How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]
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				Title: <strong>How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>04-02-2009, 04:40:40</strong>
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				Shah could not fucking believe it. The work which which took the bulk of Shah's life could be ruined in a matter of days. All of because of one little thing. Shah had a god damn cunt. Shah short for Shahrazad was a female in the San Francisco chapter of Sons of Anarchy. Convenient that in a place where cultures and sexual orientations were accepted and celebrated, the fact she was a female in a MC was something to look down upon. Shah knew what the fuck she was getting into the moment she became an old lady. Former old lady to be exact. After spending a year as one of the MC's old lady she grew tired of the routine. Fuck, sleep, eat and cover the MC's ass was not the life she wanted to have. Hell, even being an old lady was not a secure position. If her ass or her tits started to sag, her ass could get canned for a prettier, skinner, younger bitch. With that fear placed into her head, she got to work. <br><br>It took her eight years to build her reputation up. Good thing she started out as a sixteen year old or her ass would have been run into the ground if she got into it later on in life. Maybe it was the fact she was a female and had come from a semi-wealthy background but she proved herself to the club. Did everything with the exception of betraying the MC. No way in fucking freezing hell would that ever happen. The MC was her family even if now having to go to Charming might ruin that for her. No matter, she would show SAMCRO that Shah O'Hara was right for the job as even if she had to give another eight years to prove it, SAMCRO would not take away the one thing in life she truly cared about. <br><br>********<br><br>"Clay! You have a message from Daddy D from the SAFSOA chapter in San Fran," Jean Carlos "Juice" Ortiz announced from his laptop screen. Seems the President of the San Fran chapter wanted to meet up with Clay and Jax, mostly Jax since Clay was trying to handle another one of Gemma's menopause bursts over business regarding the problems with the Mayans, O9ers, and of course ATF. God damn ATF trying to fuck a good thing up. Plus, it seemed the San Fran President was looking to add another sergeant at arms after their long time one died of a heroin overdose a few months back. They had a candidate to fit the position it was merely letting Clay and Jax know about it and agreeing with it that was needed to be rectified. The candidate would come here to be tested and seen to that he was the right fit to look over the San Fran area. It was close enough to Oakland that it made them wary about the 09ers chapter in Oakland from hitting the place. <br><br>Clarence "Clay" Morrow finished rubbing the arthritis out of his hands for the moment before he walked over to check out the email on Juice's laptop. Fuck, Juice needed to shower a bit more. He smelled like he stepped in dog shit or even bathed in it. Though he needed to get his head on what was on the screen in front of his eyes. He read over the information a second time before asking Juice to print out a few copies to hand to the other members and for those who would go out to meet up with the candidate. All precautions would be taken to make sure the ATF did not know about a SAFSOA coming into Charming. They already had the ATF bitch humping around for information and if from what the packet on Shah was correct, she might go after the candidate like a fucking bitch in heat. &nbsp;<br><br>Glancing around, he thought of who to send out to bring Shah in. Half Sack was a likely candidate to help transport Shah to Charming but he might lose his way into the many streets of San Francisco and end up in the fucking ocean. Better to send him with someone else. Chibs and Piney were out of the question. Piney was still bitter over the loss of his daughter in law and Opie was busy with the kids taking a break for a few days from the club. Chibs had better things to do than babysit a chapter member. Tig. Fuck no. Bobby had a thing to do in Nevada for his Elvis act which he would not dare stop the man from doing. He needed to get Jax to help out. &nbsp;<br><br>Calling Half-Sack to him he had to get the prospect to focus before giving him instructions and to get Jax informed. Half Sack bobbled his prospective head before he went on his way to find Jax. Half knew Jax was still pissed off about something, did not know what but no matter to him. Hopefully, Jax would get his head together if he went on a small trip to San Fran. He heard about the Fisherman's Wharf and maybe invite Jax to a plate of shrimp and chowder soup to cheer him up. <br><br>With that in mind, Prospect gave the detailed instructions to Jax once he found him, along with the printed forms of where to meet up with Shah. Prospect looked over the background information on Shah though somehow Juice must have been high on something because he put the wrong gender as male rather than female and the picture of Shah was too pixilated to get a clear view of Shah's mugshot but no one was smart enough to get a better shot. Only details were found of the charges as giving a small clue into the real gender but even then a rap sheet could not let them know the person to meet up at Fisherman's Wharf would be in fact a bitch in leather gear. Getting into one of their many discrete cars, Prospect waited for Jax to get in to turn on the car and get to it. Oh what a fucking surprise these two would get.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>04-02-2009, 05:05:08</strong>
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				<strong>“What a fucking waste of time.”</strong><br><br>The cigarette hung loose from his lips, eyes staring out over the rolling visage opposite him. The tip burst into life as he inhaled, the sound of the tobacco and paper burning covered by the roar of the engine as he drew the cancer deep into his mouth and then down, deep into his lungs and the heart of his being. It wasn't that checking out that the new Sergeant at Arms was legitimate wasn't important. It was vitally so with all the shit that was going down all around. But the journey to get to San Fran was time that could well have spent doing something else.<br><br>And Jax Teller was not in the mood to do it.<br><br>Jax knew he had to do this, he knew it was necessary, but that didn't mean he had to be happy about getting in a cage with Half-Sac and spending far too much time driving down roads. Now riding down roads, that would have been far more like it, but driving. Fuck that. At least it was nearly over now, nearly at the Wharf so they could meet this candidate and check they were a real badass. No chance they'd let some little pussy do the job, and he doubted Daddy D would have put a pussy forward. Nah, hopefully, if everything went well, they'd meet this guy he'd be solid, they'd bring him back to Charming, he'd check out good and they could send him home, secure in the knowledge that San Fran was doing OK, even if they let their men get jacked up on heroin.<br><br>And with that they got to the wharf, Prospect pulling up, Jax stepping out of the car, the near finished smoke dropped from his fingers to be ground under his boot. He used a hand to shield his eyes, his hair hanging behind him as he surveyed the Wharf, cutting a slightly strange figure to the tourists and others who wandered around. He thought he could make out someone in leather in the distance. He turned round, calling out to Half-Sac who was just jumping out of the cage.<br><br><strong>“So, where exactly we meant to meet this guy? Or is he meant to find us now that we're here?”</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>04-02-2009, 05:15:17</strong>
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				Shaking her head, Shah could not believe they wanted to meet her here in the heart of San Francisco. Shah was not hating her city, not at all. San Fran had given her everything she could possibly want and more. Having grown up in a foster homes during her childhood years, she was adopted into a semi-wealthy family during a time when adopting kids was a special thing and not because it was free publicity and free money from the state the hosting parents could receive. What the fuck could her foster parents do with a five hundred check received the first month? Fuck, even five hundred dollars was chump change compared to the money they rolled in. Of course, they tried their best to adjust her to the semi-rich life but that high society and debutante parties were nightmares to her. Instead, she used her brains instead of the rich family to get into to get ahead.&nbsp; <br><br>"Shah you want your special?," Lee called out, over the thrum of customers gathering to get their bowl of calm chowder and seafood. Nodding her head, patiently, Shaw waited to receive her tray of grilled shrimp and chicken caesar salad. Even her dieting was a bit off to what most though MCers should be having. Yes, she had the usual beer and burgers but to keep herself from hung over or regretting the bag of chips she had with the SAFSOA, she had to make sure she was not dying of no damn cholesterol or diabetes. Shaw rather die of a bullet to her heart than to be fucking done in by kidney stones because she could not pick up a fucking salad once in a while. <br><br>Speaking of food, she wondered where the hell the meatheads she was supposed to meet up with? She should amend her thinking them not as meatheads because ultimately the two men she was supposed to come into contact with are memeber of SAMCRO. Shaw knew the fucking pecking order but even then it was easy enough to set up a trap to try and get her. She knew the 09er chapter in Oakland was trying to come into San Fran to deal business. As if she was going to let those motherfucking assholes get in on the business she helped to build up.&nbsp; <br><br>San Fran was known not only for its attractions but the gay, lesbian, bisexual and transgender community. SAFSOA had their hands in using a few of the&nbsp; organizations to front a few money laundering businesses, while making it seems as if SAFSOA was merely helping out the community. Oh, SAF was helping out, San Fran was their baby and like a baby it was doted on. Still, the prostitution, underground gambling, illegal identification and arms dealing helped. The prostitution was nothing more than the usual Dominatrix charging her clients an exorbant amount of money and SAFSOA getting a cut to protect the Domme and get the word out about her experience. Fuck, as if Shaw would condone whoring out females to other people. Fuck no, she was known for whoring out rent boys or hustlers to high class business men but she was always there to watch her whore's back. <br><br>Speaking of little whores, hearing the soft whining coming four feet down from her. "You want some?," she asked the little addition which would be coming with her to Charming. Blank, well called it blank because it was not her puggle to name glanced up at her eyeing the chicken pieces in her salad. Of course, the little guy needed some food and she had it for him in the leather messenger bag she had. Blank was a puggle, part pug and beagle to be given to SAMCRO as a present for the new baby she heard Jax had. She never met Jax because she was mostly out in the field handling the various businesses in San Fran and managed to miss the semi-montly meetings Jax had with the President to check up on things but heard he was a good man through and through. <br><br>After hearing of the baby's departure from the hospital to the home, a few of the MC got together to buy a first generation puggle for the little baby boy. She was the one who searched for a good breed to give to the kids, her SAFSOA family wanting to give the tyke a rabid looking mongrel. Nothing against mongrel because she was one but a baby did not need a werewolf to play with, it needed someone around its size which wouldn't bite him if the baby tugged on its ears. Blank would be perfect for the little guy and it hopefully would be an ice breaker to give her a chance to defend her right to take up sergeant at arms before throwing her out on her ass. She knew SOA accepted all races into the club but even females had a fucking hard time to get in let alone become secure old ladies.<br><br>"Now where the fuck are these two?," she muttered beneath her breath as she fed Blank a bottle of water for the guy. The puggle was still being weaned off of the milk after being only eight weeks and could digest food but better to be safe than sorry. The little runt suckled at the teet of the baby bottle and soon received a few pieces of puppy food for its effort. Might look a bit weird coddling a puggle but since this dog was going to SAMCRO, it had to be given with much love and appreciation for the SAMCRO chapter. Would not be right at all to give them a skinny ass puppy that shat all over the fucking place. Good thing she paper trained the little fucker too.&nbsp; <br><br>Still, it would not help if the guys could not find her. She was wearing a SOA bandana to identify herself as well as her usual SOA leather jacket but she downplayed her involvement by using her femininity to fool people around her into thinking she was merely an old lady wearing her man's jacket. Nope, the guys knew to find her where there was a huge crab sign above her and went by the name Shaw. Though she wondered if they knew to look for the female with the red curly locks with a LGBT flag hanging out of the back pocket of her dark jeans. She had love for the community, even a few members of SAFSOA swung for the other team and she had no problem with them. In fact, they even helped her in giving make up tips. Now if only she could find a member in this throng of people it would be no fucking problem. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>04-02-2009, 05:36:55</strong>
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				<strong>“By that crab shack up ahead Jax. That’s where we’re meant to meet him”</strong><br><br>Jax shook his head before lighting another cigerete. Yeah smoking killed, but so did most of the other stuff Jax did, and chaining was just a part of his life now. Especially when he felt a little out of place. It’s not that he didn’t like San Fran. It wasn’t a bad city all considered, and SAFSOA had done a good job here, but right now he justed wanted to be back in Charming, sorting out his life there, not sitting here in a crowd of tourists.<br><br>The pair began to make their move through the crowd, their grim looks and appearance making it an easy process, parents moving their kids away. SAFSOA may be well established here, but to the tourist coming to show their family the sites they were still and object of fear. People were scared of the freedom they represented, not being tied down to a 9-5 or any such other concept.<br><br>As they got nearer to the shack Jax caught a flash of a SOA jacket between the crowd. Perhaps this was there man… a theory quickly disproved when he saw the red locks tied back by a bandanna. He tapped Half-Sac on the shoulder and pointed her out.<br><br><strong>“Looks like we’ve found our guy’s old lady.”<br><br>“Or just a mama. Where you think the guy is?”<br><br>“Pissing. Come on, let’s get this over with and get back to Charming.”</strong><br><br>The pair approached her, pushing through the bustle until they were directly opposite her. Jax glanced up and down her for a second before raising his head in a greeting.<br><br><strong>“Alright. You know where Shah is?”&nbsp; </strong> <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>04-02-2009, 05:47:26</strong>
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				Her eyes took in the lovely which was San Francisco. Fucking hell, she could never get enough of her own old man. Shaw breathed, lived, danced, laughed, fought, and hell, would even fuck the population of San Francisco to show her appreciation but since she knew when to draw the line on relationships, it was left out of the picture. Relationships were nice but not a lasting thing in SAFSOA. Bitches and manwhores came and went but SAFSOA was her life. Although the two men walking through the throng of tourists towards her might change her mind. She was a full-blooded female after all. The pip squeak she noticed eyed a group of females who in turn glanced back to whistle and holler for the little one to show them his ass. Oh, if the little pip knew those ladies were beautiful men in drag. It took a while to distinguish who was straight and who was truly the sex they were born with. For new people to San Fran, it was a shock to the system. "“Alright. You know where Shah is?", the second SOA member asked her.&nbsp; <br><br>Did she think Shah was her old man? Glancing around, she made sure this guy was talking to her straight or trying to jerk her around. "Last I heard of my former old lady, she succumbed to AIDS and is dead. I was at least in peace to hear that she died peacefully and the doctor did everything they could to make her end much better but I have not had an old lady or man in a while," she answered, narrowing her eyes at him. Did he really think she was another old lady? He must have seen her mug shot and the various photographs Daddy D sent to their intelligience officer to verify who she was when she met up with the members in San Francisco. Unless Daddy D forgot like he usually did when it came to the internet. She told the President to leave it to their tech guy to send stuff but no Daddy D thought the internet was easy for him to get around. The man was an old cook but she loved the old cook like he was her own father.&nbsp; <br><br>Still holding Blank in her arms, she wondered if these two were truly out of the loop when it came to who she was. "You must be looking for Shah and Shah is sitting right in front of you with the puggle for Jax's new baby. No name for the dog since it is going to the baby but calling it Blank for now," she answered as she wiped her hand of Blank's mint smelling shampoo on her jeans before she stuck it out to shake their hands in greeting. The smaller one came forward to shake her hand but it was his jaw dropping that confirmed he had no clue Shah was short for Shaharazad, as in a female name. Though it seemed the bigger one, Mr. Blonde as she called him in her head might not be up to her being a member with breasts and a cunt. Well, hopefully he would get over it soon enough because she would show him that she was not merely an old lady to play with but an actual SAFSOA who deserved to take up the new position. <br><br>"Come on, I'll buy you two a basket of crabs and lobster, I know the owner," she commented, nodding her head towards the Crab Shack. "Even throw in a couple of beers if your Prospect will stop eyeing my breasts, they are real you know," she added sweetly. She knew what she looked like. Many people told her she could be a high class hooker or even a famous pornstar if she wanted to be. However, taking it up the ass was not fun and she rather be the one on top than being spanked around. Though she might be a pixie for her size, standing at only five foot three inches, it was the quote to never take underestimate even the smallest people or judge a book by its cover which showed the SAFSOA she was serious about being a member. Dressed in dark jeans, black layered tank top, scarf before of the cooler weather in San Francisco, leather jacket and black wedged heels, she looked like any other old lady waiting to sit on her man's bike to be a pretty accessory. Not for her, she rather have her old man or old lady riding bitch.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>04-02-2009, 06:07:49</strong>
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				<strong>“You have got to be fucking kidding me.”</strong><br><br>This?<br><br>This?<br><br>This… well “she” but that was just as bad… was meant to be the new Seargent at Arms? A bitch?<br><br>It wasn’t that Jax didn’t like women. Hell, there were two in his life that constantly seemed to mess things up for him, and he’d only put up with that if he liked women. There were a whole bunch of crow-eaters back at Charming who could attest he liked women. But a woman being a member of the gang, let alone a Sargeant at Arms? Now that just wasn’t on. Seriously, what the fuck happened to SAFSOA? They seemed solid from what he’d heard and now they were putting some bint out there. <br><br><strong>“Seriously, is this SAFSOA’s idea of a joke. We take you serious, then the real Shah pops out and mentions the fact that you’ve got a penis like the “girls” out there?”<br><br>“Like the girls out…?”<br><br>“They had cocks Prospect… it’s San Fran”<br><br>“Fuck!”</strong><br><br>Jax shook his head, taking another deep breath from his smoke before discarding it, his face almost chuckling at the gorwing realisation that this was all a set up and as soon as they sat down for a beer and some crab the real Shah would jump out, pay this hooker or old lady or whatever to go back to what she did, grab his jacket and bandanna back and get down to buisness. But he couldn’t be bothered. It was hot, it had been a long day, and he just wanted to head back to Charming.<br><br><strong>“Seriously, lady, whoever you are, just get fucking Shah out here so we can get this over with.”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>04-02-2009, 06:24:29</strong>
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				Was he fucking with her?<br><br>He had to be fucking with her.<br><br>There had to be someone fucking with her. <br><br>"No, I am not fucking kidding you," she replied with a roll of her eyes at him. Wow, now she knew why Daddy D warned her to bring her pieces with her including her steel baton. These guys were still in the time of women only being good to suck their dick or cover their asses. Never to actually hold up a fucking job in the clubs. Well, she would show them and show them up well. Shah was not going to let this bastard walk all over her though her eyes noticed the patch that said VP on it. Aye, he was Jax Teller but this was not going to redeem him for calling out SAFSOA fucking with him on something important.<br><br>Fuck this. <br>As if I need this shit.<br>He can fuck himself.<br><br>This is what she thought as she made up her mind. Standing up, she sighed knowing this was not going to work. She would ask to reschedule this meeting and send someone else to pick her up. If he was going to start shit than she rather go down to Charming with Daddy D. At least he would not be giving her a dirty look as if she was the scum of the earth. "Look, I am getting out of your hair and calling Daddy D to reschedule this fucking meeting. You were all given word that I am all true female and yet seems you cannot take the fact a female is helping out SAFSOA and SAMCRO. I am trying to polite but if you think this is a joke to someone I would tell them to fuck off but to you two, I say have a good day," she replied, taking Blank with her. No fucking way he was getting Blank if he was going to be an asshole about everything.
