Enalais said
Should the detective and the rook be at this crime scene QT?
Yeah, most likely. That'd be good. They could be talkin to witnesses and such.
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Yeah, most likely. That'd be good. They could be talkin to witnesses and such.
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Hey QT! I don't even have to read your post to know you're accepted. Your exceptional writing style is allows welcome! I did read your CS though and definitely accepted. :)
Haha. Thanks. Glad to be a part of this. I love the show!
I'll get started on reading, gotta catch up on what's goin on before doing any postin.
Age: Fifty Two Years Old
Height: Six foot One
Good Personality Traits: Calm, collective, determined, trustworthy, powerful, one-step-ahead, and a leader.
Bad Personality Traits: Over-occupied, sometimes mislead, difficult, overly determined.
Charles - The Mistake?
After waiting in the stolen vehicle long enough, the sky had turned bronze - almost black. Charles turned to his right to look at the guns beside him. He had both a pistol and an mini Uzi loaded and ready. His eyes were red from all the smokes he had lit inside the closed down car. He didn't even bother to open the windows, didn't want to be seen. So now he prepared himself mentally, cracking his knuckles along with the tenseness of his neck. He grabbed the tip of his chin and rotated his jaw side to side. Charles then took a deep breath and placed the pistol in his belt and took hold of the Uzi.
Before exiting the car, he looked in all directions, making certain there wasn't anyone around. When one-hundred percent sure, he got out crouching, taking all precautions. He closed the door, keeping it unlocked, then started down the side of DJ's Diner. He remained low and close to the wall, right underneath the windows. There were about five or six other vehicles in the parking lot, meaning there were people eating inside. Charles took that to account, he'd make sure this wouldn't bite them in the ass.
But suddenly, as he was nearing the door, his body froze. He started to shiver uncontrollably, didn't know what was happening. Then regret started to burst through his thoughts. All these memories of Maria and the others rushing through memory lane. "Dammit!" he cursed in a whisper, hitting the side of his head with his palm. "Get a hold of yourself Charles" he added, gulping rather loudly. "This is for the sake of the club."
The man then started once again, slowly crouching until he got to the steps of the entrance. In a quick shift of pace, he rushed through the front door with his Uzi pointed straight forward. He had his face covered in a black ski mask. His clothes also matching the mask's color. He turned side to side with the weapon in hand as the crowd gasped in fear. Children crying as their parents covered them with their own bodies. And then he spotted his target.
She sat there on the bench with her elbows on the counter-top. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion as she started to turn towards him. Fear rushed through Charles' veins as her eyes turned with her head. If she locked onto him, the likelihood of her noticing who he was, was high. So he pointed the gun directly towards her head and yelled, "Leo says hello!"
Bang! Bang! Bang! A volley of shots rang through the diner. The screams of the public became deafening as the dissonant sound shrieked through the local restaurant. But nobody ran from the culprit nor the victim. They just remained near the ground as though instructed to do so. Maria's body fell limp onto the ground, backwards from the stool she had sat on. A puddle of blood formed under her broken body. Though it felt in slow motion, it all happened so fast. Charles snapped out of the killer phase even faster as he had already left the diner before Maria's body hit the ground. From outside the yelling and fear of the customers could be heard. Charles burned rubber as he sped away towards the unknown.
In the restaurant, people finally had the courage to move out. One by one they exited the place, awaiting the cops after being called to the crime scene. The men in blue didn't show up until like fifteen minutes after the initial call, slow reaction speed from the law enforcement. Tape was set up around the area, witnesses were held in place by officers of different ranks. Even the Chief showed up, not knowing Maria was the victim until he stepped into the diner. "Oh god!" he cursed after walking into DJ's. The evidence team had their yellow gloves on as they looked around the scene - not yet finding any form of DNA or anything to tie to the killer. Frank stood above Maria's body as they zipped her up into a body bag. "Good lord sweetheart, what did you get yourself into?" he asked nobody in particular, just a general question to himself. He then ran his hand across his face knowing he'd have to inform the club members. He understood that whoever had done this would learn the true wrath of the Fallen Angels.
