Multiple Settings The Serpents [Main Thread]

[MadiRaiCat]

code by @fudgecakez

LORENZO RUIZ​

Location: Warehouse
Tags: Casey ( BeyondDandy ), Drew ( jasmyn )
Outfit: x

The bedroom of the warehouse filled with mist as the brunette slid open the bathroom door and stepped out. Wrapped in a soft, beige bath towel, Lorenzo Ruiz took a moment to glance around the room, admiring his relatively new digs. The walls were neutral in color, a light heather grey, and barely decorated with framed department store art. The dark hardwood furniture coincided with the monochromatic grey scale theme fairly well. With a satisfied smirk on his face, Enzo crossed to the closet where his things hung, eyes scanning them for something to wear. A few things were still in boxes, packed and pushed to the back of the closet to stay hidden away.

After drying his hair with a towel and getting dressed, Lorenzo took one last look at himself in the full length mirror that made up the closet door, assessing his outfit. He wanted to work his way up in the Serpents, make his way as close to the top as he could. He craved the respect, the dignity that a position at the table would give him. If looking good at a party was a way to do that, then he would. His dark black skinny jeans hugged his legs nicely. A plain white t-shirt under a black leather moto jacket accentuated his broad shoulders, giving him an intimidating persona. Black leather boots clad his feet, completely the look of a bad boy gang member. It was a bit on the nose, but it would do the job nicely.

"Better late than never," Lorenzo muttered, running a hand through his hair. He was definitely a little late to the party below, but that was more of his style anyway. Just as he pulled open the door to his room, rapid gunshots rang out. Glass shattered, people screamed, and Enzo froze for merely a millisecond. But it was hesitation enough for him to get angry with himself. Pushing past that he ran down the stairs, wasting no time jumping on his bike and following Drew after the assailants. But it was no use. They were long gone and probably so happy with what they had done. Pushing his way back inside, he took a look around, seeing a few of his new brothers lifeless and cold on the floor. It made his stomach sick, and Enzo turned to Casey for orders. "What would you like us to do?"

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[BeyondDandy]

[class name=container] margin: auto; height: 250px; width: 400px; [/class] [class name=containercont] height: 240px; width: 390px; [/class] [class name=chapterpic] background:URL(https://data.whicdn.com/images/67583722/original.png); float: left; height: 240px; width: 190px; background-size: cover; [/class] [class name=scroll] float: right; height: 240px; width: 190px; overflow: hidden; margin-left: 5px; [/class] [class name=scrollbox] height: 98%; width: 100%; overflow-y: scroll; padding-right: 17px; [/class] [class name=text] font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; [/class] [class name=title] font-size: 18px; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #b7c7d4; [/class] [class name=codetag] font-size: 9px; text-align: center; margin-top: 3px; [/class] [div class="container"][div class="containercont"][div class="chapterpic"][/div] [div class="scroll"][div class="scrollbox"][div class="title"]THE LEADER: CASEY GUIDRY[/div][div class="text"]Glass cracked under Casey's boots as he stepped deeper into the massacre, bodies tinted red by their own insides - laying motionless as their souls left the earth they were born to roam. The warehouse mirrored a war zone and Casey could not fathom what had just happened under his nose. Immediately his eyes noticed the two patches at rest, members of his organization he swore to protect now dead and gone. He felt himself in a nightmare, the devil on his shoulder blaming him for everything - and he believed it. Everything else was silent, there was no noise cluttering this demon and the feeling of guilt he forced down Casey's throat.

He however snapped out of this haze when Bella appeared. He looked down at the young girl, noticing the numerous injuries she sustained from the event. She needed immediate attention so Casey scanned for his medic who surfaced as though hearing his mental plead for help. Stevie turned up to aid Bella with her wounds, she herself suffering from an injury to the shoulder. "Bella, Stevie is going to take care of you okay. Just do as she says..." he instructed her, bending forward to give her a kiss on the forehead before giving Stevie his attention and taking her hand. "Could you please check on my sister after? I think she's seriously hurt..." he asked, his eyes beginning to water at the idea of losing another sibling. He shook it off, sniffing and thanking Stevie as Andrew burst through the front door and sternly asked pressing questions.

"Too many to count. Look Andrew, we have another situation," Casey started, pulling him aside and away from an audience. "Police are on their way here as we speak and we have at least three cases of line in the backroom. I doubt they'll search, but I need you to pull the van around and get it out of here before they arrive. Understood? Take it to Midnight and stash it somewhere. Take Enzo with you," he instructed, handing him the key to the backroom locker. Before he moved on he stopped Andrew one more time. "Were you guys able to make them? Plates, faces, anything?" he asked in reference to the SUVs that attacked, praying to God they were able to get some kind of clue to their assailants. His attention was then drawn to the gunshot that put the music out.

Everyone seemed to have the same reaction, ducking as though they were under fire yet again - only to realize it was his crazy-ass sister that shot the stereo. "Jeremy, get that damn thing out of her hands," he directed, making sure his sister did not go insane with a loaded gun. Casey was not even aware she knew how to fire a gun. Nevertheless, he ended up in their general proximity - Jeremy, Izzy and Devin around him. "Stevie's going to take a look at that leg in a second. I want you and everyone that's been injured taken to the hospital, no questions asked. I don't know how long it'll take the ambulances to arrive, so Devin, Jeremy, if you two can, load some people up and head down there now. Take Izzy, Stevie, Bella and anyone else that you can carry. I've got something I need to handle."

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[jasmyn]

Andrew Michaels

Serpent

Looking around at the damages only seemed to ignite the anger in Andrew further. How could they be so naive and let something like this happen? They should've been on high alert with Julius' death and yet here they were, having to bury who knows how many fallen brothers. Casey's response pulled him from the thoughts, walking to the side as he explained what needed to be done, to which he simply nodded. The next words, however, cause him to shake his head. "They were gone before we even turned the corner," he said with obvious frustration in his tone, "But I found this when I pulled back in. Near where they stopped when the shooting started," he added, handing Casey what he'd picked up on the pavement. A golden chain with a lion pendant on it. It was broken and likely that it had come off of one of the assailants during the ambush.

