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West Durem is a slum. The buildings are old and worn, the people here are poor but for the most part happy. Its sort of like the little havana of Durem, but not ethnically cubian. There are allys a plenty and clothes lines between buildings. Theres lots of appartment buildings and family owned resteraunts and dinners. Kids play ball in the street and old men sit and jabber on about the good old days on park benches while old women bake pies and leave them to cool near windows. Its no real surprise that the west street gang sprouted here, with its ethical outlook. however at night this area is a bit different. drug dealers and ladys of the night prowl the street.

Sitting on the first level of the the fire ecsape he smiled down on the small ally way that the westside called home. The breeze blowing against his hair shininy in the setting sun, you could really know why they called him "Silver of the West." he sighed though being the only one there that day in the ally.

::jimbo had lived in his ally for years, now he had another intruder, some freak in a mask, he pulled the news paper off crawling out of his box.::
Hey freak beat it this is my Ally!
::he kicked the man::

::jimbo reached back and took a swing at the masked freak::

::his swing missing and his momentum carrying him into the bar, it clipped his head, he stumbled back reeling a bit grabbing his head::

Bryan set on the front step of his house which actually belonged to an old friend but he had left town for good recently. He set there a lit blunt between his index and middle finger, raising it to his lips and inhaling the smoke from the weed from time-to-time. He watched as people went up and down the street late at night, heard sirens in the distance and followed by a gun shot. He shook his head and hit the blunt again, it had been lonely since he moved out of his parents house and into the slums.....

((told you it was slow in moving))