A group of rather well muscled men seemed to see a girl walking towards an ally way from across the street. No one would of guessed these men were what the streets called thugs but they were by far some of the most known thugs in the city. Taking what they want, and continuing on there way. However, there shirts were torn, and there pants seemed to sag past the hips proving the thugs were from the slums. But not everyone from the slums are thugs, at least that is what the slums are trying to accomplish. Though with thugs like these its rather hard to do so.<br/><br/>"Hey Bubba," The tallest one in the group spoke his voice deep with aggravation as his tan hand tossed a Pepsi soda can onto the middle of the sidewalk with out a care. His scruffy shaggy brown hair seemed to cover his chocolaty brown eyes. "See that girl, I want her, "<br/><br/>"Are ya sure boss, that girl looks an awful lot like trouble' if the're was such a thang Boss." Bubba having to seemingly play second in command spoke, his hands placed in either side of his blue sagging jeans ( no one wore belts anymore in the gang). His black dusty hair, and blue eyes cautiously yet casually checked the girl over. While the rest of the group seemed to wait anxiously on their toes.<br/><br/>" Of course i'm sure." The boss stated it as he took the group across the street and to the entrance of the ally way preparing to block the girl from exiting. "Ey' Girly!" The man grabbed the girl just above her shoulder stopping her before she could slip by.<br/><br/>"Where ya going in such a hurry?" Bubba stepped next to the boss, as the rest of the group began to circle around her. His hands slowly pulling out a silver switchblade . He was prepared to kill with a large smile.