Realistic or Modern Jefferson Patriots Motorcycle Club - IC (OPEN)

[Winter_Wolf]

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Herb looked out at the scenery as it flew by--or as he flew by. The rolling grassy hills outside town still had some green in them to complement the pines scattered around on top of them. It felt good to get off the interstate and be back home, where the air seemed a little cooler and cleaner, especially at 10:11 AM. He shifted his eyes towards his crew, looking into the rearview mirror that was perched on his bike's handlebars. The bikers were stretched behind him in fomation, with the orderly pairs taking up the width of the lane. Up ahead, he could see the old familiar outline of a Charger sitting on the side of the road next to the Welcome to Siskiyou Falls sign. But even closer than that, there was a different sign. 40 MPH.

Except Herb wasn't leading the crew at 40 MPH. Once he blew past the sign, the words Siskiyou Falls Police became more visible on the Charger's door. Herb Silverman cracked a little grin and a wave, as he locked aviators with the officer inside. It took just a moment or two before each man passed the Charger, and all that the officer was left looking at were the back patches.

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The officer pulled out, with just a single flip of the lights and sirens. Both Herb and him knew that there was a long turnout up around the bend. It took the officer a few moments to get up to speed, and when he caught up, the bikers were all pulling into the turnout. He took a sip of his coffee and sighed as he exited the vehicle and walked up the line to Herb.

"You got something to tell me or what, Herb?"

"No officer, just enjoying the countryside," Herb smirked, "but, Donnie, I do have something to give you." Silverman reached into a bag and pulled out a baggie of marijuana, which he handed to the cop.

"Ah, now that's the stuff. I guess the expo went well then?"

"Yes it did. Is that all? Say, who's cooking at Jenny's this morning? You can't get those biscuits and gravy just anywhere."

"Well I got something to tell you--currently no one. We got a call earlier this morning about a smashed window over at the diner. There was a brick with a note attached. This is what it said," Donnie pulled out a small piece of notebook paper with the words copied on it, and showed it.

"Get up here," Herb motioned to his Sergeant at Arms and Roadmasters, but especially to Jerome "Blade" Bennett. He knew that Jenny's was his joint. When Jerome arrived, Herb handed over the note to him, which said Fuck off. First warning.

"Do you have any clue what this is about?" Herb asked Jerome. He was open to input from the others as well, "hell, either way, we need to saddle back up and get over there."

 

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The sun beat down, the warmth radiating off the asphalt while the wind pressed against Carl's body. He rode back left of Herb as the Boss's Sergeant at Arms. The J.P.M.C formation roared down the open road, each ride was something Carl treasured, this was where he was one with himself, where he was most calm, "The open road keeps me from the worst." is something he's said before, in a more darker conversation. Soon enough hey were once again surrounded by familiar scenery that belonged to Siskiyou Falls. The Boss waved at a cop that was hidden behind the welcome sign of the area. A moment later red and blue filled Carl's mirrors and the group stopped at a bend in the road. Carl let his bike idle about twenty feet away from Herb, sitting there with his hands on his lap, his right ready to draw his weapon.

The squad car passed him and pulled off the road in front of the formation. He watching the officer like a hawk, ready to do what must be done to ensure Herb's safety. their conversation was muffled in his ears while Carl was focused but it was definitely in good terms. A couple of items were passed between the two and the Boss motioned for the Road Masters and himself to come to the front. "I will go with Bennett to check this out if you are alright with it" Carl suggested to the Boss, this was a serious matter which infuriated him, but his suggestion was ultimately up to Herb, and if Jerome wanted another instead of him he was fine as long as they reported what they found...

 

[Misty Gray]

Jerome Bennett​

It had been eleven years since Jerome was released from jail following his eight year sentence, yet he still appreciated the open, fresh air as much as he had the moment he stepped out of the prison grounds to his freedom. What better way to appreciate the beautiful outside world than on his bike on the open road? As was normal, Jerome dropped back close behind the group to ensure none of the members became separated from the rest and that everyone made it back in one piece. His admiration of the hills and scenery around him was soon tarnished as the sight of the stationary cop car registered with him. He didn't like the police, but he always took the political move of cooperating and feigning respect towards them. When it came down to it, he would do what was best for the group and he certainly had no intention of getting himself sent back to the slammer.

The brief sound of the siren and the flash of the Charger lights were enough to tell Jerome the group needed to slow down so they could pull into the side of the road. Jerome slowed to a stop before getting up off his motorcycle and propping it up. He kept a small distance from Herb and the cop, taking a moment to light up a cigarette and take a breather. He noticed Herb hand the drugs to the cop but his features showed no acknowledgement of the exchange. It wasn't until he was beckoned over by the leader that he displayed his active attention. He took a long drag of his smoke before tossing the cigarette on the floor and stubbing it out under his boot.

Along with his close friend, Tommy, as well as Carl, Jerome approached Herb to see was the apparent trouble was. He was soon handed a note which had accompanied the brick that had been thrown through one of his diner windows. Jerome tightened his jaw as he read the words on the paper. In his time riding with the JPMC and certainly his time in jail, Jerome had no doubts he'd made quite a few enemies. Though his mind was telling him the message was likely aimed at the group as they frequented the diner, the fact his business had been targeted made it difficult not to take it personally. He had a great group of employees running the place for him, but he was sure they would need him to confirm whether they should open or not. Especially Victoria. The 50-year-old did a great job at keeping the place under control, but she fretted too much, especially about Jerome and the JPMC members. She worried more than Jerome's own mother did, not to mention nagging him to join the dating scene. His love life was a work in progress, but he was sure it was progressing.

