Well, it was not really a gang, rather a gang of something, a gang of superiors, a gang of spirituals, a gang of the eclectic searching for experience. They all wore backpacks, except for Lucy who wore a crocodile purse, and in them they carried tools. Benjamin a hammer for the way he liked to make squirrel stew, Micah his mother's face on a coaster she had made, Gabe a recorder to summon the blessings of heaven. Marge carried used loose-leaf because she could only brew her words on scrap paper, and Clint carried an old baseball from the days of his father. Lucy carried weapons--a shark's tooth, a switchblade, a rifle. The others whispered about broken glass and how the bag was a real crocodile in disguise. They were all seeking souls, seeking fulfillment of a life, as they would find, that only allowed them to carry the selected necessities. Of course, the necessities they carried now would change over time.
I really want to develop this. I see Lucy here as a great character. There are so many things left unspoken for in this blurb--what more about Micah? Gabe's name connection? Why the weapons? Why the scrap paper (thanks Peggy)? How admiring was Clint really of his father? These things are all tools, but tools for what exactly? And what are they really seeking? A new beginning, perhaps. And all because the instructions told me to write for ten minutes, mimicking Tim O'Brien's "The Things They Carried."