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Welcome to Geurchville [Criminal/Gang Slice of Life]

"Ratso"

Name / Nicknames: Jesse Aaron Fielder -- known as 'Ratso' in the Bloody Moons MC. (There was that time he bit the head off a rat on a dare, coupled with the fact that he was so skinny as a prospect, which meant naturally the Sergeant at Arms referred to him as 'Fatso.' "Ratso" kind of stuck.)

Gender: Male

Age: 39



Appearance: Jesse is 5'7", 165 lbs. He is in good physical shape (boxing, weight training) but can't really ever keep a lot of extra mass on. He would be best described as a 'wiry, tough little bastard.' He carries ink in the form of the Bloody Moons three-part patch on his back, 'Hard Luck' on his knuckles, 'FTW' on his neck, the AOA middle finger on his forearm, two outlined prison-tat tears by the corner of his left eye, 'ACAB' in gothic type on the chest, and a couple of Marine Corps tats on his arms from his stint in the service. (1 tour in Afghanistan, 2 in Iraq.) Jesse walks with a noticable limp, the result of having broken his patella and shattered his left leg some years ago, while riding as the Moons' Tail Gunner.

Personality: Jesse moved to Geurchville after his last turn inside, after having gone 'nomad' with the Moons, and it was intel passed on from Jesse regarding the town's relaxed views on crime that led to the Bloody Moons staking a claim. He claims that part of him is in the past, though he still has ties to the Moons, and is still a part of their Nomad chapter, officially. Currently works on a local road crew as a heavy equipment operator. He is slow to trust, a bit of a loner, but fiercely loyal. He suffers from PTSD, and occasionally finds it difficult to 'switch off.' Oftentimes he is soft-spoken, and there is the fire of intelligence and determination behind his eyes.

Bio: Jesse lived the life of the 1%er for ten years after his discharge from the Marine Corps. He was a good member, and bought into the life 100%, eventually working his way up to the rank of Road Captain, and then Tail Gunner, with the Baton Rouge Chapter. There was a violent changing of the guard in the Chapter in Jesse's 12th year in, involving some deaths and a lot of bad blood. Rather than weather the storm, Jesse went Nomad. Later that year he was framed and implicated by members of his own MC for a huge drug bust, and did 6 years inside. He's been out nine months.

Other: Jesse has history with Lady of Lore's character. (TBD)

The Risen: Fear the Fallen

Walmart Customer Service -- March 15, 2018 - Framingham, Massachusetts

As the crouching man turned around, having picked up... (batteries?) Ryan swung the tool (Edger, $24.99, aisle 17 -- 'garden implements') - swung it overhand, aiming for the base of the man's skull. Swung it hard -- but not too hard, y'know? Hard enough to put him down, give him a headache... but not hard enough to... He concentrated to make sure he connected with the flat of the tool, not the edge... that'd be bad. Ryan agonized all thee way through children's clothing (3T Onesie, Osh Kosh, $13, aisle 2) and seasonal (American flag, $9.99, aisle 40) about how he should hit the man. How hard, where, when. He worried about whether he'd succeed. He'd lost weight, that was for sure, but he was still a tall dude, and the heft of the tool in his hands was enough.

"Enough." Jesus, enough for what? Enough to end this man's life? Enough to hurt him, but not turn him into one of those things? Enough to make him stumble? Fall? Ryan was worried. He wasn't exactly an expert on this shit. If only he had a tazer. That would have been easier. Except he'd miss. He'd fucking miss, and then this guy would fucking kill him. Ryan had followed the guy awhile. Long enough to spot other tools (Conduit Bender, $61.98, aisle 14, 'Tools and Job-site Safety Apparel') or potential weapons (Canoe Paddle, Grey Owl brand, $85, aisle 35, 'sporting goods') and discard them for fear of picking something that would most certainly have killed the man (conduit bender) or not hurt him badly enough (paddle.) He also discarded the notion of his trusty aluminum bat. He knew enough to know the bat was too light, too perfectly balanced, too small a surface for the force that could be exerted. (Thanks, Miss Higgins' Physics class...) Using the bat would have been a killing blow. There was no two ways about it. So the edger would have to do.

He had followed the man at a medium distance since electronics (Far Cry 4, $9.99, End Cap 2 -- 'clearance') and through the Men's Clothing section (Punisher Tee, $4.99, floating rack three, 'Assorted Pop Culture graphic Tees.') Ryan didn't know why the man and his friend were here, but if there was one, there'd be another, and then there would be more. More meant noise. Noise meant Stinkers. Stinkers meant he'd have to move on. And right now, Ryan didn't want to go anywhere. He couldn't. There were still three hundred forty-four pairs to check.

He'd been eating out of a container of potato salad (St. Clair, $6.99, Deli counter 'Xpress.') for the past few days (Coleman camp cooler, $36.99, Aisle 34, 'camping and sporting goods') and sleeping in the security office. It was as good a place as any, and given his particular circumstances, maybe his only option. He'd lost track of the number of days he'd been here. A month? More?

