported each other. We always said we'd get out of the neighborhood and see the world together. She's dead...so the dream is dead. I want to find these niggas and put them in the dirt. But I'ma need protection."

"JD, we been friend how many years, man?"

"All our lives, g."

"And I never once asked you if you was trying to get put on the hood neither did any of the other homies, man. Look here, playboy. You my nigga. I mean that. We're best friends and I say that when you aint even from the set. I don't know if that says a lot about our friendship our little about the homies from the block but either way it don't matter. We could just do that 187 for your girl but this shit aint no joke. This aint a fun life. You just got a taste of the shit and you aint even with the hood."

"Well it's on now. I want in. I'm serious, Loc. Whatever you need me to do..."

"Shit what would your moms say about that, partna?" JD shook his head. "That don't matter I don't even stay with her no more and pops is gone so he aint around to kick my ass for it no way. I want in..."

"Aight homie. Come by 74th later tonight," Stated Dimebag. "We got you, playboy. I know you hurting and it's always like that but you grew up around here you've lost friends before."

JD nodded. "Yeah I know, homie . I'm just saying it don't make it easier besides that was normal growing up around here fucked up as it is but damn...they killed my girl, dog. For nothing! She aint even deserve that!"

Dimebag assured, "Hey don't trip, cuz. Them CGF marks sowed their own poison brother. I aint no holy roller but I truly believe that shit."

Murietta Heights

East Los Santos

Chingona

Eldora Bastidas was staring at a sea of brown faces. She was sixteen years old and a mix of Mexican and Guatemalan. She had been in the United States most of her life.. Her father had been a fighter in the civil war and they moved here in the early 80's. Her father, Gabriel e was from Guatemala a Ki'che while her mother was a full blooded Purhepecha Indian from Mexico. Eldora had jet black hair, with a blondish streak in the front. She was sixteen years old and about to get put on to the varrio. She knew her parents would not approve but they had been deported. She was on her own.

Her little brother, Danny and her had escaped the foster care system all though they had tried to put them at a home while waiting for a foster family to take them in, they both had escaped.

Now she was about to get put onto the varrio. Uno Flats. Standing tall over her was a dark brown skinned Chicano with a crew cut wearing a Pounders cap and he wore a brown and white checkered shirt. He looked at her with a cigarette in his mouth. He was nineteen himself. Standing near her were old playmates and curerent homegirls. The first was a Central American girl of Salvadoran descent who despite being Salvadoran, was tall for her ethnicity at five eight. She was a pretty woman with light brown kin full luscious lips and her eyes were painted in eyeshadow typical of pachuca style. She wore a black fedora and a white wife beater under black overalls as suspenders was another common loo. She was known as Celocita.

The next was her homegirl Maribel " Dreamer" Solis. She was a pretty caramel sinned Chicana with somewhat high brown hair and she favored the color light blue and yellow a lot of the time. She wore a yellow and black checkered shirt over a white wifebeater which exposed her stomach which had the word Uno tattooed on it across her belly with thr ad Flats on the other side. In truth, she was her best friend.

Next was La Muñeca who was actually really named Mona Castellanos. She was a darker brown skinned woman of Honduran descent standing at five foot five with a pouty set of lips, big eyelashes and a nose that was a bit wide but resembled an Olmec nose. She was Honduran. Next was La Panza which was slang for The Belly belly.

She was a Mexican American Panza was not an unattractive woman she was just maybe forty pounds overweight. She had large breasts and a bit of weight to her stomach as well as her hips thighs and ass. She hated that nickname but there were still many vatos that liked her. She was light skinned and had long wavy black hair and she wore a black wife beater and gray dickies plus a pair of Loc Down sunglasses. Her real name was Gabriela Solis and she hated her nickname but it stuck and she got used to it. Her own family had called her that which had caused her a lot of self esteem and anger issues.

She didn't mind it as much from the vatos that paid attention to her or her homegirls but when enemies or strangers said it derisively she wanted to and did fight them

Then there was her homegirl Delores "Lolita" Ramirez. She was five ten the tallest of any girls in the neighborhood at five ten she too was curvy but light brown with jet black straight black hair. She had a tattoo on her cheek of the three dots. She was doin somewhat of a mixture between rocker and chola. She always did. Today she wore a plaid dress over a black mesh top. Her lipstick was blue on the outer lips and their natural color more in. She also had penciled in eyebrows. She was of Mexican and Dominican descent. She wasn't sure how Dominicans or Puerto Ricans and Cubans for that matter ended up on the west coast.

