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[18+] The Motorcycle Club

Solomon heard his phone vibrating repeatedly and wiped the grease off his hands to check. "Jesus, K," he murmured as he read the first two texts, a smile creeping on to his face. The last two texts made him stop to think before he responded. Of course, Tallis was attractive, pretty much to every man who saw her. But, Kaci was different. She wasn't cold and hardened like all of the other women he met through the club. She was delicate, kind, and quietly seductive. She didn't need to flaunt what she had for Solomon to know that he wanted it.

"If you mean your brother," he typed, "then yes. You know how he is around her. If you're referring to me, then shut the fuck up. I'm almost done here at the shop til we meet back in a few hours. Want me to swing by?" He hit 'send' and locked his phone, running a greasy hand through his hair without thinking. "Shit," he cursed when he realized what he did. He put away his tools and walked upstairs to his room. "At least with Tallis here, Tillman will be preoccupied." With that thought, he stripped and jumped into the shower.

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Jeremy decided to stay at the bike while Tallis visited Taylor's grave. Shit, he probably visited it enough for the both of them, sometimes twice in a week depending on what the club had going on. He missed Taylor more than he'd care to put into words, and everyone usually tried to stay clear of the subject with him. Another reason seeing Tallis was so painful was that she reminded him so much of Taylor. All the memories the three of them had together would flood his mind when he saw her face.

After the "accident," Jeremy sought revenge with the club the other driver had been in. This caused a sort of street war, with a few lives lost along with a lot of business. It turned out a lot of buyers don't want their coke when it comes from a seller knee deep in enemy blood. They finally built business back up, but they were now on the cusp of another war.

His phone vibrated, and Ashley's name flashed across his screen. "I thought you weren't gonna call me, Ashley," he laughed. "Shut up, Tillman. What are you doing tonight?" He rolled his eyes at the question. "More club business, and I have a visitor from out of town. I probably won't be seeing you for a while." The girl on the other end paused for a moment. "Whatever, Tillman." She hung up on him.

Once he noticed Tallis had fell silent, he lit a cigarette and approached her and the plot. He pulled it out of his mouth and placed it on top of the tombstone to "share" with Taylor. He reached into the breast pocket of his cut and pulled out a silver flask, taking a swig and wiping his mouth with his arm. He held out the flask to Tallis as to offer her some, the same stone cold expression remaining on his face.

After a few minutes of standing in silence, Jeremy reached a hand down to help her up. "Ready?"

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Jeremy eyed Tallis as she watched her dad walk away. "Here we go," he thought to himself as he felt her arms wrap around him. It felt good, that he knew. Jeremy wasn't one to deny himself of the more pleasurable things in life. The bikes, booze, drugs and women proved that. But something about Tallis felt like the most perfect concoction of pain and pleasure he had ever experience.

"Jesus Christ, Tallis," he grunted as she felt her hands move down his back. He grabbed them from behind and moved them to where he can hold them comfortably. He was ready to rip her a new one, about how she could've at least called him to say she's alright, or to deal with the assholes for her that he heard of from other guys in the club. Jeremy was not at all the clingy type, but he was protective. Maybe he had no right to be mad. He was, after all, with Moira when things finally heated up with Tallis.

But when he saw the look on her face when she asked to go visit Taylor's grave, all he could do is put a hand to her cheek and let out a quiet, "Of course."

When they both climbed on his bike, Jeremy got the chills. It felt like no time had passed. "Don't fucking do this to yourself, kid. She doesn't love you. You're great together in bed and that's it. That's all it ever was." He shook the thoughts from his mind as he started his bike.

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Solomon finished fixing up a bike for a fellow club member when he glanced at his phone. He didn't spend the night with Kase last night, and he figured he would have heard from her by now.

Sneaking behind Jeremy's back was never what Solomon intended. It started as being on call for Kaci while Tillman was out on trips, checking up on her throughout the day and night, making sure she was alright. Solomon could never deny that she wasn't gorgeous, and every time that he spent a day with her, he would feel his attraction to her grow significantly. Sooner or later, he kissed her out of the blue. He was so sure that she'd slap him, that he even closed his eyes and braced himself after.

