Abel Teller

@borntobeason

My name is Abel Teller, I am the next generation of Sam Crow. Like my father, I was raised into the life; as much as my parents didn't want it. And if you haven't guessed, my father is Jax Teller. M!A: Have to jerk off when someone says name for 3 days. [ Indie Abel Teller, Son of Jackson Teller | role play ]

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Lost five followers in the last few days. :(

RP Partner: omg what is your muse doing?!

You: I DON'T EVEN KNOW ANYMORE OK? DO YOU HONESTLY THINK I CONTROL THIS FUCKER???

originalkingofsamcro-deactivate

"JT, right?"

"Yeah, that’s me."

borntobeason

"Ah." John shook his head, lighting the cigarette. "I imagine you have a lot of questions."

"Um..yea." He hesitated again, thinking for several moments. "My dad had your journals before the clubhouse blew..he says you didn’t want the club in guns." He had to stop. "I’m gunna be Prez one day..and I don’t want to fuck it up.."

originalkingofsamcro-deactivate

"I don’t want the club in guns." He repeated, still as firm on that as ever. "Abel, I don’t want you to be president, y’hear me? I didn’t want this life for your dad and I don’t want it for you. That’s my advice."

borntobeason

He swallowed hard, afraid to argue with the man. "Grampa..I'm already in this life..the only way I'm gettin' out is if the club falls apart."

originalkingofsamcro-deactivate

"JT, right?"

"Yeah, that’s me."

borntobeason

"I, uh..names Abel. Think you’re my grandfather."

originalkingofsamcro-deactivate

"Yeah kiddo, I’m your grandpa." John looked him over. He looked so much like Jax at that age…..

borntobeason

"It’s a pleasure, sir. I was wondering if we could talk.."

originalkingofsamcro-deactivate

"Of course, have a seat." John pointed to the chair beside him. "You smoke?"

borntobeason

Abel sat down. He was unusually nervous. “I’m alright..” he smiled, denying the cigarette respectfully. “I uh..I wanted to talk to you about SAMCRO..” he pulled his cut off, laying it in his lap.

originalkingofsamcro-deactivate

"Ah." John shook his head, lighting the cigarette. "I imagine you have a lot of questions."

borntobeason

"Um..yea." He hesitated again, thinking for several moments. "My dad had your journals before the clubhouse blew..he says you didn't want the club in guns." He had to stop. "I'm gunna be Prez one day..and I don't want to fuck it up.."

I had a dream my neighbors cat ate my mouse..and i love my mouse. She's a sweetheart and adorable.

originalkingofsamcro-deactivate

"JT, right?"

"Yeah, that’s me."

borntobeason

"I, uh..names Abel. Think you’re my grandfather."

originalkingofsamcro-deactivate

"Yeah kiddo, I’m your grandpa." John looked him over. He looked so much like Jax at that age…..

borntobeason

"It’s a pleasure, sir. I was wondering if we could talk.."

originalkingofsamcro-deactivate

"Of course, have a seat." John pointed to the chair beside him. "You smoke?"

borntobeason

Abel sat down. He was unusually nervous. "I'm alright.." he smiled, denying the cigarette respectfully. "I uh..I wanted to talk to you about SAMCRO.." he pulled his cut off, laying it in his lap.