#oh! i forgot to add in the obvious hilarious part... she's a shit driver :D

[masschase]

for the art meme: 24. casey dressed up as a member of a different gang?

OOOH I LOVE THIS ONE! I've wanted to do something like this for sooooo long and this is the perfect little push!

Send me stuff to doodle!

Because I associate Casey with royal blue and because of the whole possible mistaken identity thing around it, the gang I've always wanted to draw her in is the Rollerz. I'm going with the assumption she managed to help them enough that they persisted a little longer, because I would say this is here around 2010. Lil lore for this idea below the pic.

The past minute has been a blur of guns and fists and primary color. Casey finds herself laying on the ground next to a red car and a dead member of what she doesn't yet know as Los Carnales engulfed in flames. She's just about to attempt to drag herself off the floor when a guy in a blue shirt and visor approaches her. He has a gun in his hand but he doesn't yet aim it. "You one of us?" he asks, inspecting her face carefully to see if he knows her. She glances down. The blue hoodie. The black pants. She looks like one of them. She has various responses to his question but they all vy for attention in her head. She doesn't have time to find her voice, however, as a guy in a yellow shirt and white tank top comes up behind the one in blue. Her eyes dart to him, and because the person in front is watching her face so intently, he sees the subtle movement. He turns and shoots the main behind him dead, and turns back to Casey. Maybe he knows all the members really well, maybe she just looks too young, maybe it's the fact she looks utterly terrified, but something about her gives her away. "You ain't one of us, are ya?" he asks. She begs herself to just get over herself, say something; a plea, a crude joke, anything that'll persuade this guy to spare her. Still, words fail her. She looks down and shakes her head. Without words to blag with, there's no point lying. He pauses for a moment, and then between the fine, wavy wisps of her long bangs, she sees him lean down and offer her his hand. "Ya are now." he tells her. He takes his hand and accepts the help up, astonished. She frowns at him as if to say "Why me?" "It's either this, or I'd have to kill ya." he tells her, a deadly serious look on his face which tells her this isn't an offer. It's an obligation. "Welcome to the Westside Rollerz, kid."

My next choice would have been the Luchadores because I love the idea of finally drawing her looking as tough as she really is. But I think I'm going to do them in order for now!

A lil lineup with all 3 SR1 gangs should be going up in the next few days! :D