After waiting in the stolen vehicle long enough, the sky had turned bronze - almost black. Charles turned to his right to look at the guns beside him. He had both a pistol and an mini Uzi loaded and ready. His eyes were red from all the smokes he had lit inside the closed down car. He didn't even bother to open the windows, didn't want to be seen. So now he prepared himself mentally, cracking his knuckles along with the tenseness of his neck. He grabbed the tip of his chin and rotated his jaw side to side. Charles then took a deep breath and placed the pistol in his belt and took hold of the Uzi.
Before exiting the car, he looked in all directions, making certain there wasn't anyone around. When one-hundred percent sure, he got out crouching, taking all precautions. He closed the door, keeping it unlocked, then started down the side of DJ's Diner. He remained low and close to the wall, right underneath the windows. There were about five or six other vehicles in the parking lot, meaning there were people eating inside. Charles took that to account, he'd make sure this wouldn't bite them in the ass.
But suddenly, as he was nearing the door, his body froze. He started to shiver uncontrollably, didn't know what was happening. Then regret started to burst through his thoughts. All these memories of Maria and the others rushing through memory lane. "Dammit!" he cursed in a whisper, hitting the side of his head with his palm. "Get a hold of yourself Charles" he added, gulping rather loudly. "This is for the sake of the club."
The man then started once again, slowly crouching until he got to the steps of the entrance. In a quick shift of pace, he rushed through the front door with his Uzi pointed straight forward. He had his face covered in a black ski mask. His clothes also matching the mask's color. He turned side to side with the weapon in hand as the crowd gasped in fear. Children crying as their parents covered them with their own bodies. And then he spotted his target.
She sat there on the bench with her elbows on the counter-top. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion as she started to turn towards him. Fear rushed through Charles' veins as her eyes turned with her head. If she locked onto him, the likelihood of her noticing who he was, was high. So he pointed the gun directly towards her head and yelled, "Leo says hello!"
Bang! Bang! Bang! A volley of shots rang through the diner. The screams of the public became deafening as the dissonant sound shrieked through the local restaurant. But nobody ran from the culprit nor the victim. They just remained near the ground as though instructed to do so. Maria's body fell limp onto the ground, backwards from the stool she had sat on. A puddle of blood formed under her broken body. Though it felt in slow motion, it all happened so fast. Charles snapped out of the killer phase even faster as he had already left the diner before Maria's body hit the ground. From outside the yelling and fear of the customers could be heard. Charles burned rubber as he sped away towards the unknown.
In the restaurant, people finally had the courage to move out. One by one they exited the place, awaiting the cops after being called to the crime scene. The men in blue didn't show up until like fifteen minutes after the initial call, slow reaction speed from the law enforcement. Tape was set up around the area, witnesses were held in place by officers of different ranks. Even the Chief showed up, not knowing Maria was the victim until he stepped into the diner. "Oh god!" he cursed after walking into DJ's. The evidence team had their yellow gloves on as they looked around the scene - not yet finding any form of DNA or anything to tie to the killer. Frank stood above Maria's body as they zipped her up into a body bag. "Good lord sweetheart, what did you get yourself into?" he asked nobody in particular, just a general question to himself. He then ran his hand across his face knowing he'd have to inform the club members. He understood that whoever had done this would learn the true wrath of the Fallen Angels.
Charles - The mistake? Prelude
After his pursue for the busty nurse ended, Charles - Harry's soldier - exited the hospital and went to The Florence. There he was greater by Prospect and the new bartender, an older gentleman. Jasmine had taken a couple days off after what happened with Marvin.
Anyhow, Charles took two strong shots that enhanced his senses. The man's eyes usually shined after taking a certain level of alcohol. He was on a mission that if gone south would completely destroy the club. Not only that, but the possible death of both himself and the leading president. After a couple hours in that bar, Charles felt himself ready. But first he had to take a quick ride home to get a couple things before acting. He jumped on his bike and rode off - no longer sober.