Now, they were seeing each other nearly daily. They were almost caught together by Tillman and a few other club members in the past, but as far as they knew, they're secret was safe.

Solomon picked up his phone and sent a text. "Hey K, you alright?"

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After the meeting, Jeremy Tillman sat down at the bar inside the clubhouse and poured himself a shot of whiskey. Seeing Tallis again? It honestly only ever crossed his mind late at night, usually when someone else was in his bed. His mind would sometimes flash to images of her black hair wrapped up in his hands, or her glistening body lying next to his. She had a hold on him unlike any girl that he had been with before, and it was torture. Pure torture. Part of him was sure that she knew that, too.

He remembered the night of the funeral like it was yesterday. The reception was held at Jeremy’s house, and they both felt they had to sneak away from the bullshit small talk and the same damn stories being told over and over again. They had both been crying, although he’d never admit that, and sharing a bottle of rum upstairs in his dark room. Although some of the conversation was a bit blurry, everything that wasn’t conversation was crystal clear in his memory. He had never found a woman who could do what she did to him, both physically and mentally, in the year they were apart. Maybe that was a good thing. At that thought, he heard the roar of at least 10 motorcycles outside, knowing that had to be Tallis and her escort. ”Don’t get your heart broken, idiot.” he thought to himself as he slams back the shot of whiskey and walks out front.

Seeing her get off her bike in front of the club house sent a chill down his spine. “Taylor’s,” he mumbled to himself as he recognized it. He bit his bottom lip as he searched her up and down. ”She looks the same,” he thought, “thank god.” She did have more tattoos, and her ass somehow looked better than the last time he saw her, which he would have bet was impossible. He caught her helmet, which snapped him out of any train of thought he was having, and he met her gaze. “Welcome back, Tallis,” he said confidently as he walked up to her and gave her a polite kiss on the cheek. Having the eyes of President Black on him made him uneasy.

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Solo was at the coffee machine when he heard the bikes approach. He was so sleep deprived that the thought of doing anything but going back to bed gave him a headache. He walked out front to stand next to Jeremy, and they watched together as she got off her bike. ”I forgot how hot she was,” he thought to himself. ”I think Tillman would murder me if he even suspecting anything.”
Solo nodded at her as she winked at him and offered a welcoming smile. “Tallis, nice to see you as always.”
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“Well, son,” President Black said as he placed a hand on each Jeremy and Tallis’s shoulder, “I unfortunately have some business to attend to downtown. Tallis – if it’s alright with Jeremy, I think it’d be best for you to sleep in his guest room. Linda is at my house, and you know how she gets sometimes.” Jeremy gulped when he finished. It was like he was trying to kill Jeremy. He looked at Tallis and cleared his throat. “Uh, yeah, I don’t see a problem with that. You’ll have to give me a few minutes to tidy up.” President Black smiled and looked back at Tallis. “That’s not a problem, is it sweetheart?”

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Jeremy’s alarm began to buzz, his least favorite noise. “Fuck,” he whispered, as he blindly slapped his end table and successfully stopped the awful sound. He rubbed his eyes and looked to his left to see the woman he had brought home last night, naked with her hair wildly placed across the pillows. Jeremy smirks, carefully throwing his legs over the bed in an effort not to wake her.

Talking to the women in the morning after he spent the night with them really wasn’t something he enjoyed doing. He figured that they share what they needed to between the sheets, and any sort of conversation that had would be to avoid what happened the night before. Jeremy didn’t like that. He didn’t want to pretend nothing happened over coffee. He loved women, and women loved him. There was no shame, in his mind, about sleeping with women. It's just physical. “You're young, Tilly, live it up,” he would tell himself whenever the guilt of seeing a woman as a warm body began to creep up on him.

Jeremy had a busy day ahead of him, maybe the only reason he had any sort of regret the night before. A new gang, the Evil Saints MC, had been moving in on their turf in an effort to control the drug trade in the neighboring town. There was an early club meeting scheduled in order to see what their next move would be. He didn’t mind the violence that came from these sorts of rivalries; it was almost like a game of chess. Each strategic move would be followed by one of the opponent. Sometimes, he lost some of his bishops, but they all knew it was to protect their queen, The Club.

