On the devil’s back
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				Title: <strong>On the devil’s back </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>07-06-2009, 19:53:57</strong>
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				The highway into Charming was clear, but the sun ruthlessly pounded the roads and the city ahead. The black custom Dyna he rode was but along the tan landscape as he rode through the endless desert. Everything about Cid's bike was made to his specifications, it was completely pitch black. Every single exposed inch of the bike was custom painted, the club's scythes crossing each other on the tank, inked in a pale green. The exhaust was made to warn others of his approach, a warning to move the hell out of the way. Roaring down the streets at break neck speeds, he found sport in scaring drivers as he road on the opposite side of the roads into incoming traffic, slipping behind or in front of the scared drivers at the last second, a trick he only did to pass the time. He had been riding non stop since his departure from Tacoma and even he felt his stamina drained. <br><br>Up ahead he spotted a nice vintage sports car, he trailed behind it until the opposite side of the dual way highway was clear he sped up to ride by the side. To his surprise, the driver was a female, the ride finally became a bit more interesting for him. He rode at her side, glancing over to see if she had noticed him, still keeping an eye on the road.<br><br>His own features were well hidden, his thick muscular body was covered with jeans and the leather vest that marked him as a ride for SAMCROW. Dark sunglasses covered his face, his hair hidden by the black "half helmet" with the nick name "cide" etched in green on the side. A semi was approaching the side of the road he was riding on, his chance to get her attention was quickly fading.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>07-06-2009, 22:36:20</strong>
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				While riding in a 1967 Coupe Mustang had its advantages because it gave her a chance to put her car out onto the road and show the rest of the boys that a female could drive a vintage sports car it also had its downsides. To upkeep this vintage car, she put a cool twenty thousand dollars to customize the car which she was slowly paying back the debt from her uncle Martin. Yes, her uncle was Mexican while she, Fiona Diego-O'Mallory (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/20/Emily_Blunt.jpg), looked close to black Irish since her mother was Irish. Oh how she heard the comments made to her as she grew up in her house with her father wondering if her mother had slept with another Irishman to bring her into this world. Hell, her father went as far as forcing a paternity test before satisfied she was his kid and no one else's which gave collaterol for her mother to smack him with a skillet for ever thinking she cheated on him. After that, her siblings and her never had to worry much other than the fact both her parents enjoyed to drink and get into arguments. <br><br>Best to leave those facts and past memories in the back of her head right now. At the moment, she needed to think about not turning around and heading back to Los Angeles to get out of this marriage happening between her uncle Martin and his third wife. How many more marriages could the man go through before he figured it out that he was picking the wrong type of women? The first wife was an ex-stripper and his second wife was a drug addict who tried to stab him when he would not give her a twenty to buy her next round of prescription drugs from a drug dealer to towns away from Charming. Supposedly, this next wife to be was not a stripper or a drug addict but Fiona was not leaving things to chance. She put money down the marriage would end within six months and in those six months her uncle would be finding himself someone to fuck while his third wife complained and bitch about the small town of Charming.<br><br>What did anyone expect in Charming? While Charming had its All-American appeal, it had no Starbucks, Barnes and Noble, Borders, Kohl's or any major techno/entertainment place around. From what she heard about the infamous SAMCRO members, it tried its hardest to keep any developments from happening. In all of California, Charming seemed to be the only town which held on for dear life not to be covered in shopping malls and nuisances. Even now the ceremony and reception would take place at her uncle's place where she would stay for a couple of days to set up the wedding and then take care of the place while the two went on a road trip to Lake Tahoe. How romantic her Uncle was to take his bride to a city he frequented on his way to hit Vegas to spend a bit of his cash. Right now she was spending a good five days in Charming and it seemed to be bringing in an idiot because she noticed a male on a motorcycle near her car endangering not only himself but her if he got too close to her car.<br><br>Fiona did not have to guess to much to guess this man whoever he was associated himself with a motorcycle chapter. The way his bike was built, he must have put a lot of money into it just as she had with her car. Now she only hoped he did not wreck it with his dangerous tactics. He looked good just from the side view and what the hell was she thinking? She was here for her uncle's wedding and then head back to Los Angeles without causing much of a stir in Charming. Fiona could barely tell what went down in the place other than her uncle's knack for marrying the wrong woman and she was to play the doting niece to aid his wife in getting things done for the wedding. Fuck, sometimes she wish she had a drinking problem and could be locked up somewhere for the next five days, best excuse to give her uncle but he helped pay for the car which meant she was his bitch until she paid the debt off. What else could go wrong in Charming?