"I have no idea," he answered Herb, his voice low and clearly irritated. "I don't recall pissing anyone off lately... certainly no more than usual," he lightly remarked. The presence of the cop was doing wonders at keeping Jerome's anger in check. Whilst he may well have ideas of what he'd do to whoever had attacked his business, he certainly wasn't going to show it in the present company. Instead, he quickly nodded at the suggestion they head back.

Carl offered to join him to check out the diner, to which Jerome nodded his head. He was sure it was wise not to go alone, even if simply to have another's perspective on the situation. Perhaps there were even witnesses around who might be able to help. Jerome looked to Herb to receive the man's confirmation as to who should attend to the diner.

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Mentions: LindsMagee (Thomas, Tempest)

 

[lette]

Billy took in the scene as he drove, he was a stranger. The hills the colors, it was all still new. He was used to passing crop fields filled with corn, cotton and tobacco. When he lived back south he loved riding his bike to the farm he worked on everyday, it was relaxing. This was just really different. He was going on his third month being here and his second month if being with the club. He still felt like an outsider, how could he not? He loved the brothers he had gained, or well he was trying to gain, but something still felt off. He watched the men before him all strong and confident. Trying to figure out if he could ever really be just like them, it scared him. He was used to being the head of the family and now he's the bottom, not that he minded. He just wanted to know that he could prove himself.

He was caught off guard by the sound of the siren pulling up behind them. Was he really that deep in thought that he didnt noticed a cop car? That would have been a mistake that could have cost him in his last line of business. Luckily he had saved up enough money to stop that life, other than a few low dealers here or there, and focus on the club and his mechanics.He slowed down with the rest of the group and pulled over to the side of the road. He watched the exchange between Herb and the cop out the corner of this eye. He was still learning the ways of the group and watching this just made a lot of things click. He wasnt close enough to hear what they were saying but he watched as 3 other members were summoned to the front.

He looked down at his boots moving dirt around with he tip of them. While he waited on the fill-in. He knew better than to stair, especially with Rottie being called up. He had a feeling that guy didnt like him and he didnt really want to get on his bad side. He kept glancing between the huddled group and the open road still so strange to him. "Damn this is still weird" he mumbled to himself. He glanced up to see that everyone had a serious look on there face and Jerome seemed pissed. He didn't know what was going on but he definitely wanted in on the action.

 

[LindsMagee]

Breathing in the fresh and familiar air of Siskiyou Falls, Tommy felt at home again. The familiar landscape never failed in welcoming him home. Neither did the cops. Riding behind Carl, Tommy was one of the first riders to catch sight of the cop, but he wasn’t surprised. It was usual that some of the policemen would buy from the JPMC, in exchange for turning a blind eye to some of the illegal activities they took part in. As the group stopped, Tommy lit up a cigarette, feeling the familiar calm start to set in after a couple long smokes. He never payed that much attention to what Herb did with the cops, but began to pay more attention as the cop started saying something about Jerome’s place. Looking back as Herb called him, Tommy watched Jerome make his way to where he and a couple other higher-ranking members were standing around the officer.
As Jerome was informed about what happened and handed the note, Tommy could tell practically see the irritation coming off of him in waves. So someone thought they could mess with a member’s joint? Tommy almost laughed at the thought, most people stayed out of their way. Suddenly, he though of his sister, Tempest, and why she hasn’t said anything about this… Tempest probably headed over as soon as she heard what happened, if she wasn’t already there when it did happen. Some of the JPMC would probably head straight there with Herb to check everything out, make sure no one was hurt or shaken up.
Thinking about who did it was a hard task seeing as the JPMC had made many enemies as individuals and the group as a whole. Whoever did it would have hell to pay though. “I’ll go check out the place as well if that’s ok. Temp is probably over there as it is, I should make sure she’s ok.” Tommy added after Carl. He then looked at Jerome, one of the guys he was closest to, and said “We’ll get this sorted quick”. Though it might not help, he could tell Jerome might need the reassurance.

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[Winter_Wolf]

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"Alright, Jerome and Tommy, you two go check it out, and make sure your kid sister's okay. Take Archie and French," Herb motioned towards two of the three patch Members who were along for the ride, "Rottie and I will take Brews and the Prospect back to hold down the clubhouse. No telling who or what's coming, where. We'll see you back at the clubhouse when you're done. Pass the word down." Silverman wanted everyone to know where they were going.

"Ah hell, I'll get you through the tape, no problem," officer Donnie volunteered. Trouble seemed to be in the air again, and it almost made him want to know what the Jeffs had done this time. But then, it was also moments like this that made him feel quite a bit like Sergeant Schultz from Hogan's Heroes when he stumbled across the prisoners' nefarious activities--I see nothing! I hear nothing! I know nothing!