He went into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. He had been working out more frequently, maybe trying to cancel out the damage he had been doing to his body with the drinking and partying. He scanned over himself, looking at the remaining scars that poked through his tattooed torso. He sighed as he began to run the shower, trying to get the water as hot as possible for he stepped in. He closed his eyes and let the water run on his face while he took a deep breath. Thoughts raced through his mind, one being Wiz, his best friend who was killed in an "accident" last year, of Moira, his ex-girlfriend who finally had enough of his bullshit and left him a month prior, of his little sister, who kept getting in trouble trying to follow in his footsteps.

After his shower, he put on a pair of sweats and began to gently shake the woman who was in his bed.
“Hey,” he whispered. “Time to go.”
“What?” she quietly grunted, “Can’t I just—“
“Time to go,” he repeated. “Club business. I can’t have you stay.”
“Asshole,” she sighed as slowly rose out of bed and began to get changed. “Don’t expect me to call you again, Tillman.”
He chuckled. “Isn’t that what you said last time, Ashley?”
She fought a smile that was curling on her lips. “Why do I do this to myself?” She walked up to him slowly, flicked her eyes up to him in a seductive manner, and slowly began to kiss him. He began to feel himself give in to her, just like he did last night, his hands slowly sliding down her back. His eyes shot open and he stopped himself.
“Ashley, I don’t have time for this.”
“Fine,” she glared at him, walking to grab her purse. She walked out of the door without looking back, forcefully closing the door behind her. Jeremy laughed. He almost enjoyed having a woman mad at him than one pleased with him. He loved to be that fire lit under a woman to make her pissed off.

Jeremy slipped on jeans, a white v neck, and his leather cut. He pulled back his hair into a bun, not really caring what the final outcome was. He began to make his way downstairs to the kitchen, where his automatic coffee brewer was already steaming. He took a whiff, savoring the smell as he got ready to head to the clubhouse. He poured himself a cup, and then scanned his cabinet for his other ingredient. “Whiskey,” he murmured to himself as he grabbed the bottle and poured a shot into the mug.

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Solomon jolted awake from a nightmare, which was not very unusual for him. He sighed in relief when he realized that it wasn’t real, his breathing slowing down to its normal rate. Solomon lived in an apartment above the clubhouse, jokingly named its “overnight security guard” to fend off any intruders. The one time there was an actual intruder, he was so out of it that he ran down completely naked with a gun in his hand and scared the guy straight out the front door.

Solomon stood up and stretched before he checked the time on his alarm clock. ”5:59am. Can’t I ever sleep in?” he thought to himself, just as the clocked turn to 6:00am, and alarm started blaring. He walked over to turn off his alarm and caught a glimpse of his naked form in the full length mirror. ”I need to get to the gym.” He always hated his skinny frame; it made him less intimidating than he wanted to be. It was a fun surprise to those he squared up with, who assume he is just a wimp until they absorb his first punch.

He walked over to the bathroom, splashed some water on his face, and then stared at himself in the mirror with his hands leaning against the sink. He had already showered last night, mostly to wash the grime of the strip club he frequented off of his body. His fingers traces the dark circles under his eyes slowly before he went back into his room and got dressed. ”Another early meeting. Another job to be handled. Another battle won” he assured himself as he slipped on his cut. He checked himself one last time in the mirror before heading down the to clubhouse’s kitchen. He started the coffee maker and sat up on the counter top, patiently waiting for the pot to be full.

Jeremy pulled up on his motorcycle, which alerted Solo to his presence. He poured two mugs and walked them over to the meeting room, which housed a large wooden table with 10 chairs. He placed a mug at the end of the table, for the President. Although Black wasn’t high maintenance, Solo always made sure to have a cup of coffee waiting for him for their early morning meetings. Jeremy strolled into the meeting room, drinking the last bit of "coffee" in his mug before putting it down on the delicately carved wooden table.