After his arrival, he entered his rundown apartment - one that belonged to his ex-girlfriend - and rushed to the bathroom. He quickly ran his fingers down his throat and threw up into the toilet. To the viewers eyes, his body jiggled as though he was having a seizure. He wiped his lips with his forearm then moved to stand before the mirror. No longer wearing his shades, he stared at himself fiercely. Turning on the faucet, he cupped some water into his hands and washed his face briefly, then looking up at his now glimmering face. He took loud and deep breaths before saying, "Alright. It's time."
With that, he returned to his bike and road across town to the parts of it that have always been titled 'bad'. It was where the people near poverty lived, truly rundown. But because the Angels enforce all of Gastown, drugs there aren't present, or so it was supposed. It was around 7:30 pm when Charles arrived at his destination. He parked three blocks away and hot wired an old 98 vehicle. It wasn't in great shape, but it'd work for the job at hand. Charles already had his gloves on, his black ski mask covering his face, and his get-up prepared.
Charles then drove up to his destination and parked in a way it'd be easy to drive off when needed. "Dj's" Charles whispered to himself as he pulled his pistol from the belt of his pants. He made sure it was loaded, then cocked it ready. "Show time"
After his pursue for the busty nurse ended, Charles - Harry's soldier - exited the hospital and went to The Florence. There he was greater by Prospect and the new bartender, an older gentleman. Jasmine had taken a couple days off after what happened with Marvin.
Anyhow, Charles took two strong shots that enhanced his senses. The man's eyes usually shined after taking a certain level of alcohol. He was on a mission that if gone south would completely destroy the club. Not only that, but the possible death of both himself and the leading president. After a couple hours in that bar, Charles felt himself ready. But first he had to take a quick ride home to get a couple things before acting. He jumped on his bike and rode off - no longer sober.
After his arrival, he entered his rundown apartment - one that belonged to his ex-girlfriend - and rushed to the bathroom. He quickly ran his fingers down his throat and threw up into the toilet. To the viewers eyes, his body jiggled as though he was having a seizure. He wiped his lips with his forearm then moved to stand before the mirror. No longer wearing his shades, he stared at himself fiercely. Turning on the faucet, he cupped some water into his hands and washed his face briefly, then looking up at his now glimmering face. He took loud and deep breaths before saying, "Alright. It's time."
With that, he returned to his bike and road across town to the parts of it that have always been titled 'bad'. It was where the people near poverty lived, truly rundown. But because the Angels enforce all of Gastown, drugs there aren't present, or so it was supposed. It was around 7:30 pm when Charles arrived at his destination. He parked three blocks away and hot wired an old 98 vehicle. It wasn't in great shape, but it'd work for the job at hand. Charles already had his gloves on, his black ski mask covering his face, and his get-up prepared.
Charles then drove up to his destination and parked in a way it'd be easy to drive off when needed. "Dj's" Charles whispered to himself as he pulled his pistol from the belt of his pants. He made sure it was loaded, then cocked it ready. "Show time"
Team Tooke MMA
At about an hour before the gym officially opened, the doors to Team Tooke MMA we're let open by trainer and mixed martial arts legend, Edgar Sully. Now at the age of 53, Edgar trained what he described as the next generation of fighters. The man was an enthusiast, taking on the roll of a coach right after retiring from the octagon. He was in a bloodline of fighters, ranging back to his great grandfather, a boxing champion. But with an evolving culture, so did the sport.
Boxing was still a very high impact ticket in the world, but UFC and MMA were seat-fillers. It came into society like a gold mine, everyone wanted a piece of it. Edgar's father was the first to take on the new sport, not getting too far in his career, but able to do the exact opposite for his son. Edgar Sully became the world heavyweight champion. His record was buried with his legend though, since it seems not too many remember him.
But anyway, the doors to the gym were opened early by Edgar so an old friend of his could train before any other students showed up - Nate "Destroyer" Tucker. After being released from confinement not too long ago, Nate had to return to his roots in attempt to have some sort of release. Only place he felt at peace was in Sully's gym. Some would agree that going back there would only bring back old memories, but for Nate, Team Tooke had been his real home. Nate's lady therapist didn't believe it's be the best choice to return to a place that helped him commit the crime, but that didn't coincide with Nate. But regardless his thoughts, Nate did take precautions.
