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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Tokiwong" data-source="post: 3182907" data-attributes="member: 961">CameraHillside Heights, Denver SuburbFriday evening, December 1st, 2006The community is lily white, not so much in the color of the homes but its residents, comfortable middle upper middle class Americans.  Camera arrived the day before just after Thanksgiving.  His older brother finished college, the only one to do so, and was doing a decent job of supporting his mother and by extension Camera.Of course she, his mother, was not too pleased that his brother had married a white woman, but she felt she could overlook that in light of the fact that Jamil was doing so well in life.  The Expedition and the Mustang in the garage spoke to that fact.Camera could hear his mother downstairs cooking, although they never had much money growing up, mother could always cook a delicious meal.  Jamil and his wife, Samantha chatted in the kitchen.  Everything was different here, no crowded projects, violence, or even loud music.It is quiet here.The sun was setting, and the sky was a sickly purple-pink.  A jogger passes by the home along the neatly maintained sidewalk.  The lawn conforms to the will of its peers; the homes were stylish yet identical.  Perhaps this was both heaven and hell?FaithHillside Heights, Denver SuburbFriday evening, December 1st, 2006Esther’s house was just like Faith’s home, or maybe it was just a mirror of her home?  Her brother sits downstairs playing video games with his friends.  He was three years younger then faith and had one of those cute goofy crushes on her.  He had the awkward build of a young man, long arms and legs, devoid of much muscle with curly dark hair and freckles.Esther’s room was done in black, with posters of alternative gothic bands on the walls and the motif of night.  Esther sat on her bed, her dyed black hair pulled back into pigtails, wearing shorts with a white t-shirt.  Despite looking like your typical disaffected youth, she got good grades was popular, and had a boyfriend or two.  One of which was in college.Dark alternative music plays from her iPod connected to her stereo; Esther busies herself with a magazine.  She speaks aloud, “I am bored, and Chad’s party won’t be for another few hours, what do you want to do in the meanwhile?”DrakeDowntown Denver, The Mile High BarFriday evening, December 1st, 2006Early evening, the sky is a sickeningly beautiful purple pink.  The bar smells of smoke and cheap liquor.  Drake a had a set for later in the evening, the place was a dive, well not totally it maintained a semi-sense of respectability and the lax standards of the owner made it a hot spot for young people in High School and College to congregate and party.But that was all just background noise to the young man.  A woman sitting in a booth by herself drew much of his attention.  She had long blonde hair, and pale skin.  She wore a heavy leather jacket over a dark shirt and body hugging jeans tucked into black boots.A scar worked its way across her beautiful face, from the left eye, across her perfect nose, ending just under the right eye.PiotrDowntown Denver, Piotr’s Gun StoreFriday evening, December 1st, 2006Another week of sales, nothing spectacular but enough to pay the bills and make a profit.  The world was a dangerous place and that meant profit for the foreign born proprietor.  This part of town was not exactly rough, but it wasn’t exactly a family neighborhood either.  Liquor stores, bars, and even a strip club were all neighbors to the cozy little shop.Thankfully the blanket of white snow, gave this part of time a soft feel to it.  But that did little to change the actual mood of the denizens of this section of town.  The city was awash with lights, snow, and grime.  All three were constant, and all three vied for prominence.AriellaDowntown Denver outside The Mile High BarFriday evening, December 1st, 2006This part of town was not exactly rough, but not exactly safe either.  It was definitely a place where something could happen.  Ariella sits in the patrol car with her partner, an older member of the force, Officer Richards; a thickly built black male with a wife and two kids.  He grunts while eating a hamburger, “Keep your eyes open rookie, this won’t be a quiet night.  I can feel it.”The random chatter and buzz of the radio filled her ears ever few moments.  It chirped like a squawking bird, spitting out random facts and requests at random intervals.  A disheveled vagrant paces by the car slowly, clutching a paper bag clad bottle close to his bosom.Then a random squawk from the radio sounds, but the voice is that of a child, “Help me…”</blockquote>

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