Lost & Damned (Lost Breed REBOOT)

[Blaiiine]

-- Hell's Kitchen (Manhattan), New York City. 11/09/10 --

Snow fell heavily across the city, but it seemingly unfazed the standard fare of New York traffic. Honking and yelling were normal, filling the air with a noise pollution that was only cut by the sound of screaming metal.


Zipping between cars, the man on the motorcycle made his way through the bumper to bumper traffic with relative ease. Occasionally, he'd respond to an irate driver with an unfriendly gesture before blaring off again.


The motorcycle cut into an alley off one of the main roads in Hell's Kitchens' industrial district. Nothing but factories, slums and warehouses lined the roads with the occasional bar or diner filling a small corner. The man stopped the motorcycle, a black Sportster that had been chopped into a bobber, outside a brick walled building.


The black, metal door held a small sign that read: LOST BREED M.C., NO SOLICITORS.


The man laughed, pulling down the bandana that had covered his muzzle. Revealing the fur pattern of a spotted hyena, the man banged on the door. A slit opened, two hazel eyes looking out before the sounds of locks shifting were heard.


"Prez!" The overweight collie yelled as he opened the door. The hyena laughed in response, hurrying inside to escape the cold. "Hey there, Ralph. Seems like the bar opened early for you.." Jeremy, the hyena, said as he lit a cigarette.

[cuzyeahboi]

A second bike was taking a much slower approach of patrolling a few streets before making it's way to the alley. On the bike sat a small fox, he looked up in annoyance at the sky before teasing the throttle and going faster towards the alley. As he rumbled into the industrial district the fox looked behind him, checking that a heavy golfing bag still sat behind him, which it did. He smiled and looked back to the road, cutting into the same alley and hopping off the bike. He left it beside the bobber and picked up the heavy bag, slinging the strap over his head and on his shoulder he walked up to the door and knocked.

[Blaiiine]

As Jeremy sat down at the bar, Ralph the collie could be heard giving the fox the same treatment before opening the door bombastically.


The hyena rapped the countertop with his knuckles, catching the attention of the heavily pierced barkeep. "What'll it be, prez?" The coyote asked, cleaning a glass with an oil stained rag. Jeremy could hardly hear him over the sound of the jukebox, which permeated the air with loud metal.


"For one, I don't want it in that..." Jeremy replied, pointing to the glass the bartender held. "...just surprise me, man." He finished, brushing the hair from out of his eyes. The coyote nodded and disappeared below the counter. After a few seconds, he reappeared with a small full glass.


The hyena nodded in appreciation, taking a drag off his cigarette before taking a drink. It burned, but in a way that warmed him up inside from the bigger cold. Another night at the bar, the hyena thought to himself as he sat upon his metaphorical throne.

[Wilco Whiteheart]

Wilco walked up the alley, before stopping outside the brick walled building and knocking, checking his right arm as he does so. He makes sure nothing is out of place as he waits for the door to open, and sighs, thinking of a new idea he would craft, with the boss' permission, of course.

[Rayleonarde]

Rayleonarde Blackburn, the crippled raccoon who often worked in the clubhouse basement, carefully made his way up the stairs, one of the newbloods helping him along. For Ray had been in the military prior to joining the Lost Breed after getting home. An IED had taken away his legs, cutting his career short, something Ray said in bitter irony. He quietly made his way to an otherwise empty bench and took a seat, massaging his thighs. The raccoon looked about the clubhouse, peering through squinting eyes. His left eye was glass replica, shrapnel having stolen his original. He waved at the door as it opened, as he wasn’t able to clearly see who had entered.

[cuzyeahboi]

Kai nodded silently to Ralph. He then stepped in and sat beside Jeremy, putting his bag beside him against his seat. "Boss." He nodded to Jeremy.

[Blaiiine]

"Ugh..can we not do the formal crap, man? Two weeks, Davis' has been in the pen and everyone is calling me prez." Jeremy moaned, finishing his short lived rant with the rest of his drink.


"Sorry. I've been stressed as hell." He followed up with, feeling some guilt for his minor explosion. The hyena rubbed his eyes, tired from nights of riding to other clubs in nearby states.


