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@Ink Blood
Made my way here through the int check where I've been lurking, definitely a very interesting concept.
Not sure what kind of vibe you're going for with the aliens and galactic community, but I'm guessing our group would more so be sticking to the 'outer rim' kinda areas which have a much less 'unified benevolent rulership' kinda thing going on with the looming threat of war?
Depending on the mix of characters would be interested in making some kind of reptilian race - or if there's lots of aliens then a little ol human of some kind. Will see how things come and decide, unless there was any specific you're looking for at the moment?
Made my way here through the int check where I've been lurking, definitely a very interesting concept.
Not sure what kind of vibe you're going for with the aliens and galactic community, but I'm guessing our group would more so be sticking to the 'outer rim' kinda areas which have a much less 'unified benevolent rulership' kinda thing going on with the looming threat of war?
Depending on the mix of characters would be interested in making some kind of reptilian race - or if there's lots of aliens then a little ol human of some kind. Will see how things come and decide, unless there was any specific you're looking for at the moment?
Took a few little liberties with my post and the Laurents, hope all is good there with plans moving forwards.
Figured I'd send Charlie down a path of spiralling anger and increased criminal activities.
Figured I'd send Charlie down a path of spiralling anger and increased criminal activities.
Charlie was sat in his yard, music again blaring as he downed the remainder of his bottle of beer and tossed it lazily towards the pile that had accumulated beside his porch. Knight’s house was one of a few dotted around the a somewhat remote dirt road along the outskirts of Geurchville, though far from the fanciest of dwellings they were certainly a whole lot better than many of the other ‘houses’ around and bigger to boot. But of course the main thing he had bought it for was the privacy – he’d always hated nosey neighbours, something that had only gotten far more prominent with his less than legitimate hobby.
Leaning back in the shoddy lawn chair he reached over and retrieved another bottle from the small mini-fridge that stood perched in the open window into his kitchen. His phone buzzed and he took a moment to twist open the beer and take another gulp before he pulled it from his pocket.
The caller ID showed that it was none other than Bobby Laurent, which caused Charlie to frown a little as he wondered what exactly he wanted.
“Heeey Bobby, what can I do for yah?” he chirped down the phone as he took another swig and leant back in the chair with his feet up on the porch railing.
There was a few moments silence before a rather monotone husky voice replied “Moons hit the op on Crabtree. Adam and David are dead, so’re the others. Product’s all gone n just a bloody mess left behind”
The words struck Charlie like a bolt.
“Dead? What..?” he managed to blurt as the news only just began to sink in.
“Listen, shit’s going down right now. O’Toole n the boys are headin to the Sin Den an that shithole garage they use to make those leather wearin bike fuckers pay in kind for what they done.”
Charlie tried to search for the words to express himself, but nothing came out of his mouth other than a little groan.
“Yeah” continued Bobby “so if that chick you seein is there I’d go get her out, you know what O’Toole is like”.
Dry mouthed and head still spinning Charlie managed to reply flatly “Thanks Bobby” before he hung up. His mind was racing at the thought of Adam and Dave being dead and the Laurents heavy hitters making their way to the Sin Den to cause who knew how much carnage. He knew things had been ramping up in Geurchville over the last year, but this was a new extreme level of violence he somehow never thought he’d see.
Charlie and the others had never seen or considered themselves actually getting killed – and for it to be over a grow-op of all things just felt like a big punch to the stomach. Gritting his teeth as his mind raced he thought about Adam, the two of them had been friends for more than ten years and now he was just gone. Charlie was gripping the bottle so tightly his knuckles were begging to turn white as he felt anger surging through him the more he thought about what had happened.
Swearing he threw the bottle as his blood pounded through him, the projectile shattering against the wall of his house as he jumped up and grabbing his bag he stormed over to his car as he wrenched the door open and threw it inside. He wasted no time in firing the engine up as he reversed and tore out of the long dirt track that led into his property before he screeched out onto the road and floored it towards the centre of Geurchville at practically double the limit – the whole while swearing and pounding his fist into the steering wheel as he worked himself up into quite the state.
By the time he tore into the centre he was downright furious as he came screeching to a halt haphazardly across two spaces in the parking lot. Reaching over he yanked his new Sig Sauer from the bag as well as a knuckle-duster from his glovebox, the knowledge that he was supposed to be shooting at bottles and random wildlife with Adam and David right now made it feel appropriate as he clambered out and stuffed the gun into his waistband and slipped the metal onto his fist.
