Love is Shady, Love is tragic
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Sept 1, 2018 16:12:29 GMT
Post by Tabitha 'Lulu' Milton on Sept 1, 2018 16:12:29 GMT
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Most of the week, the day time hours were for club business and doing what needed to be done. All the members and prospects were busy doing what needed their queen bee had told them. So now she took the time and made her way down to the shop. In the glory days it would be her and Johnny down here working on their cars. Lulu being the dolled up high maintenance girlfriend, Dint really see the time to get dirt on her much less grease. Still she didnt really trust anyone to work on her precious baby but her.[break][break]
Mouse was the head mechanic in both clubs but Lulu had out in so many hours on this car. Johnny helped her rebuild it from the ground up and not she just needed the time to think. A few nights back had been a mistake that found her waking up in Johnny's bed. The next morning she snuck out while he was snoring and had Nova melt the tires on every car the fools owned on that clubhouse lot. She had to do something to make him regret putting her in that position.[break][break]
Then again the minute she agreed to the drink, She knew what would happen. Her blue eyes darted to the Johnny's prized car that sat in the corner with a cover over it. Lulu had sent her new recruit buster to go and steal it as extra payback for Johnny taking her weapons. Letting her fingers run over the tools before moving over to her car. Today lulu was wearing an old band t-shirt that had been her ex's and a pair of cut off shorts. Sure her face was covered in makeup from earlier meetings and her nails perfectly done. Pulling her hair into some sort of messy bun her body leaned over the engine and went to work.
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Sept 1, 2018 19:25:34 GMT
Post by mouse on Sept 1, 2018 19:25:34 GMT
 tagged - ### - info info info | Tick....Tock....Time is a fragile thing. You could spend a life time in the arms of someone you love or watch it tick away with nothing to show for it. Just some jackass sitting there with his dick in his hand and a stupid look on his face. Mouse was not the kind of man most people considered foolish, though he was a fool through and through. He had been Loyal to Johnny Rome since the beginning and it had turned a few heads when he sided with Lulu in the split. Mouse was an enigma.
He didn't like people trying to figure him out. He liked that he was wild, unpredictable and a little mysterious. It was part of his appeal. The day he joined up with Lulu it was only out of loyalty to Johnny Rome. Sure, Mouse had a fine relationship with Lulu. She was mother hen to most who donned the Fool's Jacket, but Mouse took it upon himself to look out for her. He knew what she meant to Johnny, even if the split did seem to be permenant at the time.
And even though Johnny had never asked him too... Mouse left with Lulu to make sure that she didn't get herself killed when he found out she was starting a club. Most of the criminals in this city didn't like the competition and without the big swinging dick of Johnny Rome and the balls to back it up, some thought that Lulu was crazy for trying. Mouse kind of respected her for it. Even more so than he already did. It was a big fuck you to the world and everyone in it. She didn't give a damn if you thought she could do it. But then again.
That was always Lulu's attitude towards things. Mouse scratched the back of his neck as he wandered through the clubhouse halls. The jukebox was blarring some god awful shit. He rolled his eyes and scolded a recruit. "Turn that shit off!" His voice was deep and booming. You could never quite see Mouse's lips behind the big bushy beard, but from the sound of his voice they were turned downerward in a scowl. "Where's Lulu?" He demanded.
