[attr="class","nthlftsybdytxt1"]Buzzz, buzzz, buzzz!! The phone in the pocket of her backpack screamed at her for attention. It was her mother no doubt to scream in panic over finding Alfonso dead. The guy was a creep who had been eye balling her since she turned 16. For 2 years he made her skin crawl and when he finally tried something he met a horrible end. Galla learned to control insects more and more everyday which was helpful. It was easy to find out safe codes and alarm codes to steal from rich people. Thats how she paid her way here after her bitch of a mother cut her credit cards off. Apparently she wasn't fond of her daughter reconnecting with her father.
Galla had already been to visit Carson a few times to listen to anything he had to say. About life and his other kids that apparently were more important than her. Mostly she listened about this Outlaw group and all the info she would need to prove her identity. Mostly the Letters and knowing her way around the club like only a member would. That was two days ago and she was now getting off her train to Detroit. The city air stunk horribly from what she was used to and everything felt so crowded.
Back home there was beaches and plenty of space but here it was all pavement and smog. Heading down the crowded streets she easily found the clubhouse with precise instructions. Sliding through the gap in the chained gate she heard dogs barking in the outdoor pens. Quickly she moved through the yard and pushed open the doors. Stepping inside she could smell the assorted smoke. "Wow some place ya got here." Her tone was sarcastic as she walked inside and up to a guy in a lather jacket. His hair was slicked back and he had a vacant look on his face. "Buster right?" Galla asked as she grabbed the cigarette from his lips and moved over to the bar.
Sliding onto a bar stool she spun it around and looked at all the people starting to gather. Most of them had a expression between shocked and stupefied. "Where's Johnny?" There was a grin on her lips as she waited for the vice President of the club to show his face. There was about to be a tough pill to swallow From this new comer.
Johnny heard the commotion out front. He was in the back room, at the meeting room table. With him was Brick, Mouse, William and Sean. Private meeting with Johnny and all the club "Enforcers " Johnny lookd around the room at all the serious faces. "So we all know what we're going to do right?" Johnny asked. The room responded back to him with quiet nods. Johnny smiled. "Good, now what the fuck is all that noise?" He asked. Pulling open the doors he looked out into the clubhouse.
Johnny strolled out into the club. Rings on his fingers. Studded leather braclets wrapped around his wrists. His Fool's Dice Jacket was sitting neatly on his shoulders. The patch on his jacket read Vice President. It was his job to fill in while Carson was in the slammer. He was filling in. Johnny was doing a good job of it too. The fact was he was acting President of the club.
Johnny had never met Carson's kids. He met Cindy, that cute little 8 year old, but her mother fought for custody and took her away from Carson. Right after that he lost control. Started taking stupid risks because he just didn't care. That's what got him locked up in the first place. Johnny walked out into a sea of quiet curious faces. They looked from the blue haired girl to their leader Johnny. People just weren't this ballsy.
Nobody came to the fool's dice club except a fool. This was not a local dive bar. It wasn't open to the public. Anyone who came in here was either looking to get their ass beat or apply for membership. There was the service station attached to the side. A little mechanics garage attached to the bar so the boys could earn a little legitimate money and keep the cops from geting to suspcious.
But they knew the bar was off limits. The door had a sign on it. "FOOLS ONLY TRESPASSERS WILL BE BEATEN. GO AWAY!" Johnny strolled right up to the girl sitting on the stool. Buster was by the door looking in. He opened the door and some sunlight came streaming in for a moment. Buster's face was priceless. Pure shock. Johnny looked up at buster then back to his new friend.
Johnny stepped behind the bar and poured the girl a beer. He set down a coaster and set the beer on it. He gave her a warm and sarcastic smile. "I'm Johnny what can i do for you?" He asked as pleasently as he could possibly muster. "More to the point. What the fuck are you doing in my bar?" His voice was less than friendly now. He leaned on the counter. "You came to ask for a favor, we're not mercinaries. We're upstanding citzens. Finish your beer and get the fuck out." Johnny said turning to walk away.
