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Jesse Jones sat in the small cell that had become his home over the past seven years. There weren't much sources of joy in San Quentin, besides that of hope. If you weren't spending life in the concrete hell, you had a reason to be excited each and every day. Each one became another red x on the calendar and after seven years, the sight of only one white square left was welcome. Jesse couldn't sleep due to the joy of freedom and the knowledge that the time he had spent in prison would allow him to build his empire. He stayed awake until morning, staring up at the ceiling until the guards made their way through the corridors, hitting the bars with their clubs to awaken the tired inmates. After a breakfast that he had grown accustomed to but still loathed, the inmate grabbed his copy of Paradise Lost and made his way to the warden. After the necessary paperwork, Jesse took one last look at San Quentin Bay Penitentiary and started walking.
===== Fifteen Years Later =====Outside Batalla, New Mexico ===== 2010 =====
Opie sped down the highway, the sun beating down on his leather covered back. The Harley Road King motorcycle was a loud one, letting any houses in the small town know that one of the Knights was coming. Many avoided these people, but all respected them. Opie had the habit of carrying enough guns and ammunition to go to war with at any given moment. It weighed down his movements some, but all of the weapons were out of plain sight so as to avoid attention from the police. However, some considered this a bad habit. They said it made him to eager to shoot someone. They were right, but in Opie's opinion, this wasn't a bad thing.
He drove for around half an hour before he came off the barren highway and passed a large sign: "Welcome to Batalla! Population 12,000!". That was the sign that let him know he was home, that let him know he was untouchable. There was no courthouse in this town, it was in another town in the county, and the police force only consisted of three or four family friends. They weren't needed. The Knights would never let anything go by unnoticed, and therefore made for a police force that rivaled the NYPD or LAPD. Pulling into the large, garage like structure, Opie put down his kick stand and walked to the door. Some familiar bikes, all of which customized, lined the open parking lot. The meeting today was a routine one, not too important, but nonetheless he had to be there. Unlocking the door with his key, a replica which all of the San Quentin Originals had, Opie Jones walked into the Biker Bar owned by the Knights and grabbed a beer from behind the bar before taking his seat on one of the pool tables and drinking it, awaiting the other San Quentin Originals, and maybe a few prospects who were allowed to attend a meeting to get some experience.
The Knights of Pandemonium [ Biker Gang Rp ]
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by Opie Pokesmot on Sun Sep 07, 2008 3:28 pm
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by True Grave on Sun Sep 07, 2008 4:40 pm
Dennis turned his attention to the table Opie was sitting at. He sat down. "Opie, you son of a bitch," he laughed as he sat down. "It's been a while. Never thought you'd follow in your old man's footsteps."He was brought a beer by a waitress and opened it. "Knights haven't been the same without your father. We also got those damn Serpents moving in," he said, referring to their main enemies, the Serpents of Death. "Can't say the Knights are doing that great. We lost a lot of influence after your father's death. And your uncle just isn't a great successor, no offense." He took a swig of the beer.
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by Opie Pokesmot on Sun Sep 07, 2008 6:44 pm
Opie grinned and toasted the man, taking a swig from his own beer. It was true, apparently, that his father was a great leader. Opie was too young, and wasn't in the gang at the time of his father's death, but these San Quentin originals (patches on their left shoulders with the capital letters SQ dignified this) knew all too well the quality of his father's reign. However, now that Opie had been in the gang, many noticed the resemblance in leadership he had brought.
"Eh, give Jeff some credit. After my father there weren't many who could hold the respect and loyalty of the men. The fact the Knights are still around is a testimony to his strength, I'll give you that. So how you been?"
Opie had joined the gang maybe three years ago, a little before, but hadn't been seen for a year of that. With the death of his mother Opie went AWOL, which Jeffrey understood and allowed completely. He hadn't been seen for around twelve months, and his return was no doubt unexpected and welcome.
"Eh, give Jeff some credit. After my father there weren't many who could hold the respect and loyalty of the men. The fact the Knights are still around is a testimony to his strength, I'll give you that. So how you been?"
Opie had joined the gang maybe three years ago, a little before, but hadn't been seen for a year of that. With the death of his mother Opie went AWOL, which Jeffrey understood and allowed completely. He hadn't been seen for around twelve months, and his return was no doubt unexpected and welcome.