Herb glanced at Tommy and Jerome and nodded his acceptance of the help. As Donnie headed back to his car, Herb adjusted his helmet and then turned his bike back on, signaling that the talk was over. He waited until everyone was ready to go and knew where they were going, before pulling out behind Donnie's police car. It only took a minute to get close to the main part of the town, with the aptly named Main Street visible up ahead. As they thundered down Main, Herb turned his head to the left to see the front of Jenny's Diner with its shattered glass. Onlookers stood outside the crime scene tape. He would've liked to check it out in detail himself--it irked him that someone did this. But the clubhouse was always his first concern when things got heated. It was guarded by some Members and Prospects who didn't go out of town, of course. Herb just preferred to play it safe.

Silverman gestured towards the diner with his left arm, and looked in his rear view mirror to ensure Jerome, Tommy, Archie, and French were breaking off to park. Donnie pulled into a slot in front of Papa Vato's Cigars and got out to make sure the bikers could check the scene. Meanwhile Herb took Carl, Billy, and Brews right off Main Street a couple blocks to park at the garage and clubhouse.

"Are any of you capable of making me some goddamned biscuits?" Herb asked the others as soon as the rumbling engines quieted down, "what about you Prospect? Come on, let's go in." His tone had a discernible edge to it. He didn't like feeling vulnerable and in the dark to whoever this adversary was.

 

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Isabella

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To say Bella hadn't had a good day so far was an understatement.

First, the hot water at her place had gone out. The entire apartment complex had no hot water; she could hear the neighbors complaining through the paper thin walls. One cold shower later, she realized that she'd forgotten to dry her clothes from the night before. Someone had been nice enough to take her wet clothes out of the washer and dump them on top of a table. They were soaked, even when she'd gone to check on them this morning.

Thankfully, her extra shirt wasn't that dirty. It would pass for one day. So after donning her work uniform, she'd gone out to her car only to find that it wouldn't start. Walking or an uber were her only options; she opted for the former. It was cheaper. So after arriving to work twenty minutes late for the opening shift, she'd been in the middle of helping the others do the opening tasks when a fucking brick flew through the window.

She'd been standing at the window next to the one that shattered; glass had rained down on her, the floor, the tables. Tiny shards of death glittered heavily in the early sunlight, and an eerie silence had fallen over the restaurant afterwards. Bella craned her head to read the note taped on the brick, and felt her blood run cold.

Who would threaten them like that?

Who was the threat actually for?

Time seemed to start moving again slowly, and now Bella found herself outside of the diner with a few other employees. She stood a few feet away from most of them, smoking a cigarette. The biker gang could be heard a mile away, and she watched them enter the parking lot without a word.

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[LindsMagee]

Tempest Rhys

It was almost as soon as she returned home that morning that Tempest’s phone began to ring. She had gotten back from her morning run and was in the shower when the phone read that Victoria was calling. It wasn’t odd that she was calling, the two knew each other pretty well, but it was odd that Victoria would call her during her working hours. Though, many people tended to call Tempest in times of need for her help or her brothers, she couldn’t imagine what could’ve happened at the diner. Her heart ran cold as she heard the shaky and upset voice on the other end of the line telling her that the diner had just been threatened. Hair still sopping wet, Tempest rushed there as soon as she threw on clothes. She couldn’t believe she couldn’t have guessed that the enemies of the club would do something while most of the club was out of town, attack when they’re weaker like cowards.

There were employees and customers alike standing out front, some looked shaken up, but thankfully no one looked injured. One of the large front windows was completely shattered with glass showering the floor inside the diner. It was awful sight to see, and she couldn’t imagine the fear that it would spark in employees and customers alike. That was probably the goal of the attack, make people feel like the JPMC couldn’t protect them, make people fear living near the club and engaging with them. The thought made her sick, as well as the thought of what Jerome’s reaction would be. This was his diner and his friends and family worked there, it was a personal attack. With a sick feeling in her stomach, Tempest walked up to Victoria and gave her a hug, looking over her to make sure she was ok before asking “What happened, are you ok?”. In the distance the rumble of motorcycles grew closer and closer.​

Misty Gray

 

[lette]

Ava left work early with all of her papers done and stacked neatly. With it being such a small school she didnt have much to do everyday, but for paid a decent amount. She walked to her car going over the things she needed to do that day "I need to go to the bank, I can probably stop at the dinner for something to eat, I have to go grocery shopping...oh and my car has been making that funny noise". She rambled on to herself about everything as she climbed in and made her way to the bank.

The bank was directly in front of the dinner. She decided to park in front of the dinner and walked across the road to the bank. It took longer than she expected to make her deposit, and it put her in kind of a huffy mood. She always had problems depositing the money her dad sends her because of how much it is. She always gets looks and questions. How hard is it to comprehend her father sends her the money. She rolled her eyes and walked out. Just as she took a step out the bank she heard a shatter. She looked up to see the glass of the dinner gone and in peices. She looked around the see what happened but nothing seemed out of the ordinary. She ran over to the dinner to make sure everyone was ok. She seen a couple of girls that she knew fairly well there from eating there so much. She walked over to them " tempest, Victoria! Are yall ok?". That's when she noticed the brick. She knew the jpmc was here alot and wonder if this had anything to do with that. She noticed a crowd starting to assemble around the dinner.