For one, he asked Sully if he could train an hour before the gym opened and an hour after it closed. Because of a mutual trust, Edgar agreed. In the condition that Sully himself would be present during his workout. The coach wanted Nate to start fighting in the octagon again like when he was a kid. He believed that the best way to get away from his past was to create a formidable future. Sully believed in Nate's talent, he had the wits to win them all. But it was clear in the way he trained and his distant personality that something was still bothering him. There was this unclear mental strain in him that wouldn't let him free and it was obvious.
But despite that, and despite their relationship, money had become a factor for Sully. If Nate didn't want to fight and make the gym and himself some money, he would have to start paying just like everyone else who trained there.
And on this day it was all the same. Nate showed up at the doors at six in the morning to have Sully open the gym just for him. Nate - in addition to all his other requests - wanted to be alone while training, hence the time of his workouts. Anyway, after doing his hour long workout, he showered and was just about to leave before Coach Sully caught up to him and stopped his forward process. "I need to talk to you kid, so hold up a second before you dash right out of here. You're two weeks behind on your payments. I know were family, but I'm runnin' a business here. If I don't get this money, I'm not sure you'll even have a gym to work at in the next month or so" Sully explained to Nate.
The fighter stared at the mats below him, feeling a little guilty for not paying up already. "I'll get your money by the end of this week Coach. I promise" he responded, now staring at the man's eyes instead. His determination shined a bright green aura in his pupils. He knew Sully wasn't joking about his hard time with keeping the gym running, it had happened before. So though Nate was having his own money problems, he had to manage. His first plan was to leave the motel he was staying at, sleep on the streets for a while so he wouldn't have to spend so much. Secondly he would have to talk with Bradley, possibly get some quick jobs - Nate was t the guy to ask for loans. He didn't want to depend on other people's money. He was done being helpless.
At about an hour before the gym officially opened, the doors to Team Tooke MMA we're let open by trainer and mixed martial arts legend, Edgar Sully. Now at the age of 53, Edgar trained what he described as the next generation of fighters. The man was an enthusiast, taking on the roll of a coach right after retiring from the octagon. He was in a bloodline of fighters, ranging back to his great grandfather, a boxing champion. But with an evolving culture, so did the sport.
Boxing was still a very high impact ticket in the world, but UFC and MMA were seat-fillers. It came into society like a gold mine, everyone wanted a piece of it. Edgar's father was the first to take on the new sport, not getting too far in his career, but able to do the exact opposite for his son. Edgar Sully became the world heavyweight champion. His record was buried with his legend though, since it seems not too many remember him.
But anyway, the doors to the gym were opened early by Edgar so an old friend of his could train before any other students showed up - Nate "Destroyer" Tucker. After being released from confinement not too long ago, Nate had to return to his roots in attempt to have some sort of release. Only place he felt at peace was in Sully's gym. Some would agree that going back there would only bring back old memories, but for Nate, Team Tooke had been his real home. Nate's lady therapist didn't believe it's be the best choice to return to a place that helped him commit the crime, but that didn't coincide with Nate. But regardless his thoughts, Nate did take precautions.
For one, he asked Sully if he could train an hour before the gym opened and an hour after it closed. Because of a mutual trust, Edgar agreed. In the condition that Sully himself would be present during his workout. The coach wanted Nate to start fighting in the octagon again like when he was a kid. He believed that the best way to get away from his past was to create a formidable future. Sully believed in Nate's talent, he had the wits to win them all. But it was clear in the way he trained and his distant personality that something was still bothering him. There was this unclear mental strain in him that wouldn't let him free and it was obvious.
But despite that, and despite their relationship, money had become a factor for Sully. If Nate didn't want to fight and make the gym and himself some money, he would have to start paying just like everyone else who trained there.