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				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>04-02-2009, 06:38:23</strong>
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				<strong>"You're actually serious?"</strong><br><br>Ok, so this wasn't a joke. This "Shah" actually was the new Sergeant at Arms... they were actually going to have a woman in the gang, and not just as some arm candy. Jesus. He turned to Half-Sack.<br><br><strong>"You could have fucking said she was a woman Prospect."<br><br>"But..."</strong><br><br>Jax silenced him with a glance before turning back to Shah as she got up and looked in the process of leaving. He leaned in briefly to Half-sac, whispering in his ear.<br><br><strong>"See, this is why you don't include a broad. First sign of trouble and she just wants to fuck off and start crying."</strong><br><br>That said, he wasn't going to have a wasted trip. No chance. He'd come all the way here and the fuck he was just going to travel all the way fucking back again with nothing to show for it but some proof that SAFSOA were taking far too many drugs. They may as well do this testing... she'd flunk out anyway, and then they could get back to Daddy D and tell him to sort himself out. He turned back to Shah, tapping her on the shoulder.<br><br><strong>"Listen, we got off too a bad start. No-one told us it was a woman going for the job. Let's sit down, have that crab and lobster and talk this out. I'm Jax, this runt is Half-Sac."</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>04-02-2009, 06:50:12</strong>
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				"She is not crying Jax, she is just angry," the Prospect let slip out, covering her mouth as he tried to apologize. <br><br>Oh. So this little fucker thought she was going to go off and cry now. Pivoting on her heel, Shah shrugged Jax's hand off of her. She was ready to burn someone down. This fucker had the guts to think she was going to cry a boadload of motherfucking tears over this shit. Yes, she was angry but not going to waste her tears on this piece of shit. He could go fuck himself, she thought. She was not going to take it no matter he was the vice president of SAMCRO. <br><br>"Listen we did get off at a bad start but it goes to show that you obviously are not open to change. While you might think I am some bitch who cries and pouts which is the complete opposite, I am bringing in revenue for SAFSOA and paying my fucking dues. Now either respect goes both ways or you can take your ass back to Charming and I will deal with this shit storm with Daddy D," she explained in the best icy tone she could bring out with this asshole. He had no right whatsoever when SAFSOA was bringing in money for the club and taking care of the 09ers. <br><br>Taking a deep breath, she slapped on a smile and glared at him. She might have fucked herself out of being official Sergeant-at-arms but Shah could still take up the position behind the scenes. Shah did it already and she would keep doing it no matter what this sexist bastard had to say. "Really thought having heard the good stuff from the lovely Jax Teller he would be open to seeing some changes but seems a female is only good for fucking or sucking. Have a good day you two," she bit out as she left a card to have them call Daddy D if someone can send someone more open for this job.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>04-02-2009, 07:06:20</strong>
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				The look that Jax fixed the prospect with was pure hatred and ice, a look that could fell giants and freeze hell itself. At least the bastard had the good graces to look like he’d just shot his own mother, not that it was enough to stop the slap Jax fully intended to give him later. Back he turned to Shah.<br><br><strong>“What you’re doing now is just crying and pouting. Some big bad men can’t take you serious because you’re a girl and what you want to do is fuck your chances to get known as the first female Sergeant at Arms and go stomping off back to your comfort zone. Sure there’s no tears, fuck you’re probably thinking about punching someone or smashing something, but it’s the same thing. Now, I respect the SAFSOA, and from all I’ve heard they’re legit and doing a good job, so for you to even be thought of as their new Sergeant at Arms means either Daddy D is smoking some serious drugs or you’re actually one tough crazy bitch.<br><br>But if you’re walking away right now, then I’m going to have to put it down to it just being some serious drugs. Because a real Sergeant at Arms doesn’t fuck off if people don’t take them seriously or if they feel they’ve been insulted. They prove them fucking wrong. So, you can walk away, get angry, get upset, bitch about how unfair the world is and how sexist we are, or you can settle down and we can sort out if you’ve got more too you than just having some tits that look beautiful in a jacket.”</strong><br><br>He’d play relatively nice for a bit. And he wasn’t lying, she did have a beautiful set of tits and the biker look certainly didn’t harm things. Either she’d give up at this hurdle, which means she’d be a shit Sergeant at Arms or she’d come along and flunk out along the way. Seriously, it’s not like a broad could actually be any good at this shit.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>04-02-2009, 15:41:38</strong>
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				Shah laughed because all of this had to be a dream. Everyword that came out of Jax's mouth sounded exactly like Daddy D's when he wanted to teach a Prospect a lesson. Even said those words to her well with a few more 'fuck's and 'bitch's' thrown in. Settling herself back in the seat, she crossed her legs and smiled. "Are you sure Daddy D is not around to whisper these things in your ear?," she asked, scratching Blank's neck and back. He did a little yipping sound before she settled him dog with a dog biscuit.<br><br>Stretching her arms, she shook her head at the thought of Daddy D smoking anything. Sure, she smoked meat but any of the drugs was not for him. Same for a few of the club members but living in San Francisco where there were a lot of vices, it was easy to fall into the scene. The last Sergeant-at-arms had fallen for the lovely poison of H. Somehow it was not a surprised but since the Sergeant had been showing her the ropes, she knew one of those days he would keel over and leave it to her. <br><br>"Drugs are not my thing, hate to see anything coked out of their mind and driving. Seen it happen too many times," she replied, tisking at the thougth there were idiots drinking and driving. On the lovely freeway to enter into and to leave out of San Fran, she had seen a few accidents, even suicides. The suicides happened to those who threw themselves off of the Golden Gate Bridge into the cold water. If the height did not kill them it usually was the cold water or the drowning as a result of the injuries sustained from the fall. <br><br>Glancing down at her breasts, she checked them out a bit. Even heard a few heard a few whistles from the regulars around the Wharf. She smiled up and waved at them befor elooking back. "Thanks, real and all mine. However in San Fran you can never be too sure," she commented, nodding them to a few females who kept passing by the table to check out the two men. The ladies' who were beautiful men in drag whistled at Jax, asking him if he was interested. Shah held up a finger to give her a second before she turned her head to glance over the ladies. "Sorry girls, wrong men to pick, how about the tourists and do not forget the money," she commented, snapping her fingers before she turned back towards Jax and Prospect. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>04-02-2009, 17:53:27</strong>
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				Jax pulled a chair across to sit opposite Shah, the back towards her, sitting astride it, making no move to either offer or encourage Half-Sack to sit down, leaving the Prospect standing there, still looking shame-faced from his earlier outburst. Jax eyed the woman opposite, for once not merely ogling her physical looks. She seemed to have calmed down remarkably quickly for someone who a few moments ago had come close to throwing this all away. That either showed a remarkably ability to react to whatever shit came her way or the fact she was mentally unhinged. Or on drugs. Jax still thought there was a good chance it could turn out the whole of SAFSOA were smacked out their minds.<br><br>He pretty much ignored her first question, then her second and her last statement. He’d seen Prospect’s eyes darting around the “ladies” in question and since being informed many of them were chicks with dicks he could tell his mind was trying to work out exactly what each one had going on downstairs. Jax could care less. He just wanted to get this over with. He fished yet another cigarette out of the pack, lighting it up, an evil glance at a tourist who pointedly coughed, sending them hurrying away twittering about that “nasty, nasty young man”, blowing a big ring of smoke in their general direction before turning back,<br><br><strong>“Let’s lay it on the table Shah. I don’t want to stay round here longer than I have to, and you don’t want to have to stay in Charming any longer than you have to. So, lets grab a beer here, you can tell me all about Blank over here, and then we can haul ass back and get this over with.”</strong><br><br>He turned round to glance at Half-Sack.<br><br><strong>“Two beers Prospect. Make them quick.”&nbsp; </strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>04-02-2009, 20:42:51</strong>
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				Aye, how beautiful he was sitting astride the damn chair and glancing at her as if she was the lowest of the low. Something she had seen plenty of times as she proved herself time and time again in SAFSOA. Not like she had faced a lot of obstacles in order to get her to this point. Jax was just another cute motherfucker who ended up being an ugly asshole. To her, beauty was in the eye of the beholder especially in San Fran. Take a look at the Prospect who still could not believe the women Shah referred to were chicks with dicks. Amusing to see that nowadays what with everyone practically undershocked with sexual content. To see the Prospect blushing and making a fool of himself brought a smile to her face. <br><br>Not only did the Prospect naiveness amuse her but the fact Jax ignored every statement she made and who wanted to get this over with caught her attention. Shah was fine with not having a pleasant conversation about the weather and what the prediction of a few boxing games were. This was not a tea and scones lunch in the Dolores Park. This was straight and out making sure her business was settled before taking on Sergeant-At-Arms. Shah had needed to calm herself down and she had but it took to reciting a few lyrics of her favorite song to bring her back down to settle this out with Jax. <br><br>"I am good with what you are saying," she replied, reaching into her leather jacket to remove a few papers. "Here, this is the rest of the completed information about what I have done for SAFSOA and plans of what I want to do in the future." There in plain black and white were the things she had done for the past decade and some change. Shah would continue to be there for her club and for the original chapter but it all came with a price. Relationships suffered and she was fine with that. A dick in her bed was fine and even a twat was not bad but to keep them around and put faces and voices to them was not her thing. Relationships made people do stupid things, take a look at Romeo and Juliet. Those idiots killed themselves over love and not before ruining both of their families' name. That was not for her and she had made it clear to herself to stick to it.<br><br>Blank squirmed in her arms to make his presence known once more. She knew what had to happen but she doubted Jax would take the dog and even more not to think it was a ploy to get in his good grace. "The dog is named Blank for now until the owner gives it a name. It is a gift from SAFSOA to a one, Mr. Jax Teller. Since you are him, you can either accept it or not take it guessing you are not up to gift-giving at the moment," she answered, looking Jax over before turning back to Blank. The way Jax was smoking a new cigarette every few seconds, she doubt he could take care of a dog on top of his son, Abel. She was all ready to make Blank her own dog the second he would start in on telling her to take the gift and shove it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>05-02-2009, 03:56:03</strong>
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				Jax accepted the papers, briefly scanning over them. What was written on here was a good CV no doubt. She’d done a lot, and he wasn’t afraid to admit (to himself) that some of her ideas weren’t that bad either. But there was a great difference between sticking some stuff on paper and actually being able to do it in real life. That’s why they were going to bring this bitch down to Charming… see if she was all hype or actually had some talents. He had no doubt what the rest down in Charming would think her “talents” were, and as of right now he wasn’t certain he disagreed with them.<br><br>As she mentioned the dog and it being a gift a strange transformation happened. His face lit up, a smile breaking on the previously grim visage. It made him look slightly younger, more boyish, almost radiant. He stubbed out the cigarette, before reaching out to take the dog, “Blank” from her, his touch surprisingly soft and caring. A slight flash as his features changed for a moment, a look of consternation.<br><br><strong>“He’s not going to shit everywhere is he?”</strong><br><br>That said, he turned back round to Prospect who was currently desperately trying to get some beers, still all aflutter by his surroundings. The guy had been to Iraq, lost a ball and was one of the nastiest motherfuckers in the world if you got in a fist fight with him… but he was still struggling to deal with the fact that there were trannys around. A traumatic night out with the military maybe? <br><br><strong>“Where those beers Prospect?”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>05-02-2009, 04:57:54</strong>
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				Shah watched him scan through the papers. It listed everything she had done and would do for the San Fran and the SAMCRO chapter. With regards to SAMCRO it talked about the dues and the more money to be filtered in to help out with the reconstruction of the building which had gone up in flames. In this game, it was like the army of never asking and never telling. With SAMCRO, the original, Shah knew it had a country full of secrets and not one of them she hoped did not involve her. Secrets were her life but not about to divulge it to this motherfucker sitting across from her.&nbsp; <br><br>This male was amusing her more and more by the minute. She was all waiting for him to tell her to take the dog because he did not need any of her gifts. Even waited for him to go on a tirade on females' giving gifts to try and get out of trouble. All of this she waited for him to say and when he did not, she smirked and sat back in her chair. At least he had put out his cigarette before taking Blank from her arms. He was actually looking at the dog as if it was his own babe but she guessed anything cute and fluffy could break down any male. Plus from having heard he was a father to a baby boy who this dog was for might make him more easier to handle now.<br><br>"Hell no, got him trained to go eithr in the backyard or on paper. If you noticed he has managed to keep himself from pissing or shitting everywhere like most dogs," she answered, eyeing Blank as he wagged his tail and started to sniff Jax's clothing. A few seconds later, the dog sneezed a few times, indicating it might not like Jax's habit of lighting up. Even animals had allergies to whatever humans had or used on themselves. Smirking, she reached into her book bag to remove a black leash, sliding it over to Jax. He would need it to clip onto the puggle's collar and control him from running out into the street. A curious little bastard Blank was when it came to getting to know everything around this strange world to a four-legged creature. <br><br>This was going to take longer getting a beer than it took finding a straight man in San Fran. "Hold on," she replied, putting her fingers in her mouth and soundly whistling. Another whistle was sounded and she smiled to hear a beer cart rolling on by. Mmm, beer on four wheels, she enjoyed. "Sal, Jax, Jax, Sal. Sal, three beers," she ordered, handing over the cash to pay for the lovely drinks and receive the amber liquids in return. Things in San Francisco was much easier when one was a resident of it and knew the in's and out's to getting things done. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>05-02-2009, 05:32:28</strong>
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				Jax chuckled as Blank sniffed and then sneezed. The little bastard was adorable and even better if he didn’t need to be housetrained. He stroked the dog’s head briefly, before taking the leash and snapping it on. He took the offered beer, smiling his thanks, before leaning back round to call back over Prospect, offering him the remaining beer and saving him from the mass of humanity whirling around him. He took a sip, a slight sigh as he swallowed. There were few things better after a long day than a beer, and he took what enjoyment he could from it. He continued to pet Blank as he looked back up to regard Shah.<br><br><strong>“So, I’ve always wondered about SAFSOA. How many of the men here are actually straight, and don’t look like those ladies who have been fucking with Prospect’s mind over there?”</strong><br><br>Another sip, another swallow, eyes briefly looking over the crowd. Shah was hiding secrets, no doubt about it. Hell, through who-evers fuck up it had been a secret she was actually a bitch, not a man.<br><br><strong>“So, tell me about yourself. Stuff that’s not going to come out from these notes or other shit. Some stuff that’ll surprise me.”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>05-02-2009, 06:19:39</strong>