The recruit pointed towards the garage and quietly hoped that Mouse wasn't going to yell at him more. Mouse had to actually restrain himself from chuckling. He loved watching the recruits shit their pants. Mouse headed out the side door into the garage. He saw Lulu bending over a car and he leaned on the doorframe and crossed his arms over his massive chest. His hair was up in a man bun but strands of his hair hung down over one of his eyes. He watched the beautiful view for a moment. This was before the closeness. This was before those lines were crossed. She was his boss, and nothing more. "You going to let me help with that? Or did you want to completely fuck it up? Mind you. I'm a good mechanic but if you loose your temper and ball up the engine like a wad of paper i can't really fix that...." He smirked and didn't bother to chance his position from where he leaned on the door. |
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Love is Shady, Love is tragic
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Sept 2, 2018 13:04:03 GMT
Post by Tabitha 'Lulu' Milton on Sept 2, 2018 13:04:03 GMT
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The spit of the king and queen of sector 1 was unexpected to say the least. Johnny and Lulu were the iconic couple and they were supposed to ride and die together forever. The Modern day outlaws that took what they wanted and lived the fast life. At the time of the split, Lulu and Johnny were on different pages of what they wanted. They had been for a while and Lulu just wouldn't accept it anymore. Since they had been together, Lulu had everything dropped right at her feet so the concept of no just didn't work for her.[break][break]
Honestly that word was likely to get your arm ripped off. Just for Lulu to loose her temper and beat you to death with it. Still she could never hurt Johnny for all her strength. He made her weak in the knees like the teenage waitress all those years ago. Was it so wrong that she wanted so much more than just the fast life of a criminal. Maybe part of her snapped when they split up and she was just looking to split enough head to be taken out. There was a darkness in her from the years of abuse she had suffered when she was young. [break][break]
Demons that no one but Johnny had seen behind closed doors and he had been there each and every time to put the voice in her head to rest. Now without him she was just running a reckless game and trying to drown out the pain she felt daily. After that night were she let herself fall back into his bed. Everything hurt worse now and all she could hear in that pretty little head was how stupid she was. Obviously he used that weapons deal as a way to get back under her skin and she couldn't do anything to retaliate.[break][break]
Leaning over the car she was carefully trying to strip a part. For lulu it was easy to work on a car alone just because of her strength. The gift she had gained as a teenager that only some of those in the club knew about. For the most part people only knew her as a dolled up princess with blood on her hands. As she was using a socket wrench to try and pull a part, It was being stubborn and not wanting to budge. Carefully she applied a bit more strength and still nothing. [break][break]
Muttering under her breath had stopped when she heard mouses voice behind her. Mouse had been a loyal subject to her for a very long amount of time. She was fairly certain he had been ordered to go with her during the split but either way she had needed him in the beginning. Establishing boundaries and recruiting had gone a bit smoother with him at her side. Though that mouth of his sometimes had her wanting to break his jaw. One of the few people that would actually be blunt and tell Lulu how it was.[break][break]
There was major respect for that but right now she didn't want to hear it. Right now she was hurting and this car being a stubborn pain in her ass wasn't helping. It was like the machine knew that Johnny wasn't there making it a team effort. The car was like a stubborn teen rebelling because mom and dad split up. After a few more moments of trying to fight with it her fist collided with the engine block. enough times to turn her pretty little hand into a bloody mess of busted knuckles. [break][break]
"Order a new engine." The tone of her voice was bitter and snappy as she turned around. Droplets of crimson dripped to the shop floor as her angry and hurt eyes looked at mouse. "Can I fucking help you with something? Or did you just come out here to be a pain in my ass?" Turning away she headed into the shop office and pulled out a bottle of whiskey from a cabinet. Grabbing two glasses and pouring them while she waited for her loyal minion to follow. Like she knew he would because as unpredictable as he claimed to be, Mouse was just a chess piece that moved in the pattern she ordered.
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Sept 2, 2018 23:06:27 GMT
Post by mouse on Sept 2, 2018 23:06:27 GMT
tagged - ### - info info info | Since the split Mouse hadn't really had any contact with the rest of the old crew. Not that he minded. He was quite the social butterfly. Avoiding people at all costs and quietly drinking alone just like he liked it. There was the occasional fling here and there. Mostly he booted the broad before feelings ever really attached. Most women were good for a distraction but not alot more than that.
Mouse didn't bother with emotional connections. Loyalty was just a word to him. An abstract concept. He was loyal because he chose to be. Not because he felt obligated. Johnny was a good dude. A bit of an attention whore but a good dude none the less and Lulu.....Lulu was family. Loyalty is never a question when you're talking about family.
Mouse watched her punch the engine several times. His smirk faded into an annoyed looked. His eyes narrowed angrily at her stupidity and he internally shook his head. For all her grace and beauty she was a fucking wild fire. The only reason she hadn't burned everything up was because cooler heads were whispering in her ear telling her the right moves to make. Lulu on her own was good enough to run the ship, but that temper....