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by True Grave on Sun Sep 07, 2008 6:49 pm
Dennis sighed and drank his beer. "Somewhat good. I've buried more people than ever, though. I tell you, I could get a job as an undertaker if the job wasn't so fucking boring." He finished his beer and tossed it over his shoulder, landing in the trashcan. "Jeff's not too bad, but Jesse was better. Your uncle is wasteful, too, more concerned with drugs then the welfare of the gang. One day, he's going to die, and then we'll have to choose a new leader. To top it off, the Serpents are taking over our protection ring, so we're losing funds. I'm beating the shit out of them every chance I can get, but I'm alone in that regard. Rest of the SQ's won't lift a finger." He pounded the table, then mustered a smile. "Sorry for rambling, kid. It's just, things are tough now."
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by Opie Pokesmot on Sun Sep 07, 2008 7:15 pm
Opie nodded, looking straight ahead. He was absorbing all of this information, and his mind was processing it instantly and forming scenarios as to the course of action. While he didn't have the power to give a direct command, especially to one of the SQ's, his opinion was respected and was always taken into consideration. It was like a monarchy, where he was destined to take over the kingdom his father had spilled blood to make.
"We'll address that at the meeting tonight. You need to stop picking fights with Serpents, we don't have the power right now to risk a war. They have a monopoly on the drugs anyway, so we shouldn't try trumping that up. All that will do is cause financial disputes with them. I'll talk to Jeff about it, but we need to go back to focusing on the things we know best. I made a few connections when I was away. There's some fresh markets we can get in, and we have to get in them. If we don't, then someone else will, but if we do we'll have some very important leverage."
"We'll address that at the meeting tonight. You need to stop picking fights with Serpents, we don't have the power right now to risk a war. They have a monopoly on the drugs anyway, so we shouldn't try trumping that up. All that will do is cause financial disputes with them. I'll talk to Jeff about it, but we need to go back to focusing on the things we know best. I made a few connections when I was away. There's some fresh markets we can get in, and we have to get in them. If we don't, then someone else will, but if we do we'll have some very important leverage."
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by True Grave on Sun Sep 07, 2008 7:23 pm
Dennis nodded. "It isn't the drugs I'm fighting them over. We have a monopoly on this town's stores. They all pay us protection, and are a major cash source. However, you are right. We don't have the man power or the supplies to go up against the Serpents right now. Ever since the fiasco at Vice Beach, things have been terrible." He was referring to an incident where he and several other members of the Knights had been ambushed by the Serpents. Ten men were killed, and many more were injured. Dennis still carried the bullet wound in his abdomen as a reminder. "I'll stop picking fights with them. I have some pull around here due to my seniority, but we all need to pull together if the Knights are going to last." He cracked his knuckles. "I've been looking into a private gun dealer. Guy used to be an Army weapons specialist. We start buying from him, we could get some good oppurtunities. Expanding into new businesses would be good, but each one is owned by a different gang, and we'd risk angering them, too."
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The roar of his bike came up down the street, glasses shielded the mans face, and his sleeveless shirt revealed large amounts of tattoos. Though two came across very wide and seen, one was a picture of the Grim Reaper, standing tall with a smirk on his face. At the same time his scythe curved over two Old English font letters, SQ. Both of these depictions scared the boots of the most of men, and fear was something he liked.
Slowing down, the Leather on his back rippling from the wind as well as the ruffles on his bandanna becoming more uneven, he drove into a driveway along with several other seen bikes. Their colors came in hundreds, designs etched on most of them, some simple, either way they were all unique. He loved his bike, and wouldn't trade it for any of these damned pieces of work.
Removing his shades, revealing a scar over the corner of his left eye. He was a large specimen, maybe 5'10", weighing at least 200 lbs. A monster in the mind of most, though at the same time his glossy blue eyes lurked away from his mean he looked. His face was soft and smooth, besides his scar, and he had a goatee which was growing a bit gray from age. Tattoos rolled down both of his arms, and Leather crossed his back. Spiked Knuckled Gloves on his hands, a pair of simple weather jeans, and some black boots. What more would you expect from a Biker?