[attr="class","nthlftsybdytxt1"] 'These guys sure arent a talkative bunch.' Galla thought as she sat on the bar and glanced around at the many faces. All of them looked like someone you wouldn't want to run into in a dark alley. Still her she sat amongst them a stranger with no fear what so ever. For all she knew her daddy dearest was sending her to get her organs harvested. Criminals do that sort of shit right? She wasn't anything like them and sure didn't have much blood on her hands. Technically her insect friends had all the blood on their little exoskeletons. After a few minutes she was starting to get bored which made her wanna just bust through every door in the joint to find this Johnny Rome. Eventually the sea of tattoo ink split and she turned to see a man behind the bar.
He was cute and she really wanted to chat him up a bit more. A smirked tugged at her perfectly paint lips as he mention his name was Johnny and she watched him pour a beer. Man she could get used to this grade A service. The grin on her lips turned to a bit of a smirk as he tried to order her around. "I think you should watch who your talking to buddy. You may end up getting you feelings hurt." There was a smugness to her voice as she brought the glass to her lips and made a loud sip. All around the room you could hear glass shatter on the pavement floor as the other members dropped their drinks. Sliding off of the bar stool she moved a few feet to a pool table and picked up one of the balls before dropping it in the corner pocket.
Suddenly she turned and pulled herself to sit on the edge of the table. A look of amusement and determination on her face as she saw Johnny's anger grow. "In about 30 seconds Carson is gonna call and set you straight on a few things. 30, 29, 28.." She continued to count and everyone stared at the phone that sat on the bar. Just like clockwork the phone rang and she watched Johnny pick it up. Damn she shift in the winds made her almost way to happy and she really wanted to celebrate with one of these tattooed hotties. When Johnny hung up the phone she pulled out a letter from Carson. "Apparently daddy wants me to be his eyes and ears. Take up his seat here and learn about the family business. Anyone want to argue?"
By the time Johnny hung up he looked pale. He looked just as black and white as one of his tattoos. He looked up from the phone and over to the girl who he had never seen. Carson never told them about a teenage daughter. What made things worse was she was so fucking young. She thought she was the dimega because daddy went and made her the head honcho chief chilly frie maker.
Johnny saw where mouse had been fixing the wood on the bar with a hammer. There had been a fight a few days ago. Mouse and Dennis had really went at it. Needless to say they did a little bit of redecorating. Johnny always said if you had a problem you settle it in the cage. That was more of a Johnny thing. Carson was never really big on the cage. They had it made right before Carson went inside, but Carson was a big fan of talking shit out like men. Johnny always figured it was easier to let two guys beat the piss out of each other until there were no more hard feelings. At any rate he wanted to step in the cage now.
He knew damn well no one was going to get in there with him. You could reduce Johnny down to a red smear on the floor and he was just going to keep coming for you. Johnny was beyond pissed at this most recent devolpement. Johnny breathed deeply through his nose. He tried counting to ten in his head. That shit didn't work. For once he felt like he was going to scream and without thinking he picked up the hammer and started bashing his own fucking hand. "AHHHHHHHHH!" He screamed in wild anger as the hammer came down again and again and again. His fingers mangled. They broke and twisted. Blood showered his face and by the seventh or eight hit Johnny was tired of swinging.
His hand felt like someone stuck it in a furnace. White hot searing pain shot through his hand but he stared at the girl. She looked back at him. The faces around the room were shocked. Johnny didn't usually self harm unless he was super pissed and just needed to absolutely destroy something. What the fuck did he care? It all grew back, twisted back, healed, mended and straightened out in the end. Johnny's hand was dripping all over the counter. All over the floor. He stood there breathing hard and wishing he could do something besides blindly follow orders. If they thought he was pissed wait until Lulu heard what was going down.
"What the fuck are you guys waiting for? Go get her a jacket! She's in charge now. Oh, and may i Introduce Carson's daughter.....What the fuck is your name anyways?" He couldn't hide the distaste that stung in the back of his throat. Carson was damn near like a father too him. It kind of hurt that Carson had never mentioned this girl to him before. IT was almost like a betrayal, but kinda, not really. He just didn't know the old boss as well as he thought he did. He looked up to him. Respected him, but apparently he didn't know him at all. When she told him her name Johnny nodded. He clicked his tongue on the inside of his mouth and sneered. "What's your first order of business then..... Prez." He said sarcastically. Still a little bitter that Carson made her acting president.