"I know it may not be my place, Casey, but I think we should take care of as many of our guys here as we can. The more people we take to the hospital, the more questions will get asked and we aren't exactly on good terms with the law here," he reminded him. The Serpents, from what he'd heard, were a lot different than the Outlaws. They divulged in shadier business and were known to pick fights with the wrong people sometimes, not to mention the amount of blood they had shed and jail sentences they sat out. "I'll get it done," he assured the man, turning around and walking off to do what he'd been asked to do. "Enzo, you're coming with me. You too," he said, motioning to Lorenzo and another guy nearby that he trusted to help him.

Once they were out the doors he explained to them what Casey wanted them to do. "We need to get it out and to the safe house as quickly as we can," he reminded them as they reached the van. He immediately started to load up the contraband from the backroom. It was a lot but the three guys were able to move it at a decent speed. "Let's go. The safe house isn't far," he said, climbing into the driver's seat and speeding off down the road. He hadn't even had time to see who all had been shot, who did, or didn't have a chance. In all honesty, the one person he'd noticed was Izzy. She made it pretty hard to not notice her. He wouldn't say so out loud for fear of looking like he had deeper feelings for the girl but he was grateful she was alive. It would've fucked him up if she'd been a victim of the ambush. "Alright, let's get this stuff in there and get back to the warehouse," he ordered as he parked in the dark lot and walked up to the building to unlock it.

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[FireMaiden]

Belladonna Demarco
Location: Serpent's Warehouse
Interaction: BeyondDandy (Casey) MadiRaiCat (Stevie)
Mentioned: Pretty much everyone
Outfit/Shoes: X1 X2
It seemed like everyone had the same general questions. What just happened, who was that, how many people were gone. Bella refused to look behind her, knowing that if she did, the faces of people she cared about would be among the fallen. So her attention, face painted in concern, remained on Casey. He didn't answer her immediately, Bella understanding why of course. Shock, panic, hurt, anger...so she didn't push until he had turned his attention to her officially. But her question went unanswered. She didn't know if this was just a drive-by, the police, someone who was still outside and ready to fire again...it scared her. She wasn't used to getting shot at! But some of her concern seemed to melt away when he kissed her forehead, Bella instinctively seemed to reach up and touch the spot he had kissed for a brief moment before her hand dropped again.

When he turned his attention to Stevie, who Bella knew was injured, she looked away to try and see who else was around them and injured but Stevie grabbed her attention. "Hey wait, I'm fine!" There were other people who needed medical attention more than she did. Two grazes we're nothing, Bella could handle them herself but after a few meager seconds of futile resisting, she sat down with Stevie, watching Casey walk away to deal with the aftermath.

Bella had been patched up enough times to not really mind the sharp pain that came with Stevie cleaning her wounds and bandaging them up. If she needed stitches that first aid kit probably didn't have the supplies to do that anyway. "You need to deal with your shoulder Stevie, it'll only get worse," Bella spoke softly, shifting on the barstool to try and once again get a grasp on the situation. Out of all the dancers present tonight, she seemed to have been the only one injured, the other girls doing what Stevie had commanded and we're helping the wounded. Not that they were heartless enough to ignore them in the first place.

Once she had been patched up and had thanked Stevie, Bella stood and stepped away so Stevie could focus on everyone else. Now Bella wasn't sure what to do. She could help with the wounded, or run home and grab her car so she could help live people to the hospital. Helping a many as they could here would be safer, but some of these injuries would be beyond their abilities to control. The woman hesitated on what to do, she found herself moving to the side of an injured man who...honestly probably wasn't going to make it. But she could try at least, doing her best to stem the bleeding.

 

[jasmyn]

Roxana Winters

Serpents

Roxy's eyes struggled to leave Frankie's lifeless body. The saddeness inside her now replaced by pure anger. She knew this was part of the lifestyle, she'd known that since she was kidnapped by a rival gang when she was a teenager when her father was killed trying to save her when Julius was gunned down and so many other incidents in between. They all knew the risks, even Frankie. Still, he was a kid and he was her friend. He was trying to make a place for himself in the Serpents and he didn't even have that chance anymore. It pissed her off. She looked over as Natalia walked up and started to talk to her. Normally Roxy would've snapped at the girl giving her orders to do something but this wasn't the time. They all had the same goal right now. Save as many as they can. She nodded and made her way to the bar, grabbing towels, and whatever else she could find. "Here," she said as she handed some off to Natalia and moved to see who she could help.

Suddenly another loud pop caused half the Serpents to duck and the other half to reach for their guns. "Jesus!" she yelled out at her friend. Roxy was glad to see she was alive but was the blasting the radio to bits really necessary. Upon hearing Casey order Jeremy take the gun from Izzy she shook her head. "I got it," she called out. Jeremy was likely to get shot if he got within a few feet of Izzy right now and they definitely didn't need that. "Iz, please," she said, holding out her hand and taking the gun just as Devin and Stevie both walked over to tend to her wounds. Roxy walked towards Jeremy, "Put that up," she insisted, handing the gun off on her way to tend to some of the other members.

Her eyes caught sight of Bella, kneeling down beside a man that Roxy knew well. She knew most of the members for a long time having grown up around them. These were father's friends, her friends, men who had protected her, and now they were dying. "Damn it," she walked over and kneeled beside Bella, another girl she didn't care for much but the circumstances made that tension seem stupid. "Hold this on the wound," she offered the rag to Bella as she took the man's hand in hers. "Hey, Richie. It's gonna be okay, alright. You've been shot plenty. This is just another one for the books, yeah?" she forced a smile but they both knew that his wound was too deep. "Just make those sons of bitches pay," Richie said in a strained voice, his eyes shifting between both her and Bella. "We will. You know we will," she promised as he nodded off.

She pulled her hand out of his knowing he was gone, her eyes watered but she quickly stopped the tears. "Are you okay? Stevie take a look at you?" she asked Bella, noticing the blood on the dancer's skin. "If you want to help, we can start cleaning this place up. The cops won't mark it as a crime scene, they don't care about us enough to. They will chalk it up to us provoking another gang," she said coldly. The only thing they would care about was the outside and their precious precinct members, not the casualties within the Serpents. Her eyes flickered back to the girl before she started to pick up what she could of the disaster zone. They had a major target on their back and this was only the beginning. This was war.

