𝗦𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝗥𝗼𝘄: 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝗿𝗱 𝗟𝘂𝗱𝗼𝘃𝗶𝗰𝗼 |Applyfic|

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟮: 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝗿𝗱 𝗦𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗦𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘁𝘀

The day had finally died and the abyss of night took center stage. I know it wasn't the best idea to travel at night alone, but each of the gangs knew who each member was. It was clear as day, how can someone not know which gang I was from. I wore a black leather jacket with neon, glowing, blue lining. A black tee shirt, ripped black jeans, and blue sneakers in which glowed blue. Clearly, Matt loved the color blue. As I walked down the street, I passed some of the Luchadores's, Morning stars's, and some of my own comrades. I knew that every gang will make it obvious which gang they were from. We even go far and beyond with getting the cars in the color blue. 

I then saw the clothing store that was in the color purple. Many, neon, glowing, purple lights illuminated the big sign that said 'Planet Saints'. Two large banners showed one person on either sides of the big sign. To the left was a picture of a girl with porcelain skin, and with a brown ponytail, to the right was a darker skin man. I am assuming he might be African-American, and he he was wearing a grey tux. Both were very good looking, they must have been models! 

An female angel statue stood on top of the sign. It was slightly discolored and grey. The angel wore a crop-top with a very short skirt that hung slightly diagonal from her waste, showing a string that hugged tightly around her right hip. The angel had short, shoulder length hair, a glowing purple halo above her head, huge, glowing, purple angel wings, and a devil tail that also glowed purple. 

One of the Saint probably owned this store. I can't go in there looking like a Decker! I quickly made my way into the alleyway and found a trashcan. I threw off my leather jacket in the trash and discarded the choker. Suddenly, I seen another woman who looked to be close to my age. She had long black hair and the insides of her hair glowed bright blue. Her eyes were gorgeous, they glowed bright blue. 

"Bad night?" I asked, then turned off my glowing shoes. 

"Yeah. . . I need a strong drink, hoping I might be able to start over." she discarded her red tie. I could clearly tell that she was from either; Morning star, or The Syndicate. They must have done something to seriously piss her off.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I offered, in which she just shook her head. 

"No. I'm good." We both then walked inside the store. There were many wracks of clothes and a mascot dressed as a purple soda can with a  purple fleur de lis symbol in the middle. Pop music mixed with rock 'n roll was playing through out the store. 

Meanwhile, there was a statue, no bigger than 5 ft ' 11. It was a man with slicked back, black hair, dark, thin, rectangle sunglasses, he was wearing black jeans, with a dim, grey, leather jacket, with the Saints symbol on the lower left pocket, covering most of the left side of the jacket. He also wore a white dress shirt that was also buttoned down a bit. The statue was next to one of the clothing wracks, that was close by to the counter. 

Why were they showing only three certain pictures of models here? Were they more than just models? I just had a feeling that they were more than some icon. 

I then started to pick out some clothing. Nothing too special, but something that I could afford for now. I then saw a shorter brown, leather jacket, with a purple fleur de lis sign on the back of the jacket. I then checked the tag and I was already starting to cringe. $200? 

I then placed it back on the wrack. I then went to find a few more pieces to wear I found a black sports top with some words on the edge of the top. I quickly picked out some denim, faded, black, jeans, but I couldn't help but think back to that jacket. . . 

My brother always told me to be reasonable with spending, but he never was. But you know what? Screw that! I'm buying it. 

I then grabbed a leather, and metal, choker. I quickly went to pay, but once I looked around the store, I didn't see that girl. . .