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				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>08-06-2009, 08:21:54</strong>
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				A large smile crossed his face when he noticed she was looking over at him, his face turned to look at her within the car's interior. The semi was rapidly approaching, honking its horn wildly at the rider, his speed holding still. His lips curled into a pucker, sending her a kiss before his hand twisted on the throttle and he visibly kicked his bike up another gear. In a heart beat the bike jolted forward and cut in front of the vintage sports car, a few moments later the semi zoomed by with his horn blaring. The patch of the "Son's" was splayed on his leather vest, whipping against the wind as he sped forward for the final stretch. <br><br>His first stop was at Teller-Morrow, long trip and exhausted or not he had a reason for being called into town. Clay had mentioned&nbsp; the target and he volunteered, he had a grudge against the Nords and was always willing to take out a skinhead. The meeting ended up going on longer than expected, after a departure he went to check into the small motel along the small main road in town. He humbly denied to eat with the rest of the club, promising to be at the Sunday night dinner they always had. Cid was a man of buisness, even as he sat and ate a fast food burger, he was keeping an eye on the bar the Nords frequented. <br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>08-06-2009, 19:49:47</strong>
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				Did he just send her a kiss? It seemed so especially after blowing her a kiss he nearly tried to run her over by getting in front of her at the last second. She did not hesitate to honk the horn at his ass before shouting a few choice explectives in her car. The idiot could have ruined a custom car and just keep on rolling while she had to pay up the ass to get it fixed. This was her baby and no one was going to fuck with it and hopefully there would be no chance of it being stolen in Charming. From what she heard, people were the all American families with BBQ's and sunny despositions while in Los Angeles...yes, let us not think too much about how Los Angeles is two different sides of a Mexican peso. Best to think about the male who almost ran her off the road and seeing the patch on his leather identifying him as a Son of Anarchy. Was the motorcycle club she heard about in Charming having some sort of reunion with different other places? The patch at the bottom let her know the asshole was not from California territory, interesting. <br><br>What was more interesting a few hours later was finding herself in a small wedding shop in Charming trying on the third dress to wear as a bridesmaid. It seems her uncle's wife to be had no clue which bridesmaid dress looked the most horrible to wear and needed everyone in the bridal shower to try on several different dresses. With each dress she put on, the colors were brighter and the styles more whorish than the last one. The first one had been a puke green and spagehetti's straps but the one she wore and looked at in the mirror from three different angles was neon pink and a slutty cocktail dress. Hell, if she sat down, she had to cross her legs and if she bent over there was the need to shave and wear clean underwear for viewing. "You know, I think I am a bit too short to wear this <em>beautiful</em> dress." God help her with wearing an ugly ass dress to the wedding and whoever she was going to be stuck talking to at the reception. At least there was a bar a few blocks down if she wanted to drink to forget the horrible images of the dresses.