And on this day it was all the same. Nate showed up at the doors at six in the morning to have Sully open the gym just for him. Nate - in addition to all his other requests - wanted to be alone while training, hence the time of his workouts. Anyway, after doing his hour long workout, he showered and was just about to leave before Coach Sully caught up to him and stopped his forward process. "I need to talk to you kid, so hold up a second before you dash right out of here. You're two weeks behind on your payments. I know were family, but I'm runnin' a business here. If I don't get this money, I'm not sure you'll even have a gym to work at in the next month or so" Sully explained to Nate.
The fighter stared at the mats below him, feeling a little guilty for not paying up already. "I'll get your money by the end of this week Coach. I promise" he responded, now staring at the man's eyes instead. His determination shined a bright green aura in his pupils. He knew Sully wasn't joking about his hard time with keeping the gym running, it had happened before. So though Nate was having his own money problems, he had to manage. His first plan was to leave the motel he was staying at, sleep on the streets for a while so he wouldn't have to spend so much. Secondly he would have to talk with Bradley, possibly get some quick jobs - Nate was t the guy to ask for loans. He didn't want to depend on other people's money. He was done being helpless.
Harry - Outside Eva's Hospital Room - Charles
The halls were noisy from the whispering doctors and nurses that roamed around. They were talking their everyday medical mumbo jumbo, which helped the biker's conversation become indistinct by anyone around. "So what are we gonna do?" Charles asked as he looked side to side to make sure nobody was eves dropping. Harry looked through the door's little rectangular mirror and could see Tony and Eva together in the room. "He can't know about anything you understand, nobody can" Harry started. "She brought drugs into Gastown. I need you to handle this as though it were anybody else" Harry continued.
Charles took a step back and swallowed. "You mean.." he simply said, eyes widening up a little. "Yeah" Harry responded. "Make it look like Leo sent you, we can't have this coming back on us in any way. And again, this stays in house, between just us. Nobody has to know........Nobody can know" Harry commanded. He again looked through the mirror at Tony's back, who was sitting beside his fiance.
"Do it tonight. You remember where I used to take Tony when he was a kid? That burger place down Shepard?"
"DJ's?" Charles asked, eyes to the ceiling as if searching his mind for the memory. "Yeah, DJ's."
"Man, I freaken loved DJ's. They're burgers were the shit. Remember that time you took Isabel down there? And that black bitch in the back 'accidentally' popped a pack of ketchup on her hair? Isabel nearly knocked that lady's teeth off if you hadn't done it yourself, hahaha" Charles chuckled. Harry smiled and nodded. "Her man didn't even bother to do anything about it" Harry recalled. "That's cuz you were wearing the patch that day, and everybody knew not to mess with the Angels" Charles stated. "Yeah, but things seem to be changing brother. We aren't as young as we once were" Harry said to Charles as he stared at Tony's patch. "He's next in line. We have to make sure he's ready to lead the Fallen to the next level. We can't go back to what this club was before we got here. Those old bastards had no idea what they were doing, they deserved what they go-"
Charles interrupted Harry by tapping on his shoulder and pointing down the hall at a familiar face. "She doesn't look too happy" Charles stated as Isabel - the fierce goddess - reached the two bikers before the hospital room. "Why the hell didn't either of you tell me what happened?!" he questioned loudly. "Well see-" Charles started, but was interrupted by Isabel's attitude. "I had to find out from Prospect? Really?!" she stomped. Charles scratched the back of his head and turned around. "Oh, mighty fine lookin' nurse, I'm out. Catch you old folk later" he laughed as he followed a nurse. "Wait up hun!"
"Is she going to be okay?" Isabel asked Harry, peeking into the room. "Doctor said she'll be just fine. The bullet went right through, so nothing to worry about baby" the old biker said, calming Isabel down. Despite her feelings towards the girl, he knew how much she meant to Tony, so didn't want him on edge. "What about the guy who shot her?" Isabel asked. "We got him good. Actually, Tony got em himself. Rode right up and boom, done and done. He hasn't changed baby, just has to find the motivation. Anything from Frank?"
