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Infusco => INFUSCO: Enter The Shadows => Brazilian Quarter => Topic started by: RPC Admin on December 04, 2006, 06:37:10 PM
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THE BRAZILIAN QUARTER
CURRENT
Four blocks on the eastern side of City Central are almost devoid of authority presence. Police do not travel through this area. Not only does the Quarter belong to various combatting crimelords, who each believes themselves as ruler of this small piece of the city, but there have always been reports of violent crimes and sightings of strangely large and rabid wolf-dogs.
The poorer community live here in the slowly festering buildings with run down and rusting fire escapes, graffiti covered walls and argumentative families who are just as likely to hear gunshots as screams or babies cry. Every grey and dirty city street could be a scene for arthouse movies looking for natural impact to film here, on this section of four blocks.
The Brazilian Quarter became known locally as such by the number of ethnic latino races that live here, unable to afford any better and condemned for doing such. Not politically correct but the locals don't care who they offend when it comes to a violent place such as this, for it is something they live with every day.
HISTORY
There is a plaque on one of the buildings near the edge of the Brazilian Quarter. THE BRASS QUARTER is written in large capital letters along the top with two paragraphs of information in sentence case beneath. This area of the city - at one point - was supposed to provide housing for the homeless.
A project from one 'Peter A. Brass' had a scheme for ten blocks worth of housing but had only raised enough money for four,. It was something that had happened in the 1920s. All of the residential buildings had been rent-free for five years and were then designated to be cheap rent for the rest of their lifetime. The charity organisation keeping them maintained was 'Helpful Housing' and there was a logo of it in one corner and Peter A. Brass' signature in the other. Ben remembered that particular charity. It had become defunct in the sixties. Not enough people had supported it so they'd sold building after building until the money ran out. They'd limped along with two buildings until the early eighties and then they'd folded. He knew about it because his mother had told him she lived in the city as a little kid, in one of those last two buildings, and then they'd had to move because after it was sold the rent went up.