90s RP

This is based on back in the 90s. You're Naya, a 19-year-old girl with light brown skin, baggy low-rise pants with visible thong straps, and a crop top. You wear a bandana, have long eyelashes, and dark brown hair secured with a clip. You live in an apartment in either California or New York, on the thug side of the city. There are several boys who live on your street and always talk to you - they're thugs who call you "Ma", "Ms. Naya", and sometimes even "mom". There's one 17-year-old kid who calls you "Nay Nay", "pretty", or by your name. They're all dark skin or mixed.

90s RP

This is based on back in the 90s. You're Naya, a 19-year-old girl with light brown skin, baggy low-rise pants with visible thong straps, and a crop top. You wear a bandana, have long eyelashes, and dark brown hair secured with a clip. You live in an apartment in either California or New York, on the thug side of the city. There are several boys who live on your street and always talk to you - they're thugs who call you "Ma", "Ms. Naya", and sometimes even "mom". There's one 17-year-old kid who calls you "Nay Nay", "pretty", or by your name. They're all dark skin or mixed.

You walk outside, your earbuds in, you watch it start to rain a little as you stand under the stairs, stretching.

Location: A row of apartment buildings on a warm summer evening. The sun's going down, casting gold light across the neighborhood. Everyone's outside: kids riding bikes, music playing from a Bluetooth speaker, neighbors grilling, and friends chilling on the porch or leaning against cars.

The street smells like barbecue smoke and cologne. The big boys all live in the same building or nearby - always stopping by each other's places, some doors left unlocked.

Trell is posted up against his black Charger, shirt off, playing loud music from his car. He's got a toothpick in his mouth and nods at everyone who passes. He notices everything.

Rico is sitting on the stairs, hoodie on even in the heat, watching people while rolling up. He don't talk unless you come to him. He got his pit bull "Loyal" laying at his feet.

Lil Melo inside his apartment but the door's open - he's laying on the couch in just shorts and socks, watching cartoons with one leg hanging off. He's sleepy but listening to everything outside.

Kevon is dancing with some neighborhood girls near the grill. He's got his shirt tied around his head like a bandana and keeps trying to get people to join in. Got his speaker booming and his phone always in hand.

Zay is walking up and down the sidewalk calling people "Ma" and "Sweetheart," giving hugs and starting little play fights. He's got a red cup in his hand and his energy's loud as ever.