She looked at her homegirls. They looked back at her. "You sure you're down for this, esa?" Asked Mona. "I'm not going back to the orfanato. Let's do it..."

She threw the first punch getting Dreamer in the face. Eldora took the next blow as La Panza hit her in the side of the face. She went to attack Panza but soon she was bombarded by punches and kicks and the girls were throwing and punching and kicking her as they mobbed on her. Danny, a short youngster of about five five with light brown skin and deep dark big brown eyes and a Corkers cap saw the ass whooping his sister was taking. "Get off her!" He screamed but Tricky held him back. "Stay back homes. Your sister wanted this. She's doing it for both of you."

"They're gonna kill her!" He cried. "No, they're not..." Tricky promised. The time was being counted as Eldora took blow after blow. The hardest seemed to come from La Panza and Lolita. Her nose and lips bled as the fists bombarded her. "Veintiséis ... veintisiete ..."

She tackled Mona throwing blows at her stomach and headbutting her but Mona after taking a head butt and two jabs hit Eldora in the back of the head and the back with force that knocked the Central American to her knees. She was winded at the kicks in her side, her back and her stomach. Before long, a minute had passed. As she hit the ground again and covered her head, she thought.

"veintiocho ...,. Veintinueve ... treinta ... treinta y uno ... treinta y dos ..."

She held on for the rest of it. Finally they stopped after a minute, she was helped to her feet. She charged at La Panza since the chubby girl had been extra viscous. "Calmate cabrona!" Screamed the bigger woman shoving her back. "You're one of us now, fool!" She hugged her and the other homegirls did that as well. "I wasn't about to roll the dados..." Groaned Eldora. She then turned to Tricky. "Now you and me..."

"What?"

"Yeah. You and me. Throw in a homeboy or two actually. Because as much as this is supposed to prepare us, there could be some vatos who catch us slipping on the streets and they got more upper body strength so we should have to get jumped in by vatos too."

"Fuck that eh..." Stated Dreamer. "My ex thought the relationship was a boxing ring enough as it is..."

"Well then do it for me..." Eldora said brushing the blood from her face. "Mija, you sure?" Danny being concerned stated, "No don't do it! You're beat up enough as it is!"

She put her dukes up. "Bring it...unless you're scared to lose to a girl...?

Tricky shrugged. "Okay..." With that he socked her in the face and she hit the ground hard. Two homeboys came up as well and she swung at the balls of the first one and came up headbutting the next. She punched him in the face to give herself some breathing room and Tricky was about to throw another blow but she hit him with a hard left. . The other homeboy tried to get up but was floored by the nut shot. "We should have called no shots to the juevos! Fuck..."

Tricky hit her again this time in the stomach. Maybe he was trying to hurt her less thinking by going for the body he'd be less likely to do more serious damage than her head but the truth was her abdomen was sore and she hoped she hadn't had any broken ribs. It pissed her off. She head butted him and followed up with a punch to his gut which she could see winded him and he staggered and she hit him wit a left jab to the face and then a right to the nose. The two homeboys rushed her and began to kick her as she fell to the ground. Tricky gave one kick to the back and then yelled, "Orale! That's enough!"

He helped her up. "Shit..." He breathed. "This bitch is fuckin hardcore. Your placa is La Ira from now on, eh!"

Eldora smiled. Danny walked over to her hugging her and asked, "Are you okay, hermana?" She told him, "I'm firme...but don't hug me my ribs hurt, eh...by the way you're never joining the varrio. You're goin to stay in school."

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"Are WE okay?" He asked making sure this would keep them from needing to go to the foster system. "Ahuevo..." She promised. "Bueno..." He said. "Cause I thought all these guys are calita...at least until they beat up on you..."

"Ellos calita...this is just what we have to do around here. Life aint easy for a Chapina..that's how we survive the streets. It aint easy for Michoacana either."

"Orale..." Stated the half Guatemalan half Chicano teenager. "But I aint a punk either. If people try to mess with me I'm gonna fight..."

"That's fine. But don't play with a gun..ever.."

"Why do you get to be the soldada and I gotta be the book worm?" Complained Danny. "I'm the boy."

"Beause I'm older than you," She said. "And I can still kick your ass..." She said in a teasing tone. Tricky handed her a beer and she took it for the pain. "Hey you want a cool one too, homes?"

