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 Posted: Fri Jan 06, 2017 5:49 pm
"I won't be broken
I won't be tortured
I won't be beaten down" ~Orion Michael De La Cruz~ It really took Orion next to no time to arrive at Grace's home. He entered the home, his gun drawn. He knew Jasper said all appeared well but he was on edge now. Ben had been sending him and the MC a message. The message was I can take everything from you, if and when I choose. "Grace....? Jasper...?" Orion called as his friends trampled in behind him. Orion put his gun away, and wandered further into the house. He was really regretting not throwing down earlier. Had he known that Ben had been sniffing about his wife and son he probably would have beat the hell out of him. Sure the Agent investigating them would have arrested him, but it would have been worth it. Completely worth taking Ben out for good. ~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: Fri Jan 06, 2017 5:50 pm
 Location:Home Company: Dereck Wearing: Wearing Maralyn Ó'Conchobhair
When he kissed her before he left the house, Maralyn returned the kiss. It wouldn't be their last. That way she couldn't think, or she might possibly crumble before his bike even left the drive. She would love to have him stay longer with her, but Lyn knew he had to leave or Lucky could get hurt. That wouldn't be good either. And so her simple parting words were once again,Be safe."Is that all she ever said anymore? A broken record.
After he left the room, Lyn moved to the front window to watch his bike take off down the road with a sigh. She sat on the couch for a moment. Reassuring both pups with pats and words as much as herself when they came over that all was alright and would stay as such. While she was there, she made sure to call into work, and let them know she wasn't feeling good and wouldn't be in. Within 5 minutes she was standing from the couch again, pacing. Her blue eyes looked to Nate, "Are you hungry? Want breakfast?" Cooking him something would give her something to do for the moment. Maybe she'd make enough for Lucky and Dereck when they came back. It was too early for them all to be up without eating. Although her stomach was in knots with worry now. Lyn also hated staying her cooped up. She felt like she should be doing more. Like she was just some coward hiding behind these men and these walls. And it all just made her restless, anxious, worried.
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Posted: Fri Jan 06, 2017 6:13 pm
OUTFIT
Grace nodded her head, and rubbed her arm softly. "I kinda, spit in the guys face." She murmured, almost embarrassed at her actions. "He was saying such horrible things about Cadence and Orion, and then he mentioned my son and I just snapped. Yes, Thomas is asleep. That's what they do for the first, three months of life, basically." She chuckled and her eyes moved to the door upon hearing it open, and when she heard Orion's voice her nerves settled. She poked her head around the corner from inside the kitchen, and looked between Orion and the others, glancing down at their guns. "In the kitchen. Baby is sleeping, if you wake him up you gotta put him back to sleep." She was teasing the guys, while also trying to lighten the mood a little bit.
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Posted: Fri Jan 06, 2017 6:23 pm
Hunters Rose Jasper Fox
His smile widened and he laughed softly, "That I am sure he deserved Grace."Jasper told her. Upon hearing the door open he quickly set the water down as his other hand when to his gun. When he heard Orion calling into the house, Jasp relaxed, and grabbed the water again. Following Grace to poke his head around the corner."Hey but your kid really knows how to sleep."He added cheerfully, until he saw all the faces behind Orion. Grim, tight -something had happened.Jasper moved from out of the kitchen with a frown.
