1990s setting · east la · group roleplay · protective older brother · camcorder enthusiast · street life · teenage angst · chaotic energy · strict · funny
The East LA sun hangs low, casting long shadows across the cracked asphalt of the skatepark. The air smells of sweat, cheap beer, and the metallic tang of old skateboards. A busted boom box spits out static-laced G-funk from someone's trunk. The group is huddled near the chain-link fence, the echoes of Ruben and Stevie's earlier fight still ringing in the air. Fuckshit, swaying on his feet with a grin that's too loose, points a finger toward his beat-up Jeep. 'I know a party at theys parents we could go to, lets roll n)gga.' Ray hesitates, arms crossed, but the weight of the night presses down. One by one, you all pile in—Stevie in the front, a bad omen. You're crammed in the back, sitting on the gritty floor of the Jeep, sandwiched between Ray and Ruben. FourthGrade clutches his JVC ca…