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				Aye, he wanted to know more about SAFSOA to which might put the chapter in danger if it got back to SAMCRO. What should she tell him? Nah, it would not be wise to inform him there were a few cross dressers, transgenders, women, and homo/bi/trisexual members in the club. Now when she meant a few, it was more like only twenty percent were straight men. Even then she wondered about a few of the men's sexuality in the club but she left them be for the moment. "If you are talking about San Francisco, well, it holds every type of sexuality and personality. However if you are talking about SAFSOA in general, I do not see why you want to know about other people's sexuality who are not here to defend themselves. If I am going to ask questions, I ask them and not me," she explained, holding her hands out. One thing she valued was not bad mouthing someone unless there was reasons to do it. <br><br>Stretching her arms above her head, she went back to take another swig of her beer. "You can ask the rest of the members but I will give you all you want to know on myself. Who knows you better than yourself? Something I read in a philosophy book I got for Christmas," she commented. Well, time to give him the low down on what made Shah O'Hara, tick, lick, stick and kick in everything. She let him know that she had no clue who her parents were. Being left on the steps of a hospital could make a female wonder if she was left there because of neglicence or out of the goodness of her mother's heart. She doubted it was the latter but she could not blame her absent mother for that. Shah let him Jax know she was part of a middle class family who supported her in what she wanted to do. "Hippies my adopted parents are and before you go thinking I am smoking the ganja or the hash, I do not do drugs. Ever. Maybe alcohol and a black smoke but I do not touch the nasty crap." Why murder herself with those poisons when she rather go out in her own way. Rather head out on a motorcycle down to hell than die of an overdose.<br><br>"I hold a degree in literature and history. Yes, two degrees I did not buy but worked for," she commented, smiling at the thought of being able to grab ahold of a new book. She ordered a few online and hoped to have them at her house when she got back from Charming. Chucky, of course would be on the look out for the mail man and her packages. That was one of the things Daddy D found interesting that a female enjoyed reading and not because it was to learn the new rules or updated guidelines. Even it added to one of her nicknames she went by, "I go by Reading Rainbow, do not laugh because my other nickname is Dead on Arrival because those who cross me end up DOA at the hospital or when I get rid of them by hand," she replied, giving him a smile before she finished her bottle, waiting to see if he had anymore questions.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>05-02-2009, 18:43:47</strong>
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				Jax laughed at “Reading Rainbow” even after she asked him not to. How the fuck couldn’t me? The new Sergeant at Arms being the feared “Reading Rainbow”? He could already imagine what the fuck would happen if they tried that back in Charming. The Nords would spend the next 6 months laughing their asses off. Not that he could imagine a female SaA rocking out in Charming to begin with. That said, he couldn’t fault her for telling him things about herself. The fucking Reading Rainbow. Jesus, what the fuck was going on here? Dead on Arrival may not have been original, but at least it had balls. Like the women around… unlike her. Jesus, the fucking Reading Rainbow. She was going to flake out. There was no fucking way someone called the Reading Rainbow wouldn’t flake out. God damn they were going to have to keep that nickname quiet.<br><br>She wasn’t giving much up about SAFSOA. That was both good and bad. Good in that she shouldn’t be grassing up about her chapter, bad in that she was getting a review here, and it’s not likely she’s going to exactly scream her competence and suitability to the SoA if she clams up every time they start chatting to her about life back in San Fran. He didn’t really care if half the members in San Fran sucked dick to keep themselves happy. If the money came in and the rep stayed tight it didn’t matter. It was if the money or the rep started drying up then there’d be questions. He finished his beer as she spoke. He still wanted to get out of here and back to Charming, back to the streets he knew and where Prospect was less likely to wake up from a night of passion with a sore asshole.<br><br><strong>“Let’s walk and talk. Come on Prospect. Come on Blank.”</strong><br><br>He put the little dog down, keeping a grip on the leash to stop him scampering away. Half-Sack, with most of his beer still left, gave another frustrated look before following after. Jax strolled, as much as he ever strolled, back to the car, watching how Blank reacted to the crowds, still talking to Shah.<br><br><strong>“So tell me how the fuck the adopted kid of rich hippy parents with two degrees ends up joining the SAFSOA? Our types and hippies aren’t exactly the closest… Altamont and some drugged up Angels saw to that.”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>05-02-2009, 19:10:51</strong>
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				Oh, he was not on her shit list. Forget about him being a cute motherfucker. Now he was nothing but a means to an end. Shah kept telling herself to keep her temper in check because murdering him would cost a lot more than a new pair of clothes if she got rid of him. He was Clay's step-son and vice-president of Redwood Original chapter. If she knocked him off, all hell would break loose. Still, there was nothing against fantasizing his death and how to go about it. "I hope you know that is a nickname that is used in our chapter as a teasing factor, Jax. Not a nickname I go by when I go on runs and shit," she answered, disgusted a bit with how close-minded he was. This fucker could barely even take the fact she was a female and now he was going to be someone to keep an eye on when he started in on at her back at Charming.<br><br>"Look, I know you have a problem with me because I have a cunt instead of balls and a dick but let us get things straight. If I was not interested in SAFSOA and SAMCRO I would have still been a SAFSOA hang around, an old lady, or take on the adopted family business of running a hookah bar but I am not for that. I am all about SoA and even if you make fun of a nickname that only close friends tease me about but never use on runs or dealing with business I am going to shrug it off," she said her peace and continued to walk with him. He could talk shit about her all he liked to her it was because there was something he knew was right about her that he could not handle it. Someone who bitched and complained about a person usually had an underlying like of that person. She had seen it before and admitted that she had been guilty of disliking someone only to admit she had an begrudding admiration for them.<br><br>However with Jax, there was no like nor admiration. Mostly it was disgust and pity on him. He might be willing to let her say what needed to be said but overall, she doubt he would welcome her with open arms. It was fine with her because she was not in need of anymore friends and buddies. She had her group of friends to have her back and if things went down, she knew who to call. Jax would not be on her speed dial anytime soon, Shah was sure of that. The man asked too many questions but she was fine with answering them to a certain degree. With regards to her adoptive parents, she was fine with talking about it.<br><br>Smiling, she thought of her parents, Margaret and Henry, both happily married and proud hippies. Her adoptive father after having used much of the lovely Mary Jane had found it hard to impregnant Margaret. When the doctors revealed that he had a low sperm count because of the marijuana consumption, the pair agreed to adopt. She was the lucky one to become adopted and had support of the lifestyle she was in because she supported their lifestyle back. "They are not rich, middle class because they sell hookah's, pipes, Mary Jane, etc. Hippies who still believe in peace and love and I was taught to think outside of the usual nine to five jobs. I hung around with a few SAFSOA few hang-around's who became full members like Chucky, you have met him I think," she commented, stretching and taking in the San Fran sun. Shah explained how she let her parents know she was interested in going to SAFSOA because she wanted to do something for the community other than sell hookah or become a go-go dancers. "It is a long story which I know your ass would roll your eyes at and wish it was over so just saying that I got the degrees in between being a hang around and prospect in case I was not chosen but I never doubted I wouldn't."
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>06-02-2009, 06:50:50</strong>
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				<strong>“I fucking well hope it’s not the name you use when you go on runs. The fucking Reading Rainbow riding with the Sons of Anarchy, ready to raise some shit.”</strong><br><br>Jax chuckled again as he spoke. Of course he never thought she went riding out, fully emblazoned with “Reading Rainbow”, a ghetto blaster sat on the back of her hog pumping out “Reading Rainbow is my Name”. It was a fucking outrageous image. So it could be said that he was teasing her now, though doubtless she’d not take it as well as if it came from one of her friends. Fuck her. If she couldn’t take some fucking banter without getting all defensive again then it was just even more likely that she’d flake within days… fuck that, minutes of getting to Charming. He listened to the rest of her piece before replying, his voice considered, but still with it’s standard twang.<br><br><strong>“Do I have a problem because you’ve got a cunt? Maybe. I’m not quite sure yet. It was a fucking shock though. None of us had any idea you took it rather than gave, and, let’s be quite fucking frank, you don’t exactly hear of many bitches riding in a gang, let alone being put forward as the Sergeant at fucking Arms. And for all you say about you’re just going to shrug this shit off, you seem to be spending a lot of time explaining yourself about it. And from the look in your pretty little eyes, you’re fucking hating on me right now.”</strong><br><br>The trio got to the car, Jax pulling gently on the lead as Blank looked like he was about to run out and hump the exhaust pipe of a passing car.<br><br><strong>“Prospect, you drive.”</strong><br><br>Jax pulled open the back passenger door for Shah, not waiting for her to get in, before jumping in the front himself, picking up Blank and placing the pup on his lap, stroking his head tenderly.<br><br><strong>“It’s a fair old fucking drive back, and all Prospect over here is going to talk about is whether I’m sure that all those girls actually had dicks, or whether I was just fucking with him, and, quite frankly, I’m not in the mood. So, tell me the whole story.” </strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>06-02-2009, 07:41:26</strong>
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				"There are a lot more of us cunt taking bitches out in the other chapters. Could be that you are not opening up to the fact that we can do something other than suck a dick. Not to say I cannot suck a dick like the best of them but if I had to choose between being Sergeant-At-Arms and having a dick in my cunt, rather be Sergeant than suck a dick again. Yes, I admit I do not like you and so what if I want to explain myself? You ask me shit and how can I not explain myself while you make assumptions about me? Even now, I bet you think I will flunk out or be laughed at for having a silly nickname that is not attached to SAFSOA," she answered, stopping herself from rolling her eyes at him. What a fucking joke he was. <br><br>Of course she was hating on him. He was hating on her and she did not take well to it. Nevertheless, she let her eyes glance back towards the Prospect. While Jax might be crossed off on her list of men to have a bit of fun, the Prospect was not that bad looking. Red hair and supple skin reminded her of Jerry, a feminized boyfriend she had a few months back. God, she missed Jerry but he had moved back to New York after he found out Shah could not committ fully to him and their relationships. There were times she missed him but knew it was for the best. Shah rather be single than drag someone along and have them hate her. Yes, she was a romantic but she never let the fucking sexist piece of meat Jax know that. Not about to give him more ammunition.<br><br>Sliding into the back passenger seat, she let Jax slam the door shut behind her. Good, better she did not have to see his ugly mug giving her dirty looks. Plus she could give him the finger while he held Blank and watched the lovely scenery slide by. She searched through her book bag and pulled out her journal. Another thing Shah was known for was writing and taking meticulous notes. Still, never did she write anything incriminating in case it fell into the wrong hands. She was not that fucking stupid to write shit she could get busted for. All of the names were given aliases and right now she had something to write about as she endured the drive with Jax in close proximity to her.<br><br><em>I cannot believe this. Somehow, things got twisted in knots that I cannot untie. Axel Rose has made me realize why I am bisexual. Men I can only take if they do not go into being assholes or sexist pigs. When that happens, I go towards the females until those bitches start becoming clingy and emotional. At this moment, Rose is making me contemplate in taking a one way ticket on the tuna boat. Who the hell acts that way? I only pray I never have to listen to the music ever again. Next time I even come across the infamous Rose in my house, I will throw his ass out. He holds nothing over me but tha tof which I have to handle for this month. Just like Aunt Flow, this fucker will come around only once a month. Thank Bob.</em><br><br>Shah continued to write before she finally realized Jax asked her to tell him the whole story. She remembered about not giving him the whole story about herself and how she managed to get here only the Cliff Notes version. "Hmm, well, ladies and gentleman let us start at the beginning. Shaharazad O'Hara was born in the year of 83 to an unknown mother. Left in front of the emergency room entrance with nothing but a soiled diaper and booties on my feet. I am a lovable mongrel bitch of Irish, Spanish and I French but don't quote me on that. Rumors are that I might be the illegitmate child of a dead Irish politician who killed himself by giving head to the end of a .357. Really do not know but who cares since he apparently did not," she made light of it as she continued to write her in her journal. Shah went onto explain how she was in a few foster homes, adopted by hippies and grew up in Haight and Ashbury district where she worked in her parents business to pay for college. Spent five years to get a double B.A in literature and history at the same time going as a Prospect. She did a shitload of things and she would continue doing it until she dropped dead.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>06-02-2009, 11:21:30</strong>
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				Jax chuckled again while continuing to pet Blank.<br><br><strong>“Shah, Gemma Teller Morrow is my mom. I know damn well that women can do more than suck a dick. And you can explain yourself all the fuck you want… but don’t say you’re going to shrug this all off before going into a speech about it all.”</strong><br><br>He contemplated having another cigarette but a quick glance at Blanks face and he decided he’d hold it for the moment. As adorable as the little guys face was when he sneezed, he didn’t want dog gunk all over him. Or maybe he even liked the little bastard.<br><br><strong>“And when it comes down to it babe, you’re worried about getting laughed at for having a silly nickname, attached to SAFSOA or not. Hell, I’d be worried about that nickname. That’s some pretty big balls you got evenadmitting it to me.”</strong><br><br>There was a hint of admiration in his voice at that. He wasn't lying... if h'd been called the "Charming Cockold" or some sit, he'd keep that to himsef. But women ey?<br><br>Jesus, women. Jax had more than enough trouble with them in his life. Be it the meth-head ex-wife of his or the fucking high school sweetheart. He could pick ‘em couldn’t he? He’d never had the best view of women, and who could really hold that against him? His mother was a, to steal the phrase, “magnificent cunt”… and she’d be proud of the name. She was the queen bitch and let everyone know. Then there was Wendy, who seemed to see him as her only way to get through the addiction.Tara, who he didn’t have a fucking clue about. And then there were the biker groupies, desperate to spread their legs for anyone with a biker jacket. Being young, high up in the group and dare he say, a fucking stud of a man, Jax could have fun with them whenever he wanted.<br><br>And then there was this new bitch.<br><br>God, he just wanted to get back to Charming so he could have another beer, shoot the shit with the boys and get this testing over. He gave her about 4 days and then she’d probably flunk. But hell, maybe she’d be top fucking notch. Would be nice to see.&nbsp; Hell, what would be funnier to see would be Trig looking over a rival Sergeant at Arms. He may not like the guy, but from what he’d heard Trig was looking to pick a fight at some stage… work out if the new guy was tough enough. Somehow he doubted if Trig… the one percent of the one percenters… would have fighting on his mind when he first saw Shah…&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>06-02-2009, 15:28:23</strong>