Eldora shook her head. "Danny doesn't drink. He aint about to start."

"Hey, the vatos gonna have his first pisto somewhere it might as well be among friends."

"Who says he has to drink? Even I'm only drinking it for the pain..."

"Orale...and by the way you'll be on a mission with us soon to hit up the Ass Lickers and the Mara Cucas. They're trying to move into El Burro Heights. They've both been fuckin with the comaradas. I don't care what the politics is in the condado. On the calles, these levas are asking to get fucked up. The carnales may have said we have to peace with each other to a point and stop drive-by's but..that's easier said than done. The Aztecas have been keeping one foot on the ground and one in the car when they hit us up."

"Cool..." La Ira stated. "But what about those pendejos from 4th Street Lokotes?"

"Those bitches aint about nada. It's funny you say that shit mija. It's those Azteca punks that gotta die tonight."

"Keep a trucha," Stated Eldora. "Watch out for Danny..."

"Orale...we'll keep him safe..." Tricky turned to the teenager. "You up for some pizza?" The teenager nodded. "What do you want, hermano, Pizza This or Well Stacked?" The teen shrugged. "I don't know either one as long as there's Canadian bacon and Jalapenos!" He chuckled. "Ma, you really are your sister's brother. Chapines got weird taste but its all firme..."

Eldora got into a dark gold Glendale with Dreamer, Lolita and Mona. They began to drive off towards South Los Santos and the song I Got Pulled Over by Kid Frost featuring MC Eiht and ALT played on Radio Los Santos. "Hey, mija, dispensa...on being so hard on you. We all had to go through with it..." Stated Dreamer. "I saw you come hard at me so I know you were pissed. But then when I saw you go toe to toe with Tricky I thought shit. This hyna is loca. Tricky's one tough motherfucker."

"It's fine. I'm sorry too...it just sorta all caught me by surprise but I know it's in case any bitches from Aztecas or Mara try and get me. But that's also why I headed up with the boys too. You just never know."

"Hey your brother is kinda cute..." Mona said with a chuckle. "Chale, esa don't be a skonka eh he's still in middle school," Stated Dreamer. "Hey don't trip I'm just saying..."

Eldora asked, "So who we hitting up?" Lolita said, "You mean specifically? These fuckers in Northern Rancho killed the homeboy Raymond. You remember Reymundo?"

"Yeah. The guy with the lazy eye..He was always quiet."

"Well we don't know which one of those fuckers did it but we know their clique did it. They just ran up on him parked their carucha while he was over on Ray Lowenstein and started spraying."

"Then why are we hitting them up if we don't know who did it? It's the vatos who do that dumb shit. Hitting up random people from the other side. Somos mujeres. We're supposed to plan ahead!"

"True but we gotta pop your cherry, baby..." Stated Mona. "And I got just the plan for how you can catch these fools..." She whispered into the Central American's ears. Eldora's eyes widened. "That's so fucked up!"

"I know but it'll work."

They pulled up finally arriving in the Aztecas neighborhood. There were five gang members on the corner. The first was a light brown skinned Chicano in a black jacket over a white t shirt blak khakis and a teal do-rag under a black cap and shades. He was smoking a cigarette and he stood at five nine. The next was a darker Chicano with a mustache weaing a turquoise bandanna and a white t shirt with khakis and shades. The third gang member wore a plaid trquoise button up with just the top button buttone and blue jeans shorts. The fourth gang member had a long black ponytail and olive skin and he wore a dark blue t shirt and blue dickies and a crucifix necklace. The fifth had a shaved head and a goatee and had a tattoo of an Aztec warrior on his left forearm and the Virgin Mary on the right.

The song Hit Em Up by 2pac played on the radio. "Man, Biggie really fucked up stting his homeboy up like that...that's gacho homie..."

"He didn't hve shit to do with that..." Stated the pony tailed gangster. "But he doesn't stand a chance against the west lyrically. Those bitches out east are lame. How are they gonna still think the west aint shit when none of them would be able to do gangster rap or nada without the west? It was NWA and Ice T talking about it first. Fuck a bunch of Biggie and Wu Tang, fool!"

"Hey I like some of that Puerto Rican shit Big Pun put out..." Stated the third one. "Yeah but Ricans helped start it and they didn't get no airplay that's fucked up eh. At least with Frost he was the first Latino to really make it..."