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				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>08-06-2009, 23:03:48</strong>
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				Cid retreated to his room for a moment of rest, he was told him that his target was known to frequent in the bar after hours. All he would have to do is stake out the place and wait for his chance to take him out. The faster he got the job done, the faster he could leave town. Not that he planned on wearing his patch. He was nearly fully covered from head to toe when he came in, after a shower and a changing of clothing no one would tie him as a member of the club unless they saw him nude. <br><br>At around 1am he walked into the bar and took a seat, he ordered a beer and drank it as his eyes scanned the surrounding. It was obvious this place did not welcome very many clients, the entire bar was decorated with hate propaganda. Cid was not exactly sure what his ethnic mix was, but at least his skin was light enough to pass off as white in the bar. Genetics had graced him with light hazel eyes, roots of his father no doubt, but never meeting the piece of shit it was not like he could confirm. Dark wavy hair, which he had known to grow out, was currently swept back. He was still in pair of dark faded jeans and a black cowboy shirt and pair of biker boots finished his "look" for the evening. <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>09-06-2009, 07:15:53</strong>
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				The faster she was done with this shopping, the faster it would be for her to get at least one drink in her before she went back to uncle Martin's guest room to sleep off the pain of wearing stripper heels. Somehow Uncle Martin's wife thought it best for all of the women to try out their heels through the whole day to be able to break in the soles and make it more comfortable to wear on the wedding day. Fuck that. Her ass may have looked good in the heels but there was absolutely no way she could wear it without a few men sticking dollar bills in her bra. "Have a good night," she called to everyone as she left the place, the moon heading to settle itself in the sky and the shops closed down for the day.<br><br>The bridal shop was the only shop which kept its hours only because Uncle Martin asked the bridal shop owner to do him a favor. Still, she could not believe her soon to be aunt in law made the shop owner stay open until one in the god damn morning. It was funny as hell but not good if it was in any other place. At least here in Charming, she did not have to worry about someone trying to rape her in an alleyway or a gang shoot out. Wait, scratch that since she heard a few stories from Crow Eaters or SAMCRO groupies who spoke about the SAMCRO MC organization settled here in Charming, California. At least her Uncle was not into that crap or she might have hesitated in taking the borrowed money from him. "Nothing could go wrong," she whispered as she walked down the street towards the bar where she would have to past it to get to her Uncle's place. Fiona wanted to walk and stretch out her toes where it was cramped up in the heels instead of driving back. Nothing could go wrong.
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				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>10-06-2009, 07:41:44</strong>
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				Four well placed shots, one extra Nord dead who know one would miss. There was no struggle, no cry for help, just the sound of dual Smith and Wesson's 1911's ripping apart two Nords he caught by surprise when he reached to pay for his tab for the night. He walked out the bar, tucking the guns into the holsters on his back and securing them in place. Flipping the lights in the bar off he walked into the empty streets and walked towards the motel he had checked into. <br><br>No one had seen or heard him leave the scene, or so he thought. Sliding into the room he had rented for the night, he locked the doors behind him and finally managed to get a full night's rest. Law enforcement would be handled by the time he woke up the next day and he would ride back to Tacoma after the club gathering on Sunday, no kinks in the plan. 
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				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>11-06-2009, 07:01:23</strong>
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				Those shots were loud enough she heard it as she stopped dead in her tracks. Were those gunshots? There had to be a car kickbacking, an old clunker to make that type of sound. Even as she tried to fill her head with lies, she watched as a male walk out of the bar. Narrowing her eyes, she gasped and covered her mouth for she was only half a block away from the bar. It was him. It was the idiot bastard who almost got her into an accident into town today. What an asshole and now a murdering asshole. She had to talk to the police because who knew who he might have killed tonight. Just the way he walked showed he could easily shoot anyone down without any remorse.<br><br>"Call the cops and try not to scream my fucking head off," she told herself as she started to back away from the place and started to run down the street. If he did not see her, there was no way he could come after her. All she had to do was call the cops, get them to come to the bar and make sure she did not end up dead as well. Patting herself down, she had to get to her cell phone and get all of this figured out. A murder in Charming, California was an ironic one at that. Fucking A and she did not want to get into too much trouble.