That temper would cause them to go down in flames one day. Mouse was sure of that. He had a secret hand on the wheel. Not because he wanted to take over, but because Lulu was a friend and he didn't want to see her burn out. Mouse rubbed his beard and looked at the floor. "I can do, that." He said agreeing with her.
"You going to let me look at that?" He said motioning to her hand. She didn't answer. She only walked away. "Fucking christ." He muttered as he begrudgingly followed her. Mouse didn't have a temper. Not really. The only time he lost his cool was when he was all muscle and no brain and his abilities were in full control. But Mouse never remembered anything that happened when he went back to normal. It was like a blinding white rage that could take him at the drop of a hat. In a lot of ways he was really a lot like Lulu. Sometimes. Mouse followed her into his office, since he ran the garage and leaned against a filing cabinet.
His wrist glowing with quite a bit of time. 01:56:04:24:36. Mouse was great at time management. He had his grubby greasy fingers in all sorts of things including a porn studio that he bought and set up with his first real payday. All he had to do was sit back and watch the time keep rolling in. Mouse was never going to die. He was too smart for that. He watched Lulucarefully as he took his glass taking a sip he sighed a nice loud 'ahhhhhh'.
It was a good burn on his throat. "You hear about Wayne? Fucker tried to rip off another one of our shipments. He's becoming a problem Lulu...." More bad news. It wasn't exactly the best timing, but it was shit she needed to hear. Mouse was always the one that told her what she needed and didn't care about pissing her off. The god's honest truth was if she ever lost her temper with him he could stand toe to toe with her. But that wasn't why he wasn't afraid of pissing her off. Mouse just knew he could read her moods like a book. They went back a long ways. |
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Love is Shady, Love is tragic
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Sept 3, 2018 14:30:14 GMT
Post by Tabitha 'Lulu' Milton on Sept 3, 2018 14:30:14 GMT
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There was a deep rage that burned inside the small framed girl and it had been there since her younger years. Johnny had given her a nice life since the moment they became a thing and part of that life had created a monster. There was probably more blood on her perfectly manicured hands then a lot of the club enforcers had in their body counts. Luckily since the birth of this club and the dawn of this chapter, She had Mouse at her side whispering the right moves. He didn't want the power that came with sitting at the top of the table.[break][break]
Mouse was the most trusted out of her new club because they had so much time and history in the past. He helped her keep a level head most days and when shit hit the fan he helped her focus that rage. Now with al the rage in the world she leaned against the desk and threw back the brown liquor in her glass. There was a red gleam to her hand that gripped the desk edge and her gaze stared out the window in the office that over looked the shop. She was staring at her car that now sported her special modifications and her eyes had a tearful gleam to them.[break][break]
The truth be told was she was barely holding it together as it were. Johnny was the love of her life and after letting him break down these boundaries she had set. Needless to say she was just broken up on the inside and it brought back all the pain of that break up. When mouse spoke of the latest annoyance to her club there was a vacant stare shot his direction. "So why is he still breathing then? Send nova to blow up him and his piss poor operations to be done with it." [break][break]
Just like that and without a flinch, The fate of a person was decided. Not a single bat of her pretty little eye lashes before she poured another shot and downed it. Griping the bottle with her good hand she quickly poured the alcohol over her open wounds. "GOD DAMMIT!!!" Lulu roared as she threw the bottle against the wall near mouses head. Not that she was aiming to hit him or anything but she was just angry. "I dont fucking care how you handle the problem with Wayne, drown him, burn him in acid. Doesn't really fucking matter in the grand scheme of things does it?"[break][break]
Pushing of the desk her steps carried her closer to Mouse until she was standing right in front of him. Her blue eyed gaze looked up at him as her nails traced down a white wife beater tank that was tight over finely cut muscle. The sound of ripping fabric filled the air as she pulled a shred of his shirt and carefully wrapped her busted hand. Turning around she moved back towards the desk Leaned over it to grab her purse. Puling out a vial of white powder she unscrewed the top and dabbed a bit on her hand.[break][break]
Anything that took her mind off how she felt would work well enough. Snorting the powder sent a rush through her system and her mind was a buzz of live wires. "Better yet lets go pay a visit to Wayne ourselves." Putting the small bottle back in her purse her blue eyed gaze darted to mouse. Though now due to the glazed nature it was obvious she was messed up. Grabbing her bag she moved towards the door on a mission to kill or maybe even be killed.
