#ridestart

[prodigalscns]

there was something about the darkness that either calmed him or set him on edge, and it depended on the night. currently, he was a victim of his own circumstance, sneaking out into the workshop, head tipped down as he concentrated on two things. first, it was the gun in his hand, the pieces dissected carefully, one by one. it was muscle memory mostly, but there was something else there, perhaps a care that was hard to place. the second, the music playing in the background was soothing jazz, the old greats, humming along with the twang in the bass line, barely noticing that the doorway was now occupied. bright eyes were lifted from the task at hand, the distraction he’d crafted out of weaponry, subtle laugh following too closely behind. “to what do i owe the pleasure?” the question was rhetorical, maybe, or maybe it was amusement, it was purposely positioned to be hard to read. @ridereblogs​

[mickxkyle]

“Enough!” Mick yelled as she pushed the two men apart. All she wanted to do was go and have a drink after work, but apparently most of the guys in this town wanted to play whose dick is bigger so here they were. She was standing in between both of them as they shook in anger before showing her badge. “I’m off the clock, but I have no complaints with hauling you two fuckers in if you don’t cool it.” The brunette stared at both of them as they decided that being arrested wasn’t the best thing and dispersed. “Jesus fucking christ.” She muttered as she sat down and picked her beer up again. 

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[athxnafm]

Camilla was in the hospital, another one of their members were dead and they had no actual solid proof on who did the shooting. Don’t make rash choices till you know for sure, Thena. That was all she heard, but if Victoria wasn’t guilty then why wouldn’t she just go to her crew for help and clear her name. No that little bitch was guilty as sin and Athena was going to prove it. Throwing her jacket on, she grabbed her car keys knowing her bike would be too noticeable, and headed out the door. Almost to where her car was parked, Thena was stopped by a person standing in front of her. 

“If i were you, I would move before I make you move.”  @ridereblogs​

[lijahs]

“oh, come on - it says i’m 21, what else do you want me to show you? look, my friends, they’re inside, if you let me in and show you they can tell you -“ just by the look on the bouncer’s face (even if they didn’t really emote all that much) eli could tell that he wasn’t getting anywhere with his pleading. usually, on nights like this when he’d be invited to accompany some of the other diablos to some bar or club in town, he’d be able to enter with the rest of them and not have to worry about a thing - but he’d promised he’d be fine getting in on his own if he came a bit late like he had, the bouncers would recognise him, except he hadn’t prepared for there being someone new at the door. and it wasn’t even as if he could play the diablo card to get in, either - he had brought his license to get in (an altered one for his age, sure, but a bike license nonetheless) but, having come on foot, not his bike, and so now, here he was; stuck outside, alone, in the texan-version-of-cold, probably looking to the others like he’d bailed. he was getting to the point where he was half-considering calling one of the other members for help, something he’d sworn to himself he’d never do, he couldn’t look that helpless in front of them - but it was just at that moment when he spotted someone coming up to the door behind him. hit with an apparently sudden jolt of energy, he gave them a quick glance - “you can vouch for me, can’t you?” he asked, giving them a half-hopeful, half-pleading look before turning back to the bouncer with a small smile.

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[prodigalscns]

there was only so much work one could do before they’d make the mistake of giving themselves away. it was a dangerous game to play, honestly, but damn did he play it well. the bar was familiar, a popular haunt for him, because it still allowed him stray access to the members, cheap drinks, and a chance to hide his own intentions. those same intentions were the reason for the approach, casual, even as charming grin seemed to tug features into it, the expression one that made it hard to say no to the proposition that followed. he rolled on his heels, portraying the role of an innocent perfectly, head nodding back toward the bar to illustrate a point he hadn’t yet made. “if you can beat me, i’ll buy the next round. if you can’t, well, you’re buying the next two.” @ridereblogs​

[prodigalscns]

IF THERE WAS COMFORT to be found at the bottom of an empty bottle, she was certain to find it tonight. Her sin soaked goal of numbing the dull ache of emotional pain was one that continued to linger right out of reach, to taunt her with open, inviting arms only to disappear at the last second. Years of training dictated that she didn’t dare show that weakness thought, and instead features were knotted into firm lines, concentrating on the dart board poised in front of her. 

Eyes narrowed just a bit, like that was going to assist with the way the dart seemed to twist between grip of two fingers, and finally it was let go, leaning her body into the shot she took; just like dear old dad had taught her. Perhaps that was the vaguely tragic truth, that her being raised in tiny bars just like this one resulted in such a oddly specific skill set. Regardless, she could feel the eyes on her, like they were threatening to crawl right up her back at any moment. This annoyance begged to be called out without even turning around to attempt to put a FACE TO A FEELING.

“Alright, tell me what the fuck you want before I have to call Chris Hansen or some shit. To catch a predator would be ashamed of your ass.” 

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[mickxkyle]

It was a right mess, that’s for sure. Two people shot, one dead and the supposed shooter was in the wind. Sitting in her car, Mick was debating on if she should go inside or not. The clubhouse hadn’t changed in the years that she had been gone. More new faces, but everything was still the same, but she knew that she needed to go in and talk to them. Victoria was the suspect and though Mick had no idea who this girl was she felt like she wouldn’t do this. So Mick was using the power she had to try and help her somewhat. Getting out of the car, the woman noticed someone she recognized and ran up to them. “Hey, hey can I talk to you?” @ridereblogs​

[prodigalscns]

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ELBOW CAME TO REST ON THE BAR IN FRONT OF HIM, PALM MAKING THE PERFECT HOME FOR HIS CHIN. That almost wistful smile was hidden behind it for a moment, which was a shame in and of itself. A moment is taken, before lips part for a sigh that matches that expression. “While I do believe that everyone has a right to dress how they please.” He starts, musing more to himself than anything, or anyone else. “And I’m sure I’d be hung on twitter by the small dicks matter movement, which is ironic, in and of itself.....I just don’t feel like one should be out wearing grey sweat pants without the rest of the package. We’ve been robbed a proper dick print and I for one, would like to file a complaint.” 

It was then, and only then that he realized that there was a body, an actual person occupying the stool next to his. It was probably quite unfortunate for them, considering walking in on one of his little heart to hearts with himself, well - should have been awkward, Remi clearly didn’t mind. Instead, there was just a little it of a smirk on his features as he turned, a little more welcoming to the company - and the distraction that would keep him from staring across the bar at said offender. “Right, yes. Well, please say you feel the same way or this might get a little weirder than it already is.”  HE POINTS OUT THE OBVIOUS, BARELY MANAGING TO BITE BACK HIS OWN LAUGHTER.