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 Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2016 2:24 pm
 Wren Ashby
For the past several days, Brenen had been acting strange. Something was off. Men would be in and out of the shop talking to him, none were getting tattoos. When they did, it was all the same tattoo sketch, like a gang symbol or something, and the men made her uncomfortable, there was something dark behind their eyes. Something particularly hateful towards women.
Declan was always cranky and gave her the "I told you so" face every time they came in or he saw Brenen, and she was sick to her stomach knowing he was right.
Brenen had bags under his eyes and a mad gleam in his eyes; she recognized the gleam of revenge. Millie had it in her eyes when Wren's parents died, she never said it, but it was rival gang related, her family had always been elbow deep in Irish Mob activity. And Millie found their murderers, she had lived and breathed the search and taken the entire group down. Wren knew it the day Millie came home looking refreshed and relaxed after two years of being exhausted and angry. She gained a reputation from that case and quickly moved up ranks after that.
Millie always said the women in the family had a gut feeling, a sixth sense, and it added their ability to run groups like the mob or MC. Wren just never wanted to run a group, she wanted her shop.
But if Brenen brought illegal activity in to her shop, she'd happily become a mob under boss to shut that s**t down.
She did start to notice they wore biker cuts, when they didn't at first, but they either became full members in Avery short amount of time or were getting comfortable and wore them around the shop. Which wouldn't have made her nervous, she grew up around mob activity, illegal activity, but they didn't have patches, they weren't apart of the local MCs, which she knew were like the protectors of the towns.
Not to mention they eyed her in an uncomfortable, threatening sort of way, it made her skin crawl. Brenen was starting to get that look as well, but she wanted to wait before tossing him out, waiting to give Millie a call. Then again, maybe should shouldn't wait until they did something irreparable to her life.
She pondered these things between appointments and walk-in, as she watched more and more men enter her shop. She hated to turn on Brenen, but he wasn't family, he had never bothered to become part of the family, and she'd protect her own before him in a heart beat.
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2016 4:37 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~ "I don't want to call anyone...this is embarrassing!" She did not want her brother running to her rescue again. Cadence allowed Jasper to hold her, and she felt better for a few moments. She felt safe in his arms, and really wished she could stay there for a while. She closed her eyes and breathed in his scent. Cadence stepped out of the bathroom, only once she heard Jasper calling to her. She had a towel wrapped about her. Her hair was wet and loose, and she looked a lot calmer. She was feeling a little less achy, and she felt safe. She was with Jasper, and he had always stuck up for her and protected her. She knew as long as she was there with him, she would be safe.
"Tea sounds great. Oh no, I forgot the burgers! I'm sorry! Do you still want the burgers?" She bit her lower lip and tilted her head to the side. "I can get them. I have to go get clothes for work tomorrow." She wrapped her towel about her a bit tighter. "I should call and let them know the Sheriff isn't welcome in the Cafe anymore...."Cadence started toward his room. She needed a brush before her hair got dry and super tangled. She pulled on one of his t-shirts, put the towel and her neck, and set about brushing her hair. She was sitting on her legs that were folded under her, on the bed. ~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: Thu Oct 13, 2016 5:09 pm
Jasper  Jasper's eyes looked her up and down as she stood there in a towel.He licked his lips, before turning to the kitchen, "Apple Spice, ok?" If he stood there looking at her, he would have jumped her right then and there to be sure. And that possibly would not have gone well.
Jasper set a mug of water into the microwave, before looking into a cabinet. He moved some boxes and jars and cans around."No we don't need burgers tonight. I got noodles and spaghettios. Anything sound good? Or chicken nuggets?" Gosh his food was such a childish food storage. But hey they were quick and easy meals, so they worked.