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[apolla]

Location: by the bar
Feeling: fucking hurt & pissed
Tags: Devin ( wickedlittlecritta ); Roxy ( jasmyn )

Izzy couldn't hide her smirk as people flinched when she shot the stereo. Nothing about the situation was funny, or at least, it shouldn't have been. But she just shot the stereo, and to her, that was a little humorous. Sticking her tongue out at Jeremy, she swung the gun around (her finger wasn't on the trigger, okay?) and rolled her eyes. "Always with the crazy bitch comments. You need some new material- OW!"

While she'd been talking, Devin had led her into a seat and cut a hole in Izzy's jeans. She'd barely noticed. In fact, she was starting to feel a little woozy-- that is, until the vodka splashed against her wound and she shrieked in pain, nearly uppercutting Devin in the process. He was lucky that Roxy came over to take the gun from her when she did, or he might have lost a body part. She'd been deciding which one when Roxy appeared at her side.

"You guys are no fun." She ground out as she dropped the gun in Roxy's hands, gritting her teeth while Devin worked on her thigh. "Are you just digging around in there for fun, or are you gonna get the bullet out?" Her voice came out in a snarl as she gripped the chair tightly. "This fucking hurts..."

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[apolla]

Location:warehouse
Feeling: pissed
Tags: Drew ( jasmyn ); Casey ( BeyondDandy )

Just how had things gone so wrong, so fast? Jeremy could only stare for a moment at the carnage before him, gunshots ringing in his head still. Or maybe that was Izzy. Either way, he knew he had to move, so he forced himself away from the wall he'd just punched, ignoring his own bloody knuckles as he knelt down beside someone.

Dead.

He heard the conversation between Casey and Drew, and he had to admit that he sided with Drew. The hospital was not the place for the Serpents, especially if they had people like Stevie and Devin and a few others who could help them out. Jeremy leaned back, meeting Casey's gaze. "He's right." Jeremy kept his voice low, and didn't look at Drew.

"We need to avoid the hospital unless it's really necessary, and I'm sure Stevie can let us know who needs to go." Jeremy's gaze shifted to Izzy who was complaining about the bullet. "First time?" He smirked and then moved on. He spotted Drew and Enzo and another guy headed outside, but didn't follow. "Whatever you need, Casey. I got you."

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[wickedlittlecritta]

Devin Murphy
Location: Warehouse Party| Interacting with: Izzy, Jeremy apolla | Mentions: Casey BeyondDandy
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“If I had gone to med school and knew how to do this properly you'd have to dig it out yourself, wouldn't you?” Devin asked Izzy. "Ahahaha," he added, pulling the bullet free with the long pair of tweezers. "You wanna keep this?" he asked, before dropping the bullet into an empty plastic water bottle and setting it aside to wrap Izzy's leg up.

Casey's instructions to get the wounded to the hospital were mostly sensible, but if he wanted to sow some discord, this was the time, when Andrew and Jeremy were already itching for a fight. But over getting Izzy and Bella and Stevie to a real doctor? Out of the question.

Besides, this was what whoever shot them wanted. For them to be weak and scared and divided, and eat themselves from with in. And he would be damned if he played that game.

When Casey said jump, his job was to light a fire under people to make it happen.

“Jeremy, stop trying to think. It's not your strong suit," Devin said, patting Izzy's leg well away from the wound gently and standing. “The police are already here, we're gonna get questions no matter what. Let's make sure nobody else fucking dies today, alright?"

 

[FireMaiden]

Belladonna Demarco
Location: Serpent's Warehouse
Interaction: jasmyn (Roxy)
Mentioned: Pretty much everyone
Outfit: X1
She had been so focused on putting pressure on the wound and trying to distract Richie by asking him a few questions, she hardly even noticed Roxy. With a nod, she took the rag, quickly replacing her hands with it. Bella hadn't seen this much blood in a long time. The dancer knew it wasn't good, it was too dark, spilling to quickly...the bullet must have hit an artery or an organ, she wasn't sure. But she fell quiet when Roxy started speaking to him, letting her share his final moments. Once...once he was gone, Bella slowly withdrew her blood-soaked hands, taking a small shaky breath. For a few moments the world seemed to grow muffled, every voice a mile away until Roxy spoke again.

Bella looked up, sighing softly. "I'm fine, just grazed. Stevie already patched me up." Her wounds stung a bit, but she knew that Stevie was probably the most qualified in the building to help people out. "Are you okay?" Roxy was upset, that was obvious. Not just about the death and destruction, but of the fact that the police didn't care. Bella knew all to well about that. Women in her like of work...well, they weren't exactly cared about either. A soft whine made her head turn, smiling a bit when she saw Felon..a few spots of blood on his back showed where he was doing his job and making sure everyone felt alright. Seems it was Roxy's turn.

As Bella stood, the dog approached the other girl and nudged her leg, wagging his tail as he licked her hand. Bella might not have liked everyone here, but Felon did. After a few more moments of affection, the dog trotted off to go comfort someone else. Bella had started picking up too at this point, carefully stepping around broken glass to help clean up. It was really the least she could right now.

 

[MadiRaiCat]

code by @fudgecakez

STEVIE TORERRO​

Location: Warehouse
Tags: Bella ( FireMaiden ), Casey ( BeyondDandy ), Izzy ( apolla ), Devin ( wickedlittlecritta ), Jeremy
Outfit: x | x

These were the kinds of situations that Stevie was trained for, but that didn't mean she enjoyed them. In nursing school, the emergency clinical rotations were always the most taxing, the smell of blood never leaving the room and the screams of patients filling the hallways like harmonic notes of a orchestral dirge. From gunshot wounds to broken bones, she had truly seen it all. Shifts were long and breaks were short, and there wasn't really a lot of time outside of clinicals for a social life. Clark had hated it at the time, using her long days as a reason to argue and start fights. But Stevie rather liked the extended shifts, using them as an excuse to not be around Clark. They were bittersweet memories, but ones that she kept close.

Pulled from her thoughts, Stevie turned her attention to the tall man in front of her, realizing that Casey was there. He looked like he had a lot on his mind, which wasn't surprising. This probably wasn't the way he had imagined his return to the Serpents going. The look in his eye was easy enough to determine, and so she offered a comforting smile and nodded. "Of course, Casey." The brunette turned back to the task at hand, addressing Bella with a smile. "I'm alright, it's a flesh wound. Didn't hit anything all that important. Now let's get you patched up." After removing the bullets and disinfecting the wounds, Stevie used some standard surgical glue to close them. She didn't have a suture kit like she would have wanted, but it was good enough. "Alright, Bella, I think you're good to go. Don't strain yourself."