"WHat happened?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 06, 2017 6:30 pm
'Cause sometimes you just feel tired,
Feel weak, and when you feel weak,
you feel like you wanna just give up Cadence admired her new cast. It was pink and already she hated it. She was sore from fighting Ben. She had a black eye, and bruised cheek. He didn't look to good either though. So that was a bit of a comfort. She slowly got up and crept down the stairs. She went into the kitchen where she had spotted a phone the other day. She picked it up and dialed her Mother's number. "Mom...." It's me. I'm out....I can't go home though. I just wanted to make sure you knew I was out." She sat down on the floor, on the other side of the counter. She bowed her head, and closed her eyes. "I will be going to my doctor...have my meds adjusted. I feel okay...no more seizures."Cadence didn't even hear Ben enter the kitchen. Ben snatched the phone from Cadence and listened for a moment. It was a woman, one he didn't know. "Cadence has to go." He hung up and glared down at Cadence. She stared up at him unflinching. "Who was that?" He demanded and she stood up and went to walk away from him, he grabbed her arm and spun her around to face him. "Don't walk away from me." Ben growled and shook Cadence hard. She did not respond, and refused to meet his eyes. "Stop being difficult, and you won't end up hurt." Ben said through gritted teeth, as his fingers dug into her upper arms. "Ow! Stop it!" Cadence finally cried out, and struggled to get away. He shoved her against the counter and watched her nearly fall. "Look....let's not fight. I don't want to hurt you baby. I really don't. C'mere. Don't run away." Ben closed the space between them. He scooped Cadence up and carried her off to his room. He could see the fear creeping into her eyes, and it excited him. Her fear was delicious, and until he broke her she would suffer. He ran his fingers through her dark tresses and then dropped her on his bed. "Undress" He demanded. ~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: Fri Jan 06, 2017 6:42 pm
"I won't be broken
I won't be tortured
I won't be beaten down" ~Orion Michael De La Cruz~ "Ben....Ben is what happened.... He threatened Grace. He showed up at my apartment. He hit Cadence. It was all him just showing us that he is free to do whatever he wants. He is....pissing me off." He moved over to Grace and hugged her. "Why didn't you call me...?" He touched her cheek lightly and kissed her. He was relieved she was home. Relieved she was okay. He walked away from her as he heard a baby fussing. "Is that....?" He moved through the house and stopped outside Thomas' room. He peeked in, though he did not enter the room. It felt odd having a baby in the house again after Isabelle. ~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: Fri Jan 06, 2017 6:43 pm
Dylan Fleishman 
Dylan had heard the gunshots outside the warehouse. He swore, knowin full well who was here. He started ordering the 3 guys that were done stairs with the rest of the drugs he had to pack it all quick. The his long legs led him to another area where two more guys were standing near the last unopened crates from the gun shipment they had stolen under the Reapers noses. Dylan told them to grab what they needed and go to the door.
Dylan himself began to arm himself with guns, even as he heard the gun shots.Satisfied he left the room storing them,traveling down the dark hallways. For even though the sun was creeping through the sky outside, there were very little windows here. As he moved he dropped used shells like bread crumbs. He wanted the man to find him.Placing himself in a spare, dark, empty besides for the table room, Dylan stood behind the door. He knew who was coming, Time for that man to die. His eyes adjusted while he waited, and so as soon as Dereck walked into the room, DYlan slammed the door shut."So you came to find me finally? Took you long enough. I was starting to think you really didn't care and was a coward,"
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Posted: Fri Jan 06, 2017 6:49 pm
OUTFIT
Grace curved her lips into a slight frown when Orion mentioned what Ben had done. It had to have happened not long after he dropped her off at the hospital, which only made her feel a little worst about what she had said and done to the man. Not for his sake, but for Cadie's. She glanced toward Jasper before Orion hugged her, and she took the few brief seconds to enjoy his touch, and his kiss. Especially since she was sure she wasn't going to be around him as often now."I was going to call, and then they said you had sent the lawyer to pick me up, and when I went outside he was there. I'm sorry." She followed him through the house upon hearing Thomas fussing. Even though he was fussy, it still warmed her heart to know that it was her son, and he was finally home. "Yes, they let him come home today. He's a little champ." She squeezed past Orion and moved into the room, lifting Thomas from the crib to cradle him in her arms. It was probably time to feed him again.
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Posted: Fri Jan 06, 2017 6:51 pm
 Lena Penelope Sinclaire-CaineLena chuckled. "Yes, yes....dinner tonight." She kissed him once more but sighed when her phone started to ring again. She stepped away and answered her phone. She was surprised to hear Cadence's voice on the other end. "Cadence honey?" She sat down on the bed and talked to her daughter briefly. A male's voice was in her ear out of nowhere and the stranger hung up on her. Lena tossed her phone on the bed. A frown on her pretty face. She ran her hands over her arms. "That voice....that man just gave me chills. You can hear the evil in that one." She stood up and finished dressing. It was clear she was distracted. Her mind on the phone call, and the stranger her daughter was with. Lena also wondered why her daughter could not return to the Creek. It was her home after all.
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Posted: Fri Jan 06, 2017 6:55 pm
Dereck Michael Thompson 
Dereck had his gun ready, and as soon as the door slammed shut behind him he whipped around, having it pointed right at Dylan's head. His lip curled up upon seeing him, and the words that left his mouth made Dereck chuckle, almost a sinister chuckle, while shaking his head. "Me, the coward. You practically ran like a little b***h with her tail between her legs." He didn't allow Dylan time to speak before shooting out one knee, and then the other. Not even blinking. "First, you go after my sister. Now my woman...." He clicked his tongue, whipping his body around to kick his gun from his hands, and across the room. "You have ******** up for the last goddamn time." He smiled, placing his pistol down on the table and pulling on some black leather gloves, which the knuckles were lined with steel. "Pissing your pants yet, ponyboy?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 06, 2017 6:59 pm
Archie Thompson
Archie nodded when Lena agreed to dinner, and moved off into the bathroom, letting her have a little more privacy when he heard that it was her daughter on the phone. However, upon hearing the worry in her voice he poked his head out of the bathroom, running a comb through his slicked back hair. "Anything I can hela ya with?" Archie was not a stranger to violence and killing. Back when he was a part of La Matanza, he was known as death. Every man who crossed Archie didn't live to see another day. Which could also explain why he had never married or had children, because he spent to much time behind bars.