Cadie began talking about the Cafe and Sheriff again. Jasp left the kitchen and walked into the bedroom. He stood behind her and kissed her head lightly,"Let's not worry about that tonight. I'll take you to your place in the morning. So don't leave with out me, got it?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2016 5:45 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~ Cadence smiled at Jasper. "Spaghetti O's are my favorite!" She had simple taste. Spaghetti O's was her favorite quick meal. She loved it with Ritz Crackers. "I am not fussy, and Apple Spiced Tea sounds perfect." She finished brushing her hair and moved back into the living room. "I don't want to disturb you in the morning! I can go over in the morning and grab my clothes on my own." She entered the kitchen, and hugged him about the waist. "I will text you, let you know I made it to work okay. I will even snap a picture with the bagels if you like!" She gave him a gentle squeeze. She could get use to spending evenings with Jasper. She slipped under his, and moved to stand before him. She stretched up on tip toe. She took his face in her hands and kissed him lightly. She kissed him several times, then moved her arms down and about him. She wanted him to relax. She could feel the tension in him, and she hated it. She wanted him in the mood she had last seen him in. Affectionate and charming. Two things he always was. Currently the tension and gruffness of him made her eager to please. She wanted him to just have a nice evening, and not feel like being around her was hard. Or some horrible chore. "Spaghetti O's and binge watch SOA?" SOA was her latest guilty pleasure. Who could resist those hot bedroom scenes with the main character Jackson Teller! Or her favorite of the television biker gang, Opie! ~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: Thu Oct 13, 2016 5:51 pm
Dereck Michael Thompson 
Dereck walked right inside, making sure to close and lock the door behind him. Immediately the smell of whatever she was cooking worked up into his nose, and he hummed as he walked into the kitchen, placing the movies on the table. When Lyn started to thank him for coming, he grunted and scoffed, moving around the table to place his hands on her hips, and his chin on her shoulder. "Don't thank me for coming over, I should be thanking you for letting me come over.." He growled under his breath and nuzzled into her neck, taking in her sweet floral scent for a moment, before pulling his head back up to look over her shoulder, into the BBQ mixture she was making. "It smells amazing.." He glanced at her for a moment before releasing her hips, and moving to the fridge. "I'll have a beer, I don't need coffee to help me stay up.." He laughed at his sexual innuendo and popped the cap off, before bringing the ice col beverage to his lips.
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2016 5:57 pm
Grace Marie Thompson
Grace and Orion ended up making it to the zoo just in time. Because it was so close to being closing time, there were no lines, and hardly any other people there to get in their way. Grace loved animals, almost as much as she loved children. So, when the zookeepers offered her the chance to feed giraffes she took them up on the offer, and had the greatest time feeding them.
After a few hours the park closed down and kicked them out, so Grace drove by a pizza place and got a pizza, then brought Orion and Isabelle back to her house. She had no idea what kind of condition Orion's place was in after his freakout, she didn't know he had called a maid service to come and clean either. Once they got inside her house, she took Isabelle into the bathroom and gave her a bath, then got her into some pajamas before feeding her and putting her to sleep in the bassinet in the guest room of her house.
When Grace emerged from the room she let her hair out of the braid that it was in, and kicked off her flip flops. She was really happy to be back home, because some of the looks she had gotten from people made her embarrassed of her face. She walked over to her couch and plopped down, her blonde hair creating a halo of hair underneath her head. "I think feeding the giraffes was the coolest thing ever.." She muttered, looking back towards Orion.
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2016 6:02 pm
Titus was out riding his bike, just enjoying the evening. He was over in Greensville because as far as he was concerned Greensville and Shadow Creek were all one territory now. He knew the local MC, they knew the MC he ran with. Things were good between the two groups. So, why not pop on over on the ride?
He found himself back at the tattoo parlor. He had decided he needed something new in his life. Something to mark the latest event in his life. It wasn't something to celebrate really, after all murdering people was not a acceptable or good thing. This one time though....he felt it was justifiable, and he did not feel guilty about it.
He did what he had too. He had his orders, and those orders had been about revenge, and saving lives. He was not delusional enough to convince himself it was all about the greater good. Sure, part of it had been about that. Another large part was revenge though. They had went after a innocent woman because of her relationship with two people.
He stepped into the shop and went straight to the desk. He wore his cut proudly, after being without it for months. He pretty much never took it off. He felt like he had to wear it with pride right now. To let any Outcasts that were in hiding and nearby know that the Angels were everywhere.
"Hey....want to schedule an appointment with Wren. Does she have any openings in the next week or two?" Titus asked Brenen as he hit ignore on his phone.
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2016 7:19 pm
"I won't be broken
I won't be tortured
I won't be beaten down" ~Orion Michael De La Cruz~ Orion smiled at Grace as she joined him on the couch. "I just think Giraffes are cool in general. Really cool tongues." He laid his head back and closed his eyes. "For a last minute trip I think it went pretty well. I think Belle enjoyed it as best as any infant can really." He opened his eyes and lifted his head. "I wanted to be a Zoo Keeper when I was little. I wanted to feed the Tigers and Lions." He chuckled. "I use to make my Mom take me there at least once a week. She hated the Zoo but I didn't care. To me it was the coolest place on Earth. So many different animals from all around the world in one place. Creatures that we everyday people would otherwise never get to see in person." He looked a lot happier then earlier. Finally he removed his sunglasses revealing a partly blackened eye. ~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: Thu Oct 13, 2016 7:30 pm
Grace Marie Thompson
Grace smiled. She enjoyed seeing Orion be in good spirits. He didn't need to carry such a heavy weight on his shoulders. He needed to realize that she was there with him to help take some of the load off of him. He did not need to carry such burdens that he ended up exploding like he did the night before. "I'm sure she loved just being out and about, and being with her daddy." Grace shifted on the couch so she was facing him, with her legs folded beneath her. She had opened her mouth to say something when he removed his sunglasses, and an audible gasp escaped from her lips. "Orion! What happened?!" She frowned and tilted her head to the side, getting a better look at his eye. "Do you want pain killers? Ice? Something?" She reached up and cupped his face, inspecting his eye.