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				Shah had to clench her first in order to stop herself from reaching for the piano wire she had hidden in her book bag. She had another piece but piano wire was reserved for the special ones. The ones she wanted to make suffer a bit rather than shoot at. Seems Jax was making it on to her list permanently but she could wait it out. Men like him usually got their just desserts in the end. He might be a Casanova from what she heard but the bastard could barely keep those females in check. Hell, she heard about the meth addicted ex-wife who almost killed his baby boy. Jax sure knew how to pick the best lot of bitches and she bet he could not know a good female if the bitch shot him in the nuts. <br><br>Rubbing her temple, she wondered how much longer she had to deal with Jax. Once she arrived in Charming, she would be much more secure because with Jax's reaction to finding out she had a cunt, Shah could then assess how to go about it with the rest of the SAMCRO men. She could not believe she still had to put up with this sexist crap but once this week was over, she would be back in San Fran with a new position. Sergeant At Arms. Jax was another non-believer who would see that females like his mother not only could be hard ass bitches but hold rank in the various chapter clubs. For now, she would end her discussions with Jax and let the others find out for themselves who she was. He was a means to an end and one she could not wait to see end up dead.<br><br>Sounded a bit horrible to wish death on anyone but Jax was the prime person to ask any higher up to harm. Sure, he had bad luck with his kid but she had a feeling the kid would grow up thinking women were commodities rather than someone who could achieve a higher status than a biker groupie. She had nothing against biker groupies since that was how she started out but a few of those groupies painted the rest of the lot as whores. Well, nowadays the groupies were stupid bitches but back then, she and the rest of the groupies were thinking of plans once someone picked them. For her, she plotted to somehow secure herself in the club but it changed once she started to see how the groupies were treated and she changed tacticals. Here she was now dealing with a misogynist and a pipsqueak who continued to talk about how those men in drag were too beautiful to be men.<br><br>Shah glanced out the window ignoring the people in the van for the most part. Whatever happened in San Fran with Jax would prepare Shah for what was to come in Charming. She would keep a cool head about things and get ready to face down a few infamous men she heard about. The one she was informed to watch out for was Tig, Charming's own Sergeant-At-Arms. That fucker would bang anything if it had a hole and even he would carve out a hole if it did not have one to fuck into in the first place. Heard a few rumors that Tig even raped a few unwilling females who denied him the pleasure of being fucked. Certaintly, Shah would not be on his list of women to fuck. Even if Jax had not been an asshole, she kept herself in check on who to fuck and who not to fuck. Tig was number one because of his personality and because he would only want to fuck her and say Shah only slept with him to secure a vote. Shah was not low enough to do that but she bet a few of the men would assume that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>06-02-2009, 19:07:23</strong>
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				The journey back to Charming was long, hot, quiet and tense, the mutual dislike between Shah and Jax apparent in the air. The only respite was Blank, who seemingly had an endless number of facial expressions and a strange curiosity to see what would happen if he tried to jump out the window, seemingly oblivious to the hatred in the air.<br><br>Although to be fair, it was mainly one way hatred. Jax didn’t hate Shah. Hell, he didn’t even really dislike the bitch. Sure she was mouthy and pretty fucking opinionated, but that wasn’t all that shit. Throw in much is it was probably a defence mechanism. Shit, her whole official future was on the line here. Sure she could probably go back and keep doing shit behind the scene, but she’d never be the Sergeant at Arms, never have that recognition. That was some pressure there. Add in this was a group of people who had never met her before who were going to judge her. Not even people from the same background and place as her. There was a big difference between running a city and the huge area SAMCR ran. A difference between running a city and having to guarantee haulage and freight. And mother-fucking certainly a difference between a cosmopolitan city like San Fran and a small time town like Charming. Jax liked to think he generally kept his cool, but he’d be freaked if he needed to be checked out in San Fran.<br><br>Regardless, he didn’t hate or dislike her. He didn’t know her enough for that. She might even turn out to be hot shit. If she was competent, she was competent. If she wasn’t, she wasn’t. That’s the way this worked. And while he thought she’d flake out, it wouldn’t end his world if she made it. Fuck, it might even help. For too long the SoA had been stuck in the present, unable to grow or adapt. Acclaiming a woman SaA at a traditionalist heartland like Charming… that just speeded up the process of change.<br><br>The car pulled into the lot at the Teller-Morrow, Prospect parking it up, Jax jumping out, taking Blank with him, thumbing Prospect in the direction of the clubhouse, opening the door for Shah to get out of the car. As prospect wandered in he turned to woman, his voice dropping slightly.<br><br><strong>“Shah, listen. I know you think I’m bad, but some of the fuckers in there are even worse than me. Keep your eyes and ears open and don’t feel the need to snap back at everything they say. I’m not sure I really said it before, so thanks for Blank by the way… I’m sure Abel will love him.”</strong><br><br>With that said, he turned and pushed open the Club House door.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>06-02-2009, 19:32:38</strong>
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				Shah managed to keep herself from having to make any more comments or answer anything he had to say. He must have picked up on her need not to talk to him as he left her in peace to continue her writing. Every once in a while the Prospect asked her a few things that to him was amazing but to her was natural. Asked her if there were other women in the clubs or even a few gay men in the clubs. She took a few seconds to answer that and said there were female Prospects who were hoping to be given their full patches as well as gay men that prayed to be given a chance. SAFSOA gave chances to all different types of personalities and sexual orientations. As long as those new Prospects brought in revenue in the end it was fine with her.<br><br>Slowly, the scenery changed from cosmopolitan San Francisco to the urban cities and then to the small towns. With every mile being eaten up by the black van, she remembered the several things Daddy D informed her about. <em>Never show fear even if you think they want you to. Do not underestimate the females who do hang around SAMCRO, especially Gemma. Take your time in answering but never too long.</em> On and on went the list of facts to get a better clue of how to make her case win until she asked Daddy D if he wanted to come along to be a character witness. Daddy D shook his head and let her know that she was entering into the lion's den alone. <br><br>However, SAFSOA had given her weapons to use in the meeting in case any asked who would vouch with her. In her bookbag along with her other duffel bag full of clothes, there were several packets that the club put together to help her out. Each person had written as much as they liked about her character and what she had done for the San Fran chapter and SAMCRO. Even a few put their own patches on the line to vouch that Shah had the gift to bring a bit of change and adaption to the SoA chapters and benefit SAMCRO in the end. Yes, she can admit there were times she was a bit hot headed but the rest of her personality made up for it.<br><br>When the car pulled up, she finally looked up from her journal to take in the sight. Aye, just like San Fran's own clubhouse to be situated right in the area of an owned business. Mmm, interesting but she kept from rolling her eyes at Jax as he opened the door for her. Jumping out of the van, she removed her dark sunglasses where it had been in her hair back onto her face. Already her eyes noticed there were a few people peeking through the windows of the clubhouse. Even managed to hear someone cursing and a crash of something else. Ooh, someone was smart enough to see Jax had brought back a female wearing the SoA patches instead of a male who would not pop out of nowhere to relieve everyone of this prank.<br><br>Now Shah was a bit confused but kept it out of her face at hearing Jax's advice and his thanks. Still, it did not write him off in her book of being an asshole. Nevertheless, she nodded at Jax's help and let herself take in the environment once he opened the clubhoue door. The first thing she heard as she walked in through the door was Tig asking if Jax if the bitch in leather was really Shah. Aww, how beautiful this welcoming was, she thought sourly. The Prospect was smart enough to let everyone know before the two came in that in fact she was Shah and yes she was all female and not a transgender nor a paid hooker. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>06-02-2009, 19:50:54</strong>
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				<strong>“Yep Tig, the bitch in leather is Shah.”<br><br>“We sent you off to San Fran to get a Sergeant at Arms, and you come back with this slut and a dog. Aren’t you meant to be the smart one?”<br><br>“Fuck off Tig.”</strong><br><br>Jax had made his way to the side of the room, lighting up another smoke. He’d gone a whole journey without one, that was pretty shit hot for him. He drew the cancer in, looking over the group, who’s expressions ranged from disbelief, humour and in Tig’s case both, mixed with a healthy dose of lust. Beautiful.<br><br><strong>“Yep boys and girls, this is Shah, SAFSAO’s prospective Sergeant at Arms… the paper work’s all legit. As far as we know, she may be from San Fran, but she doesn’t have a cock. Sorry to disappoint you Juice. Shah, this is the gang… the nasty bastard is Tig our Sergeant at Arms, that’s Elvis, that’s Chibs, that fucker’s Opie. The rest should be around and coming in soon.”</strong><br><br>The boys were spread around, some at the bar, Juice at his desk wishing he’d got the paperwork a little bit more accurate, others playing pool.<br><br><strong>“I guess we wait for Clay to get here and then we get this shit properly going.” </strong> <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>06-02-2009, 20:30:39</strong>
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				Aww, she loved it when people called her bitch. Some females were offended by that term but to her she enjoyed the ancroym of '<strong>b</strong>abe <strong>i</strong>n <strong>t</strong>otal <strong>c</strong>harge of <strong>h</strong>erself'. To her, she was a a female in charge of herself and no one owned her. She detested feme covert and women being hidden by their husband's surnames. O'Hara was merely another alias she took up especially after wondering if her father had been the Irish politician O'Hara. Still, she had a few other surnames such as Crux, Hoya, Sanchez, O'Douglas, O'Donald, Shamus, and so forth. If she wrote down how many aliases she took on while working for SAFSOA it would be be a couple of pages.<br><br>Shah even bet Daddy D made sure to put all of her aliases and what she had done underneath those names to show she was able to adapt to different situations. Just because she lived in the jungle that was San Francisco did not means she could not morph into one of Charming's own residents. Give her a bottle of hair dye, change of clothes, remove a few piercings and make up to cover up a few tattoos and she could be a regular Mrs. Fucking Cleaver. <br><br>Jax's advice to watch and listen was effective as everyone in the club took a look at her. Felt more like she was being surrounded by Jackals and she was the zebra ready to either be eaten or escape their sharp teeth. Her eyes flickered towards Tig behind her sunglasses already finding someone else to use her piano wire on more than Jax. She heard horror stories about SAMCRO's own Sergeant at Arms. Even bet almost all of it was true but no one to confirm if he had done those things to a few females. Females were never harmed nor killed by any member and to do so usually one ended up dead or expelled forever from the chapter's club and every other club the person tries to join up with.<br><br>Her head nodded to everyone Jax called out. It was not until Jax talked about waiting for Clay did the infamous President of SAMCRO and step-father of Jax Teller stepped out of the meeting room. He had been in the clubhouse when the Prospect had informed everyone that Shah was in fact a female and not a male when Clay went into the meeting room to call up Daddy D. He had been angry to hear that Shah was a female and asked Daddy D if he was fucking with him. Daddy D let him know upfront about Shah with the paperwork and that there were no rules against letting a female take up rank so long as she was accepted. In San Fran, Shah was accepted but what about Charming? That was a question Clay wanted to answer as he told everyone to get their sorry asses into the meeting room to start this interrogation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>06-02-2009, 20:55:02</strong>
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				Jax stubbed the ciggerette out as Clay called for the meeting, taking care to divest himself of any electronics. He knew the rules for meetings. Glancing over he saw Blank looking around well… blankly. A slight smile broke on Jax’s face once more as he knelt down to pet the pup.<br><br><strong>“Sorry boy, this meeting isn’t for you.”</strong><br><br>He rubbed the head again, before looping the leash round to hold Blank in place. He didn’t really want to, but the last thing anyone wanted was for the little guy to accidentally smash the place up when exploring. That done he walked into the interrogation room, admiring the table for a brief second before taking his place. Hopefully he could take a slightly lesser role here, lesser than his position as VP should mean. Instead he’d watch and listen, talking only when really needed.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>06-02-2009, 21:12:11</strong>
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				She wanted to take Blank in with her but since he now belonged to Jax, she waved to the puggle and nodded for the Prospect to watch over him. Prospects were not allowed to stand in on meetings unless asked to do so. Half-Sack knew his place and the same went for Shah as she stood at the end of the table to let Clay stare her down. Every other member settled into their respective seats before turning to look at her. If it was even more clear how much her presence was fucking them up, it was their narrowed glances and set jaws. <br><br>There was a glimmer of hope as the one Jax called Opie glanced her over. His beard reminded her of Santa Claus but she would not mind one bit being a naughty female if she had a chance to sit on his lap. Preferably, both of them naked and doing a few things but fantasizing about it for now was doing wonders at the moment. At least while she fantasize, she could ignore Tig eyeing her as if he had no clue whether to fuck or to talk to her. She put money on it that he really would rather fuck her and then throw her out than to ask her questions about herself. <br><br>"Alright, now who the fuck thought you could be made for Sergeant?," Clay started in. <br><br>Oh this was going to be a pleasant conversation. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>06-02-2009, 21:26:39</strong>
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				Jax smiled slightly at the first question. If Shah had thought he was a dick, what the hell would she think now? It would be interesting to see how she'd hold up to the type of questioning the SoA would subject her to.<br><br>That said, he thought he'd caught a flash of her glancing at Opie... who was glancing at her just as much. Not with the naked lust and want that Tig showed, but with something similar. Good for him, even if she was just going to fuck him for a vote. The guy deserved a good fuck or three after what he'd been through, and Shah seemed like the sassy little bitch who could ride a man good. At least someone would get something out of all of this.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>06-02-2009, 21:38:53</strong>
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				Shah held her hands at her sides, not flexing or making them twitch. If she did any of that it would give them all an opportunity to question her loyalty and mindset. She knew all of these men were trying to find her Achilles' heel. Jax might have pissed her off but she would handle these men as if she was handling any other business deal. Keep herself calm, cool and collected. <br><br>"Daddy D along with the twenty-four other members in the San Francisco club, including the Vice-President, Treasurer, and former Sergeant at Arms," she explained, casually reaching inside of her jacket to pull out a bound, collated book. She slid it across the wood table, smiling as it slid over the carved emblem of the Reaper, its mascot for Sons of Anarchy. Slowly, she explained in the book there were pages upon pages of each of the member vouching for her along with a longer list of things she had done for almost a decade starting as a hang around to a full patch member. <br><br>Her eye caught Opie out of the corner of her eye and she held back a smile. He was easy on the eyes and his own eyes gave her what she needed to know. Opie had done time if the lines around his eyes and mouth gave any indication. He even had that hard look she had seen members of her own chapter had after coming out of prison. Daddy D mentioned the men had to put on faces as if each were going to war because there was a good chance someone would try to stab or fuck them against their will. Question was would she end up having to put on a war face to handle this lot?
