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Broken wires can still spark

{1 new voice message: unknown number} -BEEP- ...Hey it's Alice, congrats on your freedom. It's been a good bit huh? A lot...a lot has happen, Pennies.We should met up, chat and get you caught up. Got some funds to tide you over until you find your feet, hit the ground running yeah? Shoot me a text when you got time, you can reach me at this number... Also...watch out for Max...it's...it's been real rough man. Oh and Pennies? Welcome back... -BEEP-

#sanctusimpatiens #RP

"Ya want me to sign an autograph?"

“On a restraining order maybe, don’t you got other people to annoy?”

'To Allen' the box is dusty, it had gotten kicked underneath one of the couches at one of the meetup spots- it had to have been there for some time, probably before he disappeared. Inside are tiny hats for the rabbits and a bluetooth earpiece in his signature pink, the attached note says 'so we can match!'. The bottom has a small framed picture of the three of them and a message on the back in the mechanic's signature scrawl. 'I'd gladly die for you but I'd rather ride with you XOXO Big Mama'

The box was opened before it he realized who it was from, high chance it would have been further ignore or even trashed had he known the nature of the forgotten gift. But the box was open now and Allen found himself at a lost of what to do. He was struck with a strange emotion, slowly and careful carding though the items, gifts chosen in good faith by someone that was once so important to him. Perhaps he stare at the group picture a touch too long, perhaps he stared at the familiar handwriting even longer, but in the end the glass of the frame cracked under his heavy boot heel all the same. The bluetooth earpiece was kept, to be scanned later for tampering, the rest of the items were repackaged and tossed in a street bin. He wasn’t angry, this gift was from before. This gift was from someone that he once even loved, But times change. He changed. She changed. And the woman that gave him this box was gone. As lonely as that made him, he knew better then to long for past days.

#manhattanmax

nickinewyork

Aw c'mon don’t talk about ya ma like that

Rats know rats

#nickinewyork #rp

alisonzai

#I hate how #nicki and allen could be great crime friends #but instead #bitch babys

Well well well look what the rats dragged in.

You are looking a bit worse for wear, you got to stop fighting sewer rats, they deserve better

#oh gods #you?#ugh

highstrungthug

Lost connection

Allen sipped on his overpriced sugary coffee-ish thing, crowd-watching and texting his younger comrade-in-training. He had somehow become a sort of babysitter for her, not that she was a child, but it was quickly apparent she had no idea what being in a gang truly meant. He was to slowly integrate her, show her the ropes and prepare her for proper initiation…or exploit her connections if she ended up useless. That mean a lot of ‘bonding time’, which was painful at first but strangely got easier with time. He blamed her habit of bring him seasonal sugar drinks, he’s favorite was the pumpkin something-or-another even if that made him a ‘basic bitch’ as Athena put it. A basic bitch with a delicious latte so he okay with that. He pushed off the wall having finally spotted the newbie, tossing his cup away and making his way to her in the lightly crowded shopping mall.

“Any changes?” He asked, matching her pace and fixing his freshly-dyed brown bangs in nervous habit. It was a stupid and risky thing he was planning to do. Max was untouchable really in her newfound position. He was risking a lot to even make contact much less have a conversation with her without repercussions. But he was stubborn if nothing else. At least in a traffic heavy mall he would be less likely to be shot…he hoped.

“Athena, how did the recon go?”

roguedogeunit

“No changes, sure it’s the same lady.” Athena said in reply, glancing back and forth from screen to crowd with a nod.

It’d taken some time to located the woman based off only a photo, a ‘shes yey high’, and a nearly unintelligible mumbling inquiry about Athena’s latest coffee drink recommendation but she was proud to say she’d been successful in locating the target.

Being handed a photo and sent off with a vague gesture to scour a mall, as most things,had its own set of perks, one of which was being in constant proximity of an assortment of stand snacks. Athena shook, then shoved her bag of half eaten caramel popcorn towards Allen in offering.