"Yeah, you told that old man to call me. Ugh, I hate the guy's voice. He's so old" Isabel laughed. "He's as old as us" Harry responded with a laugh of his own. "He said nobody reported seeing anything. They sent that detective guy down there though, but he didn't find anything either. It's all clean"
"Good. Last thing we want is them up our asses. I heard from the Russians. They attacked one of the Asian's gun facilities. Made it look like Obinna and his crew did it, just like planned. I should get a call from Minamoro soon, if not, then they figured it out. He's gonna need more guns. But I'm running low on men"
"Isn't Jeremiah getting out soon? Tony's gonna be extremely excited. You haven't told him right? It's supposed to be a secret" Isabel blurred out. "No, I haven't said nothing. Having him back around might be the one thing that's gone right this month. I got his vest ready and everything for his return. Make sure he gets a massive welcome back party alright baby" Harry smiled, reaching in to kiss his wife slowly. "You know I will" she said before kissing him as well.
The two then watched their nephew for a while before heading to the waiting room and siting down in one of the lounge couches. "Do you think she's ready for this life?" Isabel questioned out of nowhere. "Huh? Who? Eva?" Harry asked, knees to elbows as he turned to her. "Yeah Eva, who else dummy" she said, slapping him on the shoulder. "I don't know, maybe. We'll just have to wait and see"
The halls were noisy from the whispering doctors and nurses that roamed around. They were talking their everyday medical mumbo jumbo, which helped the biker's conversation become indistinct by anyone around. "So what are we gonna do?" Charles asked as he looked side to side to make sure nobody was eves dropping. Harry looked through the door's little rectangular mirror and could see Tony and Eva together in the room. "He can't know about anything you understand, nobody can" Harry started. "She brought drugs into Gastown. I need you to handle this as though it were anybody else" Harry continued.
Charles took a step back and swallowed. "You mean.." he simply said, eyes widening up a little. "Yeah" Harry responded. "Make it look like Leo sent you, we can't have this coming back on us in any way. And again, this stays in house, between just us. Nobody has to know........Nobody can know" Harry commanded. He again looked through the mirror at Tony's back, who was sitting beside his fiance.
"Do it tonight. You remember where I used to take Tony when he was a kid? That burger place down Shepard?"
"DJ's?" Charles asked, eyes to the ceiling as if searching his mind for the memory. "Yeah, DJ's."
"Man, I freaken loved DJ's. They're burgers were the shit. Remember that time you took Isabel down there? And that black bitch in the back 'accidentally' popped a pack of ketchup on her hair? Isabel nearly knocked that lady's teeth off if you hadn't done it yourself, hahaha" Charles chuckled. Harry smiled and nodded. "Her man didn't even bother to do anything about it" Harry recalled. "That's cuz you were wearing the patch that day, and everybody knew not to mess with the Angels" Charles stated. "Yeah, but things seem to be changing brother. We aren't as young as we once were" Harry said to Charles as he stared at Tony's patch. "He's next in line. We have to make sure he's ready to lead the Fallen to the next level. We can't go back to what this club was before we got here. Those old bastards had no idea what they were doing, they deserved what they go-"
Charles interrupted Harry by tapping on his shoulder and pointing down the hall at a familiar face. "She doesn't look too happy" Charles stated as Isabel - the fierce goddess - reached the two bikers before the hospital room. "Why the hell didn't either of you tell me what happened?!" he questioned loudly. "Well see-" Charles started, but was interrupted by Isabel's attitude. "I had to find out from Prospect? Really?!" she stomped. Charles scratched the back of his head and turned around. "Oh, mighty fine lookin' nurse, I'm out. Catch you old folk later" he laughed as he followed a nurse. "Wait up hun!"
"Is she going to be okay?" Isabel asked Harry, peeking into the room. "Doctor said she'll be just fine. The bullet went right through, so nothing to worry about baby" the old biker said, calming Isabel down. Despite her feelings towards the girl, he knew how much she meant to Tony, so didn't want him on edge. "What about the guy who shot her?" Isabel asked. "We got him good. Actually, Tony got em himself. Rode right up and boom, done and done. He hasn't changed baby, just has to find the motivation. Anything from Frank?"
