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The Wolves of the Mediterranean

It had been a long flight. Eric had stopped a number of times and each one had been in taverns that got progressively worse, he had had some of the worst beer he had ever tasted. He wouldn't drown his enemies in the swill he had been sold. It was almost a godsend when he spotted the familiar looking rocks near Sicily. CIrcling the rocks a number of times he lined the plane up for the descent. Angling for the descent the view caused him to reminisce of the times gone by. The raids, the hijackings and dogfights returned to him like a punch in the gut. He hadn't realised how much he had actually missed it. The plane hit the surf gently and slid into the sea cave majestically, as he pulled it up alongside Wolfgang's he threw a rope out to the same rocks that Wolfgang had just thrown his own rope. Mooring the plane he looked the old girl over. The 'Sea Cow' was what he had named her and she would soon be raiding the med again. Pulling himself out of the cockpit he looked down at the paunch that had developed over the years that he had been out of the business, god he looked like shit. Tieing up the other end of the line he sauntered towards the rusted door that had kept them safe so many years ago. Pushing the creaking iron open he spotted the big man himself.

Wolfgang was a good man by all accounts and Fredrik had a lot of time for him, though after all these years why in the hell did he want the Wolves back together. Wolfgang had a family and all of them were well off, there was no need for this anymore so he would be interested to know why the pack was being called in again.

"Wolfgang you man beast, it has been too long friend. How have you been I feel like we should have met up sooner. I assume I am one of the first to arrive?"

The Redcoat and the Thief

Can go for a "fade to black" then send me what would be the next post in the PM. :)

The Redcoat and the Thief

As he closed the door he took off his leather and placed it almost lovingly onto it's hanger on the doo. Stepping out of his clothes he put hem in the corner. As Jack fell into his bed the cool duvet was a god send. Peeling off his T-shirt he threw it at the 'washing corner' which also had a number of boxers, a dozen socks, the items he had just taken off and a couple of West Ham shirts. He was now down to his boxers and the cool cotton sat beautifully on his skin. Just then he heard the door open and he sat up. Grace was standing there wit the duvet and pillow, looking as high as a kite. A pillow collided with his face and by the time he had thrown that into the corner too Grace was already pulling her top off. Jack didn't really know what to do, on the one hand he didn't find the whole 'junkie' thing attractive at all, he was now supposed to be working with her and he was still pretty pissed about being robbed. On the other hand she was fit as fuck and if the the half was anything to go on the bottom half was going to be just as fine. Whilst she was doing this he simply sat up and put his arms across the headboard, pulling the duvet down a bit at the same time. His eyes never left hers.

The Redcoat and the Thief

Okay thats fine, should make the whole interactions with each other pretty interesting. :)

Alo should we be moving into the PM now? :)

The Stars Themselves || Sci-Fi Nation Roleplay

I would like to say I am dropping out of this RP, I do not have the knowledge or desire to maintain the levels of writing about a futuristic nation that you have. I apologise for any inconveniance and hope this continues to be enjoyable for the rest of you.

The Redcoat and the Thief

Haha I am glad that I am RPing well enough for you :3 Have to say I get the same sort of feeling when you post :P

The Wolves of the Mediterranean

Okay, cant wait for this to start.

The Wolves of the Mediterranean

I think I am done and hope everything is okay.

The Redcoat and the Thief

Now it was Jack's turn to narrow his eyes.

"I guess I am going to have to stick it up my arse and you can sleep on the floor. Cus' you are definitely not sleeping in my bed. That is where the king sleeps and I am going to be honest. The king sleeps alone, especially when the house guest is somebody whole stole from him."

Jack stood and put the remains of the curry in the bin. Next he walked over to a cupboard, pulled out an old duvet and some pillows and threw them on the ground of his small flat.

"So you can pick where you are going to sleep. Oh and if you are going to use later..."

Jack pointed at the girls twitch.

"...don't do it here and make sure you are clean by tomorrow."

Jack then went and stood by the door to his room, turning and looking at the girl who, earlier that day he wanted to kill, was now apparently staying the night and earning him some cash. How the days can turn.

The Redcoat and the Thief

Jack just laughed and shook his head. This girl was a feisty one indeed, and knew her business. He got up and opened the microwave just before it went off. Pulling the steaming plastic out he grabbed a spoon and sat back down to tuck in. Taking a mouthful he thought for a second then nodded his head slowly. This girl certainly was a pro, he had a pretty good lock up and she had made it in no problem.

"Okay how about this, 775 and I will give you a ride up to the area on the Harley? And one back when you're done."

Jack offered his right hand as he carried on eating with his left. He hadn't realised how starving he was. After this was hashed out he was going to sort out the sofa since his new friend probably wasn't going to go for the night. Hell he wasn't going to let her with the info she now had. Then he would hit the hay. It would be an easy day tomorrow, compared to others.