czechmate46

Crown in Embers (A Gang Rp)

Lancaster Render - Tommie's - Baylen Denney, Thomas Swindle

Once Baylen had taken them to a more secluded area in the bar, he really began to talk. But that was how Baylen was, outgoing and talkative. If ever you had a deal to sort out or a dilemma, he was your guy to talk it out with. And he never blabbed, not if he respected you. The two had been close for years now so Lancaster trusted him with mostly anything. Lancaster took another swing of his drink and took another quick glance around the bar before he began to answer questions.

"Shit's been moved around, some crates are missing," he said, almost dejectedly. He lowered his tone slightly and leaned in towards Baylen before saying, "I've been losing my fuckin' mind, man. Trying to figure out if anyone has a beef with us...I mean, who's doin' this? The doors are always locked when I leave, and they look the same in the morning. But the inside is all switched around. It's been about three days now...it's gettin' me real spooked." The warehouse was where the Swindler's kept all of their rewards, and a lot of their money. Most of the crates contained prohibited weapons and machines that were worth more than a middle classer could make in his entire lifetime. Other crates contained tools that they used in their heists. There were two or three stolen cars in there as well. Whoever was getting in, needed to be caught. Lancaster had a good mind to stay the night in the warehouse and catch the culprit, but knew it was far too big and it would be a multi-man job to patrol the warehouse.

Just as Baylen mentioned Thomas' name, he appeared, emerging from the crowd at Tommie's. "What's the matter, kid?" Thomas asked.

Lancaster looked to him, his face somewhat clenched. "Thomas, we have a situation...with the warehouse."

The Walking Dead: The ties that bind.

Larfleeze said
Yo, Flo, it's time to go.

You got it, bro.

The Walking Dead: The ties that bind.

With all the excessive noise and crashing coming from the side of the building, Florence grew quite alarmed, grabbing onto her rifle and approaching the top of the ladder, only to see a survivor struggling to make his way to the top. She was unsure whether to be relieved or feel in danger. She had met a fair share of kind people during her travels, as well as some vile human beings who cared only for their survival and didn't mind putting a bullet in you, to get whatever you had. Florence had to be cautious. She wouldn't shoot him down but she definitely wasn't going to let him get too close without an explanation. She had never had anyone up on the rooftop with her. Her supplies and bedding were sprawled out, making it easy for the survivor to take something if he really wanted to.

Once the survivor made it to the top of the ladder and hoisted himself onto the concrete of the building, Florence had the barrel of her gun inches from his nose. She really hated to be hostile like this but, at such a time as this, there was no such thing as being too careful. She really hoped that he was an honest man and meant her no harm - she was in desperate need for human interaction. The man appeared distraught, his face flushed from colour. Florence wondered what she looked like to him before she spoke. "Who are you? What is your business here?"

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OscarioTheGuy said
Perhaps Michael could somehow end up on the roof with Florence. Or maybe you guys are already in cahoots, and the 'home' you were talking about is the little campsite Florence has up on the roof?

I quite like this idea, I think this is a good way to fit them both in.

The Walking Dead: The ties that bind.

Still kind of at a loss for how to bring Florence in.

The Walking Dead: The ties that bind.

Florence kept watch from the rooftop. She had yet to see this many survivors on the streets in so long. An itch grew within her - an itch to leave her rooftop safe haven. To join a group and know the likes of companion once again. It had been so long since she had another to talk to, to rely on. During her travels, she refrained from attaching herself to any group, as she simply didn't want the heartache that came with it if they were to get separated or if one of them were to turn. No, Florence didn't need any additional heartache. Nonetheless, she kept watching the survivors.

There was a group of four that appeared to be moving inwards to the city's centre. She felt as if responsible to warn them...where ever it was that they were headed, there would be hordes to meet them. The city's streets were littered with the filthy creatures and anywhere on the ground was like no man's land. Florence just hoped that these new survivors wouldn't be added to the hordes. And a small part of her hoped that they would come close enough for her to possibly call out to them...maybe join them. The rooftop was undeniably safe but she was running out of food. She couldn't stay in Salt Lake City forever.

Crown in Embers (A Gang Rp)

Lancaster Render - Tommie's - Baylen Denny, Danielle Foster

The night air was bitter and took nips at Lancaster's face as he rounded the corner, headed for Tommie's. Butting out the cigarette before entering, he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jean jacket. He was in a rather stale mood. Items and crates at the warehouse where up to some strange activity lately. Finding them moved or missing. Lancaster was sure someone was messing with their stuff - but how? You'd need some pretty heavy and loud machinery to break into the warehouse. He cursed under his breath as he walked in, nodding to the bar tender.

"Danielle," he greeted her. He needed to talk to Thomas, tell him what was going on with the warehouse. But first, a drink. "Scotch," he told Danielle as he waited next to the bar counter, scanning the crowd of rowdies of any sign of Thomas or anyone who could direct Lancaster in his direction. He noticed Baylen and took a few strides towards him after receiving his drink.

"Any sign of Thomas?" he asked him with his voice low, and his drink in the one hand while his other hand was buried into his jacket pocket. "Someone's been fucking with the warehouse," Lancaster said before taking another sip of his drink. Just thinking about it played with his nerves. He was the one who oversaw the warehouse, making sure that everything ran smoothly and nothing was swiped from under them. He battered himself internally with failing. Obviously, someone was getting into the warehouse, and thought it was funny to mess things about and take what wasn't theirs.

Crown in Embers (A Gang Rp)

Blox said
Hey Czech, he could oversee the warehouse, track all of the goods, and help Thomas with their trade and supply? He ensures they have the stock, each member is equipped, all stock is accounted for. If anything goes missing he knows. And he helps handle the deals for trading their goods?Just throwing ideas out there, expanding on Sheriff.FYI we have two Thomas'...

SheriffLlama said
@Czechmate46 - Honestly, I'm not sure either. He could be the overseer of the warehouse or something of that sort, or if you have other ideas, I'm open.

Great idea, I'll go with that :)

Crown in Embers (A Gang Rp)

Awesome and I honestly hadn't thought about his position. Obviously your character is the president, but what position do you think my character could fill?

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Not too sure how I'm going to get Florence involved. Perhaps Mark and Rachel run into trouble at the gas station and Florence feels compelled to help?