Lost & Damned (Lost Breed REBOOT)

[cuzyeahboi]

Right behind the hyena Kai zipped down the highway behind him. The pistol heavy against his hip, the breeze and snow battering his face.

[Wilco Whiteheart]

Wilco sighed. "I agree with you there mate, but Jer wants us to get guns and ammo off him, and I guess whatever is in this bag will help..."

[Blaiiine]

Jeremy flew down the highway, hitting the main bridge into Brooklyn. After a few minutes, they made into the borough. And after another half hour, they arrived in the neighborhood of Coney Island.


Exiting off the Belt Parkway, Jeremy stopped at a gas station to refill his bike. Shutting the bike off at one of the pumps to wait for Kai, he noticed a few other bikers outside the store.


They were wolves, three in total, all standing around looking tough like it was going out of style. The hyena just laughed quietly to himself as he waited for his friend.




- - Hudson Yard, Manhattan - -


At a small shop, an older Doberman sat at a counter watching a small box TV still hooked up to an old school antenna. His nametag, worn and faded, read Terry. The phone on the counter beside him vibrated, being stopped almost instantly.


The dog grumbled as he opened the phone, finding a text message from Blaine. 'Two of my boys are coming by for a gift exchange.' The message read, to which the Doberman replied with a few taps of the screen.


Terry stood up and walked over to the front door, unlocking it and grabbing the sawn off shotgun nearby. He had always trusted the Lost but it never hurt to be safe, just in case of any foul ideas. Returning to the counter, he sat back down and returned to his nightly programming while he awaited Ray and Wilco.


((So if you guys haven't already guessed, I'm going to be pretty specific with locations and neighborhoods of NYC. Especially with Manhattan and the Lost's neighborhood in that borough, Hell's Kitchen.))

[cuzyeahboi]

Alrighty))


Kai slid to a stop at the next pump and did the same, looking to Blaine and raising an eyebrow before looking at the wolves. Finishing that off, he walked to Jeremy with his bike.

[Rayleonarde]

Ray’s three-wheeled hog grumbled as he pulled into Terry’s lot. The raccoon gingerly dismounted the olive-drab machine, cutting the engine before removing his helmet. Carefully, Ray walked to Terry’s storefront as he removed his eyepatch. He looked for Wilco, whom he had left the bar with, a slight look of disdain on his face.


 It wasn’t a secret that Ray wasn’t Wilco’s biggest fan, what with his ‘DARPA or whoever’s’ prosthetics, as the raccoon put it. His ire, however, was just misguided, as Ray’s limbs were payed for by the Army, but were obviously years behind what they could have been.
‘Probably can feel with ‘em...’ Ray thought to himself, ‘gets t’feel the snow underfoot. I got blown half to hell, and what’d I get? Two bent pogo sticks and three grand more on pension...’ Ray shook his head, quickly pulling out a cigarette to light.

[Wilco Whiteheart]

[Hudson's Yard]

The sound of a 350cc 4-Stroke engine could be heard behind Ray as Wilco pulls in, bag slung around his back. Wilco pulls up beside Ray and cuts the ignition, before getting off. Wilco looks at Ray and sighs. "Shall we?" He asks.