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 Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2016 9:24 pm
 Wren Ashby
Wren deflated at the news. "That's the second cancelation for the day. We'll need to brain storm on how to keep that from happening anymore, Ivan." She turned away from her brother, allowing him to scramble back behind the counter to hide from, what he expected, was a ticking time bomb of her wrath. "Absolutely. I have my portfolio book over here."
She strolled over to a bright red book case off to the side of one of the love seats. It was mostly filled with catalogs, body art history and cultural books, and tattoo art books, but there were two photo albums on the bottom shelf, front facing, one with her name on the front, the other with Declan's.
"This one is mine," she said as she retreived hers and handed it to him. "The other is my brother Declan's. Our newest artist hasn't put his out yet. And Ivan, my youngest brother behind the counter, isn't an artist, he just likes to help out. Let me, or Ivan know if you need anything. He gets all my appointments set, so he's your guy for that." She started to walk away, but paused to pull out a few of her business cards as a after thought. "This is so you can contact me, or to give out to the friends you mentioned. I'm usually booked a few weeks out, so definitely call as soon as you need a spot, we'll try to get you squeezed in." She held out the business cards with her left hand and her right hand out to shake. "My name is Wren Ashby, I own this parlor, it's nice to make your acquaintance."
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2016 6:06 am
Dereck Michael Thompson 
Dereck had been keeping himself busy with work and the club. They had lost all intel on where the Outcasts were hiding, or what their next move would be. Though, he could tell that there were more drugs on the streets of Grensville as well as on the streets in Shadow Creek. If there was something he and Orion agreed on, it was that they did not like the idea of drugs getting pushed on the streets. Even more so now that Orion had a child and Cadence was pregnant with Jasper's child. They wouldn't want their kids growing up in a place where drugs were all over the streets. He had since given up on pursuing Cadence, given that he had been nothing but good to her and she just led him on. That was not something Dereck was into. He did not like to play games with women. If he wanted sex from them, then that is all he would pursue, but if he wanted more then he could pursue that route as well.
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2016 4:12 pm
-Jesse Dean Gallagher- Jesse accepted the business cards. He peeked down at the name on the card. "Wren...? That is different. Sure beats some run of the mill name. Cool though. I will be sure to pass these out to my people." He pulled out his wallet and slipped the cards inside. "If you don't mind I am going to continue to browse your portfolio. Maybe something will catch my eye. Never know." He moved back to the small waiting area and browsed the large red book. So far he had been very uninspired the last few months. Probably because he had been in County and his MC brothers needed him on the outside. He hated being unable to be there for them. So much had went down since he got arrested. He browsed a few more minutes before putting the book back on the shelf. Finally he pulled out his phone and checked his text messages. 'Titus, f*ck R U?! U will nvr believe who just showed up. Get to the Club! We R goin HARD 2nite!' He read the text and frown. There was already going to be a coming home shindig in his honor. So he wasn't too concerned about having a boring evening. He wondered who else could get such an excited response from Ryder. He exited the parlor and lit another cigarette as he moved back toward his bike. He enjoyed what was probably already his fifth cigarette of the day, before he climbed back on his bike and took off. Zipping toward Shadow Creek. -Titus-
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2016 4:13 pm
 : Maralyn Ó'ConchobhairLocation: Apartment --> Vet Clinic -->Greensville Grocery Company: Lincoln Wearing: Outfit As predicted Lyn had fallen asleep soon after Lincoln had left.To be on the safe side, she had ensured her safe was open, and took the Walther out to rest on the bedside table as she slept. Must have been the comfort of the familiarity that helped her fall asleep; even to stay asleep through her nightmare.When She woke it well before the sun would come up for the day, but at least she felt awake this early due to the sweat cooling on her skin in the night air.
She rolled out of the low bed and moved to the bathroom rubbing her eyes and pushing hair away from her face before getting into the warm water of the shower. Soon after showering, Maralyn was out of her apartment door, gun in backpack, coffee in hand, and strolling down to her bike to begin to make her way into Shadow Creek from Greensville. Yes she was early for work, but that wasn't a problem. She was leaving early and had been gone for a week in a half much to catch up on.
As 11:00 came round, Lyn was sitting in the back of the clinic reviewing notes and writting new ones for the clients she had seen that day. Just like riding a bike. It was then that she got the text from her cousin with the picture. She shook her head in shock and disgust.'Well glad I could leave you boys some toys. At least Christmas will be easy this year; lingerie and a good camera. That lipstick color really brings out his eyes though.' With a sigh, Lyn turned back to her work, finishing up the last note in the next ten minutes, then she proceeded to put all the files away.
With work done, Lyn was out the door and back on her bike to Greensville. She still had to get groceries after all. When she arrived at the grocery store she texted Gloom and Doom, ' What time do you guys want to do dinner?' The red-head then made her way into the Grocery store in Greensville. It was time to get some food. When she grabbed a cart inside the store, she took the 2 reuseable bags from her backpack, before starting down the aisles.
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Friendly Conversationalist
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2016 4:29 pm
Jasper  Jasper finished as quickly as he could with the customer downstairs. Before he headed up the back steps, he switched the sign on the door and locked the shop door so no one came in while he wasn't down there.
