Loyalty to the End

Feel You Everywhere | [Closed Starter]

charmingingenue

Can she still be considered “current” when she’s been dead for months? Or has that title reverted back to who it belonged to before she took the mantle? The person that caused all this trouble and hurt. The person whom she can’t name. Can’t tell him who did this to her. Who separated their children from their mother. Separated him from his wife.

She looks over at the Scotsman as he walks out. ”Doesn’t work that way, remember?” she says with a little sad smile before taking a step away from her husband. It’s regret that shines in her eyes. ”Someone close. Someone you care for. Betrayals from the closest to us hurt the worst…” And that’s when she starts to fade. ”Find my killer.”

That title might have reverted back to Gemma, but she’s been skittish and nearly not there anymore. She and Juice have been spending most of their time at Nero’s instead of TM. And if Jax were more into it, that might have told him something sooner, had him see the betrayal all the faster. She’s never been scarce when it meant sacrificing time with the babies, all four of them now. Two girls to mold as she wants. But she’s left them to Jax and his club. God he’s been an idiot. Blinded by trust and pain, because so shortly after he isn’t sure he could have handled another death. There’s a slightly panicked look to Jax when she starts to fade, he doesn’t want her to leave, to go away. “Baby…don’t leave. Please.” His voice cracks just a little, had reaching out for her.

#diosamadam #charmingingenue #samcrosfuture #t: Feel You Everywhere #au: dark magics #I put all the tags on Jax before #stupid me #fading in the next tag or so #sounds good to me #split them up #you could probably fade it #with yours #having Tara watch them get Colette #to the hospital

"Lil' foggy on th' details since 't's been so lon' since I wen' through mine. We'll ge' it done, Tara." He sighs softly as Jax seems to fall apart. With Tara's clue, Chibs can pretty much figure it out too. And with Juice spending so much time with Gemma in this, it kills him that the boy has fallen so far and hung yet another noise around his neck. There's only so much Chibs can do for Juice, and in this, he can't back this decision, and he won't stand by it neutrally either. This was Tara. Their president's, their brother's old lady. She had patched up more of them than they had had a right to ask of her, and she had loved them as a family. She was their family. And nothing can condone this death. It hadn't just been Jax that had felt Tara's death, after all. Chibs, Bobby, Tig, even Happy had all felt that pain of her not there anymore. "She's no' goin' anywh're, Jackie Boy. Jus' goin' invisible ta th' eye. She'll still be h're with ya. Right?" He knows Jax needs reassurance in this, but he's also already starting out of the room. "Come o', Colette needs a hospital." And right now, that is the important thing as both men try to figure out how to come to terms with the who enough to speak her name, and then plot retribution.

Feel You Everywhere | [Closed Starter]

charmingingenue

When Chibs bursts into the room, it startles her. He’s done what she’s attempting to manage. And well, he’s half in and half out, isn’t he? Half dead. She sighs softly when Chibs informs Jax what she needs as he scoops up the crumpled madam and cradles her to his chest. Tara reaches out and touches a lock of Colette’s golden hair. ”Take her to St. Thomas, Chibs. They’ll fix her.” Colette’s not in too bad of shape, but she’s losing blood with the loss of the child.

Tara finally looks back at Jax. ”Now you know, Jackson. Find my killer. Chibs knows the words…” she leans to kiss him gently. ”Save me.”

Jax blinked up at Chibs, glad that he’s here and able to answer some questions. Also glad that Chibs can take over looking over Colette while he tries to wrap his brain around the fact that if things went well he could have his wife back. Much as he didn’t want Colette caught in the crossfire, he wanted her back more than anything. His kids needed her, but most of all he needed Tara. She was his compass, and his heart, and he’s been hollow since she died, lost in a sea of feeling too much and not knowing how to sail the sea of his turmoil. “Tell me who killed you, Tara. An’ I’ll make’em bleed for you.” His voice is hard, the killer in him taking over because this is something he can focus on to keep him moving.

#diosamadam #charmingingenue #samcrosfuture #au: dark magics #t: Feel You Everywhere

He hadn't meant to startle Tara, but he was told to get here asap, and that's what he did. Shifting Colette in his arms, he watches the ghost of their current Queen. Half in, half out. With her half complete, there was a chance he'd be able to see her much easier than Jax because he's been through this.

There's a quick nod as he turns to carry the blonde in his arms out of the room. Finish with Jax, tell him and speak to him, bu' don' take too mu'h longer or ya'll sta't ta hurt him mu'h more. We'll ge' it done."