...It wasn't a swing intended to kill -- no, merely incapacitate, or more accurately -- render non-hostile.

@Lady of Lore @The DudeMan

Heya! I'm Dan. But you can call me Fel, Taeru, Kaarn, Cal, 'Boomer,' Silas, Fletcher, Arrik, or any of my other PC's... 'hey you!' works, too.

@AllOurPrettySongs

My doomsday machine requires no password. I'm chaotic like that. (and I have a terrible memory for such things.)

nyuk nyuk...

Heya! I'm Dan. But you can call me Fel, Taeru, Kaarn, Cal, 'Boomer,' Silas, Fletcher, Arrik, or any of my other PC's... 'hey you!' works, too.

All of the Pretty, Lovely songs! Thanks for stopping by!

I remembered the password. Then I wrote it down on my iPhone 'notes' page, along with all my other bank cards, credit cards, my wife's birthday, my pants size from nine years ago, my psychiatrists' cell number, and all the other terribly important info.

I'll hit you up with any querulous quandaries I find myself in. ;)

-D

Heya! I'm Dan. But you can call me Fel, Taeru, Kaarn, Cal, 'Boomer,' Silas, Fletcher, Arrik, or any of my other PC's... 'hey you!' works, too.

Oh -- by the way... where do I click to see what my password to the site is? I've already forgotten.

Selune - howdy. What would you like to talk about? Random subject generator (aka my head) says: Honeydew melon.

Heya! I'm Dan. But you can call me Fel, Taeru, Kaarn, Cal, 'Boomer,' Silas, Fletcher, Arrik, or any of my other PC's... 'hey you!' works, too.

How are you tonight? Me? Nice of you to ask. I'm well, thanks. Just roaming the halls of the RPGuild, as it were.

I'm a Canuck. I like craft beer. I ride BMX bikes in my spare time (though I'm not as flexible and rubbery as I was at 14...) I make lights and sound for theatre happen. I have a nearly-four-year-old who doesn't know what Star Wars is yet, and it's killing me a little every day. I could live forever on granola and peach yogurt. Coffee should be a vehicle for sugar, and never from Starbucks. Johnny Cash and Joe Strummer made me want to learn the guitar (which is to say, I'm not great, but I've got heart.) There is nothing quite like the sound of four barely-controlled V-12 engines not quite in unison. Best piece of advice I ever received was "I can show a young man the landmines, but he's going to likely step on some anyhow." Top 5 movies: Ghostbusters (the original one) Goonies, Mad Max: Fury Road, Star Wars V, and The Big Lebowski (but I could change all five selections tomorrow.) Desert-island music: The Band.

Say hi. I don't bite (much.)

The Risen: Fear the Fallen

It is 10:40 PM. I am sitting in a supermarket security office with another survivor. We met today, and until this moment, he has gone by 'Ryan' only. He is a man with too much nervous energy, constantly biting his nails, or working away at a terribly broken pair of glasses with wire and a small phillips-head screwdriver. I produce my recorder and iPhone, and ask if I can ask him some questions for my ongoing memoir of the great death. He chuckles at first, shaking his head in disbelief, but then grows serious when he sees I actually have juice for my phone. I snap his picture <insert here> and flip on my clip-on reading light to take notes. (my interjections omitted)



...(in a loud but insistent whisper) Hey, man! Douse that light. You want to bring 'em all in here? Use your head.
...I don't care if it helps you write. You want to write - do it in the daylight. You really serious about this? Waste of juice, you ask me. If I had a working iPhone, I'd be listening to Modest Mouse, or CCR, not taking strangers' pictures.
...I already told you. Ryan.
...(exasperated) Ryan Alexander Canfield. Good enough?
...what is there to tell? (pause) Fine. Ask away.
...I'm 29. Birthday's in... uh... six weeks? What day is it, anyway? Hold on, let me check my fucking calendar. What kind of questions are these? (he wipes at a perpetually-teary and bloodshot right eye. -ed.)
...About 6' tall. Used to weigh around 190ish. Now? The belt has been taken in a notch or two. Who's to say?
...what did I do? When?
..."before?" Shit, man. Don't see what difference it makes. I had a bunch of jobs. Guess you could say I wasn't 'career minded.' uuuhhh... short order cook. Bike courier. Studied graphic design at college. Shit-load of good that'll do me now. Oh -- built a school once, in Zaire...
...what do I have? Oh, you mean tools of the trade. I picked up this AK-47 in a farmhouse in upstate NY. (it is, in fact, a Chinese Norinco type 56, with fixed wooden stock and folding bayonet. -ed.) No rounds for it right now though... I also have a pistol. Took it out of one of the dead ones' pockets. Guy in Albany said it was made by FN? I dunno. "Fuckin' Nasty." That's right. It's a 9mm. Holds thirteen rounds. I have three. hahahaha.
...Huh? Oh, this? Just some old aluminum softball bat. It's light. It works.
...Can I sleep now? Enough with the questions, man.