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				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>15-06-2009, 20:26:10</strong>
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				The next morning he woke up to a lazy stretch, the kind that one has after a peaceful night of sleep. The 1% tattoo he had inked in the side of neck was more clear as he shaved and showered for the night. He would be able to wear his patch proud in Charming today, he always did. Today was different, he was only a guest in town, but taking those two Nords out was a favor re-payed from the chapter he represented. <br><br>Packing his overnight bag and shoving it into the saddlebags, he paid his night cash to the motel worker and took a drive around the town. Cid liked the town, it was quite and peaceful, the perfect place to raise a family. Riding into Teller and Morrow, he saw the squad car already there asking questions about the shooting. Clay Marrow was an master of deception, looking at the officer and cracking a joke about a dead Nord not being enough, assuring them that SAMCROW had nothing to do with the murders. The officer eyed the new guy, stopping him for questions. <br><em><br>"What's your name..."</em><br>David Hale did his best to stare him down, but to a man with little remorse and no fear, it was easy to look passed it. <br>"Sydney Shaw" <br>Cid answered, watching Hale take the name and follow it up. <br><em>"What are you doing in Charming"?</em><br>"Was invited for dinner on Sunday"<br>Clay smiled as Hale eyes looked on his. "It's true, the boy loves to eat" <br><em><br>"When did you get into town Sydney?" </em><br>"Just now, rode in from Tacoma."<br>The information was not hidden, the back of his vest had the patch. Hale sneered and closed his book. He knew that was all the information he would get, without evidence or a witness to connect the killings to SAMCROW, he might as well bang his head against a wall and hope for the best. Returning to his vehicle, he drove off as Clay and Cid waved good bye. Once the patrol car was gone, Cid looked over to Clay and nodded. <br>"Looks like you have me till Sunday...I'm ask Chibs if I can crash at his place." <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>19-06-2009, 04:04:02</strong>
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				The next morning, she was at the police station. After what she saw last night, she had to see to the police right away before she thought she hallucinated. It only took her a few minutes last night to find her phone and call to report the murder. Of course she made sure to stay away from the scene and wait for the office to pick her up to show her where the murder happened. God, she was glad the guy had not made her go inside with him but took her word about gun shots and the lone assassin who committed the horrible crimes. The murders were confirmed and the officer was even kind enough to give her a ride back to her Uncle's place and let her know she would be needed for her statement this morning. Now, here she was about to make her statement and aid the police in any way they could about the double homicide.<br><br>"I came here to report my statement," she announced to what looked like an elderly officer. How was she to know he was the head chief of police? He looked close to needing to head to a retirement home or the nearest clinic than to be wearing the badge. Nonetheless, he looked her up and down and nodded for another officer to take her statement. The statement took a good hour with him asking questions as to why she was in the area and if she knew of the victims. She was out of town and came to Charming for her Uncle's wedding. God, the idiot even went as far as needing to call her Uncle who was screaming as to whether or not she got into this trouble on her own. Oh yes, she wanted to walk toward the same bar where there was going to be a murder. Sure, she really wanted all of this. <br><br>After the hour, she was let go but not before getting her personal information from the head chief. Strange to get her information for the second time. How was she to know Unger was going to send this information down Sons of Anarchy way to handle the problem. Of course she was an out of towner and had to be handled delicately. She may be connected to people who would start asking questions if she does not get back home in one piece. Hopefully the Sons knew how to handle outsiders to Charming. If not, God have Mercy on this poor woman's soul.
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				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>29-06-2009, 09:02:38</strong>
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				Cid and Chibs both spent most of the day at the shop, both of them joking around as if the night before two people were not murdered in cold blood. The carefree Scot helped him paint two fresh marks on his bike, two new green flames added to the "Samcrow" reaper. Since they were technically not on duty, the shared stories of childhood and conquest over a few drinks of beer. When Clay left in a hurry and came back towards them in a huff, the good times was over. Before Chibs, Clay calmly let Cid know that he had a witness and the situation needed to be handled before Hale sniffed him out like the blood hound he was. <br>"I"ll take care of it Clay...I should have been more careful..."<br><br>"Unser told us where we can find her, she is town with family...we can't let them know we are involved...no blood baths you need to think of a way to silence her...and you have to go Nomad." <br>Cid knew what that meant, he removed his patch before a fellow brother, to much was at stake if all of this was tied back to the Sons. Clay's stern eyes moved down to his bike, Cid's pride and joy, he tried to protest only to be stopped by Chibs's sympathetic hand. <br>"It'll only me till it blows ova brotha...I have a bike if you want to ride...but you know even we would not strip the patch from your tank...or the one on your back...but you know the rules..." <br>Cid nodded and left Clay-Marrow with a heavy heart, patch-less and bike-less. At least he was able to redeem himself, he had to, he did not know any other life then to ride with the Sons. 