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[Misty Gray]

Jerome Bennett​

Jerome listened as Tommy offered to go to the diner with them. His eyebrows subtly raised upon hearing mention that Tempest was likely on the scene already. At first, his reaction had been due to his fondness for the woman, but it was soon overwritten with concern. He didn't want anyone over at the diner to be in danger and so he was eager to get there to ensure any threat was gone. Jerome nodded his head in acknowledgement when Tommy told him they'd get the situation sorted out, appreciating the man's reassurance. It was always easier to be the one supporting others and taking care of their troubles. When it was himself who had been targeted, it felt strange to him to be on the receiving end of help.

On Herb's word, Jerome soon hopped back onto his bike so he could set off along with Tommy, Archie and French. The cop had offered his assistance in getting them through the tape. Jerome accepted the offer for the sake of being cooperative. With or without Donnie's help, he intended on giving himself access to his own premises. "Alright, guys. Let's get going."

When they reached Jenny's diner, there were quite a few curious onlookers on the scene, as well as a couple of Jerome's employees and other familiar faces. Jerome parked up his bike before approaching the group of women he already knew. Whilst he was eager to check over the diner for evidence and damage, his first concern was that those he knew were all okay.

"Yes, I'm okay," Veronica answered Tempest and Ava. Despite her words, the woman did look perturbed and her words had faltered slightly. "Y'know. Nothing a few straight gins won't solve," the red-headed woman added. The recognisable sound of motorcycles approaching helped to calm the older woman, associating them with protection.

Jerome joined the women; Tempest, Ava and Veronica, presumably with Tommy and the other two men with him. He also sighted Isabella nearby and beckoned her over. His eyes were then drawn to Tempest, his focus perhaps resting on her for a little too long. Figuring Veronica and Isabella were both working inside the diner when the window was smashed, he then set his attention on them, looking them over for any visible harm glass shattering into the place might have caused. "Did any of you get hurt?" he asked, the concern evident within his clear frustration. Knowing those associated with the group might be very closed about what information they would give over to the cops, he wondered if they had any information for the JPMC. "Did anyone see what happened? Did you see who through the brick, were they on a bike, in a car?" he asked them. The sooner they could find out who was responsible, the sooner they could act. Retaliate, if Jerome's present mood was anything to go by. His employees, friends and business had been attacked, so he couldn't take that lightly.

Spoiler: Diner Interior

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[lette]

Billy followed suit as everyone returned to their bikes and started to head out. The atmosphere seemed a little more serious opposed to the enjoyment ride they were having before. As they made their way into town bill noticed a commotion up ahead around the diner. As the past he watched the 3 men ahead of him go to the scene. When the diner front came into view for him he seen the damage of the window and a few people inside and out very shaken. So that's what all the fuss was about. He continued ahead with the rest of his brothers to the club house.

He turned off his bike and began walking inside with everyone. Herbs question caught him off guard. He thought for a moment pulling out the deepest memories of him growing up cooking for his siblings. It just so happens he did have a recipe he could use. A small smirk spread across his face "yes sir, I actually do" he made his way to the small kitchen in the clubhouse to see what ingredients they had. He had just enough of what he needed to make his biscuits and gravy. He began getting his supplies together along with some of the sausages they had in the freezer and began cooking everyone breakfast. "It shouldn't be to long" he called out.

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[LindsMagee]

Tommy waited until Jerome hopped on his bike before heading after him. No doubt he wanted to get there as soon as he could to make sure everyone was ok and assess the physical damage. He knew it would be hard for Jerome to be the victim of the attack for once, rather than helping others around him, but the JPMC could and would handle it. When they arrived on scene, many people were snapping photos and trying to get information, probably to spread gossip like wild fire. Tommy let out a sigh of relief when he spotted his sister and a few of the girls affiliated with the club all safe and sound. He noticed Jerome sparing Tempest a glance, but didn’t care much, he knew the two had a thing for each other and Jerome was one of his closest friends. Anger crossed his features as he saw the damage, it was lucky that no one was hurt by the glass or the brick itself. It was only a warning, but it was an attack on the club and they would need to get it sorted quickly.
There was a blonde he hadn’t seen around as much, but she seemed to be concerned for Veronica and Tempest, so Tommy considered her a friend of the club. Rubbing a hand through his hair, he walked up to where Jerome was talking to the ladies and made eye contact with his sister. After asking if she was ok and getting a good response he said “Hey Temp, I don’t know if I want you working tonight after this. If they try to do something to the club…” he trailed off, knowing he’d get a bad response out of her.

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[LindsMagee]

Tempest Rhys

Four bikes rolled up and from what Tempest could tell it was her brother, Jerome, and two others that she couldn’t recognize from the distance. As they parked and walked up to her, Victoria, and Ava, Victoria made a joke about the situation being nothing a drink wouldn’t fix. “If you want to stop by the bar later, I’ll fix you up your favorite” she promised Victoria, though everyone associated the JPMC usually frequented the upstairs bar of her brother’s club anyways. Jerome reached the little group first, and she held his gaze, wondering if he was doing okay after coming home and receiving this news. She snapped out of it as he asked the group questions about what happened. “Victoria called when it happened, and I got here as soon as I could but didn’t see anyone leaving. I talked to a few regulars, but no one was paying attention until after it happened and even then they were more focused on making sure everyone was ok than seeing who did it, I’m sorry.” She responded, looking at Jerome. She hoped Victoria or someone else would have some valuable clues as to what exactly happened and who did this.