Post by Tabitha 'Lulu' Milton on Apr 30, 2018 3:25:52 GMT
what was it like to love him?
it's like hearing every goodbye ever said to me - said all at once.
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Lulu hadn't been at the club most of the day. After the run in with the psycho dead guy she had been working with contractors to gut out the club. Nicole who had been through hell with her was given a prospect jacket not long after they were rescued. Now she was meeting her for a shopping trip and to hit the tanning bed. After hours of spas and beauty treatments they were in a car headed home.
William always drove Lulu around but today they had some regular hired man. There was some boring meeting so she missed the chance to make William all sour after a panty shopping trip. "Those shoes look absolutely stunning on you. Ironsides is gonna love them. How that going by the way?" Lulu asked in a polite tone wanting some inside gossip. William had been closed off since his last girlfriend had left and lulu allowed the girl to leave.
Only because William was treating her like basic property. Thats just not how you treated your queen and even Johnny agreed. Finally they pulled in front of the club and headed inside. She let the driver bring the bags and she could hear the sound of a hammer inside. When she stepped in the door and she could see the blood all over her bar. "Who the fuck got blood on the new Mable bar?" She asked before looking to johnny to see his hand.
Her gaze darted to the girl with blue hair and a new jacket on her shoulders. "Did we recruit Hannah Montana?" There was a smirk on her lips and a laugh that escaped but quickly faded. "Seriously what the fuck is going on and who the fuck are you?"
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It had been a couple of months since she met the smart ass Leather clad tornado of a guy. Typically she would've run on down the road but something made her stick around. It sure wasn't his snarky comments but then again maybe it was. The two weren't really a discussed item with a shiny label on it. Most days she hated him and that dumb vacant look he would get. Some days she would find herself flirting with the other members just to piss him off.
Whatever they had it was toxic but like a drug that you just needed another fix. Neither of them were good at the romantic shit but when it came down to rolling around in private. that was something they were plenty of good at. Even now she had been glaring at buster from across the club. He was playing pool with one of queenies little escort tarts and she had been doing the same with mouse before the meeting.
Now she was frozen in a paused game just watching him try to talk up this floozy. Pulling a cigarette out she pulled it to her lips and leaned against the wall. There was a leather prospect jacket on her shoulders but it wasnt something she truly cared about. Her mind was always on leaving but she could never seem to set her foot out the door. Maybe her canine loyalty was starting to rub off on her. Guess lassie wasnt hittin the trails anytime soon/
Sitting across the street in an apartment building overlooking the club was one man. Dylan Walker. He wasn't government and he wasn't local law enforcement. Well, not really. He was a private investegator. He had a file a mile wide on these sods. Each one of these blokes had a wrap sheet twice as long as his arm. And he had some pretty long fucking arms mate! Dylan didn't live here. He honestly didn't know who lived in this apartment. All he knew was they were gone vacation.
Their apartment mailbox was so full the lazy mailman had taken to stacking their mail on top of the box. The plants outside their door were wilted and dead, and plus... He had called and told them they won a sweepstakes and personally paid for them to go on a cruise. God he loved having an expense account. He had a pair of high powered binoculars and could see everything inside the club from a couple of well placed windows.. There was a lot of shit going on. "Busy day at Casa Fool."
Dylan was looking out the window through his binoculars and just watching in amazement. One guy was going ape shit with a hammer on his own hand. "Bloody hell, what the hell is that wanker doing?" He asked himself. His british accent was heavy and thick. He looked over and saw a cat staring at him. He was purring. Dylan stared at the cat for a moment. There was several moments when him and the cat were locking horns engaged in an epic battle. The battle of the staring contest. The cat won. Dylan got bored. "You don't blink, do you, you li'l fucker?" Dylan asked. He turned his attention back to the clubhouse.