The adrenaline had begun to wear off, and the pain had started to rise in her shoulder. Stevie winced as she moved, the burning sensation causing discomfort. Grabbing a piece of thick gauze, she hastily taped it to her shoulder to worry about later before continuing on. The brunette paused at Izzy's side, examining the bandage work that Devin had done. Satisfied with and slightly impressed by the job he had done, Stevie offered her a comforting smile before looking around the area for someone else that needed help. But the word 'hospital' caught her attention, and she immediately spun around to where the men stood. "I agree with Jeremy," she said, walking towards them a few paces, "Hospitals aren't exactly Serpent-friendly. The doctors are required to report all gunshots to the authorities, and those alone are enough for them to get a warrant to search this place. In my personal opinion, it's not a good idea."

Stevie paused, realizing that she was stepping into a position she wasn't sure the Outlaws knew that she had been given. It was rare for a woman to have a spot at the table and to be included in decision making. But Julius had given her that position, and she intended to hold on to it. "I've been the main medic for the Serpents for a few years, I'd like to think that I can help out and patch everyone up. At least those that can be helped," she said evenly. "I'll back you up with whatever you decide. I'll be in the infirmary if you need me." With that, Stevie turned and walked down the warehouse hallway towards the room that had converted into a gang-ran medical suite. Letting out a sigh, she gathered some medical supplies before plopping down on the chair to remove the bullet from her shoulder and sew it up.

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[MadiRaiCat]

code by @fudgecakez

LORENZO RUIZ​

Location: Warehouse -> Safe Houes
Tags: Casey ( BeyondDandy ), Drew ( jasmyn )
Outfit: x

Gang hierarchies were an interesting concept, so similar in dynamic and structure to the very government they generally oppose. Lorenzo knew that his position was almost at the very bottom of the pack, the only ones below him being the incredibly new members at those that were not part of the gang but definitely employed by it. Even though he was a low man on the pole, he was confident in his position and his ability to eventually work his way up. Until then, he would do what he was told and learn what he could. After all, loyalty was everything. With Julius gone, there would be a transition into Casey's leadership. and there would be some fight back from the Serpents who didn't appreciate his leaving years earlier. But all of that could be helpful in his mission.

With a nod in response to Casey's orders, Enzo turned to followed Andrew towards the doors. "Yes, sir," he responded, quickly loading the items into the back of the van. Once everything was loaded, he made sure he took the front passenger side seat before the other Serpents member could. It was a silent action of dominance, showing that Lorenzo believed himself to be more important to the gang than the other member and would gladly stand his ground if challenged, at least against the other member, definitely not against Andrew. Drew was patched, and Enzo respected his authority. The drive was relatively short and quiet, no one really wanted to talk about the situation back at the warehouse. He had seen a few bodies, people he had become friends with over his short time with the gang lying lifeless on the ground. It wasn't something he wanted to think about.

"Roger," Lorenzo responded, moving to the back of the van to unload the packages. They were rather lucky that it was dark, less people around to notice or question what they were doing. After all, it was far from legal. The safe house was a rather unassuming apartment duplex in a not-so-great part of town where people tended to keep their noses out of others' business. Enzo was sure that the civilians knew this was Serpents territory, and aimed to not to anything to anger the gang. It was probably a classic story of gang protection in exchange for silence. With everything from the van unloaded, Lorenzo returned to his place in the front passenger seat to ride back to the warehouse. Glancing at Drew, he asked, "Did you lose anyone you were close to tonight?"

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[BeyondDandy]

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The phone rang a couple of times before a groaning voice came from the other side. It was well passed midnight at this point and there was no doubt his old buddy Todd Crenshaw had just been woken up from his much needed beauty sleep. "...Hello?..." the voice came through. Casey sighed in relief before speaking. "Todd, this is Case...." he started, pausing a second to let the man orient who was on the other end of the call. "Guidry??!" the man responded in shock, a bit of fear at the end of his surprise. "Yea.....Look, I've got a favor to ask you. You'll get a couple cases soon, I need you to look the other way." The simplicity of his request and the oddity that it came after five years of zero contact kept Todd quiet. Casey stood there in silence, eyes closed in hopes that Todd would acknowledge what he was asking for. "......It's going to cost Case. Nothing in this world is free..."

The conversation lasted a couple of more minutes, but ended in an agreement. Todd was the State Attorney who looked over civil and criminal cases in their county. It was likely that after the police investigation, the paperwork would come across Todd's desk - where with their agreement, they would somehow disappear. With that out of the way Casey made his way back into the warehouse just in time to witness emergency medical staff come hauling in to treat wounded victims. He also spotted Sheriff McCallen coming his way, her facial expression disclosing her frustrations before she even spoke. "Who were those people Case? I know you know. I've got an officer in critical condition because of those assholes, please don't make this harder than it has to be. Who were they?"

Casey nodded negatively to her questions, implying he did not know who attacked them. The Sheriff however did not believe him, securing the scene around her before speaking. "I need you to come with me to the station and answer some questions," she ordered, hands prepared to pull out the handcuffs if Casey did not comply. Looking around he could see the uneasiness of his comrades - signaling them to calm down as other officers entered the premise. "Okay," he answered McCallen, following her towards the front as he avoided any further altercations. His eyes wandered over the dead, over bullet holes in the walls and at the living that stared back at him. He started to doubt his ability to do the job his brother did for so many years. As he enclosed himself in the back of the patrol vehicle, he glanced back at the warehouse one last time before being taken away to the station.

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[jasmyn]

code by yousmelldead

It had been about 3 days since the party that ended in bloodshed. The driveby shooting, while tragic, was a needed reminder for The Serpents to stay on high alert. They had recently lost their fearless leader and with the new merger they had an even bigger target on them than usual. Whether it was the same people who had killed Julius or other rivals coming out of the woodworks was up for debate and everyone had an opinion. Some members were setting aside their differences and forming alliances with each other but some were only clashing more.

In the days following the ambush, they had been doing everything they could to figure out who had come for them. They had so many enemies that it was hard to narrow it down but the lion pendant one of their attackers had left behind gave them their first lead. So with that, they'd begun to scope out the rival gang they knew to use the symbol and dig up info. They needed to strike back soon. Sitting around would only fuel rumors that they were weak or soft and allow more people to attack. It was all one big shitshow and it was sure to only get crazier.

