<b>Re: !!!BROKEN HOME: DYSFUNCTIONAL FAMILY RP!!!</b><br/><br/><b>With a violent cough Derek woke. Sitting up in his bed the neo nazi skinhead coughed and spluttered as a night of binge drinking and chain smokeing took its effect. His head pounded vicously as his hang over began. With a groan he slid to the side of his bed, sitting for a moment with his legs hanging off the bed and his feet planted firmly on the ground. Clad simply in a pair og black boxer shorts his slim yet muscular form was mostly on show with all his hate filled tattoos on display. Swastikas, Iron Crosses and other symbols and imagary of nazi and racist origin marked the flesh of the brainwashed youngman whos outragous beleifs had got him and his family into plenty of trouble from both the law and those who were opposed to his views. Standing up slowly Derek stretched before looking to a clock on his wall. 3:22pm, he had missed his meeting with his paroll officer again. But he didnt care. Casually he lifted clothes on the floor and put them on. Dressing simply in a dirty white tank top and a pair of bleach splattered and torn blue jeans. Bare footed he walked out of his room which was a mess, with dirty clothing and trash littering the floor and posters, photograpghs and newspaper clippings of nazi realted stuff along with things to do with his gang.<br/>
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Derek made his way downstairs whilst rubbing his sore head. His eyes barely open as he wondered semi concously into the kitchen. Reaching into his pockets he pulled out a packet of ciggerettes. Pulling one from the packet he put it in his mouth before walking over to the gas oven. He turned on the gas and pressed the spark button until one of the hobs lit up. Leaning towards the flame he lit the ciggerette on the oven before turning off the gas. As he smoked away happily he sat down at the kitchen table. His mind wonder curiously as to what happened last night. He and his so called 'Brothers' whom were also memebers of the same gang spent their night as always in their local hangout; The Pitt, a local bar that catered for bikers, skinheads, punks and other social misits. A grin slid across his lips as he remebered nothing of the night before and managed to make it home, usually he woke up in the bar.</b>