“Eat some. She hangs near high end but hasn’t gotten through them all just yet. So what now?”

She said, sticking her chin out towards the east end of the mall and pocketing her phone.

They walked together and she began the process of attempting to wipe her popcorn hand off as best one can when caramel and hands are involved.

Something about this particular brown haired ‘yey high’ babe looked familiar in a way Athena couldn’t pinpoint.

Twitter? Maybe. Instagram? Possible. Porn? Probably not, though a healthy interest insists on look into it later. For accuracy’s sake.

Either way, she apparently someone important enough to warrant Allen dyeing his hair.

manhattanmax

It’s a rather stressful life to live, one of a kept woman with a weekly ‘allowance’ and a social media influencer, though it’s a heavy burden that Max does not mind undertaking. When you make a name for yourself in the public eye having people watching you wasn’t unheard of- if only she could count the number of times someone had approached her to tell her about how they saw her most recent trip or purchase. Bags were to be held until she was truly done shopping, it was a triathlon event and she had just begun the second round. Card is swiped without hesitation and she promises to come back to visit one of her favored managers of the high end boutique. A snapped photo chosen with just the right filter of her new heels and uploaded with the hashtag #littleluxuries while in reality it was a luxury few could even afford.

The brunette is comfortably and blissfully unaware and within the confines of her own world as she ventures back out into the crowds and heads towards the next shop. It had been so long since she had seen anyone from Night Soldiers that there was no concern of them even being involved in her life anymore. A risque text sent and the mechanic was into the next shop, albeit this one was slightly more crowded.

highstrungthug

With short pause Allen eventually reached in and took a bit of popcorn, knowing the new girl well enough at this point to figure she would continue to rattle it at him until he partake in whatever snack she was offering. A soft hum at the taste of more sugar, faintly wondering of his unhealthy increase in sweets. He wouldn’t even say he had a preference for it, but it was obvious Athena did and she had a strange habit of forcibly sharing and gifting him snacks and sickly sweet drinks. It was bizarre at first, leaving him with a bitter nostalgic feeling, unwanted memories of a certain brunette surfacing. But soon it was apparent they were very different, in personality and habit. The naive child nothing like the world weary woman, although… Allen arched an eyebrow as they neared the last location the pup reported, more flash stores selling very little that even less could afford.

Max had lost her roots.

The biker pushed the pang of sadness away, brushing shoulders and gently steering his trainee to a set of benches, in fair view of the supposal high-end shop Max would have moved on to. He snag the bag out of her hands and sat down, munching away on rest of the caramel popcorn as he sat in a relaxed pose despite his growing anxiety. Allen nodded to the free seat for younger member to sit down as well, polishing off what little popcorn was left. Athena was oddly useful for recon, awkward yes but a college student standing to a side and texting, or playing those ‘waifu tappy tappy games’ as the subject was argue, was such a common sight, it was truly indispensable.

“So I’ll go in and see if they have what I want. Stay here, call me if you see anything. Use your judgment.” He stands, brushing his fingers off on his jeans and leaning over to steal Athena’s gaudy sunglasses to prop in his hair. A final touch to the disguise, looking like a proper rich dick now. He smiles at Athena. “Run if you hear a gunshot.” And leaves to join the crowded boutique.

#RP #manhattanmax #roguedogeunit

Lost connection

Allen sipped on his overpriced sugary coffee-ish thing, crowd-watching and texting his younger comrade-in-training. He had somehow become a sort of babysitter for her, not that she was a child, but it was quickly apparent she had no idea what being in a gang truly meant. He was to slowly integrate her, show her the ropes and prepare her for proper initiation…or exploit her connections if she ended up useless. That mean a lot of ‘bonding time’, which was painful at first but strangely got easier with time. He blamed her habit of bring him seasonal sugar drinks, he’s favorite was the pumpkin something-or-another even if that made him a ‘basic bitch’ as Athena put it. A basic bitch with a delicious latte so he okay with that. He pushed off the wall having finally spotted the newbie, tossing his cup away and making his way to her in the lightly crowded shopping mall.