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[FireMaiden]

Belladonna Demarco
Location: The Demarco Residence
Interaction: Open
Mentioned: N/A
Outfit: X1
Despite not being an official member, the past three days had been filled with the same emotions as those who were. Anger, grief, paranoia...it wasn't exactly hidden knowledge that Midnight Fantasy was owned by the Serpents. And in turn, that most of the girls knew about what was going on or at least, were able to get close to the members. So, while she didn't wear their cut, Bella felt she and the other girls could be in danger.

Today was her day off, and currently Bella was getting ready to head over to the warehouse to see what she could do or at least, make a nice meal for everyone. In times of high stress, people often forgot to take care of themselves. And kicking ass with an empty stomach was a hard thing to do. So freshly showered and smelling nice, Bella stood in her kitchen measuring out Felon's lunch. Being a big dog, she fed him two meals a day, with a "snack" during the middle because he liked to run around and burn off energy, so that little extra normally helped tie him over. Or in the very least, kept his begging for snacks to a minimum.

Anyway, after sitting his bowl down at the end of the small island, she made her way into the cozy living room.and plopped down on the couch. While she was planning on going to the warehouse, a part of her was actually worried. It was still, in some ways, a mess. You couldn't scrub blood out of floors as easily as it looked on TV. And while that itself wasn't bothering, the fallen members were. Call it survivors guilt, some of the people who would never take another ride were better people than she was. Why...why didn't she get hurt any worse? Two bandages were the only evidence she was injured. It just didn't feel fair. But at the same time...Bella was relieved she was still here.

With a sigh, she stood again, starting to just aimlessly wander around her house before suddenly moving to the front door. Slipping on some slides, she opened the door and whistled for Felon. Once he had skittered up beside her, she opened the screen door and let him bolt out the door. But he knew to stay within the confines of their yard, Bella decided he could just play for a while. Stepping out after him, she sat down on the small porch to watch, figuring she would take just a little longer before heading over.

 

[MadiRaiCat]

code by @fudgecakez

STEVIE TORERRO​

Location: Training Room -> Bedroom -> Table
Tags: Open
Outfit: x -> x

Left. Right. Duck. Dodge. The petite brunette moved around the old leather punching bag with an unexpected amount of fluidity and grace. Maybe it was the ballet lessons she took as a kid, or maybe it was just because she had a general poise about her. Either way, her ability to move came in handy when she was in a real fight. If only the guys who had killed some of her friends had stopped to face what they had done. She would have gladly returned the favor. Because of her size and kind nature, people often underestimated the nurse. But she had a fire that could turn wild, especially if her friends, her family were being threatened. Intending to release some of the pent up anxiety and anger she had felt since the shooting on the Serpents, Stevie threw a hard left hook at the bag. And she immediately regretted it.

"Son of a bitch," she cursed, her left arm dropping limply to her side. Her right hand moved to her shoulder, pulling back to see a bit of blood on her fingertips. "Well that sucks," Stevie muttered to herself, using her bandage-wrapped palm to put pressure on the reopened injury. Leaving the training room, she paused in the infirmary only to grab a tube of surgical super glue before moving on to her own bedroom. The stitches in her shoulder had ripped a bit, causing the bleeding. But the wound had healed a bit, enough for her to use the surgical glue to keep it together. Waiting only enough time for the glue to dry, Stevie took a quick shower before getting dressed for the meeting that day, the meeting that would decide what actions they would take against the Tyrants.

How Stevie had gotten a place at the table, she wasn't sure. It was rare that women were accepted into gangs, let alone given seats at their leadership tables. Somewhere, deep down, she knew that her relationship with Julius held something deeper than mere friendship. They shared a secret that could easily condemn them both. Maybe that was what had compelled him to give her a seat. Or maybe he actually did trust her judgment and appreciate her advisement. Either way, she was thankful for the life he had given her after what had happened with Clark. Pulling herself from her thoughts, Stevie took one last look in the mirror before heading out to the meeting room.

Stepping inside, she took a look around, feeling a pang in her chest at the sight of Julius's chair, a place he would never return to. Even though there was comfort in knowing Casey would be taking his place, it was still hard to think about never seeing Julius again. She had stayed strong throughout all of the grieving, many members coming to talk to her like a therapist. She hadn't really had a chance to deal with it on her own. Then again, Stevie was more of the "bottle up emotions" type anyway. Walking further into the room, she took her seat, pulling out her phone to scroll through while she waited for the others to show.

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[wickedlittlecritta]

Devin Murphy
Location: Kitchen > Meeting Room | Interacting with: Stevie MadiRaiCat | Mentions: n/a
​

Devin was in the kitchen, watching his moka pot steam on the stovetop while he sat on the counter next to it, pensively stirring a yogurt cup. He had his jacket thrown around his shoulders again, over a yellow button front shirt with the sleeves rolled up, showing off his many tattoos, including the rattle snake coiled up his right arm. He had a thin tie on loosely around the open collar, a half-buttoned suit vest, and his boots to complete the look.

There probably wasn't enough coffee in the world for this meeting, but he was going to make the attempt, at least.

He was still thinking about Frankie.

He was thinking about how he'd dug up so little on the Tyrants, and how fucking useless this whole thing made him feel. He wanted to listen to the little voice screaming to just go and kill them all.

Devin sighed and slid off the counter, dumping his spoon in the sink and his empty yogurt cup in the garbage, and made his coffee.

He was one of the first to enter the meeting room, cradling his oversized mug in both hands, though Stevie had beaten him. "Hey Stevie. How's that shoulder doing?" he asked, circling around to his seat, at the head of the table's right. He tried not to think about how it wasn't Julius' anymore, and wondered is she were doing the same.

Was this what being haunted was? No ghosts but the memories in your own head? If so, it was the fucking worst.

 

[MadiRaiCat]

code by @fudgecakez

LORENZO RUIZ​

Location: Warehouse
Tags: Open
Outfit: x

The soft sounds of rock music played in the background, a soundtrack to the scraping of metal against metal and the rumbling of different power tools. Lorenzo slid around his motorcycle on a rolling stool, holding a cell phone to his ear with his shoulder as he worked. "Yes, Ma, I've got plenty to eat. No, I don't need you to send me money. You barely got enough to get by yourself, that's why I send you money," he said, chuckling at his mother's persistence. She was a fiery woman despite her petite stature and unassuming appearance. She worked herself to near exhaustion as a schoolteacher. The territory came with a small salary, but that didn't hold her back. Enzo gave her some money every now and again to help make ends meet. But he could always trust that she would be alright, one way or another.