Pushing a Silver 4 inch Green Gas Revolver into the back of his pants, his shades rolled in his shirt pocket, kicking the stand down. The bike coming to an end of its glorious sound as he stood up. Cracking his knuckles before he leaned off and propped the door open which would reveal that of the Knights. Walking in, looking a little unnerved and emotionless, menacing would be a better word. He stared around into every last one of the Bikers eyes, cracking his neck. Doing this on purpose for what he would say in a few minutes.
Re: The Knights of Pandemonium [ Biker Gang Rp ] ( )
by Proclaimer on Sun Sep 07, 2008 8:07 pm
Slowing down, the Leather on his back rippling from the wind as well as the ruffles on his bandanna becoming more uneven, he drove into a driveway along with several other seen bikes. Their colors came in hundreds, designs etched on most of them, some simple, either way they were all unique. He loved his bike, and wouldn't trade it for any of these damned pieces of work.
Removing his shades, revealing a scar over the corner of his left eye. He was a large specimen, maybe 5'10", weighing at least 200 lbs. A monster in the mind of most, though at the same time his glossy blue eyes lurked away from his mean he looked. His face was soft and smooth, besides his scar, and he had a goatee which was growing a bit gray from age. Tattoos rolled down both of his arms, and Leather crossed his back. Spiked Knuckled Gloves on his hands, a pair of simple weather jeans, and some black boots. What more would you expect from a Biker?
Pushing a Silver 4 inch Green Gas Revolver into the back of his pants, his shades rolled in his shirt pocket, kicking the stand down. The bike coming to an end of its glorious sound as he stood up. Cracking his knuckles before he leaned off and propped the door open which would reveal that of the Knights. Walking in, looking a little unnerved and emotionless, menacing would be a better word. He stared around into every last one of the Bikers eyes, cracking his neck. Doing this on purpose for what he would say in a few minutes.
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by True Grave on Sun Sep 07, 2008 8:11 pm
Dennis turned his head to look as Grim entered. He met the man's eyes and showed no flinch. Dennis was not a man who scared easily. Over the years, he hadn't known much about Grim, only that he was efficient. Dennis motioned for another beer and opened it before taking a swig.
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by Proclaimer on Sun Sep 07, 2008 8:24 pm
Eyes shoving towards a figure, staring at him for a moment before starting off towards him. "Jesse Jones." Saying in a deep voice, obviously a male, a little bit rough around the edges but otherwise grave and more so innocent at the same time. "What makes you show yourself in here?" Now in front of him, crouching a bit to stare him dead in the eye. Pulling his revolver out, cocking it back as he aimed it at his head. "You know your always..." His fingers crossed the trigger and it came out as a blank. Purposely shot, not one bullet was in the gun at this time.
Chuckling a bit as he moved back up, smiling. "Welcome here." Finishing his sentence. "Good to see you Jesse, your father was a good man. God rest his soul." Staring around as a few men turned back to what they were doing peculiarly. "Well, let me buy everyone a drink!" A few men shouted and roared, some just kept to what they where doing. Nodding he sat down a few spaces away from Jesse, sitting on a booth as he waved for a drink. Getting handed one he started thinking over a few things that had occurred lately, or ever in the case.
Grim had been married once, to a waitress. Getting close to her wasn't easy either, he remembered he always sat in her section, when she moved a section he moved a table. It was quick an easy, persistence. He had two kids, far from diapers now, living in the city with rarely anything to do with their old man. His wife was shot a few years back, something he regrets to this day, blaming himself.
His wife was a good girl, her long mocha brown hair, and beautiful black Egyptian colored eyes. Her skin like velvet, with a soft blend of dark and light colors, someone who stood in the sun just a perfect amount of time. Closing his eyes at the thought of her. Why did he become a biker? Young and stupid is what he always said, though once your inside the little circle, their was no getting out. He was already an original, a Veteran in some terms. What more could he ask for, or not?
