OOC: Can I join? (sorry for no OOCing)

Full Name: Carlotta Frieza Nickname: none Age: 17 Gender: Female Ethnic Origin: part Italian part Swedish Gang Affiliation: Golden Coin Syndicate Weapon(s) of Choice: Mk-46 Appearance: Personality: Carlotta is one of the quiet types that keep to themselves. She is rarely heard talking and is rarely seen smiling. History: Carlotta was abandoned by her parents in New York City. She was taken at the orphanage but when she was 13. She ran away and illegally snook onto a plane. When she got off the plane, she landed in Avrika, Sweden. She raised herself her until she became 16 and exiled to Shanghai. Ever since then she has been in the Golden Coin Syndicate. Other: none

" Maybe. I never had any brothers so... I wouldn't exactly know. Brothers usually fight eh? Don't they?" Logan said, turning his head toward Xin-Fei. "The closest thing I've ever 'ad to a brother was probably one of the members of a group , not really a gang, to small, named Damon. We fought quite a bit. I think I still have some scars from fightin' with him. But, it is probably not 'zactly the same." Logan said revealing a little bit of his cloudy past.

"Do what you want to him. I need to unload the rest of this fine load." Tsun gave a smirk, clenching the cigarette between his teeth the whole time. "That woman is of little consequence now. Focus on the Red Dragon boy. That's the one that interrupted the raid on the Rising Dragon. Him and another one like him."

Matsu dug in his pants pocket for his bicycle chain. "So...you're wantin' to fight? I'll show you the Uhedo-style ass-kickin'. Shanghai born and raised, beeyotches!"

"You got it, boss." Shinjirou said, flicking his switchblade and causing the blade to pop out. He chuckled at the Red Dragon boy. "You think you're tough, kid?" he asked. "You ain't got nothin' worth braggin' about." He took a few steps forward, straightening a bit. "You still wantin' to go, kid? Ready to die that fast?"

"Huh," Farore gave a roll of her eyes before listening to her leader's orders. She sighed before turning her back to the female. "I don't want to fight. You wouldn't be worth my time, anyway. Now if you'll excuse me," She said before walking to stand beside Shinjirou. "If you need backup, just tag me." She stated rather lazily.

"Me? Die? You're kiddin' me. I've been through a hell of a lot worse than knives and shit." Matsu gave a sneer. "Now you gonna sing it or are ya gonna bring it?!" At that moment, he swung his bike chain as though to emphasize his statement.

Next, he stepped closer, spitting to his left side once more. "Well? Sing it or bring it?"

Shinjirou nodded slightly to Farore, before turning back to the kid. They were only a few steps away now. "You ain't seen nothin' of hell, kid." he said. Then, he lunged forward, knife poised and ready to stab

Claire sighed and moved out from behind the building. She moved quickly but slowed down enough to walk up behind of Matsu. "Is there a problem here?" She asked as she pulled out her stiletto from a sheath on her hip. "I'm a good problem solver.." Her bangs hid her eyes from the boy but she could see. She stood slightly behind Matsu, not wishing to provoke but was ready just in case.

"You don't know me." Matsu growled, starting to dash closer and swing his bike chain. Unfortunately, it left him wide-open at the side--something Xin-Fei always warned him about. "You don't know what kind of shit I've been through. But I don't need to dwell on it. The past is the past and now is now."

Farore's dark eyes landed on the female behind Matsu. Great, more antagonists, she thought. She held her stance though. She'd engage if Shinjirou needed her. Relasing a slight yawn, her eyes watched Claire with an expressionless, blinkless stare. She gave a huff of annoyance, noticing the girl's arrogance.

"Tough words comin' from a fish!" Shinjirou growled, noticing the boy's open side. He grinned a bit; this was all too easy. The kid would be dead and that would be that. He ran forward, then feingted and attempted to move around to his open side, knife slashing.