“Mornin’, Solo. You look rough. Another late night at Lipstick’s?” Jeremy chuckled.
“If you weren’t cuddling with Ashley, you could’ve joined me. Things got wild,” Solo coughed, immediately seeing President Black enter the room.
Both Jeremy and Solomon straightened up and nodded at the President. “Mornin’, Pres!” Jeremy smiled. “Tillman, Solo,” the President greeted them. “Where are the others?
Like clockwork, 7 of the remaining members who had authority to sit and vote at the table began to file in. All of them sat in their assigned seats, Jeremy sitting to the right of the President, and Solo to his right.

“Alright, brothers. You all know why we’re here today. Our nextdoor neighbors think they can start controlling drug trade on our turf. I guess the message we sent to them last year wasn’t clear enough. I’m thinking that – “ Black’s cellphone began to ring, which caused looks to be exchanged across the table. “God dammit,” curses black, as he takes his phone out of his cut’s inner pocket.

“Hello? I can’t really – Honey? Is that really you? I- “
Silence filled the room as President Black listened on the other line.
”Honey?” Jeremy thought to himself. "Black would never call his ex-old lady that. That must mean,” his stomach dropped for a moment, "Tallis.”
“You want to come here? Things aren't good here, sweetie. We’re about to –“ Another pause from President Black. “Well, you know I can’t say no to you. Fine. See you soon.” Black hung up his phone and slipped it back into his pocket. “Well, boys. It looks like we’re going to have some company. Our boys from the Cherokee City charter will be escorting Tallis in today. With all this bullshit going on, I need her to be kept safe at all costs. Tillman?” The mention of his name made Jeremy jump up a little. “Yes, boss.” President Black shot him a glare and said, “You’re gonna be taking care of my princess while she’s here. I don’t mean to put you on such a simple task, but I trust you, son.” Jeremy had a million thoughts racing through his head. ”Well, he obviously doesn’t know our past. That’s a good sign.”

“No problem, Black. I’ll take care of her.”
“And, Tillman?”
“Yes, boss?”
“Don’t fuck her, okay?”
This caused a roar of laughter to erupt among the table of outlaws, and a pink hue scattered across Jeremy’s face.
“Yes, boss.”

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Jeremy Tillman
Nickname: Most just call him Tillman
Title: The Red Devils' Vice President
Age: 26
Rap sheet: 3 burglaries, 2 reckless driving charges, 2 assault charges.
Looks:


Blue eyes and blonde hair that is often in a "man bun" although he hates the term. He has a few gunshot wounds and scars from knives littering his front and back torso. He also has a light scar running vertically from above his eyebrow to his cheek. He is covered in tattoos from the collarbone down, proudly displaying his clubs logo on his back. He is most often wearing his leather cut over flannels or a white t shirt. He is built but not too bulky, and stands at about 6’1”.

Personality: Jeremy has a cold exterior, which was brought on by the pain of losing his father and best friend (see below.) Moira, his ex, always begged him to show more affection and attention to her, claiming he had no heart anymore, but Jeremy’s priorities always stayed with the club where he put most of his efforts. He loves women, probably a greater weakness for him than any drugs or alcohol, but tries his best to control himself. Being the VP for the last year has taken a toll on him mentally, especially with a new rivalry that has exploded between a neighboring gang.

History: Jeremy became the VP of the club last year when his best friend, Taylor "Wiz" Black, passed away, who originally held the title. They did everything together since they were in diapers, and Jeremy took Wiz's death really hard. He began to drink more, started acting recklessly when he wasn't doing club duties, and began to sleep around with the clubs groupies and girls he met at pubs. This, in turn, ended his 3 year relationship with Moira, a local girl he's known for years. He wasn't that into the relationship to begin with, but Moira was safe, familiar and loyal, which he knew was good for the club. Jeremy's dad died in a motorcycle accident when he was 15, which prompted his mother to move out of state. The club reminded her of all the things she didn't want her husband and son to turn into, and it was too hard for her to watch Jeremy embrace the lifestyle. He has no real family in the area (besides a little sister that he is extremely protective over) and leans on the club for support.