When her brother walked up, Tempest could tell he was about to say something she wouldn’t like, but she wasn’t expecting to hear that he didn’t want her to work that night. “Tommy that’s what whoever did this wants, they wants the club to be scared about what they could do, but I’m not going to play into that. I’ll be fine and the club will probably meet there tonight anyways” she guessed. Tempest understood her brother’s worry, after all she was his only family member left by blood, and though he had the JPMC too, he was protective of her after everything that had happened to them. She thought he still felt bad about not realizing what her ex had been doing as well, but she couldn’t convince him it wasn’t her fault. Without waiting for her brother’s response, Tempest turned to Victoria and offered “While you talk to Jerome I can find a broom and help start sweepin’ up this mess if you want?”.

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[Winter_Wolf]

"Honey, you need to fuck off with your cash and that...long roll of quarters in your pants, and find some hoe that's open for business! Because I'm done with that shit! "

Rhodesia was indeed done with it, and didn't care who knew. She'd hitchhiked a depressingly short distance compared to what she hoped to accomplish, to get away from that life. She hoped to maybe even make it straight to Oregon, but she was stuck in Weed, California. And yet a couple young men still had to ruin her smokes outside the gas station convenience store by propositioning her. They grumbled as they went away, but the important part was that they went away.

Just beyond where the two guys stood previously, a man sat on his motorcycle. He probably couldn't keep from noticing or hearing the spectacle. Rhodesia didn't see any outlaw MC patches on him, but she didn't care too much either way. She hoped he'd be going in her direction, which was northwards. Maybe even as far as Oregon or Washington if she were lucky. She just needed to get away. Rhodesia walked over to him and addressed him.

"Are you going north? I'm hoping for Oregon or Washington, but I'll settle for Yreka, Siskiyou Falls, or any point north, honestly. Let's go. I'm Rhodesia."

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[Funeral]

Cruz

Watching the entire exchange take place, Cruz was momentarily distracted from figuring out how to get to his destination from the spectacle that unfolded in front of him. "A girl like that..................not taking anyone's shit, has to be related to Ryder's club friends, the JPMC" he thinks to himself.

The girl approaches as the other two men leave dejected. "She has some balls telling two guys to fuck themselves and then coming up to me with prison tats on my arms..............maybe she has a death wish too. Maybe she doesn't care" he thinks.

"Lady, I don't know you." He responds to her request. "I was locked up for a long time. Everyone I know is dead or missing. Last time I trusted someone I got stabbed in the ribs all for a sandwich in the joint" he pulls out a cigarette from his sleeve pocket and lights it up.
"And I just saw you rip those two guys assholes apart. The Nazi skinhead racist fuck I shared a cell with was nicer than you." He shakes a cigarette halfway out the pack and offers it to her.

"How do I know you won't rip me a new asshole like two guys that just left? Oregon is a long trip" He says with a small laugh. "And how do you know I'm not a creep like them? I know it's not my pretty face" he says with a small smirk.

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[Winter_Wolf]

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Rhodesia
Rhodesia ran her fingers through her hair and cocked her head a little as she listened to the man. She was still breathing a little heavily, and could feel her heart thumping faster than it had been normally in the past day already. She'd never gotten so riled up before in recent memory, certainly not in the act of scaring off potential male company, so she was taken aback even by herself. It was actually exhilarating, freeing, for a moment.

Yet the man brought her down to Earth a little bit, and Rhodesia figured she probably needed that, especially if she was trying to catch a ride with him. Or anyone else for that matter. The smoke he offered looked just like what she needed too. As Rhodesia reached for the smoke, she felt her hand still shaking a little from the excitement.

"Ah fuck, I need this," Rhodesia breathed with a tiny smile, looking at the cigarette she managed to pluck out, "I got my blood up, I'm not usually like that but I've had enough. Sorry. Look, unless your name is Dewey Rogers and you got a total face and body lift, and some prison ink within the last day or so I guess you're not the guy I'm worried about." She lit the cigarette and dragged on it, blowing out the smoke.

"Thanks for the smoke. Which way are you going? Like I said, I'm good to go anywhere vaguely north--it doesn't have to be Oregon."



Herb Silverman
Herb was pleased to hear that the Prospect could make some biscuits and gravy. He was pretty sure he remembered that Billy was from biscuits and gravy country originally.

"Good, I knew we were entertaining your prospective membership for a reason--isn't that right, Rottie?" Herb added, after entering the clubhouse.

Carl, Rottie, was a good Sergeant-at-Arms by Herb's reckoning. He was strong and loyal to both him and the MC, but Herb knew he wasn't too fond of the Prospective Members. There were a few of them, but Billy seemed to be the most promising in his first couple months. There were no major screw ups, anyways, which was promising in its own right. Barring atrocious quality or flavor, which he didn't expect, Herb naturally wouldn't hold any biscuit and gravy shortcomings against Billy. However he figured that letting Rottie judge them might lighten the mood for the time being. It was an awkwardly tense time after the diner incident, but there wasn't much to do until the guys at the diner reported back.


Victoria

Victoria felt more at ease with club members and Tempest present. The support was comforting in the wake of the sudden incident, in which any one of the employees or customers could've gotten knocked straight in the head or cut up. However, she was still somewhat disturbed by it all, and it couldn't help but come out in her words. After making her gin comment, Tempest promised "if you want to stop by the bar later, I'll fix you up your favorite."