"Alright, I'll stop by later this week for dinner. Yes, I'll let you know. Nah, it doesn't have to be anything special. Hell, we could order from that Italian place down the road if you like. Alright, alright, love you too, Ma. Talk to you later." Lorenzo leaned back from where he was adjusting a bolt on the motorcycle to end the call and slip his phone back into his pocket. His mom always did pick the most inopportune times to call. After a few more adjustments, he stood from the stool and took the towel from his shoulder to wipe any excess grease from his hands. "That should be it," Enzo murmured to no one in particular, a smirk turning up the corners of his lips. He moved to the side of the bike to start up the engine, unable to help his grin when it purred to life. "Perfect."

After cleaning up and parking his motorcycle in its designated spot, Lorenzo made his way back into the main portion of the warehouse. From what he had heard, the table was meeting today to discuss their response to the Tyrants attack. He wanted to make sure that he was around when they brought their decision to the rest of the club. Enzo wanted to be at that table more than anyone else, at least that's what he believed. Some kids dreamed of being a doctor or firefighter or an astronaut. He dreamed of having a respected position with the Serpents. His mother, of course, had no idea that he was even a club member to begin with, and he intended to keep it that way, one way ore another.

Lorenzo meandered through the halls of the warehouse with no real destination in mind. He paused by his locker only to grab a clean shirt to change into before continuing on. Even though he had only been there a short time, Lorenzo had the type of charming personality that made it quite easy to befriend people. So he returned the greetings and hand shakes of familiars faces as he passed, only stopping when he reached the main recreation area. A few Outlaws and Serpents alike milled about, probably waiting for the same reason he was. Lorenzo decided to grab a pool cue from the wall to rack up a game. At least it would pass the time until the table meeting adjourned, and maybe he could even hustle a few Outlaws out of some bills. That is, if any would play him anyway.

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[jasmyn]

Andrew Michaels

Serpent

The past few days the gang had been on high alert. They'd been gathering intel on the Tyrants ever since figuring out that the pendant found after the shooting was one of theirs. Andrew wanted so badly to make a move that night but it wasn't smart and he knew that. Luckily he knew better than to let his anger get the better of him, sometimes. Instead, he focused getting ready for the inevitable fight and digging up what little information he could. It wasn't until this morning when he'd gotten a tip from a reliable source who said they knew where the Tyrants kept their drugs and guns. It wasn't what he wanted but it was a good start and something he needed to share with the rest of his brothers at the table meeting.

Throwing the last of his cigarette out he stood up from the bench he'd been sitting at and let out some of the smoke he'd inhaled. This meeting was needed but that didn't mean he was looking forward to it. It was the first one they were holding without Julius and since the combining of the gangs. He was sure that Casey would want to bring one of his own members in and that was understandable but it didn't make it less weird. Drew walked inside the warehouse and looked around at some of the members who had yet to make their way into the table room. "Hey! The meeting is in five," he warned them. The damn slackers were too busy playing pool to have remembered on their own.

Entering the room it was like something was looming over them. A void that he was sure everyone could feel. He took the same seat he did every meeting and looked around as others did the same. The noise was low but it was clear what the chatter was mainly about. Fuck this was a little harder than he'd thought. He leaned back in his chair, holding the folder he had with the information on some of the members and the location of their drug house in it. He couldn't help but notice that the second in command was empty-handed. Not surprisingly so. Andrew had always thought he was the better man for the job. Maybe he was just cocky. Whatever, either way.

location: table room.

mood: kinda cocky.

outfit info here.

tags / interactions here

coded by natasha.

 

[apolla]

Location: bar
Feeling: existing
Tags: Andrew ( jasmyn ); Enzo ( MadiRaiCat )

It had been three days since the shooting, and to be honest, Izzy was shook to the core. She'd already lost on brother, and she'd almost lost the other one too. Not to mention the fact that she herself had been shot in the thigh, the damned wound aching on the daily to remind her. It still bled if she exerted too much energy, though she had it wrapped tightly now under her already tight jeans.

Currently the brunette sat at the bar in the main room to the warehouse, watching some of the others continue to clean, or play pool, or do whatever it is they were doing. She had a glass in her hands, filled with orange juice. And vodka. Mostly vodka. Stirring it absentmindedly, she stared into nothing, the scene from three nights ago playing vividly in her mind over and over.

She hadn't spoken to Casey since that night. She hadn't spoken much to anyone, really, which was unlike her. She hadn't even found comfort in Andrew's arms (or bed) like she usually tried to do when upset. She'd just... existed. Moved from one day into the next; followed the bare minimum to stay alive. Had she eaten? She couldn't remember.

Lifting her gaze at the sound of pool balls clacking together, she watched absentmindedly as Enzo started up a game. Normally she would go join, or at least watch, but now she just sat there, stirring her screwdriver.

code by apolla

 

[apolla]

Location: warehouse
Feeling: annoyed
Tags: Enzo ( MadiRaiCat )

Jeremy spent the three days after the shooting trying-- and failing-- to gather intel on the gang that had shot them up. He wasn't much of a nurse or caregiver, so he let the ones who were take care of those who needed it. He'd gone on a couple long rides on his bike, but they only helped to clear his mind some. Knowing that Casey had been right there when Izzy was shot scared the daylights out of him. What if it had been his friend? Could this gang make it through another loss like that?

He wasn't sure, and he didn't want to find out. His own wounds were scarce compared to some, so he'd taken care of those on his own. He'd also spent some time in his room, just thinking. Honestly he hated being by himself though, so the majority of the time he could be found in the warehouse somewhere, just doing something to keep busy.

Currently he stood down the hall from the room that the others would go in to make the decisions for the gang. Having been both a serpent and an outlaw, he thought that he should be in there too. But no, he wasn't invited and yes, he felt some type of way about that. He knew his own reputation: the mostly goofy guy with anger issues, but there was more to it than that. He cared deeply about both gangs, and wanted to do right by them, and especially Casey.