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				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>09-07-2009, 20:08:27</strong>
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				Fiona Diego-O'Mallory knew the only way to forget about the homicide was focus on the wedding coming up now. Best to forget the past and move on with the present and future. Of course she knew she would have to go back to the station in case she was needed in identifying the criminal. For all she knew this was an out of town hit where the guy strolled in out of the blue from somewhere else, killed the two men and walked out of the city before the sun came over the horizon. From what she heard, no one mentioned anything about the dead bodies but she could see the Sheriff going around town in his car asking questions. "Where is your head, chica? It should be helping your Aunt make the floral arrangments or whatever the fuck she needs, come on now," her uncle commented before he smacked her over the head to break her hard stare on the flowers she had in her hands. <br><br>She never realized how long she spaced out for but it was enough to get her uncle to smacking her to wake her up. "Sorry, I was thinking of how to best get the flowers to look pretty," she lied. A huge lie considering her thoughts were on the murderer who could still be in town. Hell, had he seen her face? No, of course not. If he had, he might have ran after her or made a motion for her to be quiet if she knew what was best for her. In Los Angeles, she knew better than to bring attention to herself in the seedy parts of the city. Now she had to do the same here but how could she when she was expected to help throw a Bachelorette party and move around the town to find the items for the party and wedding. Even now she could see her uncle watching her far too closely which meant the old man was trying to figure out if she was telling the truth or lying through her teeth about it.
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				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>16-07-2009, 21:42:58</strong>
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				<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i144.photobucket.com/albums/r164/MzAshlee614/biker%20men1/billy.jpg)</div>A patch-less Cid checked into a different motel on the other side of Charming, not that the town was all that big to begin with. Instead of losing himself to a bottle and try to drink his problems away he began to think of the best method of silencing the witness. He knew who it was thanks to Uncer, in town for the wedding the entire town knew about. Hale might be watching her as well as would the family, luckily for him he was not a local and could play friend of the family, but not in his current appearance. A quick run to the local pharmacy would resolve that, buying scissors, razors and other random toiletries he did not have in the hotel. Biker's were always given the stigma of being dirty, the matted hair, rough beards and layer of dirt and grim was always present on those who rode. <br><br>It took him nearly a full hour to hack away the long dreaded hair, to the point he could run the machine through. He was forced to clean and shampoo it between cuffs to give him the chance to work at the knots he called his hair. The hair was left long enough to style back, as much as he tried he could not fully get rid of his goatee and mustache. Opting to trim it and make sure it looked neat and well taken care of. He clipped and cleaned finger and toe nails, showered and tossed his sun beaten jeans into the plastic bags he had carried over from the store. <br><br>When he stepped in front of the mirror he looked at himself in awe, he hardly recognized himself. His torso was still nearly covered in ink, the sleeves up his arms and the large SAMCROW patch on his back, but he reassured himself that he could pull this off. He wrestled on a long sleeve shirt and a pair of cargo pants he had picked up during his impromptu shopping trip. He felt like a tool in the clothing, but he had to get used to something besides jeans and leather vests. Stepping out of the hotel, he was a different man that had gone in, he did not look like the vagrant that had checked in earlier. <br><br>He asked his way around town, trying to gather any subtle information about the wedding, he needed a name to drop in case someone asked who had invited him.&nbsp; His best source of information was the only place that rented, sold and tailored suits. It appeared the wedding brought in good buisness and the man quickly gathered the name of a cousin he figured was nothing big in the family. Conroy was his name, remembering it in case he was asked who had invited him. <br><em>I was in Controy's fraternity...we are brothers!</em><br>He practiced his story in his head, the tailor measuring him for a suit. Cid needed a new respectable name, Sal Hellaio, came to mind. He father was half Italian so he figured he could pull it off. With any luck he would spot her walking across town, hopefully finding a opportunity to strike up a conversation and trick her into his grasp. Chibs would keep him updated with any movement from Hale or his cops, all he needed to was hope for a little luck. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 22:41:58</strong>