"Yeah cause of Eazy E. Man I can't believe hes gone...at least we still got Pac..."

The fifth watched the fourth serve a fiend some crack. "Man you sure this is alright homie? Some of the carnales don't like us getting mixed up with yayo..."

"Man,fuck that punk. Shacking up with a Grove Street puta. He aint no Azteca in my book no more, homes. And The Families they're seeing that shit. Their way is dead. That fucker that ran that neighborhood is dead homes. OCB made sure of that...now it's a Baller hood."

Eldora put on her fake tears and made sure the tears caused her mascera to run. "Hey mija...what's wrong..you alright?" Asked the first gang member.

"It's my ex boyfriend!" She cried. "I caught him with another woman and told him we're through...and he just went crazy and started hitting me!" The man with the cigarette flicked it out. "Takes a special kind of coward to hit a female. Where is this leva?"

He and his homeboy in the ponytail stepped off from their spot on the corner. "Chuy, who gives a fuck man? We don't know her. Can't trust a pinche Guanaca..." Chuy told him, "Shut the fuck up, homes. Show some respect what if that was your sister?"

"She don't look Salvadoran eh she looks like a chapina."

"Nah she's a Chicana, fool.."

The three hynas were ducked down in the Glendale. They walked her to the car. "You okay to drive? You look pretty bad...no offense...we can get you to a hospital.."

"No hospitals..." She sniffed. "I'm illegal..." She whispered. "Orale, I'll take you back to my ruca's pad get those cuts looked at...hey...who is this punk that hit you, anyway?"

She looked Chuy in the eyes. "Reymundo. De Varrio Uno..." The Chicano's eyes widene in puzzlement before Eldora pulled out her switchblade and plunged it into his heart. He cried out in pain staring in disbelief at the betrayal. His homeboy tried to go for his pistol, a 9mm but Eldora wasted no time drawing the .22 she had been given to use in the mission.

She pressed it to the man's jaw on the right side pulling the trigger. He fell to the grond with a thud. She fired at the group and that was when Lolita, Dreamer and La Muneca popped up with the windows rolled down and began firing out the window.

Dreamer was firing a .380 out the window 11 times while Lolita let off five rounds from the two .25's she was wielding. La Muneca fired an M1911 out the window six times. The three remaining bangers didn't have a chance. While at least six of the total rounds the girls fired went astray, there was more than enough to hit every man. Return fire came from a house to Eldora's 7'oklock position so she ran and the car was started and Dreamer yelled, "Vamanos! Go go go!" She jumped in through the window and tore off as a male and a female gang member fired after them.

"Motherfuckin Uno style!" Screamed Dreamer as they finally got clear of the Aztecas.

At Eldora's request, they stopped and pulled over at a 24/7 and the teenager vomited in the bathroom. She was shaking at what she had done. She hadn't taken one life. She had taken two! All to try and "Take care" of herself and Danny? How could she take care of him if she ended up dead or in jail?

They got back to the hood dropping her off. She and Danny stayed with Lolita but Lolita was taking the guns to get rid of. Eldora washed off the switchblade in the sink. She had to try and put o a sisterly face for Danny who was doing his homework with pizza. "How's it going?" She asked looking over the homework. "Struggling..." He admitted. "Where did you go tonight?"

She lied, "Just went cruising through East Los. No biggie. You need any help?"

"Nah, I'm good. But..."

"What?"

He sighed. "It's just...I was learning about the American Revolution last month. And this month it's the Civil War. Like...it's revolution and then...civil war...and it makes me think of dad...and mom..."

"Well I think the south saw that as their revolution and in both cases it was brother against brother. Why does it remind you of papa? Is it cause he was a revolutionary too?"

"It's just...they destroyed the motherland...and he's the same as these people who fought against the government's in their day...they saw it as evil. Then the North fighting the south...end slavery..." He sighed "What's wrong? I miss them too but what are you getting at?"

"Because papa is a patriot! Just like the old days in this county so why don't they respect that? He was doing a good thing too even if fighting is...bad..."

"Because...Danny..." She sighed. "Papa aint a gringo...they don't care about the rights of anybody but themselves. Papa told me they even funded the government that did all those things back home...the mass murders..."

"Why? Why do they hate us so much?" She sighed sitting next to him. "They SAY it was to stop communism..." He didn't understand. "But the Russians stopped being communist. The war is over..."