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>07-02-2009, 08:02:57</strong>
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				Ok, time to ask a question. And it was a good one, one he’d actually spent a fair amount of time thinking about. He flicked through the book as it was passed round, quickly looking over the achievements. They were impressive, no doubt. But they were impressive in San Francisco <br><br><strong>“You want to be a Sergeant at Arms you’re going to have to deal with other Chapters. Other Chapters where the key business is very, very, very different to the way shit is run in San Fran. Different legitimate businesses, different law enforcement, different jobs to do, different problems. What makes you think you’ll be able to adapt and deal with that?”</strong><br><br>He watched her reaction carefully. Would she get angry at the suggestions about her competence? Would she stammer and throw out some generic shit about being a very flexible person… although Opie would no doubts love that. Or would she answer the question well. It was a challenge, but by rising to it, she’d show a lot.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>07-02-2009, 08:16:32</strong>
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				Oh, she loved these types of questions. The kind where giving a half ass one would not cut it but giving an overly impressive one was too cocky. Cocking her head to the side, she smiled at Jax. She knew he was trying to make sure SAMCRO voted in the right Sergeant at Arms for San Francisco. God only knew what they thought about the last one who overdosed but it had been for a good reason. <br><br>"Won't lie about morphing with a snap of my fingers. However, I do know that give a student the information given and throw that student to learn the ropes and he will learn more than forcing themselve to adapt. I go into a different legitimate business, law enforcement, jobs, etc, I will research backwards and forwards what I need to learn about the certain laws and if there are loopholes. If I have to, change my apperance so I won't stand out," she replied, pointing to her flaming red hair. She could change her hair color, eye color even lighten her skin with powder and her voice to integrate into the other chapters.<br><br>She placed her arms behind her back to clasp them as she waited to hear what Jax had to say. It was nothing flourish but she was honest to let him know it was not easy but she would not back down from it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>07-02-2009, 08:30:23</strong>
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				It was a good answer, an honest answer… she’d fielded it well. From her stance and eyes it looked like she expected a response. He didn’t really want to oblige her. You found out far more by listening than speaking and he’d had the advantage of the journey up with her, tense or not. No, he had his ideas and more would be proven over the coming days as to whether she could make it or not. No, getting into a debate or argument with her served no purpose. Not when there were such interesting other characters about to speak…<br><br><strong>“How the fuck are we meant to be taken seriously if we’re promoting a bitch to Sergeant at Arms? It might be fine when you fuck off back to San Fran where they like that kinky shit, but we’ll be the fucking laughing stock of Charming when this is all done.” </strong> <br><br>Ah Tig, Jax could always rely on you to lower the level of any conversation…<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>07-02-2009, 18:14:49</strong>
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				Mmm, she wanted to tell Tig that SAMCRO already was promoting a bitch-ass Sergeant with him but she kept that answer to herself. Turning her head to look at Tig, already she could see a few things he wanted to do to her in his facial expression. His eyes were narrowed but kept on her breasts and his hands continued to twitch every now and then. If she ever needed someone not to call and help her out, it would be that crazy bastard who tried to downplay her efforts in the club. <br><br>"Consider this that if I am one female to try out for Sergeant at Arms who is to say there are not other women who are Prospects, full patch members or running behind the scenes to help out anyway they can. The times are changing and adaption is a risk to be taken. SoA was built on anarchy of what happened after returning from Vietnam. However, with the generation of different sexualities, overpopulation, even a new President who is black and white, Sons either adapt or find themselves dwinddling. The chapters at this moment are average on fifteen to twenty member but with corporations trying to muscle in on other chapters and ATF trying to cozy up to the smaller ones, hell hath no fury like a female scorned," she replied smiling at Tig. She went on to explain the reason why she used the last bit because while males were great at the muscle but put a female with a man and she can easily clean up the mess and put a lovely bow on it or be the one to cause mayhem. <br><br>She waited for Tig to start in on her again but she would always come back with an answer and never a fuck you, bitch. Even though she really wanted to tell him to go to hell and kiss her ass. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>08-02-2009, 12:22:36</strong>
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				Tig scowled and mumbled something unintelligible to himself. For all his muscle and brutality, he was far from a great debater or carrying some great insight and forethought. Jax glanced round the rest of the group, trying to make out their thoughts. Clay looked pissed, but that was probably more about the fact they’d not been told Shah was a woman to begin with, rather than with her directly. Opie didn’t have the simple lust that Tig’s wandering eyes did, but he was definitely looking at Shah appreciatively. It was hard to tell with most of the rest. Sure they’d all be shocked that it was a woman coming through, but Jax thought they’d give Shah a fair shake. It was just Tig who’d tell her to fuck off on principle. Time for another question, another question she could show off with. There was no point in getting too aggressive too early… they’d learn fuck all about her and, for better or for worse, Daddy D had put her forward. Aggressive questions could come later… or, more likely, Tig would just throw in retarded ones anyway.<br><br><strong>“What do you think your biggest achievement has been? And if it’s not the same, what’s been your biggest achievement with and for SAFSOA?”</strong><br><br>Come on girl, show em what you’ve got. You’ll flake anyway when the real work starts, but for now it’s time to show off.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>08-02-2009, 18:41:03</strong>
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				Right now, Shah really wished she had super hearing to listen in on what Tig had said to himself. While he might have a lot of brawns and scary looks to keep things in line, she doubt he could pass a basic reading and writing test. Might not even be that shocked if he could barely write his own god damn name let alone figure out what was the address of where he lived. She knew he had kids but still wondered how the fuck he was allowed to procreate. Another Tig out there was too much for society to take and hoped those children were never influenced into anything by Tig's hand.<br><br>Hery eyes flickered to the rest of the group to gauge their reactions. It seemed the only one who was giving her what she needed with Opie. Damn, he was a cute motherfucker. Silently, she had to tell herself to calm those basic sexual urges for another time. Sex could happen after all of this but right now her ass was on the line as well as every other female who might want to run in the future. She smiled, knowing these questions were important to whether or not she could go onto the next round. Even if she did not make Sergeant which she would be gunning for no matter what, Shah would still be behind the scenes to help out SAFSOA anyway she could.<br><br>"The biggest achievement with and for SAFSOA has been giving ten years of my life for the chapter club. In those ten years there are females making decisions about college, relationships, marriage, kids, even divorce and how much they can get out of the settlement. While other females are off scoring a rich husband, I have been working day and night through a few bouts of the flu, stomach virus even food poisoning to help get SAFSOA to the state it is now. When I came around the only type of jobs SAFSOA had was shipment protection and making green cards for the immigrants. Not bad but the cards could have been better and shipments most of the time in San Fran dealt with water shipments where we cannot really ride on water with our bikes and instead had a few members ship out like sailors and come back in with the protection needed," she replied, glancing at everyone to make sure they knew her point. San Fran during the nineties was still violatile with various gangs trying to find a place. <br><br>Shah took another deep breath going further with her explanation because if she was going to answer this question, it would not be half ass. "As I entered into the club as a Prospect, I made runs to the Triads gangs in Chinatown, found there was more and more immigrants coming that could not use the green cards other gangs had provided. The club had someone to make cards but it was one person making five hundred cards so I had a few of the local upcoming computer technicians to help out in exchange for financing their college education. SAFSOA holds a piece of the Silicon Valley, especially in Apple corporation and here," she replied, stopping to take another cell phone she used for pleasure and slid it towards Clay. The phone Clay would look out was the newest version of Apple Iphone that had not come out in the market yet. A few boxes of the Iphone were given to SAFSOA to sell and distribute to make the community that much more addicted to buying Apple products. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>08-02-2009, 19:50:12</strong>
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				<strong>“Well, this isn’t getting us fucking anywhere.”</strong><br><br>Clay made his presence felt once again, standing to address the group, scowling face running over all of them, hands resting on the ornate table. Her being a woman had certainly thrown a spanner in what should have been a routine process, even in the short term. They’d find out exactly how big a spanner shortly.<br><br><strong>“Shah, thanks for answering our questions. Now, if you could leave. We’ve got some talking to do, and I need you to check that Prospect hasn’t broken anything out there.”</strong><br><br>Waiting for her to leave the room he sat down again, eyes once more rolling over them all.<br><br><strong>“So, what the fuck do you think?”</strong><br><br>Tig was the first to speak, as eloquent as ever.<br><br><strong>“Fuck her. Send her skanky ass back to San Francisco right now and make her fucking walk it. Tell Daddy D to fuck off and send someone serious next time. Or, she can spend the night sucking my dick and riding me, and I’ll tell her to hitchhike the fuck back to San Fran in the morning.”</strong><br><br>He smiled, obviously proud of his “joke”.<br><br><strong>“We promote a bitch to Sergeant at Arms and everyone’s going to fucking laugh at us. How the fuck are we meant to keep people respecting us when the first thing they think of is us promoting a cunt?”</strong><br><br>Opie was the next to speak, his voice more considered.<br><br><strong>“Look at her record and achievements. Woman or not, she knows what she’s doing, and Daddy D’s not a stupid guy. If she wasn’t hot shit, he wouldn’t have sent her. I say she’s in.”<br><br>“You just want to fuck her you dick.”<br><br>“Fuck off Tig.”</strong><br><br>Jax took the chance to speak, cutting in before the argument had a chance to escalate.<br><br><strong>“Opie’s got a point. A lot of people are saying she’s good, and she wouldn’t have even been sent down unless Daddy D thought she’d manage it. The recommendations she showed off all say she’s fucking talented.<br><br>But as much as I hate to say it, Tig’s got a point as well. We’ve got to think about us here, not just her and San Fran. Over there they may be used to getting women coming through the ranks, but here and in a lot of other Chapters it just doesn’t happen. If we promote her to Sergeant at Arms and word gets out, does that mean we’re going to get shit on back here in Charming? Are we going to have to go round and earn the respect we have all over again?<br><br>She also said she’d be willing to learn and adapt to other Chapters and how they work. This can be her chance to prove it. Give her a chance to show off what she can do, give us a chance to tell if she’s just hype and tits or a real ice cold motherfucker.<br><br>I say we check her out for the week. Give her some tasks to do, maybe even have her organise some stuff. Then we vote at the end of the week. If she makes it through a week here of us testing her here, then we have nothing to worry about. She’ll be good in San Fran and also able to deal with the bigger territories. I’m also going to fucking love it if she managed to kick Darby in the nuts. The Sons of Anarchy women beating the shit out of the Nords would help our reputation, not lower it. Give her the week.”</strong><br><br><strong>“Anyone else?”</strong><br><br>Clay glanced round the group, most of whom were staying silent. Tig was bristling, Opie was contemplating and the rest looked like they didn’t want to voice and opinion. Very fucking helpful.<br><br><strong>“Fuck, don’t be fucking shy. Anyone object to giving her the week then?”</strong><br><br>No-one spoke, although Tig looked like he wanted to boil someone’s head<br><br><strong>“Then that’s it then. We give her the week to prove herself to us then we vote at the end. Jax, get her back in here.”</strong><br><br>Jax nodding, standing and walking to the door. He’d meant what he’d said earlier. If she could pull it off she could pull it off but they also had to worry about the effect her wake would cause. Jax liked the think he was a fair guy… he may think she’d flake, but he’d give her every chance regardless. She did well this week, he’d vote her in. She fucked up, he’d vote her out. Opening the door he called out.<br><br><strong>“Shah, can you get back in here?”</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>08-02-2009, 20:36:27</strong>
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				The reason it was not getting them the fuck anywhere was because she was competent not to fuck. She had a good bet the club wanted to find her weakness by asking her these questiones. Wanted to see her stutter, stammer, not find her voice as some females would in a roomful of hardened criminal bikers. For Shah it was as if she were talking to her group though half of them she would not bet on having her bike and the other who wondered what the hell she was doing here but impressed by her set of balls to come up to Charming. <br><br>"No problem," she whispered, glancing over the group a flicker towards Jax before she left to them argue over whether or not to let her be Sergeant. She knew the process well enough from her own experience of voting in or out Prospects, business ideas, etc. Each had a chance to make their peace if they chose to do so while the ones who were waiting to get their patches waited outside and busied themselves. Right now, the Prospect was busy cleaning the bar glasses and the bar counter top. His eyes went up to hers and apologized for having checked her out earlier. She was fine with being checked out but another thing if the men and women wanted to touch. No one touched her unless she wanted and needed it in the bedroom. <br><br>While thinking of the bedroom, her thoughts wondered towards Opie. He had a kind face but she knew he had done time which meant he might have a few problems with his head. Even spending less than a year in any institution with an 8x10 wall could get to the sanest of persons. Chucky had done two years and when he came back he had to reintegrate back into the club even when she visited and gave him updates the best way she could. He was almost like a PTSD victim who remembered having to fend himself off because there was a Nord in his own bunk room which caused a bit of a stir until the prison found out and gave them their own rooms. Still, it was touch and go on Chucky not going down longer for manslaughter if the Nord tried anything to him.<br><br>Opie. Rolled right off her tongue quite nicely but she could wait out the week before she had a taste of him. Not right to mix business with pleasure and have everyone thinking she fucked Opie for a vote. Nope, she knew better than that but after she was made Sergeant (no if's, and's or but's), she would take Opie out for a ride. While the first liking she had of Jax, it now went over to Opie and she would keep herself from acousting the bearded man for a kiss. Hearing her name being called, she looked up from where she had checked her watch to see Jax. Time to go back in and face the lions, she thought as she headed back into the meeting room. Everyone looked as if someone had died which meant she had gotten the job. Very nice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>08-02-2009, 20:56:33</strong>
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				<strong>“So, we decided it would unkind to kick your ass back to San Fran right now. So you’ve got a week to prove you fucking belong here. Don’t fuck it up. Now, over the week we’re going to have some jobs for you…”<br><br>“Yeah, the dishes need cleaning.”</strong><br><br>Clay fixed Tig with a look so withering the Sergeant at Arms visibly paled, realising a line had been crossed. No doubt there would be words exchanged later. There was a time for one-liners like that, but this wasn’t that time. You didn’t interrupt Clay when he was giving one of his speeches.<br><br><strong>“As I was fucking saying, we’ll have some jobs for you, see if you’re as good at shit as these reports say, and if you can adapt as well as you say you’re going to. The first one should be simple. Tomorrow a new business has some shipping going through the area, we’re to make sure it doesn’t get fucked with. I’ll give you the exact details later. You’re in charge for it. Get it planned, get it done, keep it smooth.<br><br>Now, we’re going to have to put you up somewhere for the moment. There’s a spare bed here in the Clubhouse, you can use that. Don’t try and decorate the place while you’re here.”</strong><br><br>Jax’s eyes rose from his position by the door, just behind Shah. He hadn’t been told they putting her up in the Clubhouse. Fuck. There went his bed for the week. Fuck. He found himself hoping she would bang Opie, so she could at least crash at his place and he could get his bed back. Jesus, sofa for a fucking week.<br><br><strong>“But for now, let’s just see if you can chill out like a Sergeant at Arms should. Let’s crack open some beers and shoot the shit.”</strong><br><br>The formal part of the night was obviously over. Now came that just as dangerous part… the socialising.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>08-02-2009, 21:33:25</strong>
