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[unfortunatescn]

He keeps a reasonable distance -- Finding himself leaning against the street sign at the end of the block as a way to no be noticed, but still get a view of the action. The last thing he needs is for a cop to see him around, after the few weeks he’s had. It’s late afternoon now, he’d finished his shift at the auto shop and wanted to see how the news was being handled across town. With his bike parked around the corner, Andy lit a cigarette and watched the chaos -- It’d calmed down from last he heard this morning, with only a few cop cars around and caution tape surrounding the Dive. It put a smile on his face, a chuckle following. “Ding dong, the witch is dead.” He says to no one in particular, taking another drag from his cigarette. 

[rcina]

Despite Louisiana’s current lack of real fall foliage, Reina’s red heels still manage to pierce through a few leaves as she walks around the Preserve. The air has for once cooled down enough that it actually feels like fall, and Reina’s oddly grateful for the fur coat she’s been forced to wear as part of the matching costume her daughter had coerced her and Jack into. While she usually just opts for a black outfit and fake blood that turns her into some sort of vague vampire person — or better than that, nothing at all — she’s now decked out in a full Cruella de Vil ensemble due to her inherent inability to tell her daughter no. It’s admittedly not a bad look, and she’s at least got an excuse to consistently be smoking at a family event thanks to the long cigarette holder the costume calls for, but Reina’s irritated to have been roped into it anyway and the shitty beer they’re selling at one of the stands isn’t enough to ease her annoyance. 

So finally, after wandering off from the rest of her family in an attempt to find a secluded area, she stumbles upon just that and doesn’t hesitate to pull the flask of Crown apple she’d brought for her and Rowan to share out of her coat pocket. She adds more than her fair share to her styrofoam cup of hot cider, working diligently to make sure she isn’t seen as she does so but her efforts are in vain when she notices someone joining her at the booth she’d decided to hide behind. “It’s apple juice,” she deadpans, lifting an eyebrow as an invitation for her intruder to challenge her about putting apple juice into what is, essentially, just more apple juice. “Is that going to be an issue?”

[hendrixeros]

open to any and all who dare

There was a football game on the TV in the diner. That it was football and one of the teams was the Saints was the beginning and the end of Adrian’s sports knowledge, despite his childhood infatuation with one specific football player. He sipped a beer at the bar, feeling a little to relieved to be anywhere but the Dive and his own shitty trailer. Neither place felt as comfortable now as they had two weeks ago and in a town like Olympus, the number of escapes was limited. Not that he exactly blended in with the sea of black, white, and gold branded apparel that had filed into the diner, either.

He swiped at the game on his phone, arranging colorful patterned tiles into circles. It was mindless enough to put his brain at ease when everything lately made him jump out of his skin.

Though, the eruption of the diner around him into a raucous series of cheers was enough to do the trick. Someone had done something and now the Saints were up by six points and a bunch tiny men lined up on a painted white line. “Think they’ll riot in the streets if the other team comes back for the win?”

[ares--kane]

open to trojan mc members and sirens

The bank job and the warehouse job had gone without a hitch, which Kane had to admit he wasn’t confident in. Considering the team of people he had, fuck ups tended to follow them if they weren’t being serious about the job they were given. It was the reason he grilled them about the plans before they left and made sure whoever fucked up was being demoted back to prospect, no matter how long they’d had their fucking patch. They had been a small, shitty gang for a enough time. This was the time to show that they weren’t just violent idiots, they were people who could strategize and make moves that would truly impact the business side of the Primordials. 

He sat at the end of a table, observing the party going on around him. It was nice in a way to see them celebrate a job well done. It was one of the perks of the president position, he got to enjoy with them when things went well. “Don’t get too fucking hammered. We still have shit to deal with tomorrow.”

[docdcarter]

“... this gruesome scene outside a popular night club in Olympus, Louisiana just one week ago. Authorities are still searching for information on the case, though no suspects have currently been taken into custody. If you have any--”

Damian’s glass hits the countertop harder than he intends. “Jesus Christ,” he mutters to himself, tapping his palm against the polished surface to get the bartender’s attention. “Hey? Excuse me!” When the man makes it to the far end of the bar he takes Damian’s glass and replaces it without a word. “Thanks man, but, hang on,” he says as the young man turns away.

“Can we not with this shit?” he asks, gesturing up to the television mounted above the bar. “There’s gotta be some college football on somewhere right?” Its’s been about a week since Kane was killed and still, the gruesome murder still made the rounds on the afternoon news every day. And every time he had to listen to them talk about having no leads? It was impossible not to roll his eyes. Who else would have done... all of that?

He rakes his fries through the last bit of ketchup clinging to the bottom of the plastic cup before pushing his nearly empty plate away from him. “How many times do they think people need to see that?” He says to the person sitting next to him. “I mean... hell, they expect someone to just call up and solve it for them?”

[trojanrichie]

Call him lame, but he loved the stars. And he loved getting the view of a full moon, especially when it seemed like it was a giant full moon. Those were the best. His head was staring up at the stars before he felt the urge to massage his neck. He took a cigarette out and lit it up, before squinting back up at the sky once more. “Do you really think there’s aliens roaming out there?” He asked to the nearest person, “Do you think they’re avoiding us on purpose?”

[rowanthane]

She’s gone through two rounds of questioning now. Barely nine hours passed since they let her out of her first round before she found herself being hauled into an interrogation room for the ATF’s second stab at her --- they’re frustrated no one’s talking, and that much is obvious even if they try to hide it. Rowan can’t blame them, the clock is running out on this and if they ended up hauling all of them in for nothing, it’s not going to do anything but make them look even more incompetent then she already thinks they do. On the bright side, her dad had managed to sneak her in a pair of flip flops and she’s finally out of the goddamn shoes she’d been wanting to take off since approximately thirty minutes after she arrived at the gala at all. She’s made herself somewhat comfortable --- or as comfortable as any of them can get, she figures. But her fingers press against her temples momentarily, the lack of sleep, the alcohol she had consumed at the event and the stress from the whole thing slowly starting to catch up to her. “What do you think the chances are that clock is bolted to the wall?” she asks, nodding toward the clock on the wall that’s ticking obscenely loud. “’Cause I’m about three seconds away from throwing my shoe at it and hoping it breaks just for some fucking quiet.”

[nike-alves]

Lettie was determined to be outside more often than not now that she had posted bail. Things weren’t looking great. There was a witness that saw her, though she was sure there were others that could come forward. She was going to have to take the fall for Andy, there was no way around it. It made her stomach twist, but she couldn’t just let him go back to prison. She, at least, would get a reduced sentence. He wouldn’t get that lucky. She felt there was no point in making her presence less noticeable than normal, she was sure everyone knew what the charges against her were. Murder. Her lawyers were working on getting that changed, but for now she would be watching soccer moms pull their kids away from her when they saw her in public. So, of course, she wore one of her more obnoxious outfits and made sure to rev her engine before getting out of her car. At this point it was funny to fuck with everyone.

Getting out with her coffee, Lettie slide her little sunglasses down her nose, sneering at a woman who had stopped to stare at her. She pulled up the leg of her red cargo pants, to show off the ankle monitor that had come with her bail,“Don’t worry, Mama, the cops know where I am. You can stop contemplating if you should take out your pepper spray or not.” As the woman scurried away, Lettie let the pant leg drop, but the cuff got stuck on the ankle monitor and she growled at it, but didn’t fix it. Rolling her eyes, she went to walk away before catching another person’s eye. “She was staring, I’m allowed to call her out.”