"Yeah, you told that old man to call me. Ugh, I hate the guy's voice. He's so old" Isabel laughed. "He's as old as us" Harry responded with a laugh of his own. "He said nobody reported seeing anything. They sent that detective guy down there though, but he didn't find anything either. It's all clean"
"Good. Last thing we want is them up our asses. I heard from the Russians. They attacked one of the Asian's gun facilities. Made it look like Obinna and his crew did it, just like planned. I should get a call from Minamoro soon, if not, then they figured it out. He's gonna need more guns. But I'm running low on men"
"Isn't Jeremiah getting out soon? Tony's gonna be extremely excited. You haven't told him right? It's supposed to be a secret" Isabel blurred out. "No, I haven't said nothing. Having him back around might be the one thing that's gone right this month. I got his vest ready and everything for his return. Make sure he gets a massive welcome back party alright baby" Harry smiled, reaching in to kiss his wife slowly. "You know I will" she said before kissing him as well.
The two then watched their nephew for a while before heading to the waiting room and siting down in one of the lounge couches. "Do you think she's ready for this life?" Isabel questioned out of nowhere. "Huh? Who? Eva?" Harry asked, knees to elbows as he turned to her. "Yeah Eva, who else dummy" she said, slapping him on the shoulder. "I don't know, maybe. We'll just have to wait and see"
Gender: Male
Likes:Working out, fighting (legally and for sport), being alone majority of the time, connections (relationships), and listening.
Dislikes:Struggling, loneliness (complicated for him), brother (Lance Tucker), meat (vegetarian - turned after being let out of jail), loud noises, and prostitutes.
But when Nate turned 14 years old, Lance returned with a small group of thugs - a gang. He came back for his brother and to get rid of his parents. Lance soon found out that his mother died three years before his return. She was diagnosed with terminal cancer that they could not afford to treat. He also found out that Nate had started working for old man Joe at a small convenience store, using the money to pay for fighting lessons at a mixed martial arts gym near their house. With two years of experience the boy learned quite a lot, no longer letting anyone pick on him at school or anywhere but home. He was given the opportunity to get into fights, both for the sport and for self defense - also out of pure anger.
So when Lance returned for payback, he let his little brother - the one who endured the most pain - get his revenge. Nate didn't want to, but was pushed to beat the living crap out of his old man. Despite their difference in height and weight, Nate was fighting a weak old man. He broke his father's knee with a numerous amount of kicks and busted up his face with a couple of punches and elbows. After that event, Nate and Lance moved in together at an apartment out of town. The brothers lived together for a couple months until the cops showed up to take arrest Nate for physical assault. His brother was not charged, but brought in for questioning where he did not speak a word in anybodies behalf.
During those years in prison, Lance would come from time to time to check up on his little brother. He told him that he was making it big, bringing in all different kinds of dough - illegally of course. He told Nate that once he got out, he could join him and they'd get rich together where Nate negated Lance's proposal. He turned him down completely, telling his brother he'd changed. He informed him that he no longer needed people to look out for him, that he could do it on his own - even if it wasn't true.
Anyhow, after getting out, Nate had to endure six months of anger management classes, probation, and other things he hated. But despite his anger towards those things, they did in fact change him as a whole. He learned to control his emotions to a point, changed his view on life, and wanted a better future for himself. But despite all of that, he was still struggling. Nobody would hire him due to his criminal record, nobody would even look at his applications. All he had at this point was the gym he once trained at, so he returned to that. But even so, he didn't want to fight, just train.
Hank - Resting Period - Heather
The leader had been dragged away from the vehicles by the victim Heather. As he pulled her away, he could feel her grasp weaken and weaken as they moved away form the group. They reached a distance where they were still at eye's view, but not where the others could hear. As she spoke, he couldn't build up the courage to look at her. Instead he turned to the side, letting her speak to his right cheek. His eyes gazed in the direction of the ground, as though he was being scolded instead of nurtured by his ex.