He then climbed the stairs that led to his apartment in bounds, pausing at the door before opeining it and walking in. He could smell some of the food that had been unwrapped. Jasp moved to the table and saw Cadie sitting on the couch,"Thanks again for brining some food. It was a nice surprise, and smells so good. Did you bring enough for you, or did you eat already?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2016 4:48 pm
Gloom was the one to answer the text. Doom hated texting for the most part. The pair were working on Doom's car. He was restoring 1967 Mustang. It was his baby. He had always dreamed of have a '67 Mustang with racing stripes. "When are we meeting Mara for dinner?""Soon as we are no longer covered in grease."'Give us an hour. Meet you at your place.' He snapped a pic of the pair smiling like weirdos, covered in grease. Doom grabbed a towel and began cleaning his hands. He was covered in grease and didn't mind. Working on cars made him happy. His brother preferred to work on bikes. Currently his pet project was fixing up an old Indian. Gloom eventually sold whatever project he restored once he was done playing with it. Doom kept all his projects.
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2016 5:01 pm
'Cause sometimes you just feel tired,
Feel weak, and when you feel weak,
you feel like you wanna just give up ~Cadence Jaycey Sinclaire-Caine~ Once Jasper entered the apartment she stood up. She walked across the space between them. Leaving a few feet between them. "No problem. I like to make sure everyone has eaten. My Aunt teases me, says it's the Hispanic in me. My constant desire to feed everyone around me. Eh. Not really hungry. I had breakfast this morning. I wasn't sure what kind of pie you like, I brought peach pie. It is my favorite so I just figured everyone should try peach pie." She nervously tied her sweater and then fiddled with the belt. "What made you move again? Love the whole moving thing?" She teased as she turned away and started back toward the living room. "I admit this place is conveniently located for you." Cadence walked back toward Jasper. She leaned against the counter, and crossed her arms over her chest. She gave Jasper a coy little smile. "Soooo....will you be going tonight? I was told I am not welcomed, but....we'll see!" She replied with that twinkle in her eyes. That look never meant anything good for whoever was trying to keep her in line/ ~Candie~ But you gotta search within you, you gotta find that inner strength
And just pull that sh*t out of you and get that motivation to not give up
And not be a quitter, no matter how bad you wanna just fall flat on your face and collapse.
~Eminem
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2016 5:19 pm
Wren Ashby Wren watch the new comer rush out. She never got his name, oh well. She shrugged to herself. Maybe he'll come back for a tattoo later.
It accused to her after he had left that he was wearing a biker patch, which meant his "friends" we're probably part of one of the nearby gangs. She couldn't quite decide if that was a bad thing or not, being a tattoo artist for bikers. Really, if they were getting creative, she didn't think it would be a problem.
Then again, she really had no idea if that would piss off another gang, maybe his gang had enemies that she didn't want to encounter, or maybe she would be neutral territory. She couldn't imagine getting that deeply involved, she knew exactly one of them, and she didn't even catch his name. Not that he was bad looking.
She'd never admit it to her brothers, but if all bikers looked like him, then she'd just found her type.
It didn't take long for her mind to wonder back to work, and she meandered back to her room to start of the next appointment's piece, a vivid octopus in pinks, purples and blues. She was really quite proud of it, it was going to be a beauty.
Just as she was leaning back to admire it, one ear plug hanging out blaring My Chemical Romance, Ivan popped his head in.
"You just had three cancelations for tomorrow." He mumbled.
"What?! Goddamnit!" She yelled and throw her colored pencil down. "That's it! Deposites for appointments will now be enforced and a text alert sent a week before as a reminder." She growled, making Ivan duck his head fearfully and dart back to his desk to hide.
"Fickle people." Wren groaned. "I need a drink."
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2016 5:30 pm
"I won't be broken
I won't be tortured
I won't be beaten down" ~Orion Michael De La Cruz~ Orion allowed Grace to cuddle him for a while. He enjoyed the attention sometimes. He thought her cuddly morning behavior was adorable. Not that he would ever admit it. He cheerily went about his morning routine, then headed over to the garage. He worked there for a bit. In the office he caught up on some of the paperwork. Belle sat in her carrier quietly. She kicked her legs and jerked her arms about. Her baby reflexes at work. Every so often she hit her toy that was clipped onto the handle portion of the carrier. After a few hours of work he headed over to the Club. Time to see to work there. Ordering stuff for the bar they owned next door to the Club. He checked on inventory and placed the necessary orders while the women kept an eye on the baby. He then directed the women to start cooking. He was preparing the Club for a huge party that night. He couldn't wait. That was what he was doing when his friend showed up unexpectedly. He was extremely happy to see him. It had been far to long. Especially when Orion had never wanted his friend Black to go. He understood why he had, but still had not wanted him to leave. The boys had been friends for as long as he could remember. "Black! Your back! About time!"~Ryder~ I have the answer
I can take the pressure
I will turn it all around
~Five Finger Death Punch
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2016 6:48 pm
Dereck Michael Thompson
Dereck was planning to have a huge cookout at the club. There wasn't really anything that they were celebrating, other than the fact that they all needed a night to get s**t-faced drunk and have women. So, in order to prepare for the nights festivities he made his way to the grocery store. Once he got there, he wasted no time in making sure to fill his cart with a few cases of beer, as well as some bottles of Jack Daniels and various tequila's. It wasn't until he had rounded a corner and caught sight of some familiar red hair that he quirked his eyebrow. Dereck recognized that red-head from a picture that had been sent to him when Cadie had gone missing, so that meant that this was her friend that had been taken as well?