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Sept 3, 2018 23:20:41 GMT
Post by mouse on Sept 3, 2018 23:20:41 GMT
tagged - ### - info info info | A smile spread across Mouse's face when Lulu suggested that they pay Wayne a visit. Mouse didn't really know Wayne. He knew of him and that was the problem. Dirtbags thought they could just Challenge the club because Johnny Rome's name wasn't attached to it. The whole thing made his blood boil, but Mouse was a very considerate monster. Mouse was a stone faced son of a bitch who gave away nothing. He was angry behind that smile. Brushing away a few strands of blond hair he tucked it behind his ear. "What are we waiting for then?" He asked and turned to follow Lulu out the door.
"I'm driving." Mouse declared. He snatched the keys out of the air as she tossed them to him. Sliding behind the seat of her ride was like a dream. Mouse was a mechanic and he had an appreciation for fine cars, though he didn't own one himself. No, Mouse drove a motorcycle. As if his job wasn't already dangerous enough he had to challenge death to a pissing contest. But that was his style. Wild and dangerous. Mouse was always ready for a little chaos. And fuck, he needed to blow off a a little steam himself.
Mouse reved the engine and they were off. Wayne fucking Talbert. He was a nobody in a tsumnami of bullshit. Just a low level thug working under someone else's chain of command. The problem was, they didn't know who was calling the shots for Wayne's crew. wayne was a loyal dog. He rolled over, played fetch. Mouse was sure that Lulu wanted to teach him a new trick.. How to play dead. Lately Mouse had been the chain that held Lulu back when she turned into a bloodthirsty mad dog. Puppy was about to be let of the leesh.
In reality, Wayne's crew worked for a man named Dameon. Dameon Dashforth. He was the lynchpin in the grander design. Dameon had his finger on the pussy of of this city. Though he worked from the shadows. Not because he was modest by anymeans, but why take the risk. A reputation wasn't worth the unwanted attention so he had peons like Wayne and his boys make his plays for him. Mouse drove quietly. He didn't bother striking up casual conversation with Lulu. There was no need between them to fill the silence with bullshit just for the sake of breaking the tension.
Mouse was in his head. Thinking about what might go down. Chances were Wayne was a deadman. And if that's what Lulu wanted Mouse wouldn't object. Lulu had a habit of buying just about every; pretty dress she fancied, partly because she had a bad habit of ruining them with some poor dick's blood. Still, it would be nice to know that plan going into this. "So what? We killing this asshole or what?" He smirked. Ah, that broke the tension alright. He stole a glance at Lulu long enough to tell her mood hadn't improved much. "And here i was going to sit in the studio all night editing. This will be much more fun." He admitted.
Wayne's crew was about 10 guy's operating out of a warehouse. On the edge of sector one. His boss Mr. Dashforth resided in the Capitol. One way or another they were about to put an end to this petty bullshit. A message had to be sent that Lulu Milton wasn't a bitch you wanted to mess with. Mouse cracked his knuckles as they pulled up to a tacky dive bar. Inside they would likely find Pete, a washout drunk Mouse knew from the old days. Pete was a good guy, just down on his luck.
Mouse threw him some time every once in a while. Usually his information was spot on. "Come on princess, let's go see a buddy of mine. He'll know where we can find Wayne. Let's take a couple of hours taking care of this shit and we can get drunk as fuck and celebrate you being the baddest bitch around." Mouse laughed. He was smiling on the outside. He knew better than to question Lulu about her drug use, but he watched her carefully.
If he had even the slighest notion that she couldn't handle her shit he would drop her off at his place and finish this alone, but he had a feeling that a little blood on her newest and prettiest dress would do her a world of good. His expression grew serious before he got out of the car. "Hey, you okay?" He asked making sure before he set these wheels in motion. |
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