Hear my shapeless songs i'm singing and painting this morning light, bit by bit, hoping I'd get to that summer sky. I'm feeling alright I can see your palm reaching out to mine. ---In the orange sky, there is glowing fireflies.
Typically Will would've picked up Nicole at the Penthouse but Johnny had called a meeting. It was for the enforcers of the club and he fit into that ranking. It was never a title he asked for but since he would do the dirty work. That is just where the chips fell for him and now he was staring in boredom at Johnny. Right now he could've been off watching Nicole model new lingerie. When Johnny wrapped up the meeting he just gave a quiet nod and followed the boss back into the main hall of the club. There was a tattooed young girl who looked barely legal at the bar.
Grabbing his glass of jack from earlier he moved to a safe distance and watched the interaction. This girl was back talking Johnny and he just rubbed the bridge of his nose. This damn girl was trying to get herself killed but seems that there was a reason for her bold nature. Johnny was pissed and took a hammer to his hand on the bar. "Damn. So much for a quiet night." He muttered to himself as one of the members went to grab a jacket for the girl. Seemed the winds of power were changing and now they had to fall in Line.
Luckily William wasn't the type to fight the ranks because he was happy with his role. When lulu arrived back his eyes darted to Nicole. When The new girl and johnny disappeared he carefully watch Lulu to see her response. It wasn't long before Lulu was ripping the place apart and William moved to step in front of Nicole. Looking down at his finger tips he watched as they changed to metal and slowly it over took his entire body. It was good timing because the bar hit his body with great enough force that it shattered around him.
"You okay?" He asked over his shoulder before her gaze went back to Lulu. Johnny finally made an appearance and approached her. 'Stupid.' William thought as Lulu snapped his neck and darted out the door. Moving over towards his Boss he helped mouse put him on the couch. 'It he still alive?' Asked the newcomer. "He's fine. Just give him a bit and he will be the asshole we all know and love."
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Post by Sophia Cromer on Apr 30, 2018 21:21:26 GMT
You can't trust anyone.
Everyone is out to use you or kill you.
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Sophia was trying to avoid watching Buster and the little tart he was playing pool with. Seems they had this little game of trying to make the other one jealous. She wouldn't admit she wanted anything in the means of commitment. Sophia had been on the run her entire life and it always came when she got to comfortable. Still her eyes watched as he leaned over the little tramp and there was a bitter cold look on her face.
There was some satisfaction when he told the girl to get lost and she vacantly stared at him. It was always hard to know exactly what she was thinking behind those looks. "Fuck off." Her cold tone spoke when he acknowledged her finally. Sipping at her drink she watching as some girl just strolled into the club. Suddenly she felt busters arms around her, pulling her close. When Lulu came back things went to shit even faster.
Suddenly johnny was down for the count and Buster was basically pushing her out the door. Once they were out in the front lot she just stared at him. No words escaped her lips even though her head was screaming and ready to tear into him. Truthfully she flirted with other guys because it was a bit of a turn on to see him knock randoms in the jaw at a bar.
Some messed up version of foreplay between the two of them, but either way they always ended up together by the nights end. Shooting him and evil glare when he asked if she wanted to go for a walk. Grabbing a bowl of water she turned and splashed it on him. There was a smirk on her lips as it dripped down his chin and soaked his shirt. She knew it would make him mad but at least she got her amusement.
Post by Buster Fleetfoot on Apr 30, 2018 22:16:15 GMT
Buster was sitting there with that signature smirk. It washed away with his smugness when she splashed him with a bowl of water. Buster looked at the bowl in her hand. "I'm not filling that up again. You're just going to have to go thirsty." He said. He couldn't help take a shot. He was pissed. He was more so pissed about all the random flirting with strange men than he was the sudden power shift in the club.. To be honest he couldn't really care who he was getting his orders from. It didn't affect his bottom line.
Buster had no wants or needs of running the club himself. He was like William. He just wanted to be left to do his own thing. Ever since he found out Sophia was his dog, he had been a bit preoccupied with processing it all. For one thing it was little awkward explaining how the stray mutt he brought home was actually his girlfriend. But he wasn't embarrassed. When she turned into a human she was a god damned knock out. Who would be embarrassed of a woman that looked like that?
Buster didn't have to try as hard now. He didn't have to work for his dinner. That was the beautiful part of being in a.... Whatever this was. She came to his room every night. He didn't have that urge to scream at the wall or push his gun into a pillow and pull the trigger. He had several holes in his mattress from where he committed senseless mattress murder in a fit of rage. Buster had always had anger control issues.