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2016 7:41 pm
"I won't be broken
I won't be tortured
I won't be beaten down" ~Orion Michael De La Cruz~ Orion only laughed. "From my talk with Kill last night. He could aim better then I could. There was four of his ugly a** last night." He didn't look bothered by the bruise. "It's how we talk in our family. Pretty sure his back hurts from when I rammed him into the counters and sent us both crashing onto the stools, that we then splintered." He looked at Grace in mock horror. "I'm a man! I don't need ice or pain killers!" He patted her hand, trying to reassure her that he was in fact fine. "I'm fine. It's a little bruise. I will live to fight him another day."~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: Thu Oct 13, 2016 8:08 pm
Grace Marie Thompson
Grace furrowed her eyebrows, and ended up sighing and shaking her head, with a smile on her face. Damn men. Always letting their testosterone get the best of them. Especially when they are drunk. She looked back up at him and tilted her head to the side slightly, chuckling at him. "Orion, you are something else, you know that?" She laughed softly, and shifted on the couch to lean over and give him a small kiss. "I'm gonna go get changed into something comfortable...wanna join?" She wiggled her eyebrows at him playfully and pushed herself off of the couch. Lately Grace had not been the flirty, fun-loving person she used to be. Recent events kind of dulled her sparkle. But after the fun day she spent with Isabelle and Orion, she was slowly starting to feel like her old self.
Grace walked into her bedroom, and immediately took off the outfit she was wearing. Even though it was cute as hell, she loved being comfortable in pajamas. She pulled out her favorite pajamas and ran a brush through her hair.
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2016 9:56 pm
Wren Ashby
Brenen looked up from his work printing out a stencil for his current customer. By now, really he could just draw it from memory, but he liked all the member tattoos to be uniform. He had to do a double take as the Avenging Angels cut took up all of his vision. He was seeing red by the time the Vice President patch sank in.
The same might have called the order to have his older brother Law killed, maybe he himself had bothered to get his hands bloody. His face turned red from rage as he imagined this faceless man's hands dripping with his brother's blood. He never even saw Titus's face, in his mind, he was the embodiment of all the AA MC, and there for was everything evil in the world.
"No, you can't get an appointment. We don't do business with your kind. Angel piece of s**t." Brenen roared, loud enough from the start to bring Wren rounding the corner in a flash of black curls.
"Brenen!? What is wrong with you?" She asked, horrified. "He's never done anything to you! And what do you mean by his 'kind'? You've been bringing guys in biker cuts in here for the last week! Are you out if your damn mind?" She demanded, on her last nerve with his cranky mood. She happened to like this particular biker, and she was not going to let Brenen's horrible attitude lately run her customers off based on some kind of misplaced, hypocritical prejudice.
By now, Ivan and Declan had made their way into the lobby to see what the fuss was about. They stood protectively behind their sister.
"He's an Avenging Angel! I refuse to do business with those murdering filthy bastards!! I want him the ******** out of here!" He seethed at Titus.
Wren's face went deadly calm, she straightened her spine and lifted her chin in an authoritative tilt, brown eyes darkening to black. Declan took a step back, recognizing his sister's deadly rage. Ivan moved back behind the wall a little.
"Then it's a good thing he's not your customer and this is my shop. I retain the right to pick my own customers. You will not speak to me like that again." She said in a bleached monotone.
He bowed up at her, stepping closer to her threateningly. "You don't have any idea how dangerous they are, you stupid little girl!"
"Get out." Was all she said, black fire had flared in her eyes.
He sputtered, shocked. "Are you seriously that disloyal?! You ******** b***h! You are going to regret this!"He snarled at her, storming out of the shop before anyone could stop him. His tires screeched he pulled out of the parking lot so quickly.
Ivan and Declan wondered back to wherever they came from before the argument had occurred.
Wren closed her eyes and took a deep breath, doing a full body cleanse, forcibly relaxing all her tensed up muscles.