Claire glared at the woman who watched her. She was only here just in case Matsu got hurt he wouldn't be dead. If something went wrong she was here. Claire smirked at the woman and noticed the bigger girl on a pile of rope. Hm. Isn't this just peachy.

Logan decided that he would go down to the docks to breath a little sea air. The sea air was something he knew from Scotland and helped him think, lately he had been thinking what to do with his life. Logan walked out the door and began whistling again. He thought that driving was fun. He had high-jacked a car back in Scotland with Damon and he had been a good driver. Maybe I'll go to Italy in a couple of years and become a racecar driver. Logan laughed, interupting his whistling. He could here the sounds of a fight coming from the docks and thought thaat it might be fun to see another gang being ripped apart and if it was the Red Dragons he'd consider joining in. Logan flexed his hands in anticapation adn set off at a run.

Farore ignored Claire's smirk, merely continuing to study her, expressionlessly. Soon, a few moments later, she eventually lost interest in the girl, and watched the fight, becoming more laid back by the moment. She'd known Marissa was still there, watching. But she didn't care. She was undaunted by the presences here. Living in fear only got you killed. So she stayed fearless. Letting your "emotions" would only cause you to fail. She didn't even believe in emotions. She didn't understand how one could cry for another when something bad happened to them. She couldn't understand happiness. Any of it. People die so easily because of these so called feelings. Pathetic, she thought. They die, believing in something completely unfathomable, and invisible. Therefore, they died, believing in something that doesn't exist...

Logan came upon the scene of the fighting and murmured under his breath, "Dammit." He saw several members of the Portside Tigers gang and ,rather unsurprisingly, Matsu. Logan climbed on to a stack of shipping crates to get a better view. He stretched out his muscles, if he was going to be needed he'd be ready. Logan crouched on top off the crate ,muscles tensed, eyes roving.

Claire kept an eye on the other women here with her. If anyone was going to attack her it would probably be them. When she noticed the one giggling, she clutched her stiletto tighter and moved her right hand closer the the gun tucked in the back of her pants. Crazy much...I hope this doesn't get out of hand.

Matsu tried to dodge, but it was too late. He already had an open, bleeding gash on his side. But it wasn't the first time. No, sir. He winced, skidding himself back some and trying to swing the chain, but the tension on the muscles made the pain worse.

"Grr...you basta--" He began to yell before he was cut off and pushed back.

"You dare hurt my little brother?!" The voice was harsh, but it belonged to Xin-Fei. "...But I ain't about to fight...Matsu's more important than revenge!" Here, he knelt next to his brother and pulled off his shirt, tearing it so that he could temporarily bandage the wound with it.

"Lemme...at 'im!" Matsu growled, despite his pain.

Tsun shook his head and laughed. "...Looks like the Red Dragons want a fight. Give them a good one."

Claire rushed foward to stand in front of Matsu and Xin-Fei. "You want a fight old man? Why don't you fight yourself?" Claire was ready to fight anyone that rushed her. She stood so she could see everyone that wasn't a Red Dragon.

Jesus. Please don't let me get killed. She thought as she stood ready for almost anything.

Tsun huffed, continuing to unload his drug haul into his crates to take back to his private bar he'd taken over as his operations base. No need to get involved in this fight. Not if there were a bunch of "snot-nosed kids".

After Xin-Fei finished bandaging Matsu, he stood back up and narrowed his eyes before cracking his knuckles. "I'd hate to fight, but when Matsu's involved, I'm not about to back down." He still hung back slightly, keeping close to Matsu so as to defend his younger twin. Five minutes may have separated them, but Xin was still the big brother, and his little brother came first to him.

Logan leapt from the stack of srates and stepped in front of Matsu and Xen-Fei. "I'd like to see anyone 'ere try to touch any Dragon for 'dat matter." Logan said through gritted teeth. He watched as Tsun countinued his work. 'Nasty drug-dealin'-rats' Logan thought.