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				Fiona Diego-O'Mallory knew one thing and one thing only: She hated the bridesmaid dress. Hated it beyond discussion and debate. Loathed it with every fiber of her being. For God's sake, she was going to be forced to wear a neon pink dress with a fringe and a bow on the back of her ass. Did her Uncle Martin's new wife wish hell upon those who were slightly better looking than her? Just the amount of make up she slapped onto her face made her be in the running for the best clown face any circus. Any minute now a mini clown car of twenty clowns would leap out from the bright yellow car and start making balloon animals for the audience. Fiona was only too glad the wedding was not until tomorrow but tonight she had to put the dress in the closet and get ready for the rehearsal dinner and subsequently the Bachelorette party.<br><br>"Thank god for the local antique shop," she whispered beneath her breath before taking another glance at herself in the mirror. The dress for the rehearsal dinner consisted of a grey button up cardigan dress (http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__qI03239StM/SX4XR_rQ6DI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jA9_MNLfUPw/s400/picks+cardigan+dress+Toki+and+nabi+%C2%A349..jpg), a clutch purse and grey riding boots (http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xzrl-PgvndE/SOjo7tf97NI/AAAAAAAABHY/D1P6onMFfM4/s400/Lauren+by+Ralph+Lauren+Brown+or+Black+Calf+Riding+Boots.++198.bmp). She pulled her hair back into a severe bun, wore a bit of make up and made sure her own 'girls' were not about to outshine the bride. She did not want to convey any sort of alluring factor since the Bridezilla lacked the breasts necessary to make the dogs wag their tails. Of course, she had tits but they were sagging faster than a plumber's pants working on a clogged toilet.<br><br>Already, the bride to be warned all of the women who were going to be in the bridal party needed to keep their gazongas tucked away during the rehearsal up until the bacherlorette party. Fiona guessed her uncle's next wife was envious of the women who had the money to buy fake tits or be blessed genetically, herself included in the second group with real ones. She could handle tucking her breasts away because she had no intention to pick up on any of the men in Charming. Who knew if one of those men was the actual killer? A stupid mistake to make if she went home with a complete stranger only to find out he was the one who murdered the two men in the bar in cold blood? Would be a great story to tell the next time her girlfriends and her sat down for drinks and magazines but not right now. Her mind was on getting through the rehearal wedding and dinner.<br><br>Taking one last look in the mirror, she slipped out of the guest bedroom assigned to her for the duration of her stay and closed the door behind her. Already, she could hear the music from a local band tuning and getting itself ready for the rehearsal wedding. All she had to do was get in line with the other bridesmaid, walk down the imaginary line parted in the middle, stay on the side and try not to fall asleep when her Uncle and his wife spoke their written vows to one another. His wife wanted things to be extra special and asked to have original vows spoken aloud in front of those invited to the rehearsal. Her uncle had put her in charge of finding him a few words which could be passed off as decent vows and almost sound like him. In her clutch purse were the vows, typed out for him since she had no clue how to make her handwritting look like his own. The man wrote like he was in a hurry all of the time and it was hard enough to understand the notes he left her to follow when his wife and him headed off to Lake Tahoe, let alone pretend he wrote out every bit of his vows.<br>&nbsp; <br>"Tio," she whispered as she kissed him on both cheeks upon entering the backyard. He stood by the door, no less waiting for her to hand him the typed vows. She had it ready for him in the palm of her hand, ready to slip it into his own hand or pocket if there was too many people around to notice the slight of hand. Uncle Martin kissed both of her cheeks (the one on her face and not on her ass, thank you very much) and whispered into her ear about the progress of the vows. Fiona was dead on about his need of the vows. Carefully, she slipped him the vows by giving him a hug and placing her hand between them and he took the vows. Nodding, she headed off to head towards the gaggle of females waiting to start the procession of bridesmaid. While this was happening, she waved to Conroy, cousin by marrige and blood through Uncle Martin's second wife. He was younger than her and often times drunk or in the swing of picking up women. Just like him to bring his college mentality to a wedding. What a fucking pig. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the devil’s back </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>19-08-2009, 07:47:30</strong>