“Any changes?” He asked, matching her pace and fixing his freshly-dyed brown bangs in nervous habit. It was a stupid and risky thing he was planning to do. Max was untouchable really in her newfound position. He was risking a lot to even make contact much less have a conversation with her without repercussions. But he was stubborn if nothing else. At least in a traffic heavy mall he would be less likely to be shot…he hoped.

“Athena, how did the recon go?”

#RP #manhattanmax #roguedogeunit

Max: I’m upset and leaving

Allen: ...

Max: -leaves-

Allen:

#manhattanmax #returns from the dead with a meme

"Come on Allen- at least say something besides fuck off!"

His nails gouged deep lines into the palm of his gloves, hands shaking from his heavy emotions. He stop moving, turning to look at his former friend. He was angry. He was so angry, but also…he was sad, Allen was hurt deeply by the actions of this woman. He trusted her. Nothing would ever fix what she broke.

“You have no right to ask anything from me.” He turned away and continued on his way.

#rp

speedandmusic

@highstrungthug

His lips twitched at the other’s loud complaining, nodding to show he was listening. Has the sun been out recently? He normally slept during the daytime so it was hard to tell. “Hey bud, how about go have some fun yeah? Stretch out our legs? My ride’s shocks are looking pretty banged up, I’m sure we can ‘find’ some new ones. Didn’t the police force get a bigger budget?”

Allen’s drab complexion, though always a welcome sight, said plenty regarding his activity. Sleep, if Allen ever got any, and his overall health was a waning concern nagging in the back of Cody’s cheery head of curls. “Don’t they always? Soaking up cashola like a sponge to water. They have plenty to go around, soooo… They won’t mind if we borrow?”

highstrungthug

“Borrowing is a good word for it,” Allen agreed, nodding with a thoughtful expression. “I need to ‘borrow’ some shocks and maybe a muffler, got to think of the future you know?” Sure Allen has been dabbling in some mechanic work, but frankly he had no talent for it. It was a coin toss with every try and Allen had shit luck to being with. But it couldn’t be helped now. “Let’s go borrow,” His light tone was ruined by his smirk.

#Lets borrow forever #lets do it #rp

Wolf whistles at to get attention.

He walks away faster. God please smite me as i stand.

#RP

No matter how much time has passed it's still awkward to run into someone you once used to be so close to. Even if the bridges may have been burnt, that doesn't mean that she still doesn't miss the people on the other side and approaches with coffee in hand. "Hey."

He glances at her, body freezing for a whole second before continuing his path down the dirty sidewalk, “Fuck off yeah?” He murmurs at her, voice tired and soft. He turns his sight away from her, done with the interaction already. Done with her.

#Go awayyyy #RP

He seems completely unbothered by his reaction, instead grinning. "Aw ya did miss me! I mean how couldn't ya, ya've met me."

He quickened his pace, seemingly not reacting to the redhead’s word. If you don’t respond maybe he’ll go away.

#RP

speedandmusic

"Hey Cody, how you been?"

“Idle hands. I’m dyyyyyiiiiiiiiin’!” In no short supply of melodrama, he stamps his foot down. A steel sole makes itself known by thudding solidly. “Sun’s been nice! I got a great tan during the lull in business, ya know?”

highstrungthug

His lips twitched at the other’s loud complaining, nodding to show he was listening. Has the sun been out recently? He normally slept during the daytime so it was hard to tell. “Hey bud, how about go have some fun yeah? Stretch out our legs? My ride’s shocks are looking pretty banged up, I’m sure we can ‘find’ some new ones. Didn’t the police force get a bigger budget?”

#I wanna wreak and loot.#Loot with me #we can bond over it #RP