forum biker gang rp (closed)

Started August 07, 2018 by @_sleeby_rat_

tune

“No one’s being buried today,” Rigel snapped, Gosh he was snapping so easily lately, and continued, slightly quieter, “At least not by me.” A putride scent filled the air a few heartbeats later. Most people would gag at the smell of a dead body, but Rigel steeled his emotions. He’d smelt it before anyways. Rigel squatted to examine the body, poking his shovel at it. It looked like a rib, but there was still rotting flesh attached to it. A pretty recent bury, this was Alfonzo’s favored dump. Rigel sighed and stood, then started burying it back up. Not her, it’s too recent. Rigel glanced at Aspen, “I’m doing this all day if you want to quit now.”

“That smells disgusting.” She said gagging. “I’m— following you.”

“You sure?” Rigel gave her a pointed look then chimed, “The smell isn’t easy to get used to…” Rigel patted the ground, the dirt clearly disturbed. He trotted over it a few times, stamping it down. He hid the shovel again, then started heading to his bike.

“As much as I would rather binge watch Brooklyn nine nine, I have to make sure you keep your sorry ass safe.”

(understandable)

Riverpaw furrowed her brow. "Did…d-did something actually happen with you and…waffles?"

"Not necessarily with waffles themselves. Just someone who usually made them," Belle mumbled.

Riverpaw nodded, feeling a little bad for teasing now. "O-okay, sorry. Y-you don't have to make waffles if you don't want."

“As much as I would rather binge watch Brooklyn nine nine, I have to make sure you keep your sorry ass safe.”

“Mother hen,” Rigel spit out as he got back onto his bike, “I’m not in danger digging up graves.” The only danger was himself. Rigel started his bike sucking on the cigarette. Just as long as Aspen leaves when I find her… It’ll be okay, besides, Aspen hasn’t asked ‘why’ yet… Rigel starting speeding down the road, leaving Aspen to catch up. The next stop wasn’t far, only a few turns and Rigel was slowing down again and driving his bike into the woods.

Riverpaw nodded, feeling a little bad for teasing now. "O-okay, sorry. Y-you don't have to make waffles if you don't want."

Belle nodded slowly. "It's all right. You didn't know. I mean, how could you? I barely talk about my past," she laughed bitterly. "Okay. Let's make some pancakes."

Shouldn't have said anything, genius. Riverpaw sighed quietly, "Okay."

"Would you mind grabbing a pan? They're under the stove," Belle said as she started to measure out the ingredients.

"Yep." Riverpaw followed her instructions, opening the compartment under the stove and reaching in. "Uh, there's three of them. Do we want the big one?" She asked as she pulled two out to compare the sizes. Bigger pan meant bigger pancakes, but probably a bigger mess.

Meun stood next to him, leaning his head on August’s shoulder in a sleepy manner

(Sorry I keep disappearing!)

August sent a soft smile down to him. He led them outside to where his bike was parked. He handed Meun’s helmet to him, putting on his own as he did so.

(It’s all good)

Meun took his helmet, putting it on before climbing onto the bike. He wrapped his arms around August once the other had gotten on, smiling as he did so

August was grateful that Meun couldn’t see his face as a light blush stained his cheeks. He started his bike, pulling out onto the road. Before long, they were outside August’s room.

Meun stepped off the bike, tugging his helmet off before setting it aside

“As much as I would rather binge watch Brooklyn nine nine, I have to make sure you keep your sorry ass safe.”

“Mother hen,” Rigel spit out as he got back onto his bike, “I’m not in danger digging up graves.” The only danger was himself. Rigel started his bike sucking on the cigarette. Just as long as Aspen leaves when I find her… It’ll be okay, besides, Aspen hasn’t asked ‘why’ yet… Rigel starting speeding down the road, leaving Aspen to catch up. The next stop wasn’t far, only a few turns and Rigel was slowing down again and driving his bike into the woods.

Aspen stopped her bike and climbed a tree while Rigel did his ‘stuff’. “Why exactly have decided to become a professional grave digger?”

"Yep." Riverpaw followed her instructions, opening the compartment under the stove and reaching in. "Uh, there's three of them. Do we want the big one?" She asked as she pulled two out to compare the sizes. Bigger pan meant bigger pancakes, but probably a bigger mess.

"The larger one," Belle said, not even needing to look back. "Bigger space so I can make two at a time."

"Cool." Riverpaw put away the smaller pan and placed the big one on the stove. She went and pulled herself up onto the counter, leaning her head back against the cabinet as she watched Belle.

Belle looked over at Riverpaw and smiled. "Wanna help?"

Shoot, I thought too soon. Rigel huffed a breath, shooting her a glare as he got to the second site, only answer after he began digging, “You won’t want to hear the story.”

Meun stepped off the bike, tugging his helmet off before setting it aside

(So I was forced into a family thing and holy sh*t my grandmother is terrifying. Again, sorry I keep leaving)

August smiled at him, taking Meun's hand in his after he took his helmet off. He opened the door to his room, closing it behind the two of them before collapsing on the bed. "I didn't realize how stiff my body was until now." He muttered.