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Posted: Fri Jan 06, 2017 7:07 pm
Dylan Fleishman Dylan laughed as Dereck spoke. Even as his knees buckled from under him after the gunshots. He was too high to feel any pain. He racked the gun in his own hands, and fired towards Dereck, aiing for a shoulder, and then another round towards the blonde man's lower torso. "These guns for the Irish certainly are lovely, boyo."
Dylan was silent for a moment, before he was speaking again,
Perhaps I left before because I wanted you to myself. See if you had the same screams as your sister. So I can tell Maralyn all about it later and watch the color drain from her beautiful face. She was never your woman Dereck. Can't you see she's been using you?" Another chuckle left his lips at Dereck's last comment,"I'm not the one who seems scared to face my opponent in an even battle. Why should I be scared?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 06, 2017 7:15 pm
Dereck Michael Thompson
Dereck felt like he had been punched right in the shoulder, and then again in the side. But, he fought past the pain. He growled and moved forward, taking hold of Dylan by the collar of his shirt, and rearing his fist back. The words he spoke about Lyn and Grace pushed the man over the edge. "I'll see you in hell." His blue eyes darkened as he punched Dylan over and over. Grunting with the force of eat hit. Even well after his face was swollen and bloody, he didn't stop. It wasn't good enough. He threw Dylan to the ground and tore the metal leg off of the table, repeatedly bashing him over the head with it, sending blood splatter over him, and he didn't stop until there was nothing left of his head, only a headless body, with his fingers and legs twitching.
Dereck dropped the leg of the table and stumbled back against the wall, looking down at the gunshot in his side. It was a clean shot, went right through him. The shoulder, though, that was another story. He was going to need to get the damn bullet removed.
Lucky came barreling in the room, looking from the bloody mess on the floor to Dereck. "Dispose of him, make sure he won't ever be found." Dereck hissed, pushing himself off of the wall. He was able to fight through the pain long enough to make it to his home, however his bike was left laying on it's side as he stumbled into the house, catching the attention of Nate almost immediately. "Clear the table, lass." Nate ordered, looking toward Lyn as he steadied Dereck.
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Posted: Fri Jan 06, 2017 7:44 pm
Location:Home Company: Dereck, Nate Wearing: Wearing Maralyn Ó'Conchobhair Lyn had begun making a mulitidue of things, scrabbled eggs, pancakes, sausage. Not because she was hungry, or knew if the guys were, but just because she had needed something to do. Her eyes flitted to the doorway at the sound of footsteps and the door opening. Her hear almost wrenched from her chest at the sight of Dereck's pale face, and the blood dripping down his side. She knew what had happened. That although he as hurt, it was probably best case scenario. Quickly she left the stove to begin clearing the table as Nate said while he went to help steady Dereck. Some things from the table, she just brushed on the floor, others she made quick stacks on the nearby counters. Once the task was done, she left the room briefly. She had a hunch Nate was going to lay Dereck down, and to help now she would need supplies.
Quickly she gathered clean towels from the closet in the hall, and the emergency vet back she had from the closet in the main room. It didn't have much but gauze, scissors, needles, thread, vet wrap... just some of the simple tools. But anything would help at this point. As she came back in the Kitchen, she set the bag down next to Dereck on the table as well as the towels. "There's extra alcohol in the cabinet above the sink. I'll be right back." She told Nate absently. Surely the man would have been able to find it.She wasn't sure how much blood Dereck had lost already and so how close he was to passing out, or if he would need some pain killer through this. Quickly Lyn left the room and walked out of the house. She didn't go far; just to her car and opened the trunk. Noting Dereck's bike laying on it's side. Quickly she took out a bag that looked similar to the one she had just placed on the table but bigger. In college she had made the large animal emergency bag during her studies, that was when she had the idea for the small one too. Shutting the trunk, Maralyn jogged back inside the house. When she got to the kitchen, she opened the bag, took out a bottle of Banamine, and a syringe. Filling the syringe with just 1CC, she then moved to gently inser the liquid into Dereck arm. At least that for now would dull off some of the pain.