Hidden in the shadows, no one should have seen him. He watched a few people enter then scoffed to himself, turning to head for the main room. He saw Izzy by the bar, nursing what looked like a non-virgin glass of OJ. Turning his head, he spotted Enzo just starting up a game of pool. "Perfect."

Making his way over, Jeremy grabbed a cue off the wall. "Friendly wager?" He questioned, turning to look at Enzo from the other end of the table.

code by apolla

 

[BeyondDandy]

[class name=container] margin: auto; height: 250px; width: 400px; [/class] [class name=containercont] height: 240px; width: 390px; [/class] [class name=chapterpic] background:URL(https://data.whicdn.com/images/67583722/original.png); float: left; height: 240px; width: 190px; background-size: cover; [/class] [class name=scroll] float: right; height: 240px; width: 190px; overflow: hidden; margin-left: 5px; [/class] [class name=scrollbox] height: 98%; width: 100%; overflow-y: scroll; padding-right: 17px; [/class] [class name=text] font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; [/class] [class name=title] font-size: 18px; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #b7c7d4; [/class] [class name=codetag] font-size: 9px; text-align: center; margin-top: 3px; [/class] [div class="container"][div class="containercont"][div class="chapterpic"][/div] [div class="scroll"][div class="scrollbox"][div class="title"]THE LEADER: CASEY GUIDRY[/div][div class="text"]It had been a couple of days since the club had been attacked during the Serpent and Outlaw merger. Members and club patrons felt the constant fear that another would soon follow so their defenses multiplied overnight to ensure everyone's safety. Casey ordered lesser ranked members to hold watch day and night - taking proper precautions to prevent what seemed inevitable. The building itself was in current repair status, bullet holes being filled, interior damage being replaced. Despite trying to rewind time, members were lost that night - and that was unrepairable.

Coming out of the bathroom of his room, Casey stopped before the dresser mirror - staring at himself in deep thought. His concentration broke when a soft moan and voice called out from his bed. "Hmm....Good morning....," the brunette greeted, stretching her arms and legs out of the white sheets. "Good morning," Casey responded politely as he started dressing himself. "Money is on the dresser, you're welcome to breakfast or anything from the bar." The girl expressed a sweet smile, but her eyes bore signs of sadness. "It's okay, it's on the house," she smiled, wrapping her naked body with a sheet as she made her way passed Casey and into the bathroom. The door shut and Casey stared at the mirror again, disturbed by his own reflection.

Making his way through the warehouse he noticed his sister first near the bar - deciding to pay her no mind as he continued through the hall. He couldn't face her at the moment nor explain anything that had just happened to all of them. He would talk with her when he had answers so was hoping his people brought something valuable to the table. Coming across Jeremy and Enzo at the pool table, Casey felt a little frustration at their lack of usefulness in that moment. "Jeremy, you're with me," he ordered, giving Jeremy the invitation to the meeting room he wanted. He needed at least one Outlaw in there, this was a merger after all. Opening the double doors he walked inside slowly, most of his members already around the table and prepared to get started. They appeared more anxious than he did, their eyes targeting him for guidance and the pursuit of vengeance.

Setting himself down at the head of the table, his elbows and forearms glued themselves into the wood as he leaned forward. He looked around the table at everyone present, signaling Jeremy to take one of the empty seats. "I know it's difficult for some of you to see me sitting in this chair. I know how much each of you loved my brother Julius and I appreciate every single one of you for looking out for him while I was away. I never planned to come back however, especially not under these circumstances. But this club is my life and I will not bury it with him....that's not what he would have wanted." Casey paused for a second, exhaling as he sat back and comforted himself in the chair. "It's been three days since we were attacked. We lost members and friends, so I've gone ahead and started the process of getting each of them a proper burial. Stevie, I'd like for you to contact their families to let them know and keep them updated. The warehouse should be fixed by the end of the week as well, Jeremy, you're in charge of making sure these workers feel at home. I don't want them to feel threatened by anyone here."

"As far as our case, I spoke with Sheriff McCullen and they don't have any leads. No one in the area saw anything or are simply unwilling to talk to the police. Cameras captured the vehicles, but they had no plates. There's no tracking them. So that brings us to what Andrew found the night of the attack," Casey informed, taking out the necklace from his vest pocket and putting it on the table for everyone to see. "What do know about it?" he asked his table. Hoping they had any kind of useful information on their assailants.

tags: apolla , jasmyn , MadiRaiCat , wickedlittlecritta [div class="codetag"]coded by ukiiyo[/div][/div][/div][/div][/div][/div]

 

[MadiRaiCat]

code by @fudgecakez

STEVIE TORERRO​

Location: Table
Tags: Devin ( wickedlittlecritta ), Andrew ( jasmyn ), Casey ( BeyondDandy )
Outfit: x

Staring at the photograph on the screen, Stevie couldn't help but smile softly at the sight of her brothers. The picture depicted them surrounded by a group of college friends at a bar, celebrating their 21st birthday. As much as she wanted to spend their special day with them, Mateo and Luca had moved halfway across the country for college. They were making something of themselves, and Stevie couldn't be prouder. So, instead, she had made sure to send them two expensive bottles of liquor to party with. Family had always been important to the female Serpent member. Her parents still held grudges that she moved out to live with a man so young, but otherwise, they were still fairly close. She talked to her parents at least every few days and made sure to call her brothers at least once a week. Stevie cared about them just as much as she cared about her gang family.

The brunette looked up from her phone when she heard someone enter the room, smiling as Devin sat down across from her at the table. She sat the phone face down on the table, and shrugged. "Hey Devin. It's alright, thanks for asking. As good as a flesh wound could be so soon after being shot. It'll just be another scar to add to the collection," Stevie answered nonchalantly. She preferred others not to worry about her, and therefore kept the re-opening of her injury to herself. It was then that Andrew entered the room, folder in hand and prepared to present his piece. She was sure some information on the Tyrants lay within it and, given how many of her people died, she was itching to learn. Nodding to the tattooed man, she greeted him with a simple, "Good morning."

