Sicily sighed softly drumming her fingernails on the window sill of her second floor bedroom the paint chipping away a little at a time along the old wood.  Many would have you believe that being part of a gang was kind of glamorous, nice cars, jewels, big flashy houses and things such as that from the money that you get doing all the illegal things that come with being a gang member.  Selling drugs, chop shops, hocking stolen goods,  that sort of thing and that might be the case with some but not with the Jesters...It had been a long time since they had had that sort of glory.  Probably since before her mother had joined this hell hole.  She had not chosen this life like so many had; she had been born into it and then left.  Her mother had hit the door the moment she had hit the crib and honestly any of the guys that were 13 years or more older than her could be her father none would step up and claim her but this was home.  It was all she had ever known, sure, she had dreams of getting out of this dump but she knew that would never happen...not really.  A knock sounded on her door and she looked up as it was opened by a tall man with dark hair, Derick.  "Come on Sissy..." he said with a smile, it was a nickname she had been given when she was little still running through the halls blissfully ignorant to the goings on around the house that still managed to make her feel a little affection, sometimes, "It's time to go..." she nodded unfolding her long legs and standing up.  She was tall for a woman standing at 5'8" and had deep olive skin green eyes and hair the color of the deepest woods that fell to her waist in long silky waves.  she reached back behind her and secured the hair in a pony tail threading it through the back of her hat that was tilted up just enough to show the color of her bandanna.  She grabbed a star fire pistol making sure the magazine was full before flipping the safety on and holstering it around her thigh and moving toward the door apparently the rival gang in the area, the Ravens, they would have to be taught a lesson.<br/><br/>"GO ON!" Carlos yelled as he shoved his new 'recruit' Kibum Park toward what he knew was the line between his territory and the Jester's "you are going to go over there and get our stuff back!" he said angrily.  they had stolen two of the cars they had going to make a drop on the other side of town and he wanted them back but there was no way he would risk his hide of the hide of his lieutenants.