Kingfisher

Welcome to Geurchville [Criminal/Gang Slice of Life]

Still working on a post, hopefully will have it up today/tomorrow ah the latest.

@Tsar Gatto

Looking forwards to it, my dewd

Welcome to Geurchville [Criminal/Gang Slice of Life]

Betty Lee and Marie arrived at the Sin Den about a quarter of an hour later, speeding into the parking lot on Marie’s Road Glide, with Betty Lee perched rather uncomfortably on the back, her large frame spilling over the sides.

The pair of them could hear the crashing and booming of the brawl thundering out into the night, and it only got louder and louder as they drew closer. Being in Laurent territory, the Sheriff would expect the family and their goons to settle this dispute, but there was only so much leeway that the so-called forces of law would give Geurchville’s underbelly, before rolling in to sort things out for themselves.

Betty and Marie hoped to get Mason out of there before that time came.

“Virgin Mary on a vibrator, was that really the fastest this thing can go?” Betty Lee grumbled “I thought you paid big bucks for this?”

“It's not used to having half a metric tonne of trailer park whore on the back of it.” Marie snapped, as she killed the engine

Marie Ramos was by no means the smallest of young women, but she was still about ninety pounds lighter than Betty Lee. Dressed in her biking leathers, with her bleached blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, Marie leapt off of her Road Glide, and went bolting towards the Sin Den, whilst Betty heaved herself off of the bike, and went waddling after her.

Things inside the Sin Den had gotten more than a little chaotic, as whatever had sparked the fight seemed to be boiling over. A throng of punching, biting, kicking, and spitting was spread out across the strip club, with security trying desperately to pull the brawlers apart.

Betty Lee knew it was only a matter of time before either the police or the Laurent’s Elite showed up.

Marie spotted Mason amidst the carnage, slamming some poor sod’s head into a table. Screaming insults and obscenities at him, Marie went hurtling over to her boyfriend, whilst Betty tried her best to follow in her footsteps, without getting pulled into things.

Betty Lee was trundling uncomfortably through the mob, when she felt someone’s hand slap against her bum.

She whirled around, coming face-to-face with a bearded man in Moon’s leathers.

“Hey there, little la-”

Suddenly, his eyes went wide.

“Oh shit, Betty! Fuck, I’m real sorry, Miss. I didn’t recognise you. P-please don’t say anything to Caden, I’m proper sorry.!”

Betty shrugged past him, slipping through the crowd, until she reached Mason and Marie, who seemed to be mid-argument.

“I can’t -BELIEVE- you!” Marie was hissing.

“Hun, you gotta let me have my me time!” Mason squawked back “I don’t like bein’-”

“Yeah, can we have the domestic later, kiddos?” Betty Lee butted in “How about we focus on getting the fuck out of here, m’kay?”

“Chick has a point.” Mason nodded sagely.

“This isn’t over by a long shot.” Marie muttered, but otherwise stayed quiet.

“You two take the bike back to your place,” Betty Lee instructed “I’ll have Caden swing by and pick me up.”

Welcome to Geurchville [Criminal/Gang Slice of Life]

Well, this was short lived.

@MegaOscarPwn

wot u chattin fam

Welcome to Geurchville [Criminal/Gang Slice of Life]

Betty Lee was sitting on the porch outside of her and Caden’s quaint little house, smoking a lemon haze joint, when her phone started buzzing.

“I just want five minutes of peace and fucking quiet.” she grumbled to herself, spliff poking out from between her lips, as she pulled the phone out of her pockets with her chubby fingers.

Incoming Call: Marie .

“What do you want, slut?” Betty answered with soft humour in her voice, using one hand to press the phone against the side of her plump face, and the other to briefly pull the joint out of her mouth, as she blew smoke out into the air.

“Yo, Free Willy,” Marie’s voice crackled down the line “Mason’s busy perving on the girls at the Sin Den. You wanna hang?”

“Urgh, I GUESS I can spare some time for you, hoe,” she laughed, taking another drag from her joint “Caden’s busy doing big bad biker things, so the house is free if you wanna swing by.”

“Dope. I’ll see you in the five.”

Marie hung up.

Despite the fact that she was only dressed in pyjama bottoms, with her gut hanging out over the top of the band, and a much-too-tight t-shirt that belonged to her boyfriend, with messy uncombed ginger hair hanging around her shoulders, Betty Lee was in no rush to make herself look presentable.

Marie Ramos was the closest thing that Betty Lee had to a friend in Guercheville, and one of the other biker chicks that had been dragged along to this shit hole town by her boyfriend, when the Moons decided to try and claim it as their own.

Betty Lee was quite happy to just sit and smoke up, until Marie arrived. They’d probably just watch a film, and maybe get through what was left of Betty’s weed stash. The young woman knew where Caden kept his acid, so they might even drop a few tabs, if Marie was feeling up to it.

Rather unexpectedly, her phone rang again.


Incoming Call: Marie .

“You get lost on your way over, you ditzy bitch?”

