Trevor Phillips Industries
Chapter 1: Sandy Shores
The sun was shining on the desert climate of Blaine County, San Andreas. The locals were taking care of their daily business, the oil field and miners were working in the desert heat to make a dollar, the bikers and rednecks were out raising hell, and and the Blaine County Sheriff's Office were out patrolling the streets. Driving into Sandy Shores from out west was Trevor Phillips, originally from Ludendorff, North Yankton, Trevor was a drifter. He left Ludendorff in 2004 after a heist gone wrong with his friends, his closest friend Michael was shot by the feds, while his other friend Brad Snider was shot and arrested. Brad was to Trevor's knowledge sent to a federal prison, Trevor was the only one to escape the bust. He tried to take his savings from his heists with him when he left but his fake ID was blown in the bust, Trevor left North Yankton and lived in several different states for years. First he lived in Liberty City, the population and events were too much for him, next was Carcer City, he made a good living there selling pills, heroin and marijuana. The violent and greedy city caused him to leave, as he grew tired of having to defend his earnings from the bloodthirsty gangs that targeted his enterprise. He moved to a rural town in the state called Bluegrass, he lived there off the grid for about a year until the hipsters started popping up gentrifying the small town. Trevor finally decided to go out west to the desert, he drove put of Bluegrass and out west to San Andreas.
Trevor drove down the streets of Sandy Shores in his red military grade Canis Bodhi, he looked around at the empty desert town and decided he was home. He had purchased a trailer in Sandy Shores and pulled up to it, he parked in the garage built onto the trailer behind it. He got out of the truck and walked around to the front, he got on the porch and walked to the door. His neighbor an older man wearing a suit, tie, and glasses looked up at Trevor. "Hey new neighbor, how's it going?" He asked Trevor. "Fuck off four eyes."" Trevor replied walking in the door. He looked around the inside of the trailer, it was small but just big enough. To his right was a sink and counter that made it's way to a bar sticking out close to the end of the trailer, to his left was his bedroom with a king sized bed taking up most of the space inside the room, straight across from hos was the bathroom. Trevor opened the fridge next to him and looked inside, there was a six pack of Pisswasser beer and a note attatched. "Welcome to Hell, drink one for me." The note read. Trevor crumpled the note and threw it on the floor, he grabbed a beer and sat on the couch. As he opened his beer he heard a knock on the door, he sighed and stood up.
Trevor opened the door and looked outside, standing in front of him was his suit wearing neighbor. He had a case of beer in his hand, the man looked at Trevor with a smile. "I figure I'd welcome you properly." He told Trevor. He handed Trevor the beer and looked at him, Trevor held the case in his hand and looked at the man with a confused look. "Okay come in." Trevor said in a defeated voice. He turned around and walked back to the couch, he started drinking his already opened beer from the fridge. The man sat beside Trevor and opened the box, he grabbed a beer and started drinking too. Trevor chugged his beer and threw the empty bottle on the floor, the bottle shattered into pieces as it hit the floor. Trevor grabbed another beer and started drinking, his neighbor looked at him. "Slow down there buddy, we got all day." He told Trevor. "Is this all there is to do here? Drink and cuss the heat?" Trevor asked him. "For some yeah, me I work for a living." The man replied. "What's your name four eyes?" Trevor asked the man. "Ronald Jakowski, my friends call me Ron." Ron replied. "Trevor Phillips." Trevor told Ron. As Ron finished his bottle of beer he heard a violent loud pounding on the door, followed by a shrill loud voice. "Ronald Jakowski you get your dorky timid ass out here! I'm not gonna tell you twice!" The woman's voice shouted. Ron stood up and opened the door, standing outside was his wife. "Hey honey, look we got a new neighbor." He told her. "I don't give a fuck what we got! You get your ass home and clean up! And afterwards I want you to cook me some dinner. And you better do a good job or you can sleep in your car again!" She replied. She turned around and walked off the porch, Ron turned around and looked at Trevor. "I gotta go, hope to see you around neighbor." Ron told Trevor. "Next time you see me you better have a set of nuts, I'd never let a bitch run me like that." Trevor replied. Ron nodded and walked out the door, Trevor walked over and shut the door, he chugged the rest of the beer in his bottle and threw it on the floor also.