Well will you look at this. The queen bee is back. "Oh get rid of the hammer mate." Dylan mumbled to himself. He didn't want to see the poor fucker getting his brains bashed in by angry wifey. He knew the basic members and the basics of most of them. There were several files on the bed beside him all opened up. Mugshots of each fool. Johnny Rome, Lulu Milton, there was a real piece of work there. Benny Fleetfoot. Sean Silverman. Some of these files listed powers but not all
. Benny could run really fast. He looked like the type of little weasle to run away from a fight Dylan thought with a smirk. Johnny could heal. Still, he didn't like Johnny's odds of healing of Lulu got her hands on that hammer. Even Dylan knew about Lulu Milton. The rest he hadn't had any run ins with. He didn't know what they could do. Sitting beside the files on the bed was an open spell book. There was some symbols drawn on the floor, from the arcane.
Dylan was a practioner of witchcraft. He used spells and blessings to help him.... Lets say even the odds against the mutants. His mother was a fortune teller and his father was a medium. That's not entirely true. Both his parents were frauds. He was the real deal. The book was open on the bed to the page discussing protection spells. He adjusted his binoculars wondering just when he was going to knock on his neighbors door and ask the fools to borrow a cup of sugar.
[attr="class","nthlftsybdytxt1"] Galla watched the man before her go all sorts of pale before he hung up the phone. The look of defeat and being put in his place was a little to cute to observe. She definitely wanted a piece of that if she could and right now she saw no reason why she couldn't. Suddenly the man was going all jigsaw on his hand with a hammer and she flinched a bit. There was blood splattering and it was enough to make her pale on her own. Finally he was yelling about getting her a jacket and somebody ran to the back. Her eyes stayed on johnny's as he stared not wanting to seem easily intimidated. When another woman walked in all dressed up and pretty Galla Stood straight up.
This woman had to be lulu and there was no denying the power she held amongst these boys. Galla wanted to take that from her and keep it for her own but that would take time. "No, I'm in charge here now. You must be Lulu. im Bastina Falco, Carsons daughter and yeah that carson who i believe is your boss. Those are cute shoes, you should so run out and grab me some." The smug smirk on her face was huge and she stepped closer to Johnny. "I think we need a moment of two alone to discuss whats been going on around here." The girl spoke before she headed down the hallway. For a moment she paused and turned around looking at the other members. "So yall should get a party together I want to celebrate."
With that she headed towards the Meeting room without missing a step. Carson had told her the layout of this place down to every hiding spot and stash box. Shutting the door behind them she moved to the foot of the table and sat in the seat. "I know this all must be hard for you. Please dont be mad about Daddies choice. He never thought he would hear from me since my bitch of a mom kept me away." Her tone went from smug to innocent and sweet as she stared at him. "Is your hand going to be okay?" There was a bit of concern as she stared at the blood dripping. The sight still made her queezy but her eyes moved back up t his face. "So any important business I should know?"
The marble counter top was chipped and broken. Cracks ran through the marble. Johnny wasn't thinking about that shit. Johnny wasn't thinking about the marble. Johnny just wanted to destroy something beautiful and in the moment all he had was his own fucking hand. He tossed the hammer on the floor. It landed with a thud and a clatter. Johnny's hand was still dripping blood. He gave Lulu a look that wasn't frightened but annoyed. Yeah, he probably should have feared Lulu's wrath, but all he would think about was blinding rage.
Johnny followed Bastina into the meeting room. He closed the doors behind her. He watched as she went to the wrong end of the table. She went to the foot of the table. The person in charge always went to the head of the table. Johnny moved to the head of the table. There was a box full of joints lying on the table. He flipped the lid and took one out with his none bloody hand. His bloody hand dangled by his side as she asked about it. He raised his hand up to show her. It was covered in blood but basically fine. There wasn't even a single bruise. "It's fine." He said annoyed.
Johnny had blood on his face, blood on his shirt. He looked like he could rip the tension out of the air and beat someone to death with it. He stuck the joint in his mouth and lit it up. "Firstly." He said taking a few puffs of his joint. "Don't sit there, you look like an idiot sitting down there. Prospects sit there." He wished daddy had told her that. Because having to slow walk her through this was really pissing him off. Not to mention he had to find a way to break this to Lulu. It would be a real shame if Lulu lost her temper and killed the bosses daughter. Sometimes she couldn't help herself.
Johnny found himself Mad at Bastina. He was mad at Carson. He was just mad in general. The one thing he wanted to do was pick up the hammer and relive the moment. He waited for her to take the head of the table before he continued. What he didn't know was that underneath the meeting room table was a bug. Courtesy of Dylan Walker Private investegator. He was hearing every word of this conversation across the street.
