Battle Born;

Indie RP blog for SOA's favorite intelligence officer and hacker, Juice Ortiz. OC friendly / multiverse / open to all RP partners. Limited to mobile, atm. Please read rules & verses page.

[juiceofanarchy]

[juiceofanarchy]

He followed suit and leaned back against the brick wall; the familiarity in her address didn’t phase him in the slightest. As far as he was concerned, everyone was a stranger in equal measure whether he knew them personally or not.

”But I’m okay. Really.” Lie. “Just...

[juiceofanarchy]

He chuckled. He wished it were that easy, that talking to anyone was an option. Even with his brothers, most of the talking he did was lie after lie to cover his ass or someone else's. With Jax, he mostly listened and took orders. Spilling his guts wouldn't be good for anyone, and even the number of drinks in his system wouldn't change that certainty. "I was his prospect, y'know," he shared, not apropos of much. "Like, seven years ago, I guess. Probably why he worries so much and all."

[juiceofanarchy]

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[juiceofanarchy]

[ OPEN ]

      “Uh, do you know where we’re at?" he asked, still groggy and looking around.

[wearenotxgrounders-blog]

"We’re in a motel room dumbass." Ingrid mumbled as she stood up, pacing some. "Why I stopped to pick you up I’ll never know. Maybe it’s my good nature. Or maybe it’s just because I like knowing that I could be killed at any minute." The hunter sighed and shook her head. "Sorry, I’m Ingrid. But my friends call me either Iris or Indigo."

[juiceofanarchy]

"Who're you? I mean, I got your name but... What're we doin' here?" he asked, blinking into the harsh light that filled the room. He'd certainly woken up in some strange places with chicks before, but they were usually confined to the Clubhouse at TM.

[devanreyes]

"I will take a shot of that." She replied, her head nodding towards the liqueur in his hand. Devan gave him a smile hoping he wouldn’t actually care about her age as far as drinking went. 

Looking around she knew she was the one who was suppose to be getting the drinks but he had offered. “Thanks, by the way.” She couldn’t remember if she had said it yet but she really did mean it. 

[juiceofanarchy]

"Right on," he commented, pouring her a shot. She thanked him and Juice nodded, ducked his head, a little uneasy to meet her eyes at just that moment. He didn't want her to see any lingering pity there, knowing how it had made her feel the first time.  "Yeah. I mean, yeah. Really, it's no big deal," he answered more solidly, pouring his own shot before lifting it for a cheers. "To, uh, better times, I guess?"

[juiceofanarchy]

[ OPEN ]

      "Uh, do you know where we're at?" he asked, still groggy and looking around.

[opheliaavery]

~ juiceofanarchy

California was making her sleepy. The heat prickled her New England skin, but the roads around the coast kept her smiling, drawing focus from the chaos left behind. In a bar she set up a temporary nest, built with maps, notebooks and a large glass of whiskey. Her phone had died a few hours back, she’d charge it later, she liked the silence. “Excuse me, do you have the time?” She asked a passing figure. Ophelia knew her Grandfather would have sent someone after her, by a certain time she needed to be off the street.

[juiceofanarchy]

Juice was, at best, distracted. It seemed to be his natural state anymore, how he existed through the downhill trudge that seemed to be each new day. Even in the comforting arms of the tavern, he wasn't entirely present. When a stranger's voice called out, a fairly common question asked of him, it gave him momentary pause; he pulled out his phone to verify the answer before giving one, turning his attention to the woman surrounded by maps.  "Uh, 9:06," he answered on a nod, at least slightly intrigued by what all she was doing.

[juiceofanarchy]

[ OPEN ]

[harleypuckett-blog]

"Juice…" she sighed as if she knew him, when she didn’t. She only really knew general information —- a SAMCRO member and a name. Honestly, the town’s motorcycle club still scared her, but since she was told by Chibs to watch Juice, the little lady couldn’t turn him down

Harley pressed her back on the alley wall, almost unsure of how to answer him.”Cause…it’s apart of my job.” she half smiled,staring at the ground. “I listen to people, all the time. Keep em company like any ol bartender. But…I don’t know…I’m here.”

[juiceofanarchy]

He followed suit and leaned back against the brick wall; the familiarity in her address didn't phase him in the slightest. As far as he was concerned, everyone was a stranger in equal measure whether he knew them personally or not.  "But I'm okay. Really." Lie. "Just had a long day, I guess. I know Chibs probably had ya worryin' or somethin'."

[juiceofanarchy]

sobs bc i love juice more than anything and im so worried about him

[Oh, anon. The mun is right there with you. I can't bear the speculation on the coming season. Cue weeping.]

