forum biker gang rp (closed)

Started August 07, 2018 by @_sleeby_rat_

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Riverpaw smiled, then moved her stuff out of the way so she could finally hug him, moving her head a little as to not bump his. "You're welcome."

"Any time," Belle said, giving Meun a small smile.

August ruffled Meun's hair. He hummed and leaned back on his hands. "Guess you'll be needing a place to stay, then?"

Aspen walked over to the others, taking her helmet off “what’s up?”

“Meun’s psycho ex pushed him down a flight of stairs,” Floyd told Aspen, his foot tapping as he leaned against a wall.

Rigel came off the highway with his Cruiser louder than heck, but he didn’t mind as he sped past a car. He pulled into the gas station where his crew was gathered. Rigel jumped off his motorcycle as it slowed and set it upright a few feet away from his crew. He set down his helmet and comb his hair with his fingers roughly, pulling out a nicotine stick and sucking on it before he came over to the group. His foot tapped rapidly as he came to a halt, but not before checking over his shoulder yet again. Alfonzo would probably be out to get him now, but that particular side job didn’t matter right now… Rigel shook his head and greeted his gang with a nod of his head, “‘Ey.”

"Hey," Belle greeted Rigel, returning his nod. "Look who finally decided to grace us with his presence, guys," she joked.

Riverpaw held in a snicker and waved. "Hi, Rigel."

(Hey can Aspen and Rigel be a ship?)
“Well his ex is gonna have to deal with me if he tries to come near you.” She said sitting next to him

August waved her off. "We're already plotting murder."

“Can I stab him?” She asked

"None of us are doing the murdering, Aspen," Belle sighed. "That would put the rest of us under too much suspicion. We already had this conversation, but you weren't here, yet."

Floyd snickered a tad. “Meun seems to be firm on the fact that he doesn’t want anyone hurting his ex,” he said, shaking his head slowly.

"H-he deserves it." Riverpaw said quietly, packing up her medkit.

"Technically he only said he didn't want me to "talk" to him." August pointed out.

“I’ve already got blood on my hands from other deals I’ve made,” Rigel remarked from the side, “I wouldn’t mind a late night job…”

Belle sighed and shook her head.

"No murder, guys. Like I told August earlier, I don't want to get caught and have to spend time on the other side of the prison bars," she restated. "Especially since then there would be a chance of seeing my father, and you all know how well that would go…"

Riverpaw made a noise of discomfort, trying not to think of that scenario as she put the kit in her bag.

“I remember him,” Rigel gave small smile, imagining how it’d go down if he and Belle were in the same room, “It most certainly would not go well.”

"And so you see my point," Belle said, her eyes darkening as she glared at Rigel.

(Can I join?)

(Can I join?)

(The owner isn't here right now, so you'll have to wait for them to get back.)

Rigel sketched a shallow bow, a smirk growing on his face. He exhaled a cloud of smoke at her before readjusting the cig in his mouth before muttering, “I wouldn’t get caught like what happened in Vegas.”