Clear as a bell and loud as a whistle. "We do weekly protection pickups from local business. We get a weekly shipment of stolen cars taken right off the street by our boys and we race them for a week before they end up in chop shops; when the next crop rolls in. He run casinos and porn studios and illegal bookie operations. We got our toes dipped in alot of waters. But that's the basics for now." Johnny was still pissed but at least he was loyal enough to do what the boss wanted. He didn't fight it, though he wasn't happy about it.
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Nicole had never really thought she’d ever make lasting friendships. Or even lasting acquaintances. So to her, it was surprising she gained friends, family and a home all in one. Wearing the prospect jacket was strange, but also fulfilling in a way. That she felt as if she had accomplished something for once in her life.
Shopping with Lulu had been an interesting and fun trip. One that Nicole hoped they could do a little more often. Occasionally she would find herself wondering about William, especially while buying some new lingerie. The wonder on her face wasn’t hard to miss though. She hadn’t ever expected to be treated like a princess, or a queen.
She admired the new heels on her feet with a giddy smile. But at the mention of William’s nickname she blushed. “You really think so?” She asked innocently. Now she felt as if she needed to dress up more. All she really wore was a nice t-shirt, some bleached skinny jeans and now her new heels with metal spikes on the heels.
“Well… it’s not like we’re a couple. He comes and goes as he wants. I mean, it probably won’t be anything. Which is fine because I’ve never been in a relationship. I wouldn’t have a clue of what to do.” Nicole said. She wasn’t meaning to be insecure, but that’s how she felt. She hadn’t ever been with anyone, but she also didn’t want to be a burden on him. It was bad enough that he had taken her things and moved her into his parent’s old penthouse uptown.
She hadn’t ever expected that. She had only heard about that happening with couples that were ready for the next step. Her blush died down as a little frown took over her face. Getting to the clubhouse Nicole followed behind Lulu. William would be here and she couldn’t help but feel nervous. Especially when she heard Lulu’s angry tone. Looking up she noticed a girl sitting at the bar. Her pheromones began to spread as she wanted to keep things calm.
Lara rubbed her painful temple walking out of the salon, he pale white hair now felt less damning in the tint of a dark brown. Hopefully the change would last longer than a week this time, seeing the pale color only made her more aware of her cursed mind. The glass door shut behind her as she waved goodbye to the young girl greeting the next customer. Turning back around she started to apologize for slamming into a stranger when she felt the cold touch of absolute nothing. Lara rolled her eyes walking down the sidewalk with no regard for the battered and bruised girl watching her curiously with a thick ligature mark dented into the skin of her throat.
Lara thought she’d ignore the ghostly stalker and find something more distracting at the club. Of course it wouldn’t have been a regular day if the apparition didn’t follow her with agonizing screams. While it wasn’t the same as a conversation with other people she could still hear the voice banging in her head. She shoved her hands into the pockets of her jacket and followed the familiar route down the sidewalk with the silent steps of a following stalker.
She stopped briefly in front of the door to the club and turned to face the apparition with a furious glare, “fuck off”. In a few rare moments she could force back the spirits with a forceful tug, they always came back later. Stepping inside though, she kind of preferred the dead girl’s voice. The place was clad in tension and she could smell the blood dripping off the hammer. Looking between the faces inside she lifted a curious brow and glanced at the blue haired stranger leading Johnny into the other room.
“Recruiting this early? Who the fuck is she?”. Lara almost yelped at surprise of the new addition to the room, the ghost was relentless. At least she had some capability of drowning out the annoying voices. Lara felt the eager lust for a drink, at least it’ll make the day pass by with more ease.
Today was just another day in the life of the Fools. Meetings on what was going to come in, go out, all the good stuff. At least that’s what Vince had thought until a young girl walked right in claiming to be Carson’s kid. Vince knew Carson some through the years. He had helped to build the cage before he was put away.
Everything seemed to go fast as he just watched how Johnny’s face drained of all color from the call and the letter. He wanted to know for sure if she had a really good actor, or if she is really his kid. He watched from the stage, his dark green eyes holding a slight glare at the uncertainty.
