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[helmetedher0-blog]

@computerhackingbiker:

“….Okay but listen, if they’re not horses then why do they look like horses? I mean, shouldn’t horses be able to have baby horses with other horse-like creatures? If a zebra and a horse mate, does that mean they’re gonna have a baby zebra horse?” Clearly, this man didn’t know anything about horses, as evidenced by the confused stare at his clone.

Another deep breath, another stare. Biker needed to sit down for a moment.

“Tigers and lions look kinda alike, right? Big cats. They’re able to reproduce but the baby is also sterile. Same with horses and horse-like creatures I guess. Maybe there’s little striped horses, I dunno. I’m not a fuckin’ scholar.”

How high was he to be having a conversation with a smaller version of himself?

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@stonedswan​:

   “This is bullshit! I haven’t done anything since I got here- as a matter of fact I just got into Miami!” She shouted at the officer leaving the jail cells but to no avail. She let out a sigh of exasperation, Alex had just been getting back to Florida from a long ride, along with that she had finally went different roads from the guys she left Washington with. Mark wanted to go to New York and Tony had Massachusetts in mind, which they both left her here. In broken down Miami, she did want to back home but she should have picked a later time. Things were still tense and apparently cops were arresting anyone who looked like they were related to that dumbass who killed the president. The only thing that could even be close to a reason for putting her behind bars was the weed on her person, and even that wasn’t too terrible. “Shoulda’ just went to New York…” She mumbled to what she thought was no one but herself. After a moment or so, her digits left the cell bars and as soon as she turned around towards the beds she realized she wasn’t alone in here. Regardless, she played off her previous frustration for a moment.

  “What are you in here for??”

He felt so naked without his helmet. He’d been in the cell long enough to start growing a beard, with daily visits from government officials but no other company. No cellmates, no visitors, nothing.

Until now.

Scratching at his face, he very nearly chuckled. Was the city broken enough that they needed to mix up jail cells, or did they just stop caring entirely? The way the place had looked before he’d been put in here, he wouldn’t be surprised at either answer. 

Though he’d never enjoyed talking for too long, he hadn’t had a proper conversation in forever, so he very nearly jumped at the chance. His new cellmate could be entertaining, surely. 

“CIA shit I guess.”

That was pretty close to the truth, anyhow. Biker had masked his anonymous tip-offs well enough, as usual, but he hadn’t considered the fact someone might have remembered him from the one time he tried to get a meeting with the feds. As soon as he’d re-entered Miami (just as he’d feared) he’d been scooped up and thrown into jail for questioning. 

He wasn’t stupid enough to admit his crimes to the cops, though, so until they found him a lawyer, he was vague and silent. 

He could tell they were cracking, though. Soon they’d be desperate for his information.

“You?”

[helmetedher0-blog]

@hurtspeople:

 “Do you trust me…?” Richard wasn’t the sort to betray someone or scheme behind anyone’s back. The other could trust him, but it would be smarter not to. Richard certainly didn’t trust him.

“I don’t- that’s why I’m telling you. Don’t expect me to trust you just because I’m nice enough to help you.” He cast Richard a look over his shoulder. “I half expect one of us to be dead before this is over.”

[helmetedher0-blog]

@bikinishades

For this, we’re going to have to roll the tape back a bit, to when Biker was ignorant and ‘innocent’ and bored. No Russian involvement, no 50 Blessings, just messing around with people’s emails for fun and keeping little shits out of the club.

It’s due to this, of course, that the man would have no idea that the blonde he’d approach that night would be connected to the people he’d massacre later on. 

The Friday night was warm, and it was even moreso indoors, so he was wearing the bare minimum, with his sleeves rolled up in order to keep him from taking his shirt off entirely. He was very familiar with the place; friends with the owners, acquainted with all the staff (and their drinks) and a regular patron, so to speak, but tonight was a night for himself.

He was feeling extra confident, with his own music playing over the locale’s speakers, and after having just a bit too much to drink he felt like he could take on the world. 

Whether or not he expected to get something from the interaction was unclear even to him- he just wanted to be seen.

“Whaddyathink of the music, huh?”

That was a safe opener, right?

With the lights low and flashing, it was difficult to properly see people’s faces, but he- at least- was smiling like a fool. It was a semi-rare sight. 

[helmetedher0-blog]

@thepallidbeastofparadise

“Yeah, listen... I’m gonna head over. We need to have a talk.”

No amount of paging or emailing or phonecalling was going to get rid of that foreign feeling creeping under Biker’s skin. He needed to reconvene with the man again face to face and ask him a few questions...

It was always like this, wasn’t it?

Hopefully satisfaction was enough to bring him back from this one.

[helmetedher0-blog]

"You. Come. Snuggle. NOW!"

Biker had begun to wonder if Tracey was planning on moving in, with how long the girl had been camping out on his couch. He wouldn’t really mind, as he wasn’t home all that often anyway, but he worried about the calls. 

He didn’t want her to start asking questions.

At her words, he turned to face her with a quizzical expression. Snuggling? He wasn’t much for that kind of thing, at least not outwardly, but he figured it wouldn’t hurt to cuddle a little at this hour of night.

“Yeah, alright,” he chuckled, sitting beside her, an arm on the back of the couch.

[helmetedher0-blog]

This job was big. Several interconnected warehouses, swarming with mobsters. Biker liked a challenge, but couldn’t say he was surprised to see what whoever was making the calls had sent someone else to the same location. 

It was a little too much work even for two people, but sending any more would just complicate things. It was a risky move as it was, he was sure.  He had to admit he hadn’t expected his temporary companion to look the way they did. That attire was far too skimpy for a job like this. And the heels... It was all so impractical. Biker was almost sure it was some sort of joke. 

Nevertheless, he kept his distance, not saying a word to the masked individual as he waited for them to make their move.