"Honey, I'll be there," replied Victoria.

When Jerome approached and checked in with the employees, Victoria tried to recall the moments before the brick flew in. It wasn't that long ago, but it seemed so sudden. She now knew why they say "it all happened so fast." She couldn't remember seeing or hearing anything of real note.

"I'm trying to rack my brain, but I just don't know. I don't think there was a car or motorcycle. We might've noticed that fleeing the scene. Seems more likely." Victoria sighed and frowned, although she blew air out her nostrils in amusement of her next thought.

"Well...actually....you know what? This is probably stupid, but I watch some of those cop shows and they always say 'even the slightest detail can help.' Well anyways, I thought I caught a glimpse of one of those punk teenagers riding out of sight on a bike a moment after the glass broke. Corey Martinez if I had to guess. Bicycle of course--you all would probably kick their lowlife asses if they tried on some motorcycles, assuming you haven't already. Anyways, as soon as I saw him through the windows I kept my eye on him like I usually do, but I looked away for just a moment, and...you see what happened. They mostly keep to themselves, though, but who knows. Maybe they're smoking something new."

 

[Boondox]

FINNEGAN BLACK

Finnegan knew the gang had a small trip planned today but he had some stuff to finish up at the shop before he could meet up with them. Doing a lot of the gangs mechanical work came in handy for them as they also respected his line of work. The bell rang to the front of the shop, Finnegan stepped out from underneath a vehicle that was up in the air, supported by the hoist of course. Moving into the main lobby he glanced around to find an older man staring at him "Hello young Finnegan!" The elderly man exclaimed. Gerald Dozer had been a long time customer of Finnegan's. A smile appeared on his scruffy face "Gerald! I was just going to call you, your excursion is all ready to go ... AGAIN" Finnegan paused to give him a scolding, yet teasing look "You really should look into a newer vehicle my friend, this one is eating your bank account" The older man smiled an waved a hand "You never mind young man, I am allowed to enjoy myself, much like yourself" At his last remark he peered around Finnegan to point at the motorcycle sitting beside the door to enter the garage. Finnegan shrugged his shoulders an heaved a heavy sight "Okay old man" With that the two took care of the financial ordeal an the man was on his way. Stepping back into the garage he finished up on changing the oil out of that piece of junk.

Finnegan moved to the office of his shop and quickly changed out of his shop suit an into his normal attire, which was light wash jeans with some rips and a bit of grease stains, black steel toed boots with a plain black t-shirt, his jacket and hat. Grasping his sunglasses off the desk he moved to his bike that was just positioned in the corner of the shop. Wheeling it out he closed all the doors an locked them up tight before placing himself in his favourite seat. The engine roared viciously to life as he then shifted it into gear and came thundering down the road.

It didn't take Finn long to realise something was wrong, he was on his way to the clubhouse but thought about stopping in at the diner. Glass was all over the side walk and the Diner looked like it was in rough shape. Finn made sure to rev the bike loud, so whoever was there, knew he was coming. Finn made sure to have a chain wrapped around the handle bars of his bike, they were a good weapon to use if you needed something fast. Shutting off the machine he noticed some familiar bikes and headed into the diner, swiftly at that, he had the chain wrapped in one of his fists "What the hell happened? I go away for a few hours to work on some stuff and I miss everything" Finnegan had a deep, rough toned voice with a slight country twang to it, it was unmistakable at that.
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[apolla]

Isabella

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location: outside of the diner

with: Ava ( lette ); Victoria ( Winter_Wolf ); Tempest ( LindsMagee ); Jerome ( Misty Gray );

tags: same as above; if I missed you I'm so sorry!

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Although Bella hadn't been in this town her whole life, it was obvious that it was a tight knit community that protected their own. A small part of her yearned to be a part of that, but her pride didn't allow her to open up to anyone. Eventually, people would stop trying, and she could just live her life. Work, go home, repeat.

There had to be something more to life than that, though.

Noticing some of the guys dismounting and gathering around Tempest, Ava, and Veronica, Isabella took one last drag from her cigarette before tossing it. When she was motioned over, she ambled in that direction slowly, arms placed on her hips as she listened to the others talk. "I didn't see anything." She shook her head, glancing over at the shattered window of the diner. "Wasn't really looking outside."

She wanted to be of more help, but didn't have much more to offer. Thankfully, though, it seemed that Victoria had seen something after all. Isabella tried to rack her brain as the other girl spoke, but she'd been so lost in her own thoughts as she tried to open the diner that no, nothing came to mind. With a slight huff, she settled back, content to listen.

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[Funeral]

Cruz

As Rhodesia took the cigarette and took the edge off, Cruz realized maybe she wasn't as crazy as the Inmates in Pelican Bay. "She has a past, a life she wants to get away from too". He knew better than to ask questions. The stuff he's had to do in the streets and in prison to survive, he wish he could escape it and wish it didn't shape the man who he is today. Maybe she's not happy with the person she is today. Or maybe she's not a bad person, just wants a new start.

"I................I get it. Anywhere but here. Truth is I'm not going anywhere and I don't have any plans for tomorrow, the next day, or any other day. But tonight I do. I'll give you a lift where you need to go but first I have one stop. Siskiyou Falls" he says.