Feel You Everywhere | [Closed Starter]

charmingingenue

This is not the way for her to stay. She could pull enough energy from people she’s around to stay, but it would kill them in the end. There will be two deaths, the way she wants to come back, instead of many.

She watches him settle the woman on the floor and then sending a text. She’s hoping to Chibs, who will be able to explain better than she can. ”I can’t say. Not now. And the longer I stay visible to you, the more damage I’m doing to you.” Tara moves toward him, and presses her lips, cold, and more like a breath of air than lips, to his cheek before she bends down over Colette. ”She will be fine. The baby…,” she trails off as Colette’s short dress becomes red. ”Was necessary.”

It’s an easier way to bring her back, few deaths instead of many, less to wear on her conscious verses the potential innocent people she may hurt by trying to just steal energy to do so. And even now she’s hurting Jax some, little as he’s complaining about it if it means he can see his wife.

Jax’s eyes flutter closed at that breath of a kiss, a faintly choked sob leaving his lips. He wants her back, wants her here and hold-able, and not so damn cold. “I miss you, baby,” he murmurs as he opens his eyes and looks over at her. He blinks as he looks down, wincing at the blood that’s seeping into her dress from the loss of the baby. A part of him hurts for that loss, but a part of him also knows that it probably wouldn’t have worked out anyway. Not when Colette’s heart lay elsewhere and his has never left the ghost of a woman before him. “I’ll… talk to Chibs. Do you know what you need to come back…?”

#diosamadam #charmingingenue #samcrosfuture #au: dark magics

When all he'd gotten was a 911 from Jax telling him to get to Colette's there wasn't a stop sign, stop light, or police officer that would have stopped Chibs from getting there as fast as he could. It'd been eating him up inside watching her cater to Jax, but he didn't have the heart to ask Jax to stop it, and it wasn't like Jax was forcing her. The boy had been so damn broken when Tara had been killed and it'd been damn hard to keep him upright and thinking for the club and the boys. So he'd sacrificed for his brother.

The roar of the motor will announce his arrival, though it takes less time than normal for him to fly up the stairs, stilling in the doorway at the sight before him. It's the question that sinks it all in, gets him to understand what Tara's trying to do without needing too much to say. "In innocent life, an' th' life'o th' person tha' did tha' to'er. Two lives ta trade fer her comin' ba'k." Dipping he lifts Colette off the floor, relieved to find her still breathing though he doesn't like the blood on her dress, or what it means.

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We Need To Talk [closed to scottishride]

She’d love him in any color sunglasses he decides he likes, truthfully. But sometimes she has to give him a hard time. Teasing keeps things interesting in the end.

"I was in foster care for a little bit," she admits slowly. "My mom…was sort of like Vanessa. Gave me a taste of the business before I should have been in it. We’ve all tried to keep Knox out of the particulars of what goes on at Diosa, but…my mom did it out of our one bedroom apartment. She got picked up, I got shipped off to foster parents, and I wouldn’t wish that on any kid. Especially not Knox." She normally doesn’t let people know about her past. About what she went through that brought her to where she is now.

She looks down and realizes she’s been twisting a napkin into a tight knot. ”I love the kid, Filip. And I want you to be a part of my life too. I just…need to be upfront about it. That now…when you come over, there’s likely to be homework and hamburger helper, rather than sexy lingerie and chocolate dipped strawberries.”

#diosamadam #t: we need to talk

Teasing him just means he'll make her pay for it in all the pleasant ways later in private. And smile cheekily at her in public. If anyone is allowed to tease him, it's most definitely her.

When she starts to twist that napkin he'll reach over and settle his hands over her hands gently. He knows it couldn't have been easy, both the opening up to him and the growing up like that. He doesn't pry into her past, lets her talk about it when she feels comfortable with him. "I'm sorry ya had't so rough, love," he offers gently. It's not pity, but sympathy and empathy for having a hard life. She's come out a strong woman for it, but he wouldn't want Knox to go through that either. Not in the slightest.

"Sweeth'art, I come ov'r ta be with you. An' while th' sexy lingerie an' strawberries are a treat, the're jus' pluses on ma ni'ht." He offers her a soft smile and leans to kiss her gently. "An' we ca' keep tha' in th' bedroom from now on. Havin' 'im livin' with ya don' mean we ca't indulge still when ya or I need. Jus' means the'e's s'me workin' 'round tha' we need ta do so e'erythin' fits." He gets kids change things, and if she was expecting him to walk because of this turn, she'll be mistaken.