However, it changed to worry and fear as Lulu popped in with the newest prospect Nicole. Poor girl had been through shit with Lulu that no one should’ve and word had gotten around that Ironside had some kind of attachment to her. Vince had never seen Will concerned really with any girl after his break up. It was more rare to see him with one for more than just a night.
Hearing Lulu’s tone as she asked who she was. Nicole seemed to keep her distance a bit seeing as she had seen Lulu in action. But that smug look on the young girls face just said it all. She thought she was tough shit. He never thought hitting a lady was okay, but no one treated Lulu with such disrespect. But then he thought of Olivia. What would this mean for her?
Lulu was the one who chose whether or not the girls they dated became their Queens. He didn’t know this girl from Adam. How was he supposed to trust her? She just shows up out of nowhere with this eat shit attitude. He didn’t like it, and he was sure by the twisted look of Lulu’s face she hated it much more.
He could see her arm twitching and decided it best to get Nicole back from her. Quickly before Nicole could place a hand on her shoulder he pulled her away. “Don't.” Was his only instruction and he gently tugged her back. This wasn't going to be pretty.
Post by Buster Fleetfoot on Apr 30, 2018 19:12:56 GMT
Buster was playing pool with some rando chick. She was cute, that was kind of the point. Buster had no real intentions for the girl. Not really. Nothing more than a wandering eye and mischievous mind. The fact that it bothered Sophia gave him endless pleasure. She didn't want to be tied down and neither did he. He went out of his way to prove that point any chance he got. Causally talking to other women was more of a a game for him than ever before. He loved watching her face turn all red and watching her get all pouty over it.
She said she didn't care. Didn't care my ass. He thought. Buster leaned over the girl's slender waist the help her line up her shot. He cast a casual glance back to Sophia to see that she was trying her hardest to remain uninterested in what he was doing. It was no fun if she was just going to ignore it. "How's that?" The girl asked. Buster barely heard the chick. "Yeah, fine yea yea." He said distractedly. "Game's over, fuck off." Buster said lighting a cigarette. There was a harshness to his voice that was cold and unfeeling. If Buster had a heart maybe he'd have feelings for Sophia.
He sat on the edge of the table and lit up a cigarette. He had a wide ass grin from ear to ear. "What's the matter baby?" He asked. Baby. A word he often used, but never meant. It was kind of his pet name for her. What else was he going to call her Biscuit? If he did that she was likely to rip his nuts off. Buster took another puff of his cigarette and winked at Sophia. He was just having a little fun. After all, it wasn't like she wasn't just all over some of the guys flirting her little tight ass off herself. This was just a little payback.
Buster was about to say something else when some girl wandered into the clubhouse. At first the only thing he noticed was that everyone got quiet. He looked around and saw a blue haired woman walking confidently through the club like she owned it. What the hell was this? Buster thought. He didn't change that vacant expression off his face. Not even when she plucked the cigarette out of his lips and took it for herself. Is this chick for real? She had a huge fucking set of balls on her.
It wasn't long before her intentions were known. She was calling out Johnny Rome himself. Buster watched in quiet fascination. His little game with Sophia was done. Without thinking he walked quietly over to her. He wrapped his arm around Sophia's waste and pulled her close to him. Shit was about to get real tense in here. He wanted her close. There was a swelling need to protect her. He just had a weird feeling. Buster was a speedster but shit was happening fast. Even he was having trouble keeping up with the chain of events. He watched Johnny pick up a hammer and his jaw nearly hit the floor.
Buster watched all this shit happen in slow motion. For all his speed he couldn't get that hammer away from Johnny Rome. No, that was something he just didn't want to do. Not in the mood Johnny was in. He hadn't seen Johnny this pissed in a long time. Lulu, sure, last time was maybe yesterday but Johnny? Buster just stood there slack jawed watching the scene unfold. He had forgotten about the girl who was playing pool with him. All he knew was shit was hitting the fan in a major way.