Once calm again, she turned her focus on Titus. "I am so, so sorry about that. Brenen has been acting strange for a week or so. I'm not sure what's gotten in to him."
Sent from my iPhone
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Friendly Conversationalist
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2016 2:54 am
 Location: Apartment Company: Dereck Wearing: Wearing (-without boots of course)
As Dereck left to move to the fridge, Lyn felt an involuntary shiver run down her spine. Had she been chilled before he had pressed his warm body against hers? No she had't thought so, but that also didn't mean she was going to put her sweater back on either. Lyn moved to take two plates out of a cabinet as he commented on his beverage choice. She smiled holding back her next comment that would have referred to a pill for that instead as she placed two buns on on of the plates and began spooning out some of the meat onto a half. That comment would have been for her cousins, or someone she didn't care to have sexual relations with. Not for someone like Dereck, who more than obviously wouldn't have ED with the shape his body was in and his age.
Lyn moved to place the plate with two sandwiches on the table. Turning around she noted how well the man looked in her kitchen. Just like he belonged there. And she couldn't help but be slightly jealous of the bottle against his lips. She smiled and waved at the plate on the table, "Let's just hope it tastes as good as it smells then. Can I get you anything else?" She had to admit although the food smelled good, it wasn't the first thing on her mind. But it was one reason he was here. And it was ready. So eat it while it's hot and get it done with, right? They had all night for anything else. '
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2016 3:55 am
Jasper "Spaghettio's it is then." Jasper nodded, taking the can out of the cabinet as she conceded to their food for the night. He was pouring the can into a pot, when she wrapped her arms around him. He shook his head, "Cadie, you're not going to ruin my morning. any time I get to spend with you is never wasted. Just don't leave without me tomorrow."
Jasp knew she needed space, but at the same time he wasn't going to let someone hurt her again. There was no need for that. It wasn't like he couldn't occupy his time anyway. He had things to do tomorrow; didn't need to sleep in all morning. He smiled at her as she came between him and the stove.He returned all her kisses without hesitation. He brushed some wet hair away from her face before burying his face among all the soft strands until he found the crook of her neck. He inhaled her smell deeply, before kissing the spot on her neck.
Pulling back, he nodded with a wide smile, he moved back tot he beeping microwave, popped a tea bag into the mug, and handed it to Cadence. "Go get yourself comfey, and start an episode. I'll join once these O's are cooking." And that was what he did. He finished getting the Spaghettios started, then he moved to the living room and sat next to her on the couch, slinging an arm around her.
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2016 7:19 am
Titus didn't even bat a lash when Brenan began pitching his fit. He simply observed it and mentally chuckled. This guy was some MC's little b***h boy. Definitely not a fan of the Angels. Which meant in all likelihood he wasn't a fan of the Reapers either. He could only think of one other MC this close to home that would have such a deep seeded hatred for the Angels.
If he was correct in his assumption, this did not sit well with him. He resisted the urge to punch the man square in the face when he turned his fury on Wren. Before he could react though Wren was putting that guy right in his place. He had to admit he was impressed with how she handled herself. She didn't cower and expect her brothers or cousins, whatever they were to her handle the situation. It was obvious they were somehow related. They looked enough alike to make one draw that conclusion.
He stared after the young man as he took off. Everything in him wanted to go after him and beat the s**t out of that lowlife. He wouldn't bring that sort of trouble to these people's door though.
He turned to Wren immediately. Had he known this place was associated with the Outcasts he wouldn't have bothered coming in. Though from her reaction, she wasn't aware she was in league with the scum of the earth.
"Congratulations, looks like your in the middle of a good 'ole fashion biker war." He sighed and looked from each sibling.
"Your supporters of the Outcasts or....changed alliances?" He shook his head.
"Look, I can almost guarantee this guy will have his buddies here within the next 20 minutes...I suggest ya'll close the shop and bounce for a day or two." He got on his phone with the new V.P. of the Reapers.
"Fighting brewing in your turf. I need back up. I will be calling some of my Angels to but your closer and it is in Greensville." Titus paused, listening to the other person then gave them the address. He hung up and called his own President to inform him what was going down. He sent out a text for MC about needing back up.
He slipped his phone back in his pocket. Finally he turned back to the trio and apologized.
"I'm sorry about this. We'll do our best to steer the fighting elsewhere. I didn't come in here looking for trouble." He exited the store as the first few Reapers showed.
The two groups were clearly not riding for the same club. There was no mistaking the differences in their cuts. The men seemed not to mind working together though. It was obvious they were in league with one another.
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