We Need To Talk [closed to scottishride]

She leans into the kiss, grateful for his warmed and familiarity. She loves him. God, she can barely admit it to herself, but there it is. She loves this man settling across from her, even as he tucks away those goddamned purple sunglasses.

"He’s in a different kind of trouble," she says, eyes settling on his. "Vanessa left. No note, no money left for him…she just split. And the system will chew him up and spit him out. He’s too good of a kid for that to happen. He’s…gonna be staying with me now." She knows what he must think; how could she be a good mother for him as well? She runs an escort service. How could she be responsible for a kid? But damn if she doesn’t love that brat with her entire heart too.

#diosamadam #t: We Need To Talk

Hey, he really likes his damn purple sunglasses, thank you very much. They looked good on him, and they cut the glare when he drove. Best of both worlds, really.

His brow creases as he listens to her, hand sliding to rest over hers on the table. "Vanessa jus' spli'?" He can't fathom a parent doing that really, because anyone that has a kid should actually be a parent to them. He was never there for his daughter, but it hadn't been by choice. "Th' system's shit fr'm wha' I've h'ard. An' he's a smar' kid, bu' with tha' mouth, he won' do well in't." Anyone that got him and didn't know Knox would think him a nightmare, without taking the time to actually get to know the kid. "Better ta stay with ya, 'specially if his ma mi'ht come home sometime in th' dist'nt future." There's no judgement, no thinking it stupid or weird, because he knows her. The woman is caring, sweet, and looks out for those she cares about.

conorobersts

The true outlaw finds the balance between the passion in his heart and the reason in his mind.

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ava-moore

+scottishride (Closed RP)

Ava pulled her bike into the parking lot of Teller - Morrow. She was learning her way around Charming and she had heard about this place especially if she needed some repairs or parts. She was working on her 69 Charger back at her house and needed a part and was hoping that they might be able to order one or maybe point her in the right direction at least. She cut the engine off and slid off her bike, pulling off the helmet and shaking out her hair before she headed inside where a few people working on bikes or cars.

"Excuse me." she said as she walked inside the garage hoping to get someones attention so that she could ask about parts at the least. "I was wondering if someone could help me real quick." she said.

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Teller-Morrow was pretty much the only place in town that she'd be able to get some repairs or a part. They made sure to stay the only place in town for that kind of thing, but they also made sure to keep their prices reasonable and competitive so that people didn't go to the next town over either.

Chibs looked over as the woman entered and patted the prospect on the back before moving over to her. "Wha' ca' we help ya with, lass?" There's a friendly smile, the new face having him curious as to who she was. They new most in town, after all. It wasn't that big of a place.

We Need To Talk [closed to scottishride]

Colette settles in the chair across from Filip and smiles at him. It’s lunch at a quiet little place that doesn’t look too hard at the fact that he’s wearing a cut and she runs an escort service.

"Thanks for meeting me," she says as she sets her purse down on the floor. "There’s something we need to talk about. About…Knox…"

#diosamadam #t: We Need To Talk

Usually they did dinners out, so her asking to meet for lunch had him curious as to what could be up. There's barely a glance at the little cafe she'd asked to meet him at, though that's mostly because his eyes were on her as he leaned to kiss her cheek gently.

"'m always happy ta meet ya, love." He smiles at her, he tucked his sunglasses into his pocket as he settled across from her. "Wha' abo't 'im? He didn' ge' inta trouble again did'e?"

thejuicytech-deactivated2014021

Juice sagged against him for a minute, before they were lead to the couch by Chibs. “I know, I know.” He sniffed a little before wiping off his face. He’d always come to Chibs for things like this: to be understood, to be listened too, and to not be judged. Out of everyone, Chib always was able to understand where he was coming from better then anybody else.

Event though he wanted to talk about everything, to tell Chibs everything he’d fucked up, he couldn’t, he couldn’t do it, he had to keep it to himself. The club, they’d kill him if they knew. They wouldn’t even think twice about it before he was laying in some ditch somewhere with all his tats cut off and his brain blown out the back of his head. It sucked big time, but it was still the truth.

thejuicytech-deactivated2014021

There was always a level of hearing Juice out and trying to understand where the younger man was coming from before Chibs let the anger for whatever happened set in. A lot of the other members, especially Jax, were known for flying off the handle some before they knew everything. It had gotten everyone in trouble before. But when it came to Juice, Chibs wanted to know, to try and understand what had gotten into his head. Because there was usually always a reason for it.