He half expected himself to fly in a rage. Scream in her face. Something, anything. Instead he just smiled. "Okay, maybe i deserve that." He admitted. Buster was sure she wasn't very pleased with him leaning all over miss tight ass in there in the skimpy skirt. She was practically falling out of that dress she was wearing. She couldn't have come onto
Buster any harder if she was sitting in his lap with her legs around his head. Buster knew that Sophia was the best thing that had ever happened to him. He wasn't going to admit that. That would mean he was all valunerable and sharing his feelings and shit. That wasn't his style. No, he was more the type to passive aggressively piss her off, push her away and act like a child. That was more his thing. Buster didn't know how to deal with his feelings. He wouldn't admit his feelings, he just wasn't ready to be that guy yet.
There was a crunch, a snap and then total darkness. Johnny's body hit the floor with a less than subtle thud. The next thing he heard was the sound of heels clicking their way furiously out of the room. Being dead wasn't so bad. It was kind of peaceful actually. Except for the tearing pain ripping through his neck right now. Bones sat broken. Johnny's eyes stared at the baseboard of the bar. He could see a pair off boats dangling on a stool. The got off the stool. His eyes stared at the baseboard. Dust and debris littered the ground from Lulu's tantrum.
You know the worst part about being dead? There is no blinding white light. There is no great beyond. People were going to be really disappointed when they died because sure, you CAN see those things, but Johnny had died enough times to realize that that white light you see is just chemical reactions happening in the brain after you die. Eventually it all goes away. That beautiful white light is endorphins and serotonin pushing it's way through your cerebellum.
Eventually it all goes away and you're left there. A motionless shell. Only you're brain doesn't die. No, the brain doesn't die right away. You're left there for several minutes while the brain slowly suffocates. Sometimes depending on your adrenaline level this can take upwards of twenty minutes to happen. At least in Johnny's experience.
Maybe his brain chemistry was different. Maybe his brain chemistry was special. All he knew was that Lulu had gotten mad and broken his neck. He could feel still. That sheering pain wracked him as he felt someone lifting his body off the ground. It was Mouse. As Johnny's head rolled around from the motion it turned and looked into a big blond beard. This sucks. He thought. Mouse's beard tickled his nose. He wanted to scratch it but there was nothing he could do. His arms didn't work.
His legs didn't work. The only thing that worked was his brain and his sense. He could feel something happening in his neck. "Lay him out on the table." Brick said. With a grunt in his ear Mouse did just that. He could feel himself being lowered gently onto the pool table. His head staring directly ahead into the over head lights. Can you please moved the fucking lights?!?!?! Johnny screamed in his head. "Get the lights." Silver Shadow demanded. Someone mercifully moved and cut out the lights.
Ahhh, that's so nice. Johnny thought. There wasn't a bright as bulb burning it's way through his cornea. He could see green spots in front of his eye. Those same spots you see when you look at a bright light for two long. His fingers twitched. Crack crack crack snap! The bones were mending. "How long is he out for?" Someone asked. Johnny could not place the voice. He felt his neck repairing itself. Lulu would be long gone by now. Outside he heard a car roaring down the road. Finally. His neck cracked a final time and then it was healed.
Johnny sat up and turned his head to either side. It popped a few times as the cartilage inside got a good healthy pop. "You okay Johnny?" Mouse asked. "I'm fine." Johnny assured him with the look of a man who was more than a little pissed. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialed Lulu. After a few rings he heard it finally pick up. "Lulu! What the hell!?" Johnny's tone was less than amused. This wasn't the first time Lulu had left him for dead in a fit of anger.
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Taking in what was happening wasn’t very hard. However, seeing Lulu lose it like she had was a very bad shock to the system. Seeing the dust and wood going around in the air, almost making it suffocating. What she wasn’t expecting was it heading in her general direction. She put up her arms defensively.
When she didn’t feel the impact she looked up passed her arms to see William there. Letting out a breath she was apparently holding she gave a brave smile. “Yeah, I'm okay.” She said. Her voice was a little shaky, but otherwise she was definitely fine.
She combed her fingers through her curled hair. Her eyes went to the woman with blue hair. She supposed she was going to have to get used to a new boss. But her canine loyalty was to Lulu. They'd been through torture together. It's something she couldn't just put behind her.
She hoped Lulu would be okay on her own. Her face contorted with worry looking to where Lulu had left. She heard the tires and she felt terrible. Nicole turned her attention back to what was happening around her and looked to William. She wasn't used to this yet. Her heart racing, her mind clouding with thoughts of what ifs. Her dark eyes seemed a little darker with the thoughts.