Chuckling a bit as he moved back up, smiling. "Welcome here." Finishing his sentence. "Good to see you Jesse, your father was a good man. God rest his soul." Staring around as a few men turned back to what they were doing peculiarly. "Well, let me buy everyone a drink!" A few men shouted and roared, some just kept to what they where doing. Nodding he sat down a few spaces away from Jesse, sitting on a booth as he waved for a drink. Getting handed one he started thinking over a few things that had occurred lately, or ever in the case.
Grim had been married once, to a waitress. Getting close to her wasn't easy either, he remembered he always sat in her section, when she moved a section he moved a table. It was quick an easy, persistence. He had two kids, far from diapers now, living in the city with rarely anything to do with their old man. His wife was shot a few years back, something he regrets to this day, blaming himself.
His wife was a good girl, her long mocha brown hair, and beautiful black Egyptian colored eyes. Her skin like velvet, with a soft blend of dark and light colors, someone who stood in the sun just a perfect amount of time. Closing his eyes at the thought of her. Why did he become a biker? Young and stupid is what he always said, though once your inside the little circle, their was no getting out. He was already an original, a Veteran in some terms. What more could he ask for, or not?
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by True Grave on Sun Sep 07, 2008 8:41 pm
Dennis holstered his Desert Eagle. When Grim had pulled a gun on Opie, Dennis had put the gun straight to Grim's head. Seeing that it was just a joke, he had uncocked it and put it away. "His name's Opie, Grim. Don't tell me you're getting senile all ready?" He drank his bear and turned to the table.
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by Proclaimer on Sun Sep 07, 2008 8:45 pm
Taking a large gulp from his bottle. "Senile? Damn straight." Setting the bottle down on the ground. "That is my middle name Dennis." Chuckling a bit as he looked around. "Please forgive me Opie." Narrowing his eyes just a bit as he said it. Turning back to Dennis with a grin on his face. "Now a minute ago, you weren't about to shoot me where you?"
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by True Grave on Sun Sep 07, 2008 8:49 pm
Dennis looked him straight in the eye. "If you had just killed Opie, I would have just killed you. Then I'd have buried you both in a little cemetary somewhere." He was completely serious. Opie had always been like a son to him, and he would do anything to protect him. Even without that personal connection, he had great respect for Jesse, and thus, fully respected his son. After all, Dennis had been there when Opie was born, just like two of the other Originals. Jesse had told him that if anything ever happened to him, that Dennis was to look out for his son. He smiled. "But since it was just a joke, I'll just let it go. You heard about the meeting tonight?"
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by Opie Pokesmot on Mon Sep 08, 2008 8:35 am
Opie never much cared for Grim. For one, the man truly was senile, and that was never good for any soldier. Made them forget important things, and that made them liabilities. The only reason Grim was here was because he was very efficient and was good at what he did. Also his father wanted him in the gang for a reason, and he wasn't about to question his father's judgment. However, he really didn't like Grim because he was the only SQ that didn't respect the time Opie took off after his mother's death. This formed a barrier that was anything but helpful. Standing up off the billiard table, Opie looked down at the man slightly. While he was very muscular and had large stature, he only stood around 5'10 which wasn't very tall. Average at best, Opie stood six foot himself, thus topping the man by at least three inches.
"Enough of that Dennis. It wasn't going to happen so there's no use discussing it. Hypotheticals never helped anyone." Opie was smart, and new that if he had told Grim the same thing the man would've been offended. Being closer to Dennis made him easier to speak with. "Jeff knew I was coming back, and there's a reason I still have my colors Grim. Lets forget about bad blood and just enjoy our beers."
"Enough of that Dennis. It wasn't going to happen so there's no use discussing it. Hypotheticals never helped anyone." Opie was smart, and new that if he had told Grim the same thing the man would've been offended. Being closer to Dennis made him easier to speak with. "Jeff knew I was coming back, and there's a reason I still have my colors Grim. Lets forget about bad blood and just enjoy our beers."
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Re: The Knights of Pandemonium [ Biker Gang Rp ] ( )
by True Grave on Mon Sep 08, 2008 1:24 pm
Dennis nodded. He had all ready settled the matter, but let Opie feel like he was running the show. "Just don't enjo your beer too much," he said with a laugh, "Or you'll be too drunk to pay attention at the meeting." He took a swig from his beer and tossed it. "I'm going ridin'. Either of you two want to come with me?"
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