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				Before the suit was fitted and ordered for the upcoming wedding, Juice and Chibbs had come through once more with the address of the son to be married couple. Opting to wear a pair of black slacks and a shirt, in honor of the great Johnny Cash, he left the store and hoped the clothing covered all the gang affiliated tattoos along his arm, neck and back. Hailing a cab, he took a ride over the the O'Mallory residence. <br><br>Juice had sent him enough information on the family, not that he needed it. As long as the eye witness was around he hoped he would be able to sniff her out of hiding. Her name was still a mystery but he was getting plenty of help from his two brothers on the inside. Pulling up to the residence, it was not hard for him to blend into the masses of people gathered. When a large event occurred in a small town, a party was sure to follow. Asking around he was able to find his cover up story, drinking and chatting up a few of the locals. He could tell they were from Charming since they looked eager to hang onto his every word of whatever made up story he was spewing between drinks. Not willing to annoy his "hook" into the festivities, he found an empty table and watched on as the rehearsal commenced.<br><br>Before the vows were muttered he caught an interesting exchange between what he assumed was a family member and the groom. She looked familiar, but he was not sure from where just yet. He followed her with his eyes, watching her with a new found interest as he nursed a drink at the table. The wave to his "school mate" was followed also, faking interest in his phone he took a picture and sent it off to Juice. The table soon filled in and he joined into a conversation to look in place with the rest of the family and friends. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the devil’s back </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>30-09-2009, 22:30:31</strong>
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				Fiona Diego-O'Mallory&nbsp; was only too glad for the Grey button up cardigan dress. The women, including, her Uncle Martin's wife-to-be looked ready to take the stage at any local Crazy Horse. Teased out hair, tiny clothing and high hooker boots was the main attire worn at the rehearsal dinner. She was the overdressed one but she was glad to not be looked upon as viable fuckmeat. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed her Uncle eyeing a few women who were not her step-Aunt. Even now, it was hard to wrap her mind around seeing the woman who looked like a hooker on the Vegas strip joint as her step-Aunt. None of the women stayed too long in his life and it was only a matter of time before her Uncle Martin started to bed anyone and everyone who was not her step-Aunt. <br><br>Still, she kept her attention on the situating the guests into their assigned seats. It would be the rehearsal wedding and after the rehearsal went through, everyone would get a chance to eat. Right now, she needed a bit of scotch to keep herself from objecting to the whole debauchery about to take place with her Uncle Martin and his future ex-wife. This was a waste of money, time, mostly hers because of the time off she took from work to come up here. Hell, she could be at the bar helping out but no, she was the bridesmaid to a wife who had slim to none chance of sticking around in Martin's life for more than three months. The last ex-wife managed to hold on for four months before she ran off with her coke dealer. "Time to get this shitty wedding on the road," she muttered beneath her breath as she plastered a smile onto her face. She shook the hand of the priest invited to the reception and rehearsal wedding. <br><br>Somehow, it would have saved a lot of time and money to get married now since Fiona could not get why people needed rehearsals for weddings. For her, if she ever wanted to marry, it would be her, the person she planned to settle down with and the pastor in a City Hall blessing their marriage. Nonetheless, it looked to be far off from her ever walking down the aisle ready to marry anyone. Right now, she wanted to spend time on herself and get the hell out of Charming as soon as possible. There was no telling if the crazy son of a bitch murdered lingered about the small town ready to gun down more innocent people. Fiona tried not to think about the murder while the priest went on about how it was a blessed event. However, she felt eyes on her and she let her gaze flicker over the crowds and towards a male she had yet to meet at this rehearsal. In fact, she narrowed her eyes on him wondering if she remembered him on the guest list her Auntie wanted her to prepare in case anyone tried to gate crash the party. "If you will excuse me, Father Donald," she whispered as she walked away and towards the table where the male settled himself in.
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