How do you think manhunt 1 gangs celebrate their member's birthday? (Also, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!)
Wrote a lot about this specific topic, pretty proud of myself for this one.
The Hoodz - Late Night Bar
There are plenty of bars within Carcer City that are relatively bland as they are decent.
Plenty of times The Hoodz have had their chance to visit and usually mark their territory. But there were plenty of other bars far from Carcer’s cold and decrepit claws without the sign of a gang in sight. Bars they only go to at a member’s birthday, late into the night, drinking cold beers and watching the game to pass the time. Forget their lives, forget their secret lives, and forget Starkweather’s hellish demands for another film.
They have a game to catch up on.
The Innocentz - CARNE ASADAS BABYYY‼️‼️‼️
Stay up till dawn, drink until they pass out, music blasting, drugs galore, and that one member sleeping on top of five chairs.
To Hell with what the neighbors have to say, they were all going to party until they die. Singing their favorite songs in their drunken haze while they grill and eat to their heart’s content. They broke property, they screamed until their voices gave out, they danced until they dropped, and they laughed about the good times and bad. It shouldn't be a surprise that a huge mess would come by morning, but no one cared, they had the time of their lives.
Hangovers aside, they slept well throughout the day.
The Smileys - Makeshift birthday party
If there are two things a Smiley knows best, it would be screaming about what’s in their mind and knowing the very day they were born.
Everyone the most deranged Smiley knew their birthday and did everything in their power to make sure everyone knew that. With their handmade party decorations, their haphazard table arrangements, and their shockingly decent cooking skills; A birthday party is made. Besides the constant harassment of every other member BEGGING to have a slice of the cake or to tear open a present, they all anxiously stood around for the birthday kid to show up and finally indulge. And while their rendition of ‘Happy Birthday’ could make The Hill Sisters themselves turn in their graves, it was pleasing enough for the birthday kid to blow out their candles and celebrate another year of madness and chaos alike.
And while they might as well have given themselves food poisoning, they enjoyed the gesture.
The Wardogs - Campfire
Far from the constant bustling crime-ridden Carcer City lay the woods.
There's a specific spot neither empty nor filled with trees, the ground dug out with use with one spot in particular surrounded by large rocks. Chopped wood is thrown in, and carefully lit, a fire burns, chairs are set up, whiskey is shared around, and they start to talk. Birthday Boy talks of good and bad times spent during his service, same with the gang, explaining how beforehand he didn't have much of a purpose until Ramírez came over to put him in the right direction. Put him out of the constant cycle of regret, give him a real reason to get up in the morning, and show him there's more to life than sticking a needle up his arm for a quick high.
He wouldn't have anyone to talk to if it weren't for The Wardogs, but he prefers it that way.
Cerberus - The Big Game
Away from Carcer City, stood a stadium that hoisted a big game that stood the test of time.
He wouldn't know how they did it, but they did, they managed to get the tickets themselves. Whether they bribed or killed the men who paid for those tickets, it didn't matter, they had front-row seats to watch everything go down. The screams from fans alike, the consumption of cheap greasy junk food, and the cheers of announcers brought the gang to their feet as they cried out for their team to win and the other to go home. Birthday boy is the loudest as he sees his favorite player run and dodge each of the opposing team’s players and quickly make it to the goal.
Away from the stress of their job, the men cheered once more as they finally saw their team win.
CCPD - Good Cop Bad Cop
Usually, the men in blue of Carcer City would get away with everything.
And it's true, they do get away with everything, most of the time that is. But there are specific days that are special and held dear to the hearts of the men in blue. A birthday party is held within the precinct, cheers are said and cold drinks are shared amongst everyone. A cake is cut and pieces are shared all around, talking about the individual’s past achievements and future goals.
And the criminal is set up, likely a gang member of whatever variety, sitting in the room for however long to bore them. The door is open, the man of the hour walks in and locks the door behind him.
There's a tense silence.
“I don't think you’re telling me the truth.”
Whether or not the accused is telling the truth or not doesn't matter, the man in blue takes out his baton and demonstrates it to the accuser. The ‘guilty’ looks on with worry, unsure of what's to be done and before they can speak, the baton swings and connects to their face.
They fall over their chair, still handcuffed and without warning another swing is made and hits them hard and fast. The other men in blue watch on through the camera, laughing as the accuser puts up their hands to try to protect themselves. No matter if they confess or not, the man of the hour keeps on beating, screaming out with authority, and demanding for any kind of evidence to be presented to him.
It's a good day to be a good cop, but it's a great day to be a bad one.
SWAT - Grilling
A nice old grill can take the ease off of anything for these guys.
Cool beers being shared, wives inside talking gossip, kids running inside and out playing games, and just overall a good time.
Families joined together, sharing a pleasant and normal day in celebration of one of the member’s birthdays. Cheesy singing, classic talks about their past endeavors, bragging about their kid’s accomplishments, and a loving kiss from their wives. Just one day to forget the troubles of their jobs and enjoy a day out with their families like a typical American outing.
That's all they ever wanted.
The Skinz - Hunting
A weekend off into the woods does great things for a man, especially for a hunter.
Guns of various types, deep talks about the political climate and how this generation has become ‘soft,’ alcohol bought and shared, and laughs all around. The beauty of hunting is that the targets don't know what's coming to them. To have to wait hours on end, dressed in full camouflage, guns drawn, eye through the scope, and finger on the trigger.
Eye right on target.
They could be stalking, sleeping, speaking, or having the time of their lives, but they would never expect a bullet to get shot right through them.
They scatter, of course, screaming out in fear over the sudden burst of blood and innards from their friend. Their body falls, hitting the campfire and scorching their corpse upon impact, and the birthday boy yelps in joy as do the other members.