Winter_Wolf

 

[lette]

Ava
Ava heard the familiar sound of the bikes approaching. She relaxed seeing the familiar faces approaching her. Her eyes quickly scanned the small group for one member in particular. Managing to hide her disappointment when she realized he wasnt there, she turned back to the conversation. She listened to everyone trying to rack her brain with anything that could be helpful. She almost shrugged it off as not knowing untill Victoria jogged her memory. "Yeah I seen the same kid on the bike" she thought for a moment "yeah... I had just walked out the bank..I heard the shatter, looked up, I did see him but I didnt think anything of it". She scanned the group one more time taking in everyone's face still wondering if she still wanted to be a part of this group. She took note of the other member to join them. She still didnt remember any names that well. Only a certain few. She sighed racking her brain one more time.
Winter_Wolf M misty LindsMagee apolla Boondox

Billy
Billy laughed at Herbs comment about keeping him around for something. He just finished up the last piece of sausage and putting everything on plates. He crossed his fingers sighing and saying a quick prayer before grabbing the plates and walking out the kitchen. He put a plate down in front of Herb and Carl then quickly walking back and grabbing the other plates and his own. He knew Carl didn't like him, but he hoped he was atleast making some sort of progress with him, hell, with anyone for that matter. The stood against the wall eating his own breakfast as he waited for everyone's response and to be filled in on exactly what was happening.
Winter_Wolf Gradous13

 

[Gradous13]

Carl followed Herb's instructions and mounted up, his bike still at idle he waited for the boss to take off. Carl agreed with Herb's plan, made sense to him besides, Carl was gettin hungry anyways, the J.P.M.C always had food at the house. The ride to the diner was short and those who went to investigate broke off while the rest rode back to the club. "Im fuckin starved" Carl thought to himself as he pulled into the lot, parking his bike ten feet from the door. As the rest dismounted Carl watched the street before entering the club house last. Closing the door behind him, Carl replied with a tone of compliance rather than sincerity to the Boss's statement about Billy, though that was his usual pitch "I do have to agree with ya, Herb" he said and made his way into the latrine. a minute later was the sound of water turning on for a moment then stopping. Carl left the bathroom and into the kitchen where Billy was cooking up breakfast.

"I aint gonna bullshit you, you've got more promise than most, dont be mistaken cause I still dont like ya... but I will tell ya that these next months, you better be on your A game and that aint cause of whats goin on at the diner." Carl took a step away from what Billy was cooking up and fired up a smoke "The others, -exhales- they dont fuckin get it and think this is a game, that's why most of 'em are gone" Carl pushed the half smoked cigarette into an ash tray he kept at the kitchen bar as he got his food. "Ever hear the expression, it’s always darkest before the dawn?" Carl asked rhetorically and dug in. There was always something that would test a Prospects mettle, something Herb would come up with, or maybe a suggestion from a Road Master but most of the time Carl was the one to give that test.

He paused after his first bite before damn near inhaling the rest. Carl let out a long sigh, satisfied with his now full stomach... "What in the hell did you use for seasoning?"

 

[Winter_Wolf]

Rhodesia

Rhodesia was slightly perplexed by the man's reply at first. He didn't have any plans? Then again, she knew that she didn't have any solid plans for herself in the first place. All she did have was a satchel with a few pieces of jewelry, some cash, a mostly full plastic 375 of Jim Beam, and a compact .38, all courtesy of Dewey Rogers. He was definitely not okay with this. He gave her the jewelry as gifts, but she stole away (with) the other things during her escape. If she had planned it better, Rhodesia probably would've packed an extra change of clothes. Although motels had showers, and she could always wash clothes in the sink. Above all, the piece gave her some reassurance, even if she feared the moment that she might have to use it on Dewey himself. Rhodesia doubted that anything else would work on him.

“Siskiyou Falls is fine, that's all I could ask really," Rhodesia replied to the man as she took another drag on the cigarette, and tried to appreciate her all-too-familiar freedom.

"I guess I'll hop on then. What's your name?"


Herb Silverman

As Carl left for the bathroom and the kitchen, Herb turned in his seat to talk to Brews. Brews was taking a small sample of a yellowish liquid in a shot glass behind the bar.

"How's the orange juice turning out, Brews?"

"Decently drinkable, boss" he nodded, dropping a hydrometer into the carboy, "based on the gravity reading...easily 16%."

"Well, I'll bite, I'll have a pour, if no one else."

Brews was known for his homemade hooch, partly based on his interest in chemistry. He was checking up on his 9 month old honey wine, and transferred a few ounces worth into a glass for Herb Silverman. Herb received the glass and sniffed it a second before speaking.

"Now what did you use in this?'

"The usual. Organic oranges and raw unfiltered honey from the farmer's market, Sunmaid raisins, Earl Grey tea, and stream water," Brews recounted, adjusting his glasses.

"You're a hipster nerd, Brews, but that's some pretty good juice."

"Can I get you some of my water of life, boss? It's rockin' at...about...110 proof."

"Shit, eh, we better hold off on that for the time being. At least until the others get back."

Around that time, Billy came out with the food he'd been waiting for. Herb received it and dug in, but he ate at a more leisurely pace than Carl. Not that it wasn't good, but he couldn't begin to inhale it like his Sergeant-At-Arms had. Herb raised an eyebrow at his question about the spicing, and waited curiously for an answer.