He still wasn’t sure exactly what he was going to do as he walked towards the entrance of the Sin Den, he could already hear the sounds of violence inside but it didn’t look like the Laurent's real muscle had arrived yet by the lack of pickups surrounding the place. As he walked past the line of parked bikes he took the opportunity to vent some of his anger as he kicked one of them which caused it to fall creating a chain reaction which sent them all crashing into the ground before he made his way inside – the doorman undoubtedly somewhere inside trying to quell the chaos that was unfolding.
As soon as he was inside he saw that things really were a mess already, the entire joint was starting to look a little trashed as Moons, Laurents and everyone in-between clashed as some tried to escape and others threw themselves into the fight with relish. After only a few steps a pair of brawling idiots crashed towards him, one of them wearing riding leathers and heavy boots – it was safe to assume he was a Moon from his getup. Without a pause Charlie launched himself into the guy, his knuckle duster making contact with his ribs which crunched sickeningly as he cried out and whirled around. The next hit took him squarely in the jaw only moments after he lunged at Charlie and he crashed to the ground like a sack of shit.
The other guy stared at him for a moment before he took the opportunity to make for the exit. Landing a swift kick into the unmoving goon’s stomach Charlie turned and stalked deeper into the Sin Den – far from feeling better his mood was now thoroughly foul as he half looked around for Tara and half looked for another Moon to vent his rage upon.
In the centre of the club he spotted Óscar Guijarro, recognising him from the few times he’d worked with the Laurents – though right now he seemed to be landing hits on both Laurent and Moon alike, brawling like a man possessed with a snarl covering his features he looked angry.
“Hey Óscar!” he yelled trying to get the Spaniards attention, but before he could repeat himself someone smashed into Charlie from behind sending him crashing into a table which gave way as he sprawled on the ground. Bearing over him one of the hairiest bikers he had ever seen, the man easily twice his size as he launched and array of heavy punches and kicks at Charlie whilst he tried to scramble to his feet whilst protecting himself. Springing up Charlie dodged a rather sloppy swing and landed his own punch catching the giant on the brow with his duster. This however only seemed to enrage the beast who with a roar charged forwards and snatched Charlie into a bearhug of sorts as they crashed into a small group of bikers and another booth sending more drinks flying as the impact drove the wind from him and sent his vision swimming as he tried frantically to escape the biker’s meaty clutches as he scrabbled to reach around for his gun - which he discovered unfortunately was now laying on the ground of the club out of his reach half under the overturned table.
Leaning back in the shoddy lawn chair he reached over and retrieved another bottle from the small mini-fridge that stood perched in the open window into his kitchen. His phone buzzed and he took a moment to twist open the beer and take another gulp before he pulled it from his pocket.
The caller ID showed that it was none other than Bobby Laurent, which caused Charlie to frown a little as he wondered what exactly he wanted.
“Heeey Bobby, what can I do for yah?” he chirped down the phone as he took another swig and leant back in the chair with his feet up on the porch railing.
There was a few moments silence before a rather monotone husky voice replied “Moons hit the op on Crabtree. Adam and David are dead, so’re the others. Product’s all gone n just a bloody mess left behind”
The words struck Charlie like a bolt.
“Dead? What..?” he managed to blurt as the news only just began to sink in.
“Listen, shit’s going down right now. O’Toole n the boys are headin to the Sin Den an that shithole garage they use to make those leather wearin bike fuckers pay in kind for what they done.”
Charlie tried to search for the words to express himself, but nothing came out of his mouth other than a little groan.
“Yeah” continued Bobby “so if that chick you seein is there I’d go get her out, you know what O’Toole is like”.
Dry mouthed and head still spinning Charlie managed to reply flatly “Thanks Bobby” before he hung up. His mind was racing at the thought of Adam and Dave being dead and the Laurents heavy hitters making their way to the Sin Den to cause who knew how much carnage. He knew things had been ramping up in Geurchville over the last year, but this was a new extreme level of violence he somehow never thought he’d see.
Charlie and the others had never seen or considered themselves actually getting killed – and for it to be over a grow-op of all things just felt like a big punch to the stomach. Gritting his teeth as his mind raced he thought about Adam, the two of them had been friends for more than ten years and now he was just gone. Charlie was gripping the bottle so tightly his knuckles were begging to turn white as he felt anger surging through him the more he thought about what had happened.