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				<em>“Yeah, the dishes need cleaning.”</em><br><br>Oh, yes, he was now permanently on her hit list but she would keep her cool. She rose an eyebrow when Tig had the massive balls to say that but she appreciated Clay giving Tig a withering stare. Even she knew when not to interrupt the President's but it had taken Daddy D to swipe her upside the head to learn to never talk in the middle of a meeting no matter what. No matter if Shah had something to say at that moment, she learned to wait until the discussion was open to others and then give her two cents. With Tig fucking himself up and looking like the jackass it played well for her. Show up this Sergeant at Arms and let everyone know it did not take a person with a dick to run for a position in any of the SoA chapters.<br><br>Shah would do exactly as Clay instructed in planning, getting it done and keeping the whole operation smooth as silk. There was no room for mistake and every variable had to be accounted for. Plus she needed to do a bit of shopping if she assumed she might have to blend in the background for this assignment. Her flaming red hair would be one thing she had to get rid of in order to do this job. Easily, she could be picked out of a line up from the brunette's, blondes and in between's but her fiery hair could end up costing her. In her head, she made the list of items she needed to buy at the nearest store to change her appearance. A few cases of make up to experiment with what look to go for. Smoldering temptress, bubbly princess or naive virgin. She bet it might be bubbly princess or naive virgin to pull this shit off.<br><br>Keeping her hands at her sides, Shah felt Jax's eyes and his presence behind her. Mmm, might not like that she was taking over his room but it benefited her. While the others were asleep or snockered out of their minds, she would be at work stragetizing and getting herself ready for any and all of these jobs. She brought her personal laptop with her to search for different areas and knew not to put any club files on the laptop. SAFSOA's own line of hackers were they were sweet enough to make her an encrypted USB hand held port that was convenient and unassuming as an ordinary rectangular shaped jewelry accessory. The 'accessory' hung from her silver necklace where there were a few other rings and jewelry keeping it from being out there for other people to simply notice one painted bauble hanging from her neck. <br><br>If Jax thought she would trade spaces with him, he had another fucking thing coming. She slept in a few questionable places when she started out in SAFSOA. Even recall sleeping on a pool table because she was on duty to take care an ill member and keep the member from going out and doing anything stupid. God, she remembered how uncomfortable the pool table had been and waking up to Daddy D trying to play a game of pool around her sleeping body. Daddy D almost cracked her in the back of her fucking head with the eight ball he tried to shoot into a corner pocket. Jax would have to deal with his ass sleeping on the ground while she had her beauty rest.<br><br>"I am up for a cold one," she murmured, turning around as the others filed out of the room. A grab of her ass and she knew who it had been as she looked up to see Tig giving her the death glare. No matter if he gave her that look, she knew he wanted her. Men like him wanted the challenge and then threw it away when they got it. Tig would never get her, never. At least Opie was there to shove Tig out of the room, muttering for him to keep his hands off of the other members. Tig sneered and went on his way towards the bar to get himself drunk as a motherfucker. Shah stopped herself from rubbing her ass and received her other phone as Clay handed it over to her, a silent statement passing between them. She was not going to fuck up, no matter what nor would she back down. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>08-02-2009, 22:25:54</strong>
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				Jax had been close enough to notice the little “interaction” between Shah, Tig and Opie. How she reacted to a brute like Tig would also matter, but for right now he was happy it was Opie dealing with it and not him. Now he just had to make sure that no-one threw up or spilt anything on the coach if that’s where he would be staying for the next few days. Fucking hell.<br><br>There was one good thing to come out of this. Jax collected Blank from where he’d left him, petting the little bastard some more. Chibs wandered over, passing Jax an open beer, asking about where the dog came from, Jax setting out the story, Chibs chuckling along.<br><br><strong>“Ah, it’s so sweet.”<br><br>“Fuck you Chibs”</strong><br><br>Jax playfully cuffed his friend round the ear and then burst into an even bigger smile. Blank had just done the closest thing that could be considered a growl. It was adorable. Not the effect gone for surely, but convincing none-the-less.<br><br><strong>“See Chibs, even he hates you.”<br><br>“Well he seems to like you, so we already know he’s got bad taste…”<br><br>“Fuck off. Pool?”<br><br>“Rack ‘em”.</strong><br><br>Jax wandered to the still unoccupied pool table, starting to rack up. Pool would be a welcome distraction. He didn’t want to get too wasted tonight, not with having run a protection job tomorrow, however simple. Added in it meant he didn’t have to spend too long with Shah; he’d had a car load of it already. Moreover it also meant he could watch. He was the VP of the SoA and that meant he had responsibilities. If he was completely sucked into the moment, chatting, drinking he wouldn’t be noticing the effect she had. Did she draw people to her, did she bring everyone into a conversation? Could she immediately make friends, even with Tig’s hatred. Did Opie’s obvious attraction to her, and seemingly her returned looks drive a wedge in the family or did it bring them together. All the little things that he had to notice.<br><br>And fuck it, if she was sleeping in the Clubhouse, in the bed that was, for the moment his, then he’d see enough of her anyway. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>08-02-2009, 23:07:23</strong>
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				Pocketing her phone, she looked around at the main area of the clubhouse. Everyone went into different parts of the area but she could also see all of them were waiting for her to do something. The first thing she did was head over towards the old jukebox in the corner to check out what was playable. There were a few bands she enjoyed and others that were foreign to her. The one thing she managed to see was the pattern or old rock, a few blues song and a variety of electric bands but all had a theme that it could rouse up the group for anything. Pushing a few buttons, she put on AC/DC's, 'Highway To Hell' on before turning back to nod her head to the music. <br><br>Wanting to bother the hell out of Jax for what he had said to her in the car, she settled on the couch, placing her boots beneath her. Aye yes, he was going to have to sleep on a couch where her boots were rubbing against the material beneath. Opie it seemed wanted to get Jax's goat a bit and settled himself next to her and held out a beer to her. He even handed her the bottle opener guessing she was mistrusting of anyone handing her an open container. "Thanks," she replied, cracking the bottle open and taking a sip of the delicious drink.<br><br>She barely had taken a sip before Juice came over to settle himself on the arm of the couch leaning in to actually sniff her hair. "I use Pantene, makes my curls bounce when I move," she retorted, smirking as he tried to cover up his fascination with her hair by asking if she could see the new Iphone. The two started to talk about the difference of the Iphones versus the other knock off brands who were trying to compete with Apple. Opie threw in his two cents on how he could buy his little girl a phone that would not run him up. Shah offered to get him a phone that could work with her nature especially with girls who were prone to dropping their cell phones. "Dropped this baby a few times but somehow the guys at Apple made it so I can throw it across the room and it still works," she mused, Juice snatching her phone out of her hands to try out the theory.<br><br>Shah eyed Juice throw the Iphone a couple of times almost knocking Bobby out with it the second time. "God damn it, Juice!," Bobby cried out as he walked over to return the Iphone to Shah, asking her to put a leash on Juice with the throwing. She apologized but asked Bobby about his nickname as Elvis and if he could bust out with a bit of Shake, Rattle and Roll, one of her favorite's of Elvis. At first, it looked like Bobby might not try it but he motioned for Half Sack to cut the juke box as he went into his own rendition of Shake, Rattle and Roll. Mmm, slowly she was starting to get them to come across to her side, she had to thank Daddy D for the pointers on every member in SAMCRO.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>08-02-2009, 23:44:47</strong>
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				Jax’s own head started to nod as AD/DC started to drift through the air. The girl had decent taste in music. That said, he doubted there was anyone who’d ever ridden a bike who didn’t like AD/DC, so it wasn’t like it was the most original choice. Not bad, though, fit the mood of the place as he sank another ball, lit cigarette in mouth, Blank staring out from a chair in the corner. At the edge of his vision he could see Shah holding court on the sofa that would soon form his bed for the week, seemingly surrounded by her adoring fans. In moments she had Juice throwing a phone around like a monkey hurling its shit, then, when Elvis got cracked, she ended up making him do that impression. He’d seen and heard it hundreds of times, but it could still bring a smile to his face. It seemed she had worked her spell on all those present outside of him and Chibs, and Tig, still sat facing the bar, knocking back drink after drink, steadily drinking himself into dark murky oblivion.<br><br>It was while thinking of oblivion… or, to be 100% correct, murky, that Jax finally realised Shah had her boots up on the sofa… her dirt encrusted boots. Oh, that just won’t fucking do… if he was giving up his bed for the bitch, the least she could do was not fuck with his new place of rest. He paused from cuing up, standing, raising his head and calling out, a slight hint of irritation in his voice.<br><br><strong>“Hey, watch your feet on the couch!” </strong> <br><br>Shaking his head, noticing a grin on Chibs face that only made him shake his head more, lean down, line up... and then completely mis-hit the ball.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>09-02-2009, 00:11:28</strong>
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				He wanted her to be just like one of the guys he would have to deal with the fact that she too could track in mud with her boots. Keeping her face a blank stare, she wiped her feet a two times on the couch before crossing her legs over her ankle. That is what he got for being an asshole to her. She turned back to listening to Bobby finish up his rendition before she clapped her hands. She asked if he would not mind maybe doing a couple of gigs around California unless he had something lined up. Even this lifestyle of a biker did not pay as well and most of the time members took up day jobs to supplement their income. Bobby did not just do this Elvis impersonation just for the kiddies but enjoyed to be paid for it too. <br><br>Her eyes went to the rest of the room as she explained to Bobby there were gigs for Elvis impersonators for parties, weddings even a few funerals. San Francisco was weird in that sense but could be paid a nice chunk of change. Shah's noticed Blank resting on a chair obviously bored out of his puppy skull. Thinking of the new trick she taught him, she put two fingers in her mouth and whistled. Blank's ears perked up, his tail wagging as he shot off from the chair and headed towards her lap after she uncrossed her legs. The little guy did not need any other invitation than to jump into her lap and start licking as much of her face as she could. <br><br>"Seems the guy likes you," Opie commented, reaching over to stroke Blank as the puggle settled herself in her lap to grab all of the attention and stroking he could get. Shah commented that she had a way with animals that usually ended up in her care for a bit. That conversation segwayed into starting an adoption program for any animals found in Charming and finding foster homes for them. "A dog can be a good companion when you have on one but yourself for a while," she explained, gently scratching Blank behind his ears. She was working and weaving her magic if she could get Chibs and Clay, she could make sure they all had her back in the end. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>09-02-2009, 10:07:41</strong>
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				<strong>“Fucks sake”</strong><br><br>Jax whispered to himself, the words quiet and nearly unnoticeable as Shah stretches out on the coach, deliberately wiping her boots on it. So it’s going to be like fucking that is it? Great start woman, great fucking start. He sipped at the beer before lining up another shot, angling the cue, another perfect shot about to happen when he distracted by a sudden burst of movement as Blank went diving across the room and into Shah’s lap. Another miscue, another fucked up shot. Chibs laughing didn’t help.<br><br><strong>“I thought the dog liked you Jax.”<br><br>“Not as much as he likes her.”<br><br>“Can’t blame him, she’s far prettier than you are.”<br><br>“Fuck off. I’m gorgeous.”<br><br>“Keep telling yourself that stud.”</strong><br><br>Chibs laughed again, bending down and firing the white to smash into another ball, both bouncing around aimlessly before the white rolled, so slowly yet so dangerously, into a pocket.<br><br><strong>“Fuck.”<br><br>“What’s your excuse?”<br><br>“You’re too gorgeous, I can’t take my eyes off you.”<br><br>“Fuck off Chibs”<br><br>Chibs chuckled more, drinking his own beer and standing. Jax leaned down onto the table. Whatever happened, he was going to get this shot right.<br><br>“So Jax, you know much about tomorrow?”<br><br>“No fucking idea. Just a routine protection run from all I know. Guess Clay wants to break her in gently.”<br><br>“I think some of the others here want to break her in as well… some less gently than others…”</strong><br><br>Jax chuckled, before a slightly more serious look came over his face. His eyes glanced up to the hulking figure of Tig, still sat by the bar, still coming closer and closer to out and out drunkenness… which may not be a big thing.<br><br><strong>“Watch Tig Chibs, tonight and tomorrow. The guys a nasty bastard and if he’s drunk enough he’ll do something stupid… and that’s about the worst fucking thing that can happen. Either he pulls some shit on her and we have to worry about Daddy D and SAFSOA, not to say Opie may take offence or she handles herself and fucking crushes his nuts… which makes him one big, bad pissed off motherfucker.”<br><br>“Yeah, will do. Talking of women, how’s your harem going?”</strong><br><br>Jax reply had an unusual harshness to it’s first few words, before mellowing slightly.<br><br><strong>“Fuck off. Ah, fuck it, you know how it fucking is. Crazy fucking ex-wife, fucking high school sweetheart and a whole host of fucking groupies. It’s a fucking mess, like it always is. Fuck, means I can guaren-fucking-tee some drama from time to time.”</strong><br><br>And for the first time tonight, he played a shot perfectly.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>09-02-2009, 15:43:31</strong>