Chibs' hand slid up along the back of Juice's head, watching and waiting. No matter what it was, Chibs needed to know. He was the only one that would be willing to see it through, to see him through alive. "Ta'k ta me, Juice." The please is implied, his tone softer than when he talks to other members. Because if Juice tells one member, it needs to be Chibs. Chibs can help handle how things come out, what punishments are set up, and to be the one to fight to keep the man alive.

#thejuicytech

The hug was definitely not something he expected, but he welcomed it, wrapping his arms around the other man and pulling him close. The man smelled of leather and cigerettes and it was nice to be able to inhale his scent again, especially in this manner.

"I fucked up, Chib. I have no idea what I’m doing or how to fix anything." He held on tighter, gripping the mans shirt in his hands. He wasn’t going to cry, he couldn’t do it, but its not like it wouldn’t be the first time crying in front of him.

There's something about Juice, Chibs just occasionally knows what the other man needs. And he knows that Juice needs a rock right now, someone that will be there for him to lean on, and it's always been Chibs for the lad. Ever since Juice had been a prospect they'd struck up a bond and not even everything Juice has been doing recently would change that.

He pats Juice's back and lets the other man cling. "Yer gonna be alr'ght, Juicy." It wouldn't be the first time Juice cried, and until they could get him straightened up it honestly probably wouldn't be the last either. Leading him over to the couch, Chibs helps him to sit down. "Ya start by talkin' ta those ya need ta start workin' thin's ou' with. An' rememberin' I'm h're ta help."

#thejuicytech

What are your intentions with Colette, pal?

Chibs looked over at the little man, brow arching just a smidge for the question. The fact that he was looking out for the woman had a faint smile already settling on his features. “De’ends. Who’s askin’, lil’man?”

hooliganhavoc

Knox hesitates. He’s normally not shy about condemning people but he’s loathe to jump too quickly into writing this guy off. For all that his edging in on Knox’s established territory is irritating, the foreigner isn’t dumb… but Knox isn’t sure if he’s understood correctly, because it sounds like he’s just compared Vanessa to some rent-a-cop. That’s just all sorts of wrong. And very clearly not what she does here. Duh.

Unless he meant that Knox is like a security guard? That’s equally as stupid because Knox clearly has the panache of a true blue businessman, but he can see how the man (Chibs, according to the little patch on his leather cut, and what the hell kind of name is that?) might confuse his obvious fierceness. Knox is intimidating.

"I work here," is all he says, in a lofty tone that seems to say that he’s got the upper hand in the ranking situation. Knox doesn’t bother to explain his position at Diosa any further. There’s no point and anyway, ambiguity is his best friend right now. Instead, Knox circles around to the lesser topic at hand. "So does Vanessa. That’s my mom. I don’t work here like she does, though. I mean, she works here. S’illegal for me to do… that. Plus,” Knox chuckles, “I’d charge way more than these fuckin’ prices.”

#hooliganhavoc #more than a little awkwardness!#oops on the wrong account reblog

He meant in regards to Knox being like a security guard, considering he seemed to be giving Chibs a hard one over for walking in and wanting to see the lady in charge. He’s slowly working out that maybe it’s more about the woman they have in common than the business itself that has Knox more guarded. Intimidating, though, not for the leather wearing Scot. And Knox will learn soon enough that Chibs is a nickname, and Colette tends to use his real name when she sees him, which he actually likes.

She’s the only one with permissions to use his name though, so hopefully Knox won’t be getting any ideas. Just because he doesn’t understand what kind of a nickname it is, doesn’t mean he can get out of using it when addressing his elder.

Lips quirk a little higher as he gets that answer, fingers rubbing at his cheek a little in an effort to not actually chuckle at the boy. “Pretty sure yer’o th’ wron’ persuasion ta work here, lad.” Being that he’s a boy and all the people working here like that are women. Though he’s almost sure Knox doesn’t know entirely what working here means for his mom, not that he’ll voice that thought. “Wa’ch yer language.” Yes, Chibs swears left and right, but Knox is a kid. And they’re around women and there’s a level of respect that should come with that, especially if he hangs around Colette more than a little. “I’m sure Colette, don’ let ya ge’ away with tha’ mouth.”

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I'll be fixing that soon. Promise.

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iorhael

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