The situation wasn't so great when Jeremy picked the ball up from the last President, who was inside for racketeering. There was the constant turf wars with other bikers and gangs, along with the side projects that the club managed. The main one was guns, but that caused more problems than solved them.


Two months before Jeremy temporarily took over for Davis, they sat in with their guns contacts who were livid over shipments that were being hijacked on their way to the club or to the depot. This issue persisted until Davis "took care of it", which led to the newest one.


The turf war imploded as Davis went in, with Jeremy holding the buck on six dead Lost. The hyena had been following leads through out town just to come up short, which was taking a toll on him.


"Anyways, you want a drink? It'll warm you up." Jeremy asked Kai, giving the fox a toothy grin.

[Wilco Whiteheart]

Wilco looks around, sighing as he spots Jeremy at the bar, before sitting next to him. "Hey Jer..." He says quietly, his body vibrating from the coolant circulation.

[cuzyeahboi]

The fox replied with only a smirk, he turned to the barkeep, catching his attention. "Anything over 20%." He then turned back to Jeremy and nodded to Wilco. "Well, Jeremy. Known you for a while and haven't seen ya this tore down." He raised an eyebrow, "Got anything new on the leads?" He asked and picked his bag up, moving it closer and setting it back down.

[Blaiiine]

"Hell no...seems like all anyone knows is there were bikes around the shootings. Doesn't leave much to speculate on." Jeremy replied, nodding to Wilco as well.


The barkeep nodded to Kai, returning with three full glasses. Setting them down, the barkeep disappeared down the hatch into the cellar.


"At this point, our businesses are at a stand still because everyone is afraid they'll get popped next," Jeremy continued before taking a sip from his glass. "So next time something happens, we'll know since they'll have to come to us."

[Wilco Whiteheart]

Wilco's arms flare at Jeremy's statement and his eyes gleam. "I feel like a killing... No... I can't do that again..." He shakes his head and orders some vodka, before switching into a Soviet uniform, MC Lost Breed style. "Oy Pizdec... This is bad..." He says in a strong Russian accent.

[cuzyeahboi]

Kai took his glass and looked into it, as if wondering if the answer to their problems would be resting at the bottom. But alas, there was only a heavy drink. He took a sip and sat it back down, looking up to Jeremy. "What if some of the boys get rowdy before we get our answer?" He asked, concerned that the Lost weren't gonna want to wait for so long or the attackers might be too smart to do that. "Maybe this suspicious gang is going to just tease us back out into the open by waiting out for things to get rolling again." He then took another sip, sighing at the warmth and the burn.

[Wilco Whiteheart]

Wilco gets off his stool and walks over to Kai. "Comrade Kai... Who knows... I get the feeling that Jer may be right on this one..." He then walked to the door, following the raccoon's footsteps from earlier, while sipping the vodka and saying russian curses to himself.

[AJ Fawxe]

There were streaks of color and bursts of sound as the hyena slept. The city flew past him as he tore down empty streets. A surge of sound made him tense and as his bike slid out from under him he woke with a start. Lifting his head from the work table he looked over at the fresh blood that had opened the door to the garage.


The building was thick and sturdy, so it was only when the door was opened that sounds crossed clearly, and there was metal pouring into the garage. The hyena scowled as he was trying to get himself fully awake, throwing a crude gesture at the poor canid. The wolf mumbled an apology then cleared his throat, "Jeremy is back, thought you might wanna know, is all."


That's right, the hyena suddenly put it together, Jeremy is our new president. God help that son of a gun. The hyena wante the wolf away, grabbing up the bottle of rum he'd fallen asleep with and made his way further into the clubhouse. One he'd found the others he groggily walked over to the jukebox and changed the music to Iron Maiden and then walked over to the others. "Sorry, was in the garage and.." he held up what was now half a bottle of rum and smiled.

[cuzyeahboi]

Kai shrugged and waved him over. "Happens to us all." He took a sip of his own drink and shifted in his seat. Reaching down he unzipped the golfing bag and gripped the solid barrel of something. Pulling it out further revealed the long barrel, bi-pod and a X16 scope which had been separated from the rest of the gun with some heavy modding. He also pulled out a cloth and a thin pipe, using it to clean the barrel.