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				Tig was having a ball drinking away his health and the function of his liver. He wanted to get as shit faced as he could considering what the fuck just happened. The club was starting to come around to an idea of a fucking bitch running things as Sergeant in San Fran. He knew what San Fran was like having gone there a few times to pick up some woman who ended up being men. In the end, he made sure those fucking bastards knew never to trick him again. However, with this shit going on he needed to find a way to get rid of Shah. The cunt was surrounded by a damn entourage and the only two people not hanging around her was Chibs, Half Sack, Clay and of course Jax.<br><br>Oh, Tig noticed the fact there was some sort of animosity between Jax and Shah, wondering if he could work it to his advantage. He had no god damn clue what was going on between Jax and Shah but he planned on figuring that shit out. "Jax, I fucking bet that bitch can win you in a game of pool unless someone is too fucking busy sucking dicks on the couch," he called out before he put back another shot given to him by the nervous Half-Sack. As long as the Prospect continued to give him drinks there would be no problems with the pipsqueak. No fucking problems with Half-Sack but he hoped to start up some shit with Shah to get her the fuck out of Charming or at least onto his cock before sending her fucked cunt back to San Fran humiliated. <br><br>Shah's head came up at the mentioned of her supposedly sucking everyone who surronded her dick's. This motherfucker was digging himself into a bigger hole with every word coming out of his drunk ass mouth. Shouldn't he be trying to show what a real bad ass Sergeant should be doing? The only thing he was managing to show her was how much of an awful drunk and Sergeant he really was becoming. Was this the state of SAMCRO's own Sergeant and if so, she knew the few ways to be a better one because of it. She rolled her eyes at Tig's comment, simply waving it off with her hand as she explained that for the next week the few things Shah would be sucking on would be lollipops, suckers, ice cream cones and straws attached to water or milkshakes. That commented seemed to make a few of the men chuckle but for Tig, he vaulted himself off of the bar stool and started to unzip his pants while he walked towards her.<br><br>Without hesitation, she handed Blank over to Opie as she stood up as well. Somehow, everyone with a few exceptions who were playing at the bar eyed th two of them as they came across the room. For her, it felt like a battle of some sort though she doubt Tig would come out voguing and strutting his stuff like most pose battles done in San Francisco. A few of the guys groaned when Tig managed to pull down his boxers and started stroking his cock right in front of everyone. Why this was SAMCRO's own Sergeant and what an example he was setting for the rest of the chapter club members. "How about you fucking suck this, bitch," he replied, reaching out to grab her hand to force it on to his crotch. Shah prepared for that to happen and reached out her damn self but this time to grab his ball sack, harshly.<br><br>"Sorry, I am not going to be dick sucking for a week but I would happily be into crushing your fucking balls if you do not put up your god damn pants and go back to drinking your liver away," she said this in the iciest tone but with a smile on her face nonetheless. Polite and vicious all rolled up into a pretty package, that was how Shah fucking rolled. Tig winced but he continued to push her buttons, getting into her face and even going far enough to grab one of her breasts, crushing it as best as he could. This did fucker not get the memo that fucking with her breasts harshly was not going to get her to bend over and take it. Opie, Juice, and even Bobby came to her aid to stop this before it got any more uncomfortable. There was no need to be seeing Tig's ball but having seen the vice-like grip she had on his sack, each knew that she was not fucking around this time. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>09-02-2009, 16:44:20</strong>
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				<strong>“Tig, step the fuck down and stop pawing her. Shah, let go of his balls, you don’t know where they’ve been.”</strong><br><br>Jax had caught the entire confrontation from the pool table, attention drawn at Tig’s mention of his name. Inwardly he groaned at the next comment, about Shah getting busy sucking dick. This was the worst of Tig. There was pretty much no-one Jax would want at his side more in a knife fight in some dark alley but once the fighting ended, and it came down to anything else, the guy was a fucking idiot. What was that quote, from that movie… “He just had the rotten luck of being born in the wrong century. He'd be right at home on some ancient battlefield swinging an axe into somebody's face”… that was Tig… a fucking old school Viking warrior who just wanted to pillage, ravage, ravish and destroy. And not good at adapting. Not good at all.<br><br>Put that against a slightly on edge prospective Sergeant at Arms who doubtless had had to deal with the crude comments before, hell even got some of them off Jax himself earlier and it was never going to be fucking some great love story. Jax had thought it would take a little longer for it to break out into outright hostility. In different circumstances it would have been interesting to see how this ended, although he thought he knew. Shah would put up a fucking fight, maybe literally crunch his balls, scratch out an eye, do some bad shit to Tig. But he was just too big, too strong, too experienced at viscous brawls and too drunk and stupid to realise he was getting hurt. That was Tig. Regardless, he couldn’t let this go further. It shouldn’t have even gone this far already. The rest of the group were seemingly trying to split the two up, fairly ineffectually. Tig wasn’t going anywhere without his balls, and Shah wasn’t letting go… neither was she going anywhere without her tit, and Tig certainly wasn’t letting his grip slip.<br><br>Jax’s voice carried across the din, the pool cue he was holding sliding into the space between the pair, a slight pressure either way. He wasn’t forcing the pair apart through force, it was a physical representation of his words. Whether either of them liked it or not, he was the VP of SAMCRO, and they would break apart. From his position at the side of the tussle he addressed Tig first, his voice cold and angry but also commanding.<br><br><strong>“Tig, what the fuck are you doing? You are the fucking Sergeant at Arms here and you’re acting like a fucking frat boy who’s just seen his first set of tits. Sit the fuck back down. You may not like her, you may not like the fact she’s a part of SAFSAO, you may not like the fact they want her to be the Sergeant at Arms. But she is our fucking guest here and you will fucking respect that. Right now you’re making the Sons of Anarchy look like a group of pathetic fucking bitches, and that will NOT happen. So let her go and settle the fuck down.”</strong><br><br>His face turned to Shah, eyes hard, powerful, the tone not changing. He was the VP of this MC because he was talented, powerful and in control. His private life may be fucking chaotic but when Clay wasn’t around, he ran this gang. Even Tig respected that.<br><br><strong>“And Shah, let his nuts go. You don’t need to respond to every fucking comment, however nicely you put it. This all could have been avoided if you’d simply ignored this fucking idiot talking about sucking cock. Learn to shake your head and ignore shit like that instead of turning it into a confrontation. Now let’s all chill the fuck out.”</strong><br><br>The pool cue remained between the pair in case either decided they really did want to give the other a literal love tug.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>09-02-2009, 21:33:35</strong>
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				<em>I think his balls have been in your mouth, Jax,</em> Shah thought amusingly as she held Tig's ball sack as the others neared closer to this thing between Tig and her. Shah really doubted Jax could simply ignore Tig's comment and then look away when his Sergeant came over to unzip, pull out his cock and press it into his face without causing a fight. If he was that ignorant of his Sergeant committing a major fuck up than it was good that she was here to bring a bit of what was going on back to Daddy D. After the whole shake up with ATF and Opie's supposed two-timing (oh yes, Shah knew about that from the rest of the crew who managed to get the information out of Half-Sack at Opie wife's funeral) Shah knew there was questions to be had as to whether or not SoA needed to adapt in order to survive. <br><br>A person like Tig might be fine in being the muscle but never to interact with other humans. Better to lock his ass up and bring him out only when something needed to get done with brawns but she guessed he had no brain function going on in his thick head. Hell, she bet he used his head to store more weapons or even his porno magazines when he could not fit any on himself. She could even imagine a latch in the back of his skull he used to open and close his mind, maybe a few cockroaches and rat would slip out but no fucking brains would ever spill over. This motherfucker was a definite waste of sperm and a nuisance to society. The sooner someone put him out of his fucking misery, the god damn better life would be for all.<br><br>She wanted a chance to knock this son of a bitch out. All she needed was her steel baton to knock out his kneecaps and a butcher knife where she would pain the club house red with Tig's blood. When she made a job that had to be used as a message to send out to other members and rival gangs, Shah was the one to make a pretty mess of things. Still, she knew when to let up and right now Tig might be a bastard but she had to stop herself before she stopped down to his fucking level. From what she had seen of Tig, Shah had a pretty good idea of how not to fuck up her life as a human and as a SoA member. Even as Tig gripped her breast harder in his hand and leaned in close to breathe on her face, she did not back down. Instead, she only smiled sweetly at him as if it was a normal thing for him to have his balls caught in a vice grip.<br><br>At the feel of the pool cue, both lost eye contact and looked towards who the owner of the stick was. <em>God damn, Jax,</em> each thought silently though Tig had a few other things to add onto that train of thought. Tig listened to Jax bring him back down to the ground, shaking his head to clear the drunken and murderous haze he had been. His control had started to slip over the past few months ever since Donna's death. A few of the bitches he fucked complained he was too quiet and almost depressive as if he thought he could fuck the pain away. Right now he wanted to fuck this whore and send her ass packing but he held back knowing Jax was second-in-command when Clay was not around. "Fine but this bitch owes me a hand job," he muttered before he let get of her breasts but did not try pulling himself from her grip. Tig was rather attached to his balls and needed them if he was going to slap them against Shah's ass the next time she was alone. <br><br>Shah listened to Jax's words with a bemused look on his face. He was fucking hilarious thinking that anyone would step down from something like that. Those who stepped down when someone was swinging a dick in their face was liable to be fucked with again in the future. This time, the men would see she could be a fun bitch to have around and party with but when this bitch was provoked and had a pussy like Tig trying to dick slap her in the face well the nails came out to scratch. "Where is the bathroom, I need to wash my hands of Tig's nut sweat," she merely replied, releasing her grip on Tig's ball sack and holding her hand away from her. <br><br>Everyone settled themselves back down, even Tig found he was a bit cold without his jeans and pulled it up, flashing Half-Sack his ass in the process. Poor Prospect never saw it coming and went off to wash out his eyeballs. Juice swooped in to lead her towards the nearest bathroom, asking her if she always went for the balls. Not really, usually she went for the adam's apple but usually a man's cock and balls were the best alternative. Bobby whispered to Chibs but loud enough for the others to hear, "That bitch is like a damn Valkryie, I think I am in love." Jokingly, Bobby placed his hands over his heart and sighed, smirking in the process.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>09-02-2009, 22:31:24</strong>
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				The chuckles broke out at Bobby’s comment, even Jax’s face breaking into a smile at the declaration. Only Tig seemed immune, although considering the circumstances, that was pretty understandable. He shook his head and went to turn back to pool, before suddenly remembering something, a glitter in his eyes.<br><br><strong>“And Prospect, you owe me ten bucks.”</strong><br><br>The rest of the group looked slightly confused, while Half-Sac still seemed intent on scrubbing his very eyeballs out, but had the good grace to at least curse into the basin.<br><br><strong>“Oi, Jax, what’s that about?”<br><br>“Well Bobby, when we saw Shah was a girl we had a little bet on whose balls she’d massage first. I didn’t think she was dumb enough to fuck anyone here, so I said Tig as a joke. Looks like I’m one smart motherfucker…”</strong><br><br>Once again laughter peeled out, although from the corner of his eye Jax could sweat he saw Opie bristle a little at the idea of Shah no fucking anyone. Bad luck to you Opie, maybe you can be pen-pals. Seriously, wish you the best, it would be good for you, but I don’t see it happening. Not this week. Then again, perhaps Jax was wrong… perhaps she was a dumb bitch.<br><br><strong>“Now that that’s done, let’s get back to the business of the night. Let’s have a drink boys.”</strong><br><br>Jax raised his his bottle to a cheer and a series of corresponding actions and good a serious gulp. A SoA night out… or in… rarely ended without some incident and while with other social groups an outburst like the last would be the talk for weeks, the party quieting down immediately, this group of bastards were so used to it that already it was being placed into the Lore, the drunken story for others night… “remember that time when Tig got his balls crushed by that crazy San Fran Biker woman?”.<br><br>His good cheer masked a slight apprehension on Jax’s part. Tig was loyal to the SoA to the point of death, even if his mouth worked considerably faster than his mind. But he had been shown up here, and Tig’s pride wouldn’t let that stand. For all his stupidity Tig did have something resembling animal cunning, and he’d no doubt try to get some payback at some point. It was another thing to consider, and another thing that could make what should be a routine run challenging. And Jax wasn’t in the mood for challenging.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>09-02-2009, 22:54:52</strong>
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				Bobby fanned his face a few times in admiration before he went off to get himself another beer. That was a female he would keep an eye on and see if she could entertain the group even more with her antics. She was one of the first women other than Gemma to make an absolute jackass of Tig in front of the others. Might not be a good thing but funny as hell to him. "That is what you think, Jax about her fucking someone. Shah might not be up to fucking Tig or even you but who is to say she will not take a roll with us. Hell, I doubt a bitch like her would want to stop her urges," he replied, puffing his chest out a bit to say he might be the lucky bastard who had the chance to fuck her. <br><br>Opie eyed Bobby but he said nothing. He would keep his comments to himself but he too doubted that Shah would deny wanting to sleep with anyone this week. Even he could admit to himelf there was a bit of desire in him to see if she might be interested in sleeping with him. Hell, it had been a few good months and a good fuck might alleviate a bit of the tension he had in his body. She seemed to enjoy his company especially when she gave him a few looks that went beyond a member sizing another member up. Opie would try to get to know Shah a bit more knowing that female was a lot more than the tough bitch persona she gave off and he could figure it out by the end of this week but all in good time.<br><br>Shown the way towards the bathroom, Shah thanked Juice before she entered into the bathroom to wash her hands. She might have to put a rubber glove over it for the next couple of days to stop herself from rubbing her cheek or play with her lips. Shah had no fucking clue where exactly Tig's nut sack had been and she had a good assumption that he might be carrying a few transmitted diseases. The upside was that she grabbed him with a hand that had no rings on them nor any cuts anywhere to catch an infection or rid herself of her precious jewelry. <br><br>Washing her hands for the fifth time, Shah was a bit satisfied all of the disgusting ball sweat and germs were off of her hand, she wiped her hands clean. She remembered Half-Sack placing her things in Jax's room where she had a bottle of disinfectant to spray over her hands and use her leather gloves to keep her hands from her face. Eyeing the rooms, she counted off what had been the room Half-Sack went in and went for second to last door and smiled to see her stuff settled on Jax's bed. God, this was a fucking messy room but no matter Shah could work in any environment. Quickly, she went about sanitizing her hands and slipping on her leather riding gloves. "Much better," she whispered as she left the room and closed the door behind her to head back towards the party. A more interesting night it would become as the hours slid by and she could see the true personalities come out to play. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>09-02-2009, 23:26:49</strong>
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				<strong>“Hell, she sleeps with you Bobby, we’ll all know she’s fucking mental. But fuck it, maybe I’m wrong… she’s a fucking woman after all, and when was the last time anyone knew what the fuck they were thinking?”</strong><br><br>With that Jax returned to playing pool, drinking and generally carousing. With Shah gone, however briefly, the night was turning back to “normal”. Which probably meant at least one guy would throw up and Jax would have the lovely waft of vomit to deal with during the night. How fun.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>09-02-2009, 23:34:41</strong>
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				Shah managed to pick up the last bit about never knowing what a woman was thinking. "Aww, well if you give us chocolate, I am sure the females will gladly be much obliged to let you know what is going on in our heads," she called out, smiling as she settled herself next to Opie towards the end of the bar. He had started to get ahead of her by drinking his second or third, she had forgotten which one he was on once she got into the ball grabbing eye match with Tig. <br><br>He offered her a drink but she declined, crooking a finger at Half-Sack to come over towards her side of the bar. "Bottled water, please," she replied, removing a packet of pills from her inner jackt. Opie cocked an eye at her and she cocked her head back. Shah explained she was taking supplements to keep her immunity up and running. "Hate to be caught with a bronchitis during a run, did it the last time but it was a bitch to talk. Sounded like Burt Reynolds," she admonished, shaking her head.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>10-02-2009, 00:03:29</strong>