Solomon Griffin
Nickname: “Solo” which he is not a big fan of. This sprouted after he confided in the guys that he loves Star Wars.
Title: Club member
Age: 25
Rap sheet: 1 drug possession charge, 1 disorderly conduct charge, 3 assault charges, 1 theft charge
Looks:
(guy in the front) Dark brown hair which is slightly shaggy. He has a skinny frame that he tries to make larger by working out. He has tattoos spaced out all over his body, but he wants more. He usually is always wearing his cut as well, with a white undershirt and jeans. He has very dark eyes that give him an intimidating look.

Personality: Solo prefers to keep to himself, and he is not really one to talk about how he is feeling or personal matters in his life. No one is really sure of his family situation, or what he likes to do outside of the club. Based on how dedicated he is, I don’t think anyone would even guess that he cared about anything outside of the club. He has become Jeremy’s right hand man whenever he needs assistance with any club related matters, whether it’s “paying someone a visit,” doing a drug run, or even something as simple as checking on his sister for him. One of Solomon’s downfalls is that he loves to party. A night of just drinking with the guys can end up with him leaving a strip club at 5am, fucked up on whatever was available, with at least one girl in tow. He’s not, however, a womanizer as some would call Jeremy. He loves women, but in a different way. He usually ends up getting his heartbroken.

History: Unbeknownst to the club, Solomon has a tainted past. Abused as a child, he ran away from home at the age of 14 and was taken in to the arms of the club. He was a prospect at first, just cleaning bikes and running errands, but at the age of 18 was finally accepted as a member of the club. He loves to fight, often getting in trouble at local pubs starting them out of the blue. No one would say that Solomon has a temper, but the thrill of a fight for him is enough to make outsiders think so.

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@Valentine Here is the thread!

Trash's IC for 20+ MxF & FxF

@Valentine awesome! I'm on my phone currently, but I'll send you a pm tomorrow so we can come up with some ideas :)

Looking for mature, long term, adult RP

@Azseth I just posted an interest check with some ideas that I think you may like. Let me know!

Trash's IC for 20+ MxF & FxF

Hello, everyone. I'm Trash, a 22 year old female who plunges into the world of collaborative writing to escape her real-world responsibilities. I'm looking for either male or female partners for some good old RPing fun - something hopefully long-term. I am also completely fine with playing either male or female characters, but lately I've been craving MxF pairings with my character being female.

I'm looking for advanced writers, and I know that is very vague, so let me explain my definition:
Although I am a sucker for a lengthy post, I want someone who is able to:
You want me to get to the point, don't you:
- Move the story along with what they choose to post
- Portray emotions through their characters
- Brainstorm with me/add to the plot/throw in some muthafuckin' plot twists. I love plot twists.
- Someone who is expressive with their writing. I want to know what that door felt like. I want to know how glorious that water tasted. I WANT TO KNOW.

By no means am I attached to my plot ideas, so if you think I'd fit the bill for something you've been cooking up, feel free to reach out! As long as I like your writing style, I will probably be down to try it out.

OTHER NONSENSE:

All About Trash

- 22/F
- I'd like to pretend that I have an insane social life that rips me away from the internet constantly, but the reality is that I am available quite frequently. #momlife
- I can usually always post daily, sometimes multiple times a day.
- I curse a lot. IC and OOC. I also enjoy dark humor, which I will not subject you to until I feel completely comfortable with you (you're welcome.)
- I prefer strong characters to play and also to RP with. I think it causes good tension and drama in the story.
- I write in third person/past tense.
- I enjoy plotting together, so ALWAYS feel free to shoot me your crazy ideas. It's much easier to tone something ridiculous down than to try to build something boring.

Requirements

* Be nice. If I don't see you as a polite, enjoyable person, I will not RP with you.
* Don't just leave me hanging. If you're getting bored with a RP, we can either revamp it or kill it. Don't lead me on :(
* I will not play established characters from books/series. One of my favorite parts of RPs is creating characters/worlds, damn it!
* Grammar and punctuation is important to me. Typos are understandable and completely fine as long as I'm able to understand the point your making. I am not perfect.
* I am looking for someone who can commit to posting at least every 1-3 days. If you know you will not be able to do so (vacation, death in the family, work, etc) just please let me know!
* I've become more open to supernatural characters, but I would prefer to not be the one to play them. I'm not very knowledgeable on the subject.
* I like scenes to be realistic. No killing 10 people with your hands tied or falling in love after one cup of coffee (even though I am pretty easy to fall for :p)
* 20+ year old members, please. Although I do not do smut, it's a personal preference of mine!
* If you're going to use a picture in your character sheet for appearance, please do not use anime.
* I only post in threads currently, but I'm fine using PMs for discussion or quick dialogue.
* I am looking for romance to blossom in my RPs. It doesn't need to be the main focus of the plot by any means, but I tend to get bored if there isn't any.

