#open soa rp

[hisrepentance]

                                              & when her halo broke,                                             she carved the two halves

                                       into horns

                                           independent & mutuals only ‘sons of anarchy’ based erica reyes ©

[goneawandering]

“Tell me everything is going to be ok, tell me we’re going to come out of this alive. Make me believe this isn’t all for nothing, this violence isn’t for nothing, that we’ll have a better life beyond this shit...”

[gavelcorrupts-blog]

                       BIG SHOTS SCREAMING               PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE SKY                        PUT ‘EM UP BOY, PUT ‘EM UP               OR YOU’RE GONNA DIE

                                Independent Jax Teller — Selective                  

                                                   Gavelcorrupts

[goneawandering]

Open

"Don't you bleed on my clean fucking floor!" She snapped and threw a towel in hope of stopping anything hitting the now sparkling wood slats. "Sit on that towel, lay on it, just don't move from it while I get my kit."

[goneawandering]

"No no no. Please! Please don't shoot!" Regan held her hands up, panicking now. There was no one that she knew of around, they had all gone out on a run. "Please...."

[pocketfullofsadness]

SOA OPEN STARTER

Bailey had managed to get her ancient jeep Cherokee into the parking lot of Teller Morrow before the engine gave out a dying noise. White smoke plumed from the hood as the raven haired driver screamed slamming her hands against the steering wheel. She couldn’t believe her vehicle had just died on her since she’d gotten it looked at before her spontaneous cross country road trip to see her dear uncle.   

[goneawandering]

Open :)

It had been a long ass grinding ride from Georgia to Charming but he had to be here. Some job that he, in some weird way, was the closest NOMAD to handle, where the fuck was everyone else? Someone had to have been closer than Hunt, but duty called so he left. Storms in Taxas, brutal heat in New Mexico through LA, and by the time he made it to the sleepy town of Charming he was weather beaten and exhausted. Arriving just before 3AM he simply crashed in whatever room he had been directed to, fuck anyone who was still awake.

A hot shower did him good when he finally did wake up, getting himself cleaned up after the past 36 hours of grime and road dirt, feeling much better now that he didnt look like a damned bear with the bushy beard on his face. Kutte settled on his shoulders, the familiar weight bringing a calm over the grumpy NOMAD, Hunt stepped out of the room to greet his brothers. A glance was stolen of a sweetbutt bent over doing God knows what in the hallway and he joined the crew out in the bar. A few greetings, a beer, food, and Hunt was a happy camper.

"'Scuse me?" He turned with an eyebrow raised, a comment having caught his attention. "The fuck you just say?"

[goneawandering]

Open :)

With a heavy sigh the petite Tater stepped into the cool house, the heat outside almost unbearable after such a cold winter, setting the few bags in her hands on the counter. At least the AC was working, otherwise she'd still be shopping, much to her wallets chagrin. With food put away and a beer opened for herself, Regan stood below one of the vents, letting the cool air dry off the sweat, eyes watching out the window.

Footsteps stirred her from her thoughts and she turned, smiled a bit. "Want a beer? It's hot as shit out there..."