Swearing he threw the bottle as his blood pounded through him, the projectile shattering against the wall of his house as he jumped up and grabbing his bag he stormed over to his car as he wrenched the door open and threw it inside. He wasted no time in firing the engine up as he reversed and tore out of the long dirt track that led into his property before he screeched out onto the road and floored it towards the centre of Geurchville at practically double the limit – the whole while swearing and pounding his fist into the steering wheel as he worked himself up into quite the state.
By the time he tore into the centre he was downright furious as he came screeching to a halt haphazardly across two spaces in the parking lot. Reaching over he yanked his new Sig Sauer from the bag as well as a knuckle-duster from his glovebox, the knowledge that he was supposed to be shooting at bottles and random wildlife with Adam and David right now made it feel appropriate as he clambered out and stuffed the gun into his waistband and slipped the metal onto his fist.
He still wasn’t sure exactly what he was going to do as he walked towards the entrance of the Sin Den, he could already hear the sounds of violence inside but it didn’t look like the Laurent's real muscle had arrived yet by the lack of pickups surrounding the place. As he walked past the line of parked bikes he took the opportunity to vent some of his anger as he kicked one of them which caused it to fall creating a chain reaction which sent them all crashing into the ground before he made his way inside – the doorman undoubtedly somewhere inside trying to quell the chaos that was unfolding.
As soon as he was inside he saw that things really were a mess already, the entire joint was starting to look a little trashed as Moons, Laurents and everyone in-between clashed as some tried to escape and others threw themselves into the fight with relish. After only a few steps a pair of brawling idiots crashed towards him, one of them wearing riding leathers and heavy boots – it was safe to assume he was a Moon from his getup. Without a pause Charlie launched himself into the guy, his knuckle duster making contact with his ribs which crunched sickeningly as he cried out and whirled around. The next hit took him squarely in the jaw only moments after he lunged at Charlie and he crashed to the ground like a sack of shit.
The other guy stared at him for a moment before he took the opportunity to make for the exit. Landing a swift kick into the unmoving goon’s stomach Charlie turned and stalked deeper into the Sin Den – far from feeling better his mood was now thoroughly foul as he half looked around for Tara and half looked for another Moon to vent his rage upon.
In the centre of the club he spotted Óscar Guijarro, recognising him from the few times he’d worked with the Laurents – though right now he seemed to be landing hits on both Laurent and Moon alike, brawling like a man possessed with a snarl covering his features he looked angry.
“Hey Óscar!” he yelled trying to get the Spaniards attention, but before he could repeat himself someone smashed into Charlie from behind sending him crashing into a table which gave way as he sprawled on the ground. Bearing over him one of the hairiest bikers he had ever seen, the man easily twice his size as he launched and array of heavy punches and kicks at Charlie whilst he tried to scramble to his feet whilst protecting himself. Springing up Charlie dodged a rather sloppy swing and landed his own punch catching the giant on the brow with his duster. This however only seemed to enrage the beast who with a roar charged forwards and snatched Charlie into a bearhug of sorts as they crashed into a small group of bikers and another booth sending more drinks flying as the impact drove the wind from him and sent his vision swimming as he tried frantically to escape the biker’s meaty clutches as he scrabbled to reach around for his gun - which he discovered unfortunately was now laying on the ground of the club out of his reach half under the overturned table.
Still working on a post, hopefully will have it up today/tomorrow ah the latest.
Well things have escalated rapidly.
96
Charlie sat in the rusty beat up Chevy Nova that passed as his car, the sound of technical death metal blaring out of the window disturbing the otherwise relative silence of the swamp around him. He gazed out across the murky landscape glazing over somewhat as he watched the thin fog start to roll through the cypress trees, occasionally lifting a joint to his lips as he tapped his fingers absently along to the beat and waited. He glazed over as he stared out over the Bayou and watched the slight reflection from the setting sun bounce back through the beady eyes of the occasional gator or so he liked to imagine.
He glanced across at the duffel bag beside him, more-so out of habit than any fear of it going missing and he grinned at the thought of the contents. Tonight’s bag was filled with some of his best product, a rather delicious new strain that he’d painstakingly cultivated over the last few months as well as Taurus 605 and his new Sig Sauer P938. Suddenly there was a buzz from his pocket as his phone received a text message, he pulled it out and stared at the screen for a few moments. Seeing it was from an old fling he locked the screen and tossed it aside to the seat next to him – there would be plenty of time to reply to her later. Tonight he was just looking forwards to getting high as fuck and shooting the shit out of some junk with his buddies.