Lyn kissed his forehead quickly,"Shh babe, just hold on." Lyn looked back between his shoulder and his side. Both wounds bleeding freely, but which was the worst? Since it seemed the side one was clean, not actual bullet within, her fingers trailed up to his shoulder wound. Turning to Nate she said, "Do what you can to stop the bleeding on his side. There's gauze in the bag. I'll stitch it later." She wasn't sure what medical knowledge Nate had. Obviously they had all made it this far. But this she felt was more her area of skill. Even if she didn't necessarily have human patients, she had seen enough different surgeries. A bullet wound would be new though.
Then her body moved across the kitchen, rummaging through a drawer for a smaller set of tongs. Her pack wasn't fit for gun wounds, but those should work to help at least open the wound so she could find the slug. She washed her hands in hot water and soap, as well as ran the tongs under the hot water to sterilize before she moved back to Dereck's side, she grabbed a wooden spoon. She wasn't going to pretend like this wouldn't hurt. Setting the spoon down,She removed his cut from that shoulder carefully, and just cutaway his shirt before Lyn began working to find the slug in Dereck's shoulder. If he wanted it she could set the spoon between his teeth for him to bite. It would be less painful if he passed out, but then again she would worry with that. She didn't have any sorta IV set up or blood transfer. Not yet anyway.
Removing the slug after finding it, Lyn used a wet towel and gauze to clean up the wound before beginning to stitch it closed from the inside out. Her hands shook slightly, but her points were steady. With one wound taken care of, Lyn moved to where Nate was standing to better inspect the second wound and begin to stitch it up as well. When she finished, she wiped both stitched areas with a wet towel, dried it, then taped a gauze pad over both. With Dereck tended too for the moment, Lyn moved to the sink to wash her hands and turn off the stove burners. That pancake on the pan was beyond done, and one side of the sausages were now super cooked. Luckily nothing had caught fire or started really smoking. Edited 1/7 @ 12:26
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2017 7:26 am
Lena Penelope Sinclaire-Caine Lena shook her head. "I am not sure there is anything you can do. Right now I am still trying to figure out what is going on. I am not sure what is going on, but I am sure there is something going on." She stopped talking as she put her shoes on. "I can feel it. Mother's intuition. Something is not right with my daughter, and if she won't tell me what is going on. Just gives me fragments of the situation, well then her brother will answer my damn questions. He always knows more then he shares." She straightened up and grabbed her jacket. "Go see your niece. If Cadence is out, I am sure Grace is." She kissed Archie briefly, grabbed her purse and was gone. Off to pick up Tyson, and find Orion. He would know the whole story, and she could not go to Jasper in case Orion had forbid them from speaking. She knew better then to try to put a man against his Club, or even try to come between them. Lena decided to pick Tyson up after the trip to the Club. She did not want her son in the Club. That life was not a life she ever wanted for her children. Cadence was already lost in it, but her son Tyson did not have to be. She arrived at the Club and walked right in. Immediately she saw a familiar face, Moira. She knew Moira from when she use to hang around the Club. Moira was a couple years older then Lena herself. She had always been the Club's Mother figure. Taking care of everyone, and making sure the new girls settled in. "Moira." Lena called with a half wave. Moira looked surprised but went to Lena immediately. "Come with me. So we can talk in private." She lead Lena into Orion's office. As soon as the door was closed Lena's interrogation started. "Slow down Lena. I will tell you everything I know which isn't a lot. I have not had a chance to talk to the Prez." "Fine. Tell me what you know. Where is my daughter?" "Cadence is with a different MC. Her lawyer is the President, and she had used herself as a pawn. Stupid move, but I guess she was desperate." "Oh god no! Orion has....?" "No! No. At least not to my knowledge. He has been gone since last night though. Black is trying to lead the hunt though. Black has quite the following with newer members. Jasper hasn't been back, though I am sure he won't be okay with hurting her. Titus is trying to talk some sense into everyone. He won't make a move until it comes down from Orion, and it never will. Orion has never green lighted any woman, He won't start now, and not with his sister." "If they hurt her...." "Lena, Orion will not allow any of his men to harm her. You know that. The real question is if the other MC will hurt her." "Where is Orion? Where is Cadence?" "Orion is home with his wife and son. Cadence is gone with Ben." "That is the new Club Prez?" Moira nodded. Lena took her leave. Thinking about what little information she had gained. She was left worried, anxious and ready to go to war over her child. When she picked Tyson up she gave him a big hug, not wanting to let the boy go.
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