Gotta be honest, Amerika was freaking out. Not that you'd know it looking at him. Amerika was a perfect specimen of poise and badassery, glancing around as figments faded in and out of reality and the ground warped between different times and places like a kaleidescope. You learn quick how to hide what you're feeling on the streets, and Amerika had had years of practice.
He had a knife in hand (wishing he had a gun), ready to shank the first one of these diablos that came at him. Maybe it wouldn't do shit, but they'd know he wasn't no puto either way.
4 Undercover (except not really)
The gang life if the life Amerika is most comfortable with; holding a 'job'? He didn't have the scraps for that. Back in LA places just didn't take chicanos with rap sheets, and it wasn't much better in Johannesburg. The gangster aesthetic seemed to be popular enough that it went international, which was just as well for Amerika, made it so his rep carried weight in places he'd never been before. The original gangster. Show 'em how to do it right.
Gangsters on the turtle were a different story. More like Yakuza than Rolling 30s. But respect was a language that went past cultural lines, and Amerika found a place for himself in the snakes easy enough. Low level, but he'd work his way up from there, probably. Not too high though, that was just asking for trouble.
This other foreigner, though? They didn't strike Amerika as someone that really 'fit' the lifestyle. He honestly wanted to know what they were doing trying to roll with an outfit like this, if only for their own good.
Amerika (Yankee) | Chappie
3 Dreaming
Gotta be honest, Amerika was freaking out. Not that you'd know it looking at him. Amerika was a perfect specimen of poise and badassery, glancing around as figments faded in and out of reality and the ground warped between different times and places like a kaleidescope. You learn quick how to hide what you're feeling on the streets, and Amerika had had years of practice.
He had a knife in hand (wishing he had a gun), ready to shank the first one of these diablos that came at him. Maybe it wouldn't do shit, but they'd know he wasn't no puto either way.
4 Undercover (except not really)
The gang life if the life Amerika is most comfortable with; holding a 'job'? He didn't have the scraps for that. Back in LA places just didn't take chicanos with rap sheets, and it wasn't much better in Johannesburg. The gangster aesthetic seemed to be popular enough that it went international, which was just as well for Amerika, made it so his rep carried weight in places he'd never been before. The original gangster. Show 'em how to do it right.
Gangsters on the turtle were a different story. More like Yakuza than Rolling 30s. But respect was a language that went past cultural lines, and Amerika found a place for himself in the snakes easy enough. Low level, but he'd work his way up from there, probably. Not too high though, that was just asking for trouble.
This other foreigner, though? They didn't strike Amerika as someone that really 'fit' the lifestyle. He honestly wanted to know what they were doing trying to roll with an outfit like this, if only for their own good.
"Hey, vato, what's your story?"