PLOTS

ON HOLD

Spacedweller x Earthdweller
After scientists predicted the Earth would no longer be inhabitable by year 2075, a group of 30,000 doctors, scientists, and other with certain skill sets left to Mars to colonize it, leaving the rest to die. This caused riots, looting, and anarchy to break out across the globe. 200 years later, a girl escapes Mars and crash lands on Earth, hoping to join one of the rumored villages that still exist. Your character finds her and takes her in, but their is a kill order out for the head of anyone from space.

ON HOLD

Underground World
Character A is in the car with friends on the way to a campsite in a rural area, when all of a sudden the car hits something that no one saw. The car flips and flips and finally lands down in a ravine. When A wakes up, they realize that they are the only survivor and begin to hike to find help because their phone has no service. After dark, they are ambushed - head covered, mouth gagged, and a gun at their head. They wake up in an unknown location as a prisoner.
Character B approaches A and begins interrogation, asking how A found out where they were. A is confused and scared, but B are not buying their "act." A is forced to remain a prisoner since they've seen too much and is introduced to underground societies across the country that are unknown to the world above ground. A & B grow close after a few weeks of living together, which makes A question if they should return home or stay with the new society.
(I would really love to plot/world build with someone on this. Both characters are up for grabs!)

ON HOLD

Rockstar x Fan
A girl gets a chance to meet the lead singer of her favorite band. He takes a liking to her and they become close, but things get strange when she catches him practicing some sort of ritual. The truth comes out that he is involved in some sort of cult, and now that she'd seen a part of the secret society, she's too deep to just leave.

Paranormal Encounters
Two roommates spontaneously buy a ouija board out of boredom, amused with all the stories they've heard in the past. They begin to play lightheartedly, getting other friends to join in on the fun, but soon, things take a turn. Noises begin sounding throughout the house each night. Cold spots. Strange feelings. But they figured that they probably just spooked themselves. But soon, the house becomes so active that neither can ignore the fact that they may have ruined their home.

Other pairing ideas

(Underlined is my preferred role)
Detective x Criminal
Undercover Cop x Criminal
Criminal x Criminal
Criminal x Hostage
Gang Member x Love Interest
Gang Member x Gang Member
Gang Member x Hostage
Astronaut x Alien
Astronaut x Astronaut
Cult Leader x Victim
Cult Leader x Cult Member
Drug Addict x Love Interest
Drug Addict x Drug Addict
Nonhuman x Human (Demon, superhuman/special powers, or anything not completely ridiculous.)

Genres I'd be interested in

- Paranormal
- Historical
- Sci-Fi
- Post-Apocalyptic
- Mystery
- Thriller
- Crime

Inspiration I'd like to use

(Again, original character/plot lines only)
- Gangster Squad
- Savages (could do 1x1x1)
- Mad Max
- Peter Pan
- Doomsday
- The 100
- Red Dawn
- Star Wars
- Sons of Anarchy
- The Warriors
- The Host
- Skins
- Snowpiercer
- Music Video
- Another One!

Current RPs:
_{(If you'd like to see my writing style/what I want in partners.)}
In Bloom
Promises Left on the Sand

Hello, everyone!

Hey everyone. My name is T, I'm a 22 year old female who has been sitting on the sidelines for too long (though I love to read other users roleplays). I used to RP frequently on a website called Cleanfunnyjoke about 10 years ago, and I decided that now's a great time to come out of retirement!

I'll be posting a interest check in the 1x1 section soon with a couple of ideas I've come up with. I hope to meet a few of you soon!:)