“Word is that the Moons are butting heads with the Daughter-Fuckers at the Sin Den. Can you help me pull Mason out, before the idiot gets himself arrested?”

Betty Lee sighed loudly.

“I just want five minutes of peace and fucking quiet.”

Welcome to Geurchville [Criminal/Gang Slice of Life]

Ballroom Blitz is a fucking tune

Welcome to Geurchville [Criminal/Gang Slice of Life]

@Valeriana Should I post my reply or wait for the others? I don't wanna interrupt anything :^)

@MegaOscarPwn

@MegaOscarPwn I would let everyone else post first.

@Kingfisher Did you want a posting order or anything like that?

@Valeriana

I'm not too fussed about a posting order, just try to avoid double-posting :) If it does happen, that's not the end of the world.

Ideally we'd like everyone to get a chance to post before anyone posts again, but I've you've got some stuff you desperately want top get up, then don't hold back!

Welcome to Geurchville [Criminal/Gang Slice of Life]

First post is up, folks.

Have at ye!

Welcome to Geurchville [Criminal/Gang Slice of Life]

“I’m telling you, man, it's all just a ruse made up by the chinese.” Kyle McGraith explained, shoveling prawn crackers into his mouth, as he and three others sat idly about a cramped little shack, which was no more than a few miles from the outskirts of Geurchville, surrounded by a particularly overgrown spot of swamp.

It was a rather bleak little shack, stripped of most furniture, and any kind of decoration, which existed mostly to hide the basement below. The basement in question contained a ceiling lined with garish UV lights, and the rows of cannabis plants, packed together to make use of as much space as was possible.

A few vagrants had been dragged in to tend to the plants, and stop the UV lights from overloading, whilst McGraith, David Shohola, Adam Morin, and Patrick Phan were being employed to protect the Laurent families property.

“No one wants to hear your tinfoil hat bullshit, Kyle,” David sighed, picking away at the plate of fried prawns in front of him “keep your fucking trap closed.”

“Hey, I wanna hear the fella out,” Patrick spoke up, taking a sip from his can of Bud Light “could be some wisdom buried in that brain of his.”

“If there ever was any wisdom in that shriveled old walnut, it died many, many hits ago.” David assured his colleague, frowning.

“Up yours, Shohola,” Kyle flipped David off triumphantly, before turning to focus on Patrick “basically, global warming is all this big lie constructed by governments who want to start taking away our freedoms and liberties. The same suits and ties who let fucking swarms of immigrants into our country.”

“Isn’t McGraith an Irish surname?” Adam spoke up, over his bowl of egg-fried rice.

“Yeah, what’s that got to do with anything?”

“Save your breath, Morin,” David laughed dryly “common sense is lost on this one; I wouldn’t expect him to understand irony.”

“You know, you act pretty -fucking- high and mighty for someone who spends half his free time shoving sawbucks into Bambi’s G-String.”

“Ah, fuck off, you miserable little cu-”

Just as the tension seemed about ready to boil over, a deep knock rumbled through the room.

“One of the kids from the day shift must’ve left their keys, or something,” Adam reasoned, rising to his feet, and pushing his bowl of rice away from him “I’ll take care of this.”

The lithe man wandered over to the motley wooden door, yanking it open with one hand.

“Yeah, wadday wan-”

The buckshot of a Remington 870 took Adam’s head clean off, blowing his upper torso into messy pulp, and sending his blotchy carcass flying back into the floor, splattering bright red blood across the wooden floorboards.

“Motherfucker!” Kyle let out a startled cry, and each man lunged for his gun, but within an instant a pair of giant men in biker leathers slipped into the room, spewing fire and shotgun shells down on the helpless thugs.

David’s hand wrapped around the handle of his Tarus 9mm, whilst his comrades were blown into sickly red kingdom come.

The hired gun managed to fire off a shot which clipped one of the attackers in the side of the head, knocking him back into the wall, with blood leaking from the hole where his eye used to be, but mere seconds later the boom of a shotgun blew a gaping crater into his chest.

David fell to the floor, blood pumping out of his mouth with each staggered breath, writhing in pain. Everything hurt, and black spots were starting to cloud his vision.

He heard another pair of boots enter the room, and watched the outline of a figure step over him, just as the last few whispers of life started to slip out of his body.

“Hello from the Bloody Moons, you meth-smoking cousin-fucker.”

And then the world went black for the last time.

Welcome to Geurchville [Criminal/Gang Slice of Life]

Sorry folks but I have to pass. Tried to write up a CS but I'm not feeling. Apologies.

@Byrd Man

No worries at all, my friend. All the best with your future endeavours.