She wondered if there really was a chance to be with William. The thought of it being worthless trying hurt, but she wasn't exactly known for taking huge risks. She felt like a puppy stuck in an abusive household. The household being her own limitations. Living in the past while trying to get through the present wasn't paradise.
If this is to end in fire we should all burn together
Brad hadn't expected this to happen. He should've but he never had. Why wouldn't one of Carson's kids come looking for him? Because he wasn't that great of a dad who kept in touch. Loved his club more than them. Hell, he didn't even spend time with them. But here Brad was, getting a call saying his daughter Bastina from Tahiti was visiting, and deciding to take over the business.
Driving down the road from his office, his mind kept racing thinking of all the different scenarios where this just all backfired in Carson's face. Mostly with Lulu. Her temper normally on good days was bad enough to snap Johnny's neck. Otherwise she was the pampered princess of the castle that didn't have to really follow the rules.
He never understood what Johnny saw in the girl. Brad himself liked strong women, but he had more maturity in himself than she did in her whole pinky finger. And they say women matured faster than men. In body maybe, but emotionally she was on the toddler spectrum. Him he was much more like an old man in that regard. Things people said normally just rolled off his shoulders like water on a ducks feathers.
Pulling up in the back parking lot he wanted to make sure that no one saw his face except the people inside. Adjusting the cufflinks and the hem of his jacket he strolled inside without a moments hesitation. Just coming from his Law firm he hadn't really had time to dress the part of the Fools. Although he normally didn't. He liked the finer things in life now that he could afford them.
Walking through the halls he waved to everyone he passed by. However, the "happy" part of the day had been erased seeing the damage to the bar. His mouth hung open. Lulu must've gotten the news. He noticed Johnny yelling at his phone laid up on the couch. Yeah, she definitely heard.
That's when he noticed the new girl with blue hair. Tattoos adorned her skin much like everyone else's in the club. He could see the similar features in her face that made her look a little like Carson. He kept his face neutral as he walked over to her, hearing she wanted a party to celebrate. 'More like celebrating my misery...so many things to rewrite, too many things to teach her.' He thought, but his eyes kept a slightly cheerful look to them.
"Hello there, you must be Carson's daughter Bastina." He held his hand out courteously. "My name is Braddock Kingsley. It's a...pleasure to meet you." He decided to lay on the charm. It wouldn't hurt for a few harmless flirty comments. Make her feel a little more comfortable around him maybe. Or it could lead to complications later down the road. He'd have to be careful what to say.
Post by Tabitha 'Lulu' Milton on May 7, 2018 19:20:30 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 had been sitting there for a while listening to the tree branches rustle above her head. She always found some sort of solemn peace even though seeing the kids play gave her sadness. As far as johnny knew she couldn't have kids because of her past but truly it was because of their life style. Who would want to raise kids in a criminal life where they would be targets. That didn't matter now since she found out she was pregnant a few days after she escaped her torture.
So far she stayed tiny and it wasn't really visible yet but she was torn and now this new girl and new stress. When her phone started to vibrate she looked at the caller ID and sighed. Pulling the phone to her ear she heard the anger in Johnny's voice. Seriously she didn't see why he got so mad about it. Its not like she actually killed him because he was basically indestructible.
"You seem stressed baby? May i recommend a nice relaxing yoga session." Her tone was soft but full of cold malice. "What your rather me do johnny? Kill her? She's Carson's daughter and she doesn't just spring back like a jack in the box." It was clear the bitterness in her voice and the fact that she didn't like any of this. Slowly standing up she brushed off her dress and headed towards her car.
"I think im gonna go up to the spa for the weekend. If I come back im gonna kill her and then carson is gonna be nagging non stop." Lulu spoke for a moment in a tone that was cold but then went soft. "Oh, Johnny I'm Pregnant..." With that the phone disconnected and she turned it off before getting into her car. Tossing it into the passenger seat she took to the highway after dropping a huge bomb.
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The glare that she cut him when he joked about not filling her bowl back up made even the sun wanna freeze over. She wanted to turn into biscuit and just rip something off of him that would stop him from being so cocky. Still even then she would have to catch him and that wasnt going to happen. Unless of course she took like an ounce of meth and could get the energy to rocket behind him.
"How about you go have that little skeezy tart clean it up for you." Yeah she was pissed and she would sure act like she hadn't been all over Mouse before the meeting. The two of them obviously had issues committing to feelings for the most part. Sophia never had a constant person n her life and since she was little she was on her own. You stop trying to feel anything because after a while the world beats it out of you.