"I know...but..it happened. They say the war has a chance of ending this year. Peace finlly...but papa is still down there and it's dangerous...so they...they were wrong to deport him...and mama..."

"Do you think they'll find each other?" His eyes were like a puppy. The taste in her mouth was bitter not just from vomiting. She didn't feel well. She needed to take it easy. "I hope so..." The chola said softly. She looked at his doe like eyes. He was a teenager too and while he was like a lot of kids his age sometimes she saw him as even younger than that. Having mama and papa deported had fucked him up. She would try and take care of him until they got back but she didn't know if she'd be able to fill their shoes.

This is just the first chapter and with that I introduce two out of the six characters in this story. Main characters that is. I don't have an actress in mind forEldora but that is who the basis for the avatar is. IAny ideas who could voice her if she were a real gta character? As for the lowider update it's pretty lame even in a lowrider dlc you can't work on the side of a raza gang either aztec or vagos ut instead work for lamar. You know it's not just him being from the families i don't see him as the type that likes lowriders. His generation is of he does't carry himself like a 90's gangster even if he wants to be and listens to older scool rap he's still a millenial swaggot. That's just my two cents. With Ryder or Big Smoke I could see it. Basically CJ was the generation of Eazy E and lowriderFrank and Lamar are the generation of Tyler The Creator and Kerndrick Lamar and skinny jeans.

I made this story because GTA SA was in the early 90's and V was the 2010's and I want to show the mid 90s late 90s and early 2000's in LS. Due to the timeline you will also see similar themes to The Shileld. As for JD he is visually based on Tyrin Turner who played Caine. Jana was visually based on Aliyah who by the way i found out was 1/4 Oneida which is the closest tribe to mine it's like language wise, Oneidas are the sons of Mohawk while the Onondaga is like our younger brother. I didn't know that about her. Its only a quarter but i think i can kind of see it.

The reason I went with Tyrin as JD is because in eal life he grew up in the 74 Hoover neighborood so that's here i had him from so Orane Grove which was the scrapped gang idea will be based on Hoovers so they are neither Familie (Crips) or Ballas (Bloods) so if you were tired of stories and games centered on those two gangs you can rest assured they'll war with both. The shooting of JD and Jana is based on the start of Natural Born Killaz the song by Dr Dre and Ice Cube. I thought the guy who gets shot at the start of that when he says why you fuckin with me almost sounds like Caine too.

Obviously O Loc is Larenz Tate AKA O Dog from Menace II Society and Dimebag is based on Prodigy from South Central Cartel who is also from Hoover. Plus when you consier the gang Grove well in real life hoovrs say they're grooving and they call each other Grove so clearly originally they were meant to be based on the Hoovers. So their colors will be orange too.

As for Eldora I wanted to give her a unique name and surname not your typical name like Maria Hernandez. I also havem't decided on who Danny or Tricky should be based on

but Dreamer is based on Seidy Lopez and Lolita is based on Jackie sure yet about La Munica or La Panza yet. As for Fresa 13 I was trying to decide what real life gang to make Eldora be from I thought about Echo Park, 49th street or East Side Trece i should say also Chapines 13 which is a defunct Guatemalan Sur gang but at the same time this was 96 so they may have been active then and she will work with them too but in this case I wanted her to be near South Central but also be outside it so she's from Uno Flats which is based on the Primera Flats gang.

4th Street Lokotes are based on Cuatro Flats a rival to Primera Flats.

As for Eldora's nickname I decided to make her name mean Wrath. As for Central American slang ahuevo among Guetemalans is like saying for sure. Calita means cool.

Caltrachos is slang for Hondurans as far as the national nickname. A Salvadoran is a Guanaco or Guanaca if female. Guetemalans are Chapine or Chapina. A Nicaraguan is just a Nika.

There are a few more protagonists for the next chapter three will be gang related one will be independent but a criminal all the same and just to be fair one of these protagonists will be a member of the Son Of Samoa so i can represent Polynesian gangs as 'l be an original member though that is disillusioned by the new generation and their affiliation to the Families. I'm also wrestling with the idea of having one of these protagonists start in another city I'm thinking Venturas. Thoughts? Bear in mind it'll be my non affiliated character if he does.

And while I won't spoil the remaining two oc's details I will say that one of the four protagonists will be Yakuza. Always wanted to do that. Any who tats it for now.