What a hunt this’ll be!
Bonus!!!
The Camheadz - Movies
Each member has a movie.
They have a specific routine when it's a member’s special day. The birthday boy gets the message that his gift is ready, and he prepares himself, saying his excuses to his loved ones before he makes his way to his car to drive off. His once pleasant smile slowly turned down and blank, his mind running with many possibilities as he drove from the once bustling city into the damp and cold city that was Carcer.
It was a run-down building where they parked behind, stepped out, and looked at the broken sign of what used to be. He walks over toward the rusty door, carrying a large bag, and nonchalantly knocks on the door at a certain pace.
Knock-knockknockknock-knock-knock-knock.
It took a few seconds before another round of knocks came through.
Knock-knock-knock-knockknockknock-knock.
The man knocks back once again and the door opens, letting him inside. He walks without much of a problem, keeping his face calm as he sets everything together within a blank room with nothing but a table in the middle. He set his bag on top of the table and took out his things, changing his regular clothes for the black suit within. Once done, he dawns on the one important thing that will guarantee his entrance and see his gift.
The mask is simple yet extravagant in a way that differs from all the other gangs.
Wires accompany the black box inside and out, the lenses capturing the front view as the screws kept the mask altogether.Putting it on was a difficult but pleasing task, not only covering his face but his identity as a whole. No one will see who he is as he wouldn't see the others for who they are.
It was simple, it was perfect, and as soon as he became his true self the door from afar opened.
A familiar figure stood within the doorway, his head being of another camera similar to his own. He walked back to let the birthday boy inside, their steps cold and calculated as the sounds of a film being played were overheard. At the end of the hallway stood a single steel door that upon opening showcased everyone else.
The room was like a makeshift theatre, fold-up chairs held up and many members sitting down upon them, every one of them looked upon the wall where a movie was played on a projector upon a white sheet of fabric. Walking over towards the projector, the birthday boy looks on as the ‘movie’ played.
It was beautiful.
A story played out by a normal citizen minding their business, likely living their mundane life without noticing that they were being followed. The film goes on without much change other than the fact that the individual’s behavior seems to change over time. At the start, they seemed normal (almost boring) before it continued with them getting worried, their anxieties getting to them as their movements become rushed and erratic.
Before long their heads snap from one corner to the next before they eventually match up to the viewer, their conflicted looks then turned horrified. And without warning, the viewer (or the cameraman actually) runs straight towards them, the scene changing to a sudden chase. There are rushed footsteps, screaming, items thrown and broken, and even distorted images of the individual raising their hands for protection.
The film stops, another figure comes up and takes out the tape, and gives it to the birthday boy.
The birthday boy takes it and inserts it into their mask, pressing the correct buttons known by pure reflex and allowing the tape to be connected to him. He was then led to another room, a door opening to showcase a particular situation, one all too familiar but all too pleasurable.
The same individual in the film was in the room, tied up and screaming to be let go and that they swear to God Himself they wouldn't tell anyone. They were oddly dressed properly with bandages wrapped around their wounds then messed up with their constant moving around. Tears streamed down their face as they kept begging, their screams echoing throughout the room as they watched the birthday boy come close, brandishing their weapon.
A nailed bat.
The others watch the screen, looking on with eagerness as they watch in real-time as the birthday boy lands one of many beatings upon the individual. Their screams add to the film, the blood contrasts with the white of the room, and the camerawork is a phenomenon.
It's such a beautiful film, a classic in the making, truly.
The Jury - Racing
There are plenty of members who have interests that differentiate them, but a large majority of them love cars.
They brag about them, clean them, update them, and even treat them like they are an actual person. Pure beauty and love are poured into the large metal boxes as well as racing down the empty and tattered roads that were Carcer City. And as ‘law-abiding’ as they are they can see how much fun it can be to bend or even break the rules ever now and then.
They zoom past, screaming and yelling out cheers as the birthday boy calls out in excitement. Cheering out as they step on the gas and go way past the speed limit, feeling the car buckle harshly in contact with someone. The body breaking apart and crumbles under the pressure, bones snapping and skin tearing as they lie in a complete heap. They moan, groan, and hiss in agony, their adrenaline on overdrive as their mind struggled to get themselves off the ground.
They were in pain but at the same time, they weren't.
The birthday boy turns their car over, yelling out with joy as the others cheer him on to keep going. ‘The bastard is still breathing, get him, dammit, you're almost there!’ The car rumbled in response to the cheers, the engine jumping and revving up before the wheels churned and rushed over in a rage.
The figure, the criminal, the bastard cried out as the front of the car zoomed in and got closer by each second.
Despite the blood and guts, this birthday couldn't have been any better for the birthday boy because of the durability and beauty of their car.
The Lost - Feast
They don't have enough money.
They wear tattered overlayered clothes, brush back their oily hair, build uneven shelters, and eat uneaten food thrown in the garbage. It wasn't a proper lifestyle, a disgusting one in fact, but it was enough for them to survive. And even with those disgusting films, The Director sets them up with they just trudge on and get some sense of normality by being paid.
So when it's one of the members’ birthdays, one they kept track of through an overused calendar, they try their best to make due.
They set up a comfy setting, bring out a wine bottle, take out a bit of their money to spend on a great present, and have a good time. It's not perfect, even their boss BinBag complains about it before he takes a swing at his bottle and laughs at how cheap it tastes. Nonetheless, he makes a toast, not just for their need to survive but the fact that they’re one more year closer to death.
He was always strange but the others accepted it, just for the sake of taking in their drink to get through the cold night.
They don't have that much at all but they have enough.