Now she was stuck in this cat and mouse game that always ended the same way. A line of clothing from the door of his room to piled around the bed. Honestly this little game of making each other jealous was a bit of a turn on for her. Kept things exciting when he would show up to the bar she was at and punch out some loser.
He wouldn't punch out the other club family but outside the club it was fair game. Sophia just wouldn't admit that she gave a damn about anyone.Then again her damn canine loyalty would always make her go running if she felt like he was in any sort of trouble.
Johnny was indestructable. How then was it fair that Lulu always knew just how to tear him down. She wore on his nerves and pushed his buttons. She got away with more than he would allow anyone to ever even consider pulling, and yet he loved her with all his heart. Broken neck or not that was his queen. Sure she was probably as spoiled as everyone said she was but they didn't know Lulu's demons. They didn't see the hell fire that he drug her out of when he made her a part of his club.
Ever since Johnny was never able to say no to her about anything. He wanted to give her the moon on a silver platter. He wanted her to have the world. Anything her heart desired he made it hers because she deserved it and when he couldn't.... He just felt awful. Johnny felt like he was letting her down. He had promised he would be the one guy who never let her down in her life. Johnny stood there trying not to loose his cool. He could hear the snippy smartass saracasm spilling out of her mouth and he just wanted to scream. Then there was silence. He could hear her on the other end of the phone asking if he had hung up.
It was distant, and vague. He barely knew what to say.- :You're..... pregnant?" Johnny wasn't sure if his words sounded more like a question or an accusation. He wasn't sure what he felt either. He was stunned. He slumped back into a chair and just stared at the wall. Pregant he thought. He licked at his lips. "Yeah baby I'm here." He assured her. He kept forgetting to talk his mind was swirling in a million different places. Suddenly she was saying she was going to the spa.
He nodded. Johnny forgot to actually speak, but he heard her getting off the phone. "I love y...." There was dial tone in his ear. He closed the phone and just sat there. What if their kid was like them? What if they had a mutation. What if.... What if he wasn't a good father? Johnny grew up in foster care. His only role models for what a father should be was Carson and the random sporadic foster fathers that used to lock him in closets and basements and attics. Fuck. He felt like he just died again.
Hear my shapeless songs i'm singing and painting this morning light, bit by bit, hoping I'd get to that summer sky. I'm feeling alright I can see your palm reaching out to mine. ---In the orange sky, there is glowing fireflies.
Most of the guys were hanging around Johnny as his lifeless body just laid there. Some of the guys wondered if maybe he was just lucky and if lulu would finally do him out. Nicole came back to the leather chair he sat in. Grabbing her be the waist she was pulled into his lap and he took the bottle of whiskey and pulled it to his lips. The liquid barely burned his throat since he was typically always drinking and he nearly had to drink his weight in whiskey to feel any sort of buzz. "After this we can go back to my room and watch something. Just chill." He spoke softly to Nicole as his lips moved to kiss her cheek.
Right now Johnny's body was vulnerable and most of the guys would hang around for defense measures. His attention did turn to the lawyer who walked in and it made his face turn cold. "Hey bitch boy. You done down town being butt buddies with the other lawyers and judges." William spoke to Brad as his hand moved to flip him off. As far as he was concerned that guy was a sell out and crooked. They had no proof but it was convenient how he managed to fuck up carsons case that he said he had won.
After another few moments Johnny was up and popping his head back and forth. He was pissed but he was breathing air so thats all that mattered. William listened as he called Lulu and then he heard the Pregnant bomb get dropped. It was enough to make any man shocked and when the phone was put down William offered Johnny the bottle. "Good shit Man. Congrats on the bouncing bundle of vomit and shit." His tone was in a more friendly and joking tone. A few moments passed and Johnny was still in shock so william took his chance to stand up and grab nicoles hand.
Heading Back down the hall he found a room opposite sides of the hall from Mouse. Most of the guys had bachelor pad looking rooms with shitty furniture and naked chick posters. Williams room was like walking into a 5 star hotel. Leather furniture and the bed stood out with a metal bed frame. Those there was a huge cherry wood armouir thats seemed out of place. It held a variety of hand cuffs and other assorted Items. Ropes, Chains, Whips and all the things that he used on the women who followed him home.
She wouldnt know unless she got nosey and he shut the door behind them and locked it. "Make yourself at home." His tone was soft but flat as he moved towards the little kitchen. Grabbing some pizza rolls from the freezer he put them in the microwave. Sure he had fine tastes but sometimes junk food just fed the soul.
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