Post by Eddie Nash on Mar 5, 2011 12:26:46 GMT -5
The following excerpt is not particularly well-written, long or even features Ed Nash. However, it is relevant to the character as it sets up my next spell of character development roleplays and well Jeremy bullied me into not no-showing. So, here goes. Sorry to John-boy but my performance just couldn't muster this week.
”Where's Nash? He promised us he'd been here.” snapped Bolo, pointing at Geoff Baker with the finger of accusation. Baker and Bolo both knew where Nash was but the pressure was on Baker to explain why.
”That pussy quitter could never hack The Anarchy. Got himself arrested, went to jail. He's been a pussy-drip since day one and now he's abandoning us right when we need him.”
”Or... you kicked him out the gang because you can't stand the fact that maybe he's ten times the man you are and that he embodies more of what's right for the future of The Sons.”
”How about you know your fucking place Mikey? Go play on your Xbox or something. I know you're a capable soldier online but you're clearly a non-hacker here. I want you out of here you rat-faced fuck.” ordered Geoff a beefy, tattooed, gnarled finger to the door. Mikey didn't budge.
”No. I'm tired of your lying and your bullshit Geoff. Where's Nash? Tell the fucking gang why Nash isn't here.” demanded Mikey standing his ground. The rest of the gang were taken aback by his resolve. Geoff pulled a gun on Mikey and his cocky smirk had now turned into a glare of pure anger and hatred.
”That's enough from you, you little shit. Get out before I blow your brains out across the floor you insolent little bitch!” roared Baker, his arm shaking with white hot rage as it took every ounce of restraint to prevent himself pulling the trigger. Veins were popping out of his neck as the ex-steroid abusing leader of The Sons of Anarchy had murderous intentions. Mikey remained still. He returned Geoff's stare and simply folded his arms, waiting for his bullet to the head.
Before Geoff could pull the trigger, from his side another biker named Johnny Lo stood up from his seat drawing a gun with his sights set on the leader of The Sons, Geoff Baker. Geoff did not like it one bit.
”Oh! Fucking fantastic! Gooky McGee over there wants to make a stand too?! Are you all out of your minds?! I've been the front man of this rock band for nearly thirty years. I've been calling the shots in this town since you were all getting your asses kicked by your daddy for wetting the bed. Hell, I've been fucking the lonely housewives of this town for as long as I can remember. I probably AM most of your fathers. So how about you sit the fuck down Johnny and show me a little respect?” commanded Geoff but his order fell upon deaf ears as Johnny Lo hit the safety on his gun.
”You may have been the leader for thirty years but times are changing... we are an ethnically diverse band of bikers with looks towards the future. This war campaign against the Wakazashi Yakuza. It's stupid and unnecessary. There is no financial gain, they have none of the same markets as us. The last thing I and The Sons want is for a frail, old, old-fashioned asshole to be leading us into a pointless war!” declared Johnny earning him the admiration of every other board member there who supported him with a raucous “YEAH!”. Baker's rage had gone and instead fear had taken over though he tried desperately to hide it.
”Are you fucking kidding? Is this a mutiny? Without me none of you would be here. And old fashioned? Oh come on, everyone loves a racist joke now and then but I'm not a damn bigot. We wouldn't have business relationships with The Triads if I was.
”Uh. No. We wouldn't have business relationships with The Triads if I wasn't the brother-in-law of Victor Hong, the deputy head of the Wai-Lo Triad. You'd be nothing without me here. And without the Triads we'd have been wiped out a long time ago, Mountain Master Lee Hong thinks you're a joke. An unfunny joke that needs to finally be put out to pasture.” concluded Johnny, firing a warning shot in the air just to prove he's serious. Everyone ducked for cover instinctively.
”Fuck it. I'm not taking a bullet in the head from a bunch of ingrates. But I promise... you will REGRET this day... All of you. You fucking... ASSHOLES!”
”Where's Nash? He promised us he'd been here.” snapped Bolo, pointing at Geoff Baker with the finger of accusation. Baker and Bolo both knew where Nash was but the pressure was on Baker to explain why.
”That pussy quitter could never hack The Anarchy. Got himself arrested, went to jail. He's been a pussy-drip since day one and now he's abandoning us right when we need him.”
”Or... you kicked him out the gang because you can't stand the fact that maybe he's ten times the man you are and that he embodies more of what's right for the future of The Sons.”
”How about you know your fucking place Mikey? Go play on your Xbox or something. I know you're a capable soldier online but you're clearly a non-hacker here. I want you out of here you rat-faced fuck.” ordered Geoff a beefy, tattooed, gnarled finger to the door. Mikey didn't budge.
”No. I'm tired of your lying and your bullshit Geoff. Where's Nash? Tell the fucking gang why Nash isn't here.” demanded Mikey standing his ground. The rest of the gang were taken aback by his resolve. Geoff pulled a gun on Mikey and his cocky smirk had now turned into a glare of pure anger and hatred.
”That's enough from you, you little shit. Get out before I blow your brains out across the floor you insolent little bitch!” roared Baker, his arm shaking with white hot rage as it took every ounce of restraint to prevent himself pulling the trigger. Veins were popping out of his neck as the ex-steroid abusing leader of The Sons of Anarchy had murderous intentions. Mikey remained still. He returned Geoff's stare and simply folded his arms, waiting for his bullet to the head.
Before Geoff could pull the trigger, from his side another biker named Johnny Lo stood up from his seat drawing a gun with his sights set on the leader of The Sons, Geoff Baker. Geoff did not like it one bit.
”Oh! Fucking fantastic! Gooky McGee over there wants to make a stand too?! Are you all out of your minds?! I've been the front man of this rock band for nearly thirty years. I've been calling the shots in this town since you were all getting your asses kicked by your daddy for wetting the bed. Hell, I've been fucking the lonely housewives of this town for as long as I can remember. I probably AM most of your fathers. So how about you sit the fuck down Johnny and show me a little respect?” commanded Geoff but his order fell upon deaf ears as Johnny Lo hit the safety on his gun.
”You may have been the leader for thirty years but times are changing... we are an ethnically diverse band of bikers with looks towards the future. This war campaign against the Wakazashi Yakuza. It's stupid and unnecessary. There is no financial gain, they have none of the same markets as us. The last thing I and The Sons want is for a frail, old, old-fashioned asshole to be leading us into a pointless war!” declared Johnny earning him the admiration of every other board member there who supported him with a raucous “YEAH!”. Baker's rage had gone and instead fear had taken over though he tried desperately to hide it.
”Are you fucking kidding? Is this a mutiny? Without me none of you would be here. And old fashioned? Oh come on, everyone loves a racist joke now and then but I'm not a damn bigot. We wouldn't have business relationships with The Triads if I was.
”Uh. No. We wouldn't have business relationships with The Triads if I wasn't the brother-in-law of Victor Hong, the deputy head of the Wai-Lo Triad. You'd be nothing without me here. And without the Triads we'd have been wiped out a long time ago, Mountain Master Lee Hong thinks you're a joke. An unfunny joke that needs to finally be put out to pasture.” concluded Johnny, firing a warning shot in the air just to prove he's serious. Everyone ducked for cover instinctively.
”Fuck it. I'm not taking a bullet in the head from a bunch of ingrates. But I promise... you will REGRET this day... All of you. You fucking... ASSHOLES!”
