The Gang
Downtown, Harvey and Esmeralda, Lucifer's adopted kids, hopped off the bus and ran down the sidewalk, hoping to find Damien. All they knew was that yesterday Damien had left to find "his old gang," as Beelzebub put it. Ez was more concerned about finding Damien, but Harvey was hoping to see the gang.
"I wonder what they're like," he was saying as they ran along. "I didn't even know Dami had a gang. I wonder how big it is. I wonder if it's got girls in it. I wonder how they dress. I wonder what kind of music they like."
Ez shook her head. "You wonder, wonder, wonder. They're probably just like anyone else."
"I hope not," Harvey panted. "I really wanna see a full-fledged gang. Like the ones on T. V., with punk hairdos and leather jackets 'n' earrings 'n' stuff."
"Betcha they aren't like that," Ez said.
"No way, José Moneybags."
"Chick-chick-chicken."
They ran past an alley without looking, but then heard a voice shout, "Hey! Wait!" They skidded to a stop and turned back. There was no way to enter the alley from there. They saw Damien, who had climbed over it and was near the top, waving. [Note--wait a minute, what did he climb over??]
"Go through the building on the right," he shouted, and jumped down.
"Awright!" Harvey exclaimed. "Yeah!" He entered the burned-out shell of a building--more like husk of a building--and ran upstairs. He finally found a door marked "Keep Out", and forced it open. [Note--misplaced comma.]
"Harvey--" Ez started, but sighed and followed. Harvey ran down some stairs and came out onto what appeared to be an underground street. [Note--this ridiculosity probably came from my old habit of playing in our basement and pretending it was streets.]
"Oh, weird!" he whispered. "I never saw anything like this!"
A can rattling scared them. They looked up to see two dogs staring at them, one with an earring and leather jacket and the other with the latter and a sneer.
"Raaaaad," Harvey breathed. Ez edged away.
"What do you think?" Damien asked from behind them. They turned around. Four others joined him.
"Man, am I impressed," Harvey said.
"Crusher, stop staring," a woman in her early twenties, about Damien's age, said. "You're freaking 'em out."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," the one with the earring replied, snorting.
"Harvey, Ez, this is Crusher, Semi, Buster, Buddy, Janie, and Jamie," Damien said. [Note--from what little I recall--the personality of Crusher, the most developed of these characters, seemed to consist primarily of him 1. constantly swearing and 2. constantly hitting on DJ Broderick. (See Luck O' The Irish.) Janie and Jamie were meant to be twins, the former so named only because I liked the song "Janie's Got A Gun."]
"Man, am I glad to meet you!" Harvey exclaimed, shaking Janie's hand. She was the one who had talked to Crusher.
"Y-y-y-yeah!" Janie said, jittery. [Note--I think she's jittery because Harvey's shaking her hand so hard.]
"I think this is the start of a pretty weird friendship," Ez laughed.
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