He had been waiting for about twenty-five minutes now and he checked the time on his phone once more. It wasn’t exactly like Adam and David to be on time, but usually they didn’t take the piss quite this much. After a few more minutes Charlie flicked through his contacts and hit call when the name ‘Adam Morin’ came up. The phone rang several times before it went through to voicemail.
“Morin you inbred fool” exhaled Charlie affectionately through a plume of smoke, “I don’t know where the fuck you and David are bro, but it isn’t here…obviously. I’m waiting ten more minutes then I’m gone, I got other places I could be man… just call me back whenever you guys surface.”
He hung up and sighed. It’d be much easier to be frustrated if he wasn’t quite so blazed, and even though he’d gone through all of the trouble to bring the best of his gear out to the outskirts of Geurchville it wasn’t like they couldn’t do this another night. Ten minutes later he fired up the engine of his Nova and sparking up another smoke he pulled out of the small clearing and tore down the narrow dirt road he had come down.
Soon he was in what passed as the ‘town centre’ of the stagnating village, his mind pondering over what exactly he was supposed to do now. Flicking through his messages again he this time opened the text from Angela, it was asking how he’d been and if he wanted to do something with her anytime soon. He smirked and closed the message – it wasn’t like he didn’t have a good time with her, in fact quite the opposite. He briefly thought about the fun in their relationship but after only a few moments his brain somehow flicked to thinking about Tara and how much more fun it was with her. He realised what he was doing and pushed the thoughts away quickly and convinced himself he had in fact been thinking about something else entirely. He focused on the road again as he sped around a corner and soon came to the small parking lot of the now closed convenience store where he came skidding to halt neatly inside one of the spots.
He’d had no idea where he was really going but he found himself staring across the road towards the exit of the Sin Den as he once more checked the time. Her shift would be getting to the end now, her usual schedule embedded in his mind no matter how much he tried to forget it. He waited a while longer before he got out of his car and pulling up his hood he thrust his hands in his pockets and crossed over to loiter a short distance. As he waited his eyes went to the line of Choppers parked outside, no doubt the place was crawling with Moons as well as the usual hick clientele. Charlie rarely ever actually went inside the strip club, not that he didn't like the idea of naked chicks or was known to the Moons or anything - but rather he didn't want to risk causing any trouble with them - or at least that was what he told himself. He watched as Crystal came stumbling out, the bulky bouncer exchanging a few words with her and lighting her cigarette before she came walking none to gracefully in his direction.
“Hey Crystal” he shouted from where he’d been leaning against a wall “Ain’t Bambi finished about now?” The pink haired girl glanced blearily in his direction for a few moments before her face lit up in recognition.
“Oh hey Knight” she slurred slightly grinning as he came up beside her. “Nah, she took my shift tonight, but I’m free”. She wrapped one of her slender arms around him as she pulled herself a little closer, the smell of booze mixed in with the somewhat familiar aroma of the Sin Den was still thick on her. “You know I don’t know what you two got goin on, but for you I’ll do whatever the fuck you want for less than she charges.”
Her offer was accompanied by some less than subtle attempts at seduction as she groped at him and tried to pull him closer. He deftly extracted himself from her glittery embraced and as he moved away from her he shot back “Ah shit Crystal, I’d love to but I got things to do tonight y’know”.
She stared after him for a second before turning away she sulkily mumbled “Whatever…” and stalked away. He turned his gaze back to the Sin Bin and briefly thought to himself 'Well shit, what am I going to do tonight…' before he headed back to his car and tried to call Morin again.
Some great starting posts so far - definitely enjoyed reading them, I'll be getting mine finished up and posted by the end of the evening.
@MegaOscarPwn@Valeriana@Kingfisher@Heretic@deegee
Cool, looking forwards to things getting on the road with everyone.
So I figure that some of the characters will already know each other and have some past relationships seeing as the town is relatively small and they run in similar scenes.
How long ago did Óscar come to Geurchville? He been kicking around for a while or?
Tara in particular would probably know or at least know of everyone?
Charlie is local and doesn't exactly keep the lowest of profile, so I'd imagine he'd know most of the other 'natives'.
Cool, looking forwards to things getting on the road with everyone.
So I figure that some of the characters will already know each other and have some past relationships seeing as the town is relatively small and they run in similar scenes.
How long ago did Óscar come to Geurchville? He been kicking around for a while or?
Tara in particular would probably know or at least know of everyone?
Charlie is local and doesn't exactly keep the lowest of profile, so I'd imagine he'd know most of the other 'natives'.
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