Mine's being written right now, but I can always jump in once we've begun. <3

@Lady of Lore

I'm going to try and get the first IC post up for Monday/Tuesday, so whenever suits :)

Welcome to Geurchville [Criminal/Gang Slice of Life]

@Kingfisher

Charlie Knight

Charlie Knight

”Sleep when you’re dead.” – Charlie

Name/Nicknames:

Charles Victor Knight
(Hates the name Charles)

Gender:

Male

Age:

24

Appearance:

Charlie has very dark brown hair, almost black in appearance that is kept short, messy and generally concealed under a cap which he has many of and tries to keep as pristine as possible. In comparison the many hoodies, jeans and trainers that he owns are much tattier and show signs of regular use and frequent wear and tear. These generally bear a skate brand or some band logo and it would be a cold day in hell before he would ever consider wearing something that could be called ‘smart’ or ‘formal’.

His physical build is quite thin and lithe, somewhat muscular though a lack of any regular workout regime or particular care for healthy eating has kept him towards the thinner side rather than building more muscle bulk despite his quite active lifestyle. His left ear has a small stretcher and his lower lip shows the signs of a previous piercing that has long since been removed and mostly healed up. He has a Celtic tattoo on his right shoulder of the Celtic shield knot within the Celtic symbol for the sun, representing infinite power, though he simply chose it as he thought it looked ‘badass’.

He often has slight dark bags under his eyes, though this is mostly due to his affinity for late nights, partying hard and of course living up to his motto. His eyes themselves are a deep emerald shade of green with lighter flecks, expressive and even sometimes intensive with his gaze. He often has a cheeky smirk or expression that shows his general lack of seriousness. Occasionally his face is covered by a thin stubble, though this is due to laziness rather than a desire to grow any facial hair and he usually shaves it sooner rather than later. He occasionally dons a green and black afgan-shemagh that he usually combines with a pair of well-worn Aviator sunglasses.

Personality:

On the surface Charlie is a carefree, quick witted layabout. He is generally easy-going and always up for a laugh, sometimes even taking things a little far being somewhat of a thrill seeker when that particular mood takes a hold of him. Loyal to his friends and honest when it matters he generally is a pretty good guy, though it definitely depends on who you ask. Others, like his old teachers or his parents might say he is irresponsible and unreliable, lazy and generally good for nothing. Some girls may tell you that he is a liar and a cheat, a two faced snake who only cares about himself and deserves to die cold and alone - but they're ex-girlfriends or jilted lovers, and he would assure you that they were all crazy and were bound to say such slanderous things. He has a clear problem with authority and doing what he is obligated to do, preferring to go his own way and make his own mistakes, sometimes only to prove that he can simply for the sake of it. He often takes risks, both in small matters and occasionally in large, betting more than just money on occasion.

Going a little deeper into what really drives him, Charlie is an intelligent but extremely unfocused and frustrated individual. He follows his whims and desires with little thought to anything other than the immediate future when it comes to making the big decisions that really matter. Instead he lives in the moment and enjoys things as much as he can given whatever situation, something that generally attracts others and makes him likable to most (especially those in situations as shitty as his). That being said he also has more than one substance abuse problem, which isn't so much of a problem until it is he isn't able to enjoy any of the substances he so loves for a prolonged period. Like every addict when finding themselves sober Charlie is downright mean and unpleasant, grouchy and ill-tempered to say the very least. Fortunately such incidents are rare and he will do almost anything to keep it that way.

Bio:

What is there to tell? Charlie’s parents were as is often the case kids having kids, his mother barley out of school and his father only a few years older at 20. His father stayed in the picture only for a few years, but eventually grew up and abandoned Charlie and his mother in lieu of a 'real life' with a real family elsewhere. They remained in Geurchville and since then he has scarcely left to travel anywhere or do anything of particular note (aside from the occasional out of state romantic entanglment). An unexciting school life Charlie was told constantly that he was bright and intelligent but simply failed to apply himself – funny how they never told him how to actually apply himself with these particular comments.

The older he got the more he seemed to rebel against the system that continuously failed both he and his mother, leaving education with barley the required grades to get even a job at a greasy spoon café. Throughout his adult life he has held a small number of legitimate jobs, but always soon getting sacked for either poor attendance or his ‘attitude problem’.

Because of this and the need for financing to live, he has turned to a life of crime with the Laurents (having gone to school and been friends with a few of the younger Laurent brothers), a scam here or there or maybe even the occasional burglary or theft - whatever was required of him. Thus far he has drawn the line at violent crime and always tries to keep things as ‘victimless’ as possible, unless of course he deems they happen to deserve such things. He has found an affinity for growing cannabis for the Laurents, having progressed from just a few plants in his cupboard to the majority of his house now being used as a grow-operation. He seems to have green fingers to say the very least, having thrown himself into the cultivating scene. His only problem is that on occasion he might just happen to smoke a little too much of his own product.

His mother, though far from approving of such activities tolerates her son's line of work - of course the fact he pays for her small house and costs of living certainly helps things - though she does wish that he'd pack up and get out of Geurchville before it's 'too late' and make something of himself.

Here we go. Much more my style. Though once things are going I do have a very nasty contract killer waiting in the wings we can involve too.

@Tsar Gatto

Looks great, man.

Charlie is accepted, feel free to put him in this CS tab.