When she started talking about the event not being his fault, Hank just didn't believe that. She was saying it to be nice, not because she meant it. And when she started to embrace him, he quickly reacted by placing his hands to her shoulders and slowly pushing her back to where she first stood. "No Heather" he started, now facing her for the first time since that day. "You want to talk, talk to Imogen. I'm doing things Heather, tryin' to get all this figured out. I don't have time to argue either, just.........just get some rest, something to eat and let's get back on the road. This isn't about us anymore. It's about them. It's about the group. I'm trying to keep these people alive!" Hank urged in a whisper. He then removed his hands from her and started to back away. He scratched the back of his head and returned to the vehicle, taking the map from his back pocket and reading up on it.
Floyd - Scouting the Area - DeSean
"Thank you" DeSean said silently as he walked aside Floyd through the nearby woods. "For what?" Floyd responded in question. DeSean never liked him, so he didn't understand the man's sudden gratitude. "You brought him back. My brother. Thank you" DeSean responded, this time explaining his reason for thanking the man. Floyd just nodded, but didn't show any form of contempt. Inside he felt a little better, as though he was becoming more of a reliable source in the group. He never had the chance of feeling that way, never really had anyone other than Jess who felt that way towards him - as though he was necessary.
"The group is broken" DeSean continued to speak. "After what happened to Heather....." he paused, nodded in a wrathful way. "It'll get better" Floyd responded. "You people have this unbreakable bond. It's just a phase" he continued as suddenly he signaled DeSean to be quiet and stop, crouching towards the ground. He then signaled again, pointing left at a bird on a low branch. DeSean turned his gun and fired - the silencer they got from the cannibals actually coming in handy. Floyd then retreated their future meal and later returned back to camp with DeSean. The two men finally seemingly no longer in odds. But for how long?
The leader had been dragged away from the vehicles by the victim Heather. As he pulled her away, he could feel her grasp weaken and weaken as they moved away form the group. They reached a distance where they were still at eye's view, but not where the others could hear. As she spoke, he couldn't build up the courage to look at her. Instead he turned to the side, letting her speak to his right cheek. His eyes gazed in the direction of the ground, as though he was being scolded instead of nurtured by his ex.
When she started talking about the event not being his fault, Hank just didn't believe that. She was saying it to be nice, not because she meant it. And when she started to embrace him, he quickly reacted by placing his hands to her shoulders and slowly pushing her back to where she first stood. "No Heather" he started, now facing her for the first time since that day. "You want to talk, talk to Imogen. I'm doing things Heather, tryin' to get all this figured out. I don't have time to argue either, just.........just get some rest, something to eat and let's get back on the road. This isn't about us anymore. It's about them. It's about the group. I'm trying to keep these people alive!" Hank urged in a whisper. He then removed his hands from her and started to back away. He scratched the back of his head and returned to the vehicle, taking the map from his back pocket and reading up on it.
Floyd - Scouting the Area - DeSean
"Thank you" DeSean said silently as he walked aside Floyd through the nearby woods. "For what?" Floyd responded in question. DeSean never liked him, so he didn't understand the man's sudden gratitude. "You brought him back. My brother. Thank you" DeSean responded, this time explaining his reason for thanking the man. Floyd just nodded, but didn't show any form of contempt. Inside he felt a little better, as though he was becoming more of a reliable source in the group. He never had the chance of feeling that way, never really had anyone other than Jess who felt that way towards him - as though he was necessary.
"The group is broken" DeSean continued to speak. "After what happened to Heather....." he paused, nodded in a wrathful way. "It'll get better" Floyd responded. "You people have this unbreakable bond. It's just a phase" he continued as suddenly he signaled DeSean to be quiet and stop, crouching towards the ground. He then signaled again, pointing left at a bird on a low branch. DeSean turned his gun and fired - the silencer they got from the cannibals actually coming in handy. Floyd then retreated their future meal and later returned back to camp with DeSean. The two men finally seemingly no longer in odds. But for how long?
Rock Killjoy said
I could actually use that in her story, goes to actually join gets rejected bails out to another group slightly irked.
Sure, sounds good
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