 

[Misty Gray]

Jerome Bennett​

Despite his irritation at the situation, Jerome remained patient as Veronica stood trying to think back for anything she might have scene - any clues as to who was behind the window being smashed and the unwelcome message left for them. She eventually mentioned seeing a teenager riding around on a cycle just before the brick had been thrown through the diner window. Jerome raised a curious eyebrow as the woman spoke, trying to find a valid reason that meant it had all been an accident or a misunderstanding. However, the message that had been attached to the brick was loud and clear. This was intentional. Surely, however, it wasn't just some youths causing trouble. Ava backed up Veronica's sighting of the teenager on the bike, causing Jerome to slowly nod his head.

"Well, I don't believe this was just some kind of joke," he spoke up. "Either way, does anyone know where the kid would be now? I'd quite like to know what the fuck this whole thing is about. He'd be pretty damn stupid to just do this for fun. There's got to be more behind it. Someone must have put him up to it," he suspiciously suggested. "What do you lot think?" he asked. He looked to the others but particularly to Tommy, who he trusted would speak honestly, even if it meant telling Jerome he was overreacting.

LindsMagee (Tommy, Tempest) apolla (Isabella) lette (Ava)​

 

[LindsMagee]

“We’ll talk about this later” Tommy told Tempest coldly before looking at the shattered window. Waiting for Victoria’s response, he had a few guesses about who could’ve done this but was a bit surprised when she said one of the local teens was there. Why would a teen do it unless he was put up to it, or wanted to look cool to his friends for sticking it to the club. It didn’t make sense that some dumb kid would put himself at odds with the club unless he was put up to it. The note on the brick was a threat and wouldn’t be taken lightly, and no one around here would venture as far as threatening their club knowing how it would end for them. Tommy ran a hand through his hair, thinking about the various possibilities. When Jerome spoke up, it was clear that he was on the same page of thinking as Tommy, and it was a logical idea to follow. When asked what he thought, Tommy weighed the most reasonable options in his head before speaking, wanting to be sure it wasn’t just paranoia or anger doing the talking.

Looking directly at Jerome he said, “If it was a teen then he was probably paid to do it, or scared into doing it by someone. Either way whoever was up to this has the balls to hit one of our well-known spots in broad daylight so the threat shouldn’t be taken lightly. I don’t think that some kid woke up and thought it would be a good laugh to hit the diner, especially if it was a local.” After putting in his two cents, Tommy texted Herb to keep him in the loop and their thoughts, knowing also that Herb would probably begin to guess who most likely did this as well. Going down the list of enemies of Jerome alone was a daunting task, but the enemies of the club itself made up a list even larger. He would have to think of who is angry at them for what, and who would attack the diner.

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Tempest Rhys

At odds with her brother and not a witness to the crime itself, Tempest politely excused herself from the conversation and walked towards the diner. She didn't want Victoria or any of the other employees cleaning up this mess when it wasn't theirs and they needed a break from the day's events. Carefully walking in the door and avoiding stepping on the glass, Tempest found a broom leaning against the wall behind the diner's counter and began sweeping the glass shards into a pile, carefully picking up the bigger un-sweepable pieces to add them carefully to the pile. She would probably need a cardboard box for the glass or something other than a trash bag because it would break. Pausing for a moment, Tempest looked around to see if there were hints as to what happened. She didn't see anything, but did wonder at the fact that the bring missed both employees and customers. Was it intentional to not cause harm, or was it lucky with no aim by the person who threw the brick?​

Misty Gray Winter_Wolf apolla lette​

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[Boondox]

FINNEGAN BLACK

Finnegan who had been standing, listening to the conversation grumbled in annoyance as they hadn't answered his question. Removing himself from the circle he went back to his bike. Seating himself comfortably he then turned the engine on, the bike once again viciously roared to life, the engine shook lightly as Finnegan put it into gear. If anyone was going to fill him in was Herb. Finn reached up to flip his hat backwards and fasten the helmet under his chin. Saluting anyone who was paying attention to him he removed himself from the diner scene, Tommy and Jerome seemed to be in their own sort of world and Finnegan wasn't about to start barking over being left out. He would just go straight to his answer. Finnegan shifted the bike effortlessly as he made his way to the club house, the light breeze made for a nice ride, however his jacket was getting a little to heavy to wear in this weather now a days. As Finnegan approached the clubhouse he revved the engine quite loudly to announce his arrival.

Parking his bike next to the prospects he cut the engine an kicked out the kickstand. The bike slouched into a steady position on the stand as Finnegan removed the helmet from his head, hanging it on the handle bars with familiar bikes surrounding him. Herb's, Rottie's, Brews and of course the prospects. Finnegan sighed as he pulled himself off the machine an stomped his way into the clubhouse, The boys seemed to be waiting somewhat patiently for the other to return. The deep toned country twanging voice rang out into the clubhouse "Is anyone going to fill me in? I drove by the diner to get here, Tommy and Jerome were a little to busy to answer my question so I figured one of you could" Finnegan paused to take a deep breath, containing himself "Why didn't anyone call me?" Leaning against the wall he removed his coat and hung it on a chair, luckily Finnegan kept his vest here at the club house. Moving to the kitchen he found his vest hanging on the back side of the door and quickly fitted it over his plain black t-shirt, still awaiting an answer from someone.

Winter_Wolf lette Gradous13​