[juiceofanarchy]

[ OPEN ]

      “Look, I’m just really not feelin’ much like talking…”

[harleypuckett-blog]

"Okay…sorry man, I’m nosy sometimes. We don’t have to talk…but I’m not leavin’ you here, alone."

[juiceofanarchy]

He took a drag off of his cigarette, wondering whether or not it was absolutely clear to everyone that something was up. It was as if he had no pokerface at all, anymore. He wouldn't have been shocked if Chibs had told her to keep an eye.on him, however h. "Why?" he asked, attempting a laugh as he looked around the alley behind the bar. "I'm fine. Just having a smoke is all."

[percontes-deactivated20151123]

[ghostindamirror]

[juiceofanarchy]

[juiceofanarchy]

"Oh, man. This is killin’ you right now, isn’t it?” he chuckled, shaking his head. “Asking me for help.”

He could’ve been a royal dick at that juncture in the conversation, and that pout on her face made it all that much more tempting to do so, but rather than...

[juiceofanarchy]

"Wouldn't say no to some rum," he answered with a shrug. He never really said no to rum, though he wouldn't be drinking too much until he figured out a way around the double encryption the sheriff had elected to install. It was locked down tight, that was no joke, but he was pretty sure between he and Anya, they'd get it. "Looks like you got pretty far. Already did, like, half the work," he threw out a compliment, sliding his drink into his hand. In all honesty, she'd done well at knocking out some initial hurdles, it was just the damned final stretch that was giving even Juice momentarily pause. After about ten minutes of clacking away and staring squinty eyed at the screen,? he finally made some sort of victorious noise. "Now that was a beast," he muttered, passing the laptop back to Anya. "Think you're in, though."

[juiceofanarchy]

[juiceofanarchy]

"The Sons don’t deal, man. I’m tellin’ you the truth on that one,” he spoke squarely, nearly telling the entire truth. He’d gotten rid of some ADHD meds and some HIV scripts, but that was the extent of it for the club’s experience with drugs. “What’s got you thinkin’...

[juiceofanarchy]

"Always got an eye on that sorta thing," he confirmed with a nod, trying not to give much away. "So, what do you know about it, anyway?"

[juiceofanarchy]

[wearenotxgrounders-blog]

She stabbed the fork into her hand, a dry laugh escaping her mouth as she pulled it out, the holes in her hand growing up. “Rapid Skin Cell Regeneration.”

[juiceofanarchy]

Again, his eyes widened. Only this time, they didn’t shrink back to normal - what the actual fuck? He’d watched her…

[wearenotxgrounders-blog]

"I told you, I have rapid skin cell regeneration and if you would’ve cared to listen after I did that you would know that all of my wounds close up."

[juiceofanarchy]

"Yeah, well... I didn't think you were serious," he muttered sorely. "I mean, that's not even, like, a thing. That's some X-Men shit or something."

[juiceofanarchy]

[wearenotxgrounders-blog]

She stabbed the fork into her hand, a dry laugh escaping her mouth as she pulled it out, the holes in her hand growing up. “Rapid Skin Cell Regeneration.”

[juiceofanarchy]

Again, his eyes widened. Only this time, they didn’t shrink back to normal - what the actual fuck? He’d watched her…

[wearenotxgrounders-blog]

"I told you, I have rapid skin cell regeneration and if you would’ve cared to listen after I did that you would know that all of my wounds close up."

[juiceofanarchy]

[juiceofanarchy]

…

[11:53PM] nah, definitely not a cop. [11:54PM] lucky i’m a nice guy too. no internet sharing. [11:53PM] doesn’t mean i’m gonna tell you who i am tho.

[yourmostfevereddreams]

[11:55PM] Well I appreciate it but I have to say I’m still freaked out about you having the pictures. Are you going to...

[juiceofanarchy]

[12:00AM] hey, if you're such a L337 hacker, figure it out. He wasn't gonna up and tell some stranger - no matter how nice a rack she may have had - who he was. If she was as quality as she touted herself in the hacking department, she could figure it out easily enough, depending on how badly she wanted to know. Even if she pinged his location, it'd only lead her to his apartment, anyway. Not like it was TM or the clubhouse, and not like there was a great chance of that happening.

[juiceofanarchy]

[ OPEN ]

[walfordpsychopath]

"I know my drug-dealing scumbags, mate." Sean says, folding his arms from his spot behind the bar. "Why else would you Reapers be sniffing around ‘ere?"

[juiceofanarchy]

"The Sons don't deal, man. I'm tellin' you the truth on that one," he spoke squarely, nearly telling the entire truth. He'd gotten rid of some ADHD meds and some HIV scripts, but that was the extent of it for the club's experience with drugs. "What's got you thinkin' otherwise?"