Lost & Damned (Lost Breed REBOOT)

[Rayleonarde]

Ray, seeing movement towards the basement, shouted out. “Careful down there! Lots of stuff down there. And don’t move my tools!” He stood carefully, grabbing the corner of the table for balance. “Is Jeremy here yet?”

[Blaiiine]

Jeremy silently raised his glass in response, still glaring at the back of the bar. "Either way, we ain't doing anything tonight." He said, looking to Kai.

[Wilco Whiteheart]

"It's just me Ray, Don't worry." Wilco pokes his head into where Ray is. "I'm just heading to my area is all..." He then sips the vodka and walks off.

[Rayleonarde]

Ray, catching the glint from Jeremy’s glass, made his way to the president’s table. “I’m runnin’ outta resources, boss. Fixin’s are gonna get tough soon. We’re running tight on toys.”

[cuzyeahboi]

Kai nods in agreement as he cleans his rifle, moving on to inspect the scope and take a one-last look down the barrel before slipping it back into he bag and zipping it closed. He then polished off his glass and looked to Jeremy. "Layin' low eh?" He shrugs, "Well, let's hope trouble finds us. It always does." Looking over to Ray Kai sighed, "Let's hope it does very soon. We can't hold out very long by the sound of it."

[Wilco Whiteheart]

Wilco stops at the door and turns around. "I could go scavenging, if you want Ray. I'm running low too. And besides, I need to get out more..." He sighs and leans against the wall, his arm and legs hissing quietly.

[Rayleonarde]

“Scavenging?” Ray’s brow furrowed. “Trash parts don’t work, ‘less you’re lookin’ for just firecrackers. We need t’get our supply lines reopened.” He sighs, shakes his head, and awkwardly stumbles back towards the basement. “I need t’check all the feed I got for Ma Deuce.”

[Wilco Whiteheart]

"Just trying to help... Thank god the military was equipped properly..." He sighs and spawns his personal UMP 45, checking the magazine before walking down towards the range. "I'll be testing this if anyone wants me..." He then enters the range, dimming his hearing as he prepares for a session.


(If I'm out of line, I'm sorry.)

[Blaiiine]

Standing up, the hyena finished his drink and pulled his vest back over the black flannel shirt he had on. "Kai, me and you are gonna run to Coney Island so bring something you can use on your bike," Jeremy said as he pointed to Kai's rifle bag. "I had one more lead that I was gonna put off until tomorrow but might as well do it now."


The hyena stepped out of the meeting room, lighting another cigarette. "I'll meet you outside." He said to the fox before slowly stepping outside, nodding to Ralph on his way out.


The bitter air slapped the hyena across the face, who shivered in response. Jeremy made his way over to his Sportster, kicking the start gear which brought the bike to life. Sitting down, he reached under his flannel shirt and retrieved a Beretta handgun. Checking the slide, he stuffed the gun back into its holster and awaited Kai.

[Wilco Whiteheart]

(I take it me and Ray just hang around the clubhouse for now? Cause I'm getting myself lost vwv)

[Blaiiine]

((I gotcha, dude.))


As Jeremy waited, he took out his cellphone and tapped out a quick message to Wilco. "Goin' to see a lead about some dead guys. Take the bag by the bar and take Ray to Terrys in Hudson Yard. Get guns and ammo." He typed out, hitting the send button.

[Wilco Whiteheart]

Wilco feels his phone vibrate and checks the message. "Ray!" He calls out, despawning the UMP. "Jer wants us to head to Terrys!" He finishes saying as he heads upstairs, grabbing said bag by the bar and waiting for Ray.

[cuzyeahboi]

Kai nodded, pulling a Walter P.38 out of a side pocket on his rifle bag. He slipped the pistol into his waistband and picked up the bag with care. He then slung the strap over his head onto his shoulder before pulling the pistol back out and checking it's mag which was one bullet from being full. 7 bullets and another mag in a pocket should be enough for what they were to do. He slammed the mag back home and hurried to join Jeremy outside, kicking his own bike to life he strapped down the bag to the back and hopped on, stuffing his own pistol into his waist band under his coat. "Let's get going."

[Rayleonarde]

Ray, gently setting a rather beaten up sawed-off pump-action shotgun aside, gingerly got up from his stool. The curved plastic prosthetics clicked gently against the concrete as he made his way to the basement stairs. “Terry’s? As in Hudson Yard Terry?” The raccoon sighed as he navigated the stairs. “Fine. I’m not expecting much from him.” He trundle slowly towards the front door, pulling a black-cloth eyepatch over his glass eye; the thing had a habit of jumping ship while Ray was riding.

[Blaiiine]

Jeremy took no time, pulling back on the throttle and hauling off down the alley onto the main road. With a glint of red light, the hyena was gone and onto the highway to Brooklyn.