She was beautiful, and her fiery red hair was enough to catch anyone's attention. He approached her slowly, before pulling his cart up next to hers. "You know, you are really popular among the charters..." A smile played across his lips as he allowed his blue eyes to look her over. Not in a sexual way, though, more of like he was taking in her appearance. "I'm Dereck. Not sure if you have met my sister, but she is one of Cadence's best friends. Hope everything is going well since the...you know.." He felt a little awkward talking about the situation that had taken place.
Dereck had been filled in on the things that took place to the women, and it was pretty damn bad. So, he stuck his hand out to her, offering her a white smile.
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2016 7:06 pm
Grace Marie Thompson
After Orion had left his apartment to go do whatever it was he went to do, Grace got dressed and ready. There were a few things she needed to get done, plus, she was getting kind of antsy because she had not seen her brother in a while. Being that she had been spending most of her time with Orion in Shadow Creek, it meant she was spending less and less time at her home, and less time going to visit Greenville. So, she left the apartment, making sure to leave a note for Orion that she was going to meet up with her brother, and probably be staying the night at her house. She needed to spend a little more time there, given that she was making a monthly mortgage payment on it.
It didn't take her very long to get to the bank, and pay a few bills. Since she had the day off for the next few days, she needed to get some things done that she otherwise wouldn't be able to when she was busy working a 12 hour shift. On her way out of the bank, she turned around the corner and was pulled into an alley, only to be welcomed by the sight of Jackson standing in front of her. He looked a hell of a lot better than he did when he was with the club, so he must have gone to rehab or something. "Grace, look. We really need to talk." His hands were on her shoulders, holding her against the wall of the bank. Not forcefully, but not completely gentle either.
Grace furrowed her eyebrows at him, but her heart sped up none-the-less. He still made her nervous, especially after the previous assault that had taken place the last time she saw him. "We have nothing to talk about, Jackson. You have a lot of nerve coming to Shadow Creek, especially coming to talk to me." Her voice was slightly shaky, and as she went to walk away from him, he pushed her against the wall. "You don't understand. I-I.." He couldn't finish speaking before Grace heard a pair of footsteps coming from down in the alley, and when she turned her head to look, she saw none other than Law and Ace. They were walking in step with one another, and a smile played on Ace's face. "Lookie who we have here? Jackson, my boy. You did good finding Ms.Grace here." They stood next to Jackson, and when Grace looked down at Jackson's arm she could see that his Reapers tattoo had been burned off, and it was at that moment that she realized he was now with the Outcasts.
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2016 7:14 pm
Wren Ashby
The client had toughed through the line work and some shading for the entire octopus, which took the entire last half of her day. She spend the last two hours deep cleaning the whole shop, all the windows, bathroom, mopped the floors.
As she put all the cleaning supplies away, and said good night to Brenen, Declan approached her.
"I know you probably didn't notice, but we are out of... Everything, really." He scratched his head as he spoke.
"What is 'everything?'" She heaved a great sigh.
"Like, food. We are out of anything things important to make food. You didn't notice, you've been so consumed in work, I'm shocked you haven't starved."
Wren quipped defensively, "I eat."
He didn't bother to argue that, as she knew exactly what she ate. A granola bar for breakfast, a sandwich for lunch, and yogurt for dinner. And they were out of all those things too.
"We need to get some food." He said, deadpan.
She sighed again, exhausted from the day and she hated to admit it, but she over exerted herself with cleaning. "Fine, lets get it over with."
They quickly closed shop and drove to the grocery store. Then they separated with different lists to shorten the tip time, something they started doing every time they shopped. She had the dairy, deli, fruits, veggies and drinks, all on one side of the store.
She efficiently went down her list in the fastest order possible. Last, she pulled beer into the cart, picking out different kinds according to the siblings different tastes.
Declan preferred dark lager, Ivan preferred IPAs, and Wreb preferred hard cider, usually Red's or Angry Orchard. As she was turning with the first pack, she caught sight of a red haired woman and a rather large man near by, talking. Deciding she didn't recognize them, she continued her task at hand.
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2016 7:17 pm
Mahiru Zion ((Whenever someone posts that their char purchased beer or liquor in a supermarket, gas station or something like that, always trips me out! I'm like WHAAAA?! Then I remember we're like the only state who separates those three stores. Haha!))
((I live in Oklahoma, our state separates higher point beer and all liquor in a different store. So I get that. 😂))((I thought it was just PA that liked to make it's residents lives more difficult. We have liquor stores, beer distributors, and supermarkets. Though a few select supermarkets are starting to get the licenses needed to at least sell wine. Long as it is under a certain % I believe.))
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