Buster quickly moved over to Sophia and wrapped his arm around her. He thought it might have been a good idea for the two of them to get some air. When he saw Lulu he was sure of it. She demanded answers and Buster wanted nothing more than to quietly disappear. He slipped passed Lulu and out the side door, using Mouse's broad shoulders to hide him and Sophia as they disappeared outside. "It's getting a little tense in there." Buster said finally. He looked to Sophia, he tried hard to read her face, but she had a vacant stare of her own. It was hard to know just for sure what she was thinking sometimes.
He didn't know if they were an item.. He didn't know if his little games were pissing her off or making her jealous. All he knew was he liked having her around. Sure, it was weird at first. He was feeding his kind of girlfriend from a dog bowl. Now, now he wasn't sure what the hell they were.... He just knew that she liked flirting with guys in front of him. That was painfully obvious. It wasn't exclusive, but that didn't stop the jealous, territorial side of him want to break a few jaws. "Go for a walk?" He asked with a smirk. Sure she was part dog, but it was a serious suggestion.
Post by Bastina Falco on Apr 30, 2018 20:27:45 GMT
Nothing left to say
What's standing in your way?
You had the chance to never walk alone
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[attr="class","nthlftsybdytxt1"] Apparently they had some seating chart she didn't no about and eventually she made it down to 'her' new throne. Kicking her heels off she let her feet rest on the table as she slumped back. Looking around she could just imagine herself being bid boss to all these hardened criminals. All because her daddy being the leader of this little organization. Johnny was listing off all the dirty things they had their fingers in but most of it seemed like little league. Galla has grown up with daddy issues and for a while she had been dating some higher up in the drug cartel of Spain. She didn't really run shit their but she did use the time to learn skills she needed for this situation.
"Interesting... enough." She spoke before her feet found the floor and she found herself standing in front of Johnny. "I know your not happy and that's the last thing I want. Daddy has spoken highly of you..." Her words trailed off as she felt a bit of jealousy in the pit of her stomach. "Almost like he considers you his son and I know how everyone adores Lulu." Those words were bitter on her tongue and she just wanted to have a tantrum right then and there. "I wanna prove myself that I can handle this and make MY..." Galla paused and placed great emphasis on that word. "Daddy that I can handle this. I have a feeling your gonna be one of my best friends Mr Rome." There was a smirk on her lips has her fingers brushed across his firm jawline. "I want everyone here in the morning so I can get up to speed on this weeks business. Tonight though I wanna see one of these famous Fool's Dice parties."
Her attention turned when she heard the loud crash of something heavy hit a wall. Moving back into the Clubhouse are she could see splinters of wood and dust from stone. What used to be the bar was now laying in shattered rubble at the feet of one member. He was made of metal which made her smirk knowing she wasn't alone as a mutant here. She hadn't really been able to use her power alot lately, Since honestly half the world hated mutants just for being what they were born to be. Galla glanced over at Johnny and smiled a bit. "Might wanna calm down your woman before she destroys the place." Laughing a bit she moved over to the spot where the bar used to be. Picking up a bottle of tequila she poured a shot. "So party time?"
Post by Tabitha 'Lulu' Milton on Apr 30, 2018 20:39:32 GMT
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This girl strutted on in like she owned the place and even had the straight audacity to try and order her around. Even with Carson around she was the literal Queen of the fools. No one ever talked to her in such a manner of disrespect because they knew what would happen. She watched as the girl walked down the hall with Johnny in toe. people stood around her and she could hear Queenie and Nove trying to talk her down.
Her blue eyed gaze darted to the now ruined marble counter top and she completely blacked out. Her hands grabbed the bar and with a quick rip she pulled it from the floor. It was like ripping a piece of paper and without any attention paid she flung it across the room. At this point her hair was a mess and she stood in the tension filled room just breathing heavily. Everyone kept a safe distance because none of them could regrow parts like Johnny.
A scream escaped her lips as she heard Johnny's familiar Voice. Though it didn't calm her and instead she grabbed his head. A quick Snap to the left and the sounds of bones crunching was heard. The thud that followed was trailed by her turning and walking out of the club into the day light. Climbing into her car she just drove around completely zoned out.
Eventually she found herself sitting in a parking spot at a park. It was still daylight and she watched the children playing in the distance. Climbing out of her car she found a tree to sit under while she just tried to calm her temper. The only reason she wasn't tearing the place apart was because of the children who played carelessly here.