When Casey entered the room, Stevie stiffened a bit, realizing she had been prepared for Julius to walk through that door and not his younger brother. They had several physical similarities, but were different in many more ways. He took Julius's, and now his, seat at the head of the table, leaning forward. His presence commanded respect and authority, but there was a familiarity at least to her that was relaxing. Though she would never admit it to him, and she wished it had happened under different circumstances, Stevie was happy that Casey was back. She listened to his words and nodded along, pausing when he addressed her, "Contact the families... Yes... Of course," the brunette responded, turning the thought over in her head. It sounded like a simple task. But the idea of listening to several grieving family members sounded traumatizing. Nevertheless, she agreed, keeping quiet otherwise.

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[wickedlittlecritta]

Devin Murphy
Location: Meeting Room | Interacting with: Stevie MadiRaiCat , Drew jasmyn | Mentions: n/a
​

"Good. Make sure it stays that way." Why exactly nurses and doctors seemed to think they were excepted from all the good medical advice they gave everyone else was a mystery to Devin, but Stevie was no exception, unfortunately. He nodded to Drew as he entered, and considered making a snippy little remark about the folder--can't wait to see your English project, Drew--but decided, for once in his life, to keep his mouth shut. They didn't need to do the Tyrants' work for them and tear each other apart.

Instead, he leaned back in his seat with his coffee and watched Casey enter, missing Julius so badly his chest ached. He raised an eyebrow when Jeremy followed Casey in, but again held his tongue. He knew why Casey brought him in, even unpatched, and really, did they want the former Outlaws to feel cut out?

God, they were just so poised to collapse in on themselves, weren't they?

Devin listened while Casey spoke, sipping his coffee, annoyed that Casey was right. Julius wouldn't want the club to collapse.

"If either of you need help, let me know," Devin added to Stevie and Jeremy after Casey doled out their assignments. Calling the families wasn't fun, and Devin was sure helping the contractors would be more trouble than it had any right to be. If either of them needed help, Devin wanted to be able to give it.

And then, the million dollar question. He set his mug down.

"Call themselves the Tyrants," he said. "As far as I can tell they're small time, though they evidently don't intend to stay that way. I couldn't find too much on them, but they don't seem to have any fronts. We might have an angle there. I'm working on finding where they launder their money. See if we can get some solid intel there." Most likely, one of the members had a friend or family member with a small business they were working out of, which could go a number of ways, but there was a chance they'd hired a professional, which was twice as likely to be a stone wall of professional iciness, but if they could weasel anything out of a professional money launderer, it had a much higher chance of being gold.

 

[MadiRaiCat]

code by @fudgecakez

LORENZO RUIZ​

Location: Warehouse
Tags: Jeremy, Izzy ( apolla ), Casey ( BeyondDandy )
Outfit: x

Lorenzo placed the plastic triangle on the table, filling it with the ceramic spheres in a set pattern like he had learned to do as a teenager. His stepfather absolutely loved billiards, and was pretty good at it too. As a way of bonding, Enzo's mother insisted that he go along with her new husband. At first, he was reluctant, not really trusting the new man in his life. But learning how to play pool really did open him up and allow him to get to know his new stepfather. Pulling the plastic triangle away, he slid it into the slot on the table to admire his work. He looked around the room, trying to find a suitable opponent. Izzy sat at the bar not too far away, but seemed distant and as though she didn't want to be bothered. A few other Serpents members milled about, but none were all that interested.

The new recruit was about to give up and just play a solo game when he heard a voice from behind him. He turned to find Jeremy there, holding a cue in his hand. Enzo had heard about the Outlaws member through the grapevine, and knew him as the hot-headed goofy guy who had inclination for alcohol and women. He seemed like the type of guy who would be fun to be around as long as Lorenzo didn't get on his bad side. "Sure, man. How about a hundred bucks?" he responded with a grin, pulling the bill out of his pocket and placing it on the table. "I'll even let you break since I have home field advantage. What can I say? I'm a gentleman." The brunette stepped around the table to let the man take the first shot. But before he could, Casey entered the room and commanded him to the table.

Lorenzo couldn't help the pang of jealousy that shot through his chest. He wanted to be the person that sat at that table. But based on the slight annoyance in Casey's eyes at the sight of them playing pool, that wouldn't be happening anytime soon. Grabbing the crumbled bill from the table, Enzo watched the two men disappear out the door before setting his pool cue on the table, no longer really wanting to play the game. Instead, he crossed the room to the bar where Izzy sat, pouring himself a tall glass of some whiskey. It was bitter and burned going down, but it would do the job. His dark brown eyes drifted to the woman alongside him, watching her for a moment before speaking up. "How are you holding up, Izzy?"

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[jasmyn]

Andrew Michaels

Serpent

As Andrew sat in his seat waiting for the room to fill up and Casey to arrive he scanned the others. He wanted to get a good read on everyone's emotions though he knew that the biggest one was tension and grief. He offered a quick good morning to a few people, Stevie being one of them. He knew that Julius' not being here was hard on her but she also had a bond with Casey that had quickly be reconnected when he arrived back with the Serpents. Andrew didn't have a problem with it, in fact with Stevie close to Casey he felt a little better but that didn't mean he wasn't still on the fence. Regardless, he was trying to get on the new leader's good side so that he could move up. Even if it meant knocking others out of their positions so that he could do so. Not that he would resort to anything crooked...yet.

When Casey walked into the room with Jeremy in tow, Andrew clenched his jaw. He didn't understand why Casey would allow an unpatched member into the table room. It was against the Serpent laws. Which meant he had to have fully intended on patching Jeremy. He leaned back and listened to what Casey had to say, taking in every bit of it. Before he could respond, Devon was speaking up but not that he had much. Devon and Drew had always sort of been at each other's throats. To say they weren't friends was an understatement. "I got a tip this morning from my source," he started to chime in, holding up the folder.

"We have a location for the safe house where they keep their drugs and guns. It's not guarded at night bc it's out of sight in a wooded area but on Mondays, Tuesdays, and Fridays they do runs so there is foot traffic on those days. If we are going to hit them with this then it should be after midnight on a Wednesday," he suggested, sliding the folder over to Casey. Inside were a few other things he'd gathered, intel on a few members, and so on. "Nothing on their leader yet. I haven't been able to even get a name unfortunately. We know that their former leader, Marcus, was killed two years ago. Other than him, nothing," he said, feeling defetated as he said it out loud.

location: table room.

mood: kinda cocky.

outfit info here.

devon wickedlittlecritta ; stevie MadiRaiCat ; jeremy apolla ; casey BeyondDandy ;

coded by natasha.