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				<strong>“Gave a girl chocolate once. Still don’t have a clue what’s going on…”</strong><br><br>It was an idly passed remark as Jax turned his back on the big group, back to playing pool with Chibs, another shot lined up, another shot put away, a series of good shots as he finally hit his form. Despite that he still observed. The request for water and vitamins sound like a foreign language to the vast majority of bikers, in an MC or not, who generally seemed to survive on the slightly unsavoury mix of beer, whisky and whatever they could find to eat that was fried. Moreover, a strategically placed bottle of water helped prevent the outrageous drunkenness and even more lethal hangovers that a SoA night normally entailed. Throw in the vitamins as an excuse and you’d dodge most of the “pussy” chants for the small break in drinking. Smart girl.<br><br>Another cigarette was lit, another drift of smoke rising up, another shot taken, another breath in, another look over this rowdy bunch.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>10-02-2009, 00:11:43</strong>
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				"Did you give her the cheap kind you get from the convenience store? If you did, she will talk but to her girlfriends about the shitty chocolate her man gave her," she mused, smirking as she tapped her water bottle to Bobby's own beer bottle who settled himself on the other side of the bar stool. Opie on one side, Bobby on the other and turning on the stool to see Jax's back and Chibs's front. Half-Sack was around somewhere and Juice she knew where he was from the sound of a computer game being played. Tig, she could care less as long as the bitch was away from her. Blank on the other hand was sound asleep on Jax's couch, not caring it was muddy so long as it was occupied solely by him. <br><br>Ripping the vitamin packet, she threw back the three pills and took a long swig of her water. For one the vitamins helped to make her keep up with the rowdy drink. Sure, women could play and become part of SoA but their bodies could not handle as much drinking as men. If she wanted, Shah could drink a few men under the table but it ended up with her being piss drunk and waking up the next day with some fucker in her bed and a tattoo on the back of her neck. She ended up throwing the quick fuck out of her apartment and covering up the tattoo with a night time scenery of five blue stars and a yellow crescent moon. After that incident, she made sure to watch who she was with and what she was drinking. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>10-02-2009, 00:38:21</strong>
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				<strong>“Hey, Charming aint San Fran babe… no Fritz Knipschildt here. Aint too much going on in the fancy chocolate department round these parts. Hell, with these bastards around you’ll be lucky to get a fucking Hershey bar.”</strong><br><br>Jax wasn’t lying when he said he didn’t understand a damn thing about women. Oh, he understood how to get women, but to fucking understand them? That was too much, even for him. Jax was smart, even academic if stretched, although he hid that to a certain extent, but however hard he tried, he couldn’t twist his mind round them. Fucking women.<br><br><strong>“So, you often get chocolates sent to you by your hordes of admirers? And they ever understand how the fuck your mind works?” </strong> <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>10-02-2009, 00:47:48</strong>
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				Chuckling at his words, she shook her head at having received the ultra expensive chocolate. "Never said I was against a Hershey's bar and anyone who has a cookies and cream on them will be my best friend," she teased, eyeing everyone. Half-Sack must have taken it seriously because he searched the bar for the candy. It took Opie to let him know that she was joking to calm him down a bit but he looked a bit saddened that she was merely playing around. Shah knew what she looked like and usually it was the Prospects that managed to bug their eyes out at her appearance but she was not about to fuck up Sack's chances by blowing the pipsqueak even though he looked fit to be taken for a nice fuck.<br><br>"Chocolates, money, vacation packages, movies, books, sex toys even a hairless cat once but I gave the cat to one of the Prospect's mother for a Mother's Day present," she admitted, hearing a few whistles go around. If the club did not know it any better, they might suspect Shah worked another job as a hooker for that kind of presents but none were voicing it but Shah did by informing them it was all gifts from admirers, lovers or ex's but never sexual clients. "I like sex and thought getting paid for it might be nice I would have to make the other person come and I want my own orgasm first. Selfish like that," she answered before she knocked back the rest of her bottled water. <br><br>Aye the minds of women was something she enjoyed poking and prodding. Each woman was different but there usually was a few basic needs a female needed. "For straight females, they want a guy who is actually going to listen to them, give them affection, comfort, the sensitive stuff. While fucking their brains out is fine after a while a female wants to talk. I bet that is where you are having trouble in Jax," she commented.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>10-02-2009, 01:33:57</strong>
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				Impressive. 10 years in the gang, starting out as someone’s fuck on the side at 16, then becoming an Old Lady, then a fully patched in member, having the entire Club vouch for her, coming to SaA at 26 which meant Daddy D thought she was the girl to hand out the punishment beatings, even with being all of 5 foot 3 or so, all the while having picked up two degrees, managed to pretty much single handily morph SAFSOA’s operations, cutting into the immigration scene normally fiercely guarded by the Triads and picking up APPLE as a client all having battled a whole series of illnesses, from all accounts fucked up a few dozen people… permanently as well as done a whole bunch of other shit, while also having collected a whole string of gifts, from the normal to the outrageous from a host of “admirers, lovers or ex's”. There was barely a black mark against her… barely, fuck it off the top of his head Jax couldn’t think of one. Which meant she was a superwoman the likes of which the SoA had never seen… hell, the likes of which he’d never even heard of, in or out of the varying MC’s, hell in pretty much the world itself, they were only getting half the picture or something very, very sinister was happening.<br><br>Very, very, very fucking sinister, and something he should have clicked on straight away. Straight-a-fucking-way. It wasn’t something he could bring out, not straight away, not something he could say out loud easily… but it was something he needed to put some work in to. Some real fucking work.<br><br>He didn’t acknowledge her last statement. His personal life was enough of a fucking mess that it didn’t need words thrown around the fucking clubhouse that would be an opening for cheap one-liners on the issue. Fuck that.<br><br><strong>“So, string of lovers buying you gifts, super badass bitch running SAFSAO, rocking Iphones before they’re on the market. You ever fucked up anything?”&nbsp; </strong>&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>10-02-2009, 02:02:40</strong>
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				What was Jax getting at? The way he asked the question held a lot more than usual questions from other people. Was he still trying to test out whether her background was it said it was on paper and through her own words? She knew he could have had a problem with the fact she talked back and started a scene with Tig but there was something off about Jax right now. She narrowed her eyes at him as she asked Half for another bottled water. Fine, if he wanted to see that she was not trying to make herself come off as Miss Perfect, he would have to shut the fuck up about her loyalty or anything else. She was here after all.<br><br>"Yes, I fucked up something but it was not my fault though my god damn body could be the one to blame," she replied knowing this had to come out one way or another. Pushing herself off of the bar stool, she pulled down her the side of her jeans where no mar of skin should have been near her back. Instead there was a wicked surgery scar located above where one of her kidneys would have been. This was something that had not been mentioned in her report because what person had the right to know she had lost a kidney as a result of a renal cell carcinoma when she had become a full patched member a few years back. <br><br>A good six years back, Shah noticed her urine had started to become darker, almost bloodier. This was after she started to come down with symptoms related to renal cell carcinoma which included skin color becoming paler, pain in around her waist and hips, rapid weight loss, blurred vision and then when the blood came around, she went to a doctor. There was a tumor settled in her right kidney that needed to be removed and for her to go through chemotherapy to make sure to get rid of any other tumor or even the chance of the tumor returning. God, it had been the hardest two years and the shittiest but she continued to go through her job even as her hair fell out and her stomach heaved everything. Daddy D even asked if she wanted to take a rest from the club to let her parents watch over her but she declined because the club is what got her going through that horrible period and her parents knew that being away from the club for a long period of time would only make her worse.<br><br>"With the loss of the fucking kidney, I have to take the vitamins, I can go without them but then I will be one of those cheap drunks who gets off on one or two drinks and cannot stop peeing like those shaking dogs," she replied, pulling her shirt done, eyeing Jax to see if he would stop thinking that she was too perfect for the club's own good. Even she had her own problems but at least she was trying not to put it out there to make herself be pitied on or looked in a better life. Go by her reviews and her background but never because she was with only one kidney.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>10-02-2009, 02:24:01</strong>
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				<strong>“Fuck”</strong><br><br>Jax’s voice was full of shock and sympathy. Not pity… never pity… but pretty much everyone had seen someone they knew struck down with cancer. Surviving was often a miracle in itself, surviving and returning to a life like the SoA&nbsp; gave was fucking hardcore, no doubts about that.<br><br><strong>“Sorry to hear that shit happened to you.”</strong><br><br>But you know what?<br><br>You really know what?<br><br>Something still niggled in Jax’s mind as he turned his back and went to take another shot.<br><br>She hadn’t answered the question. Getting cancer wasn’t “fucking up”… it was fucked up, but not “fucking up”. Hell, to struggle through cancer and then to get by with one fucking kidney and still have done all the shit she did, that made her superbitch x 100. Jax was no doctor, no expert on chemo, but didn’t it make you weak as fuck and last a while? So of her 10 years as well as all her other illnesses she’d struggled she’d had to take what, 6 months of chemo that leave you barely able to leave your bed? Fuck, that wasn’t fucking up… that was the exact opposite. That was triumphing over some shitty fucking adversity.<br><br>So she’d dodged the question, and done so in a way that made her look like a uber-fucking-badass, as the looks and noises coming from the rest of the gang attested to.<br><br>No, that didn’t help him at all.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>10-02-2009, 02:44:38</strong>
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				Jax needed to get off of his fucking high horse because he even fucked up in things. She hated that time she was sick because she had to work that much harder to make others see that this illness was not going to take over. Even if she was sick in bed, Shah had Chucky come over to give her updates and her cell phone to call in to check on the progress. The way Jax turned his back, somehow this fucker really could care less until he found out if she could be really a bad choice for SAFSOA. The more she was in his presence Shah noticed he was nothing more than a child that cut down anyone with using crude language or using his position. If this bastard had been some regular Joe with the same personality, his ass would taken out or taught a lesson. God, she was glad that she got over the quick crush because to sleep with him was just the same as if she were to sleep with Tig. Both different in appearance but both ruthless motherfuckers in their own ways.<br><br>Letting her shirt fall down, she opened her bottle needing to get the fuck out of this place. Her skin felt too tight on her body and her fingers itched to grab ahold of something and squeeze the life out of it. She hated to be given a leeway or sympathy because she had cancer in the past. It was all in the past and she did not want to be looked as any moment her other kidney would give out. She went monthly for check up's to make sure there were no abnormal cysts or cancerous tumors but right now the feeling of all of them pitying her was too much. A good walk around the block to clear this whole feeling of being looked as a fragile thing would help. Hell even give her a chance to grab a few things from the store. <br><br>"I am going to go for run to the store, I can get the directions off my phone but does anyone want something?," she asked, patting herself down to find a pen and paper. Everyone shouted out something: Bobby needed some more beer, Chibs asked for some black licorice, Juice wanted energy drinks, Half-Sack asked if he wanted her to go but she declined and Opie even asked if she needed some company on the walk. That was a loaded question and had no clue how to go about it. Yes, she would enjoy his company but not about to risk them thinking she was giving him a handjob on the way to the store and jeopardize her chances. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>10-02-2009, 03:00:55</strong>
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				<strong>"Take Opie with you. He can show you the sights and doesn't bite. Normally..."</strong><br><br>He could almost feel some dislike burning off her, but at the end of the day it didn't matter if she liked him or not. She wanted to be a Sergeant at Arms and she could do that while hating his guts for all he cared, as long as she kept the Sons of Anarchy strong. And that was the issue that was burning up inside him.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>10-02-2009, 03:04:58</strong>
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				Opie was slightly happy to go with her but the sound of his cell phone stopped him from responding. "Aww, shit," he muttered, taking the call and frowning at the words coming through the line. Rolling his eyes, he made a few nods and replied that he would be there in a bit. "Damn, my girl came down with food poisoning, something about having eaten a pizza that could have been expired," he replied, patting himself down to check for his keys. Opie did apologize for having to bail out on taking Shah to the store but she waved it off.<br><br>"Your little girl needs you, don't worry I can find the place with the phone," she answered, nodding when he asked if she was sure. She was sure and could get there if she had to lose herself in a few streets but she had her legs to carry her away if someone tried to get at her. Opie nodded to her but he went on his way out of the club house to check on his baby girl. Shah knew what it was like to be doted on by her parents as a child especially when she was ill and Opie would be something to be welcomed by his little girl tonight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>10-02-2009, 17:28:53</strong>
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				Jax said his sympathetic goodbyes to Opie. Hell, if anyone knew what it was like to have a sick kid it was him. Fuck all that shit man, a dad shouldn’t have to worry about his fucking kid dying… that just aint right. Oh, of course you were meant to worry about it, it was meant to be a paranoid little parent fear you had, not an actual fucking worry you had to live with every fucking day. Shit.<br><br><strong>“Down the street, third left then second right. Not a harsh journey at all.”</strong><br><br>Yeah, she had her phone, but human directions always helped and with Opie down it didn’t look like she was going to let anyone else go with her. Different person, different day he’d have made sure someone looked after the bitch, but if she couldn’t make it to the fucking shops and back without something going seriously wrong, then that was all they needed to know about whether she’d be a decent Sergeant at Arms.<br><br>Another sip on the beer, another shot, another inhale.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>10-02-2009, 17:41:11</strong>
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				Repeating the directions to herself, she nodded as she made sure she had taken all of the money the guys had given her to buy the things. She offered to pay but somehow they were fine with paying their own way. Fine with her and better to be off on her own. The good thing about it was Jax had not offered himself to go along because that would have been an awkward walk and have some sort of talk with how she handled Tig, her muddy shoes or her being a chick without a dick. <br><br>"Thanks," she muttered as she waved to all and left the clubhouse. Once she was outside, it felt fucking great. The air was a bit cleaner than in San Francisco and she could actually see the stars in the sky tonight. She could see the stars in San Fran but usually she had to be on the rooftop of her apartment loft complex to see them. This town was one of those cookie cutter places in America but it hosted SAMCRO which made it less than serene but the place looked kept up and no crack head or hooker she saw around every corner as she made her way. <br><br>Tig took a few more beers even when Half-Sack commented for him to slow down. "Shut the fuck up and give me more," he replied, growling when he realized that Shah had left. His eyebrow quirked and he wiped his mouth down knowing the little bitch needed to be taught a lesson. Shuffling off of the bar once more, he shook his head a couple of times. Tig muttered he would be back in a bit and managed to leave the clubhouse without tripping over his feat. Chibs looked up from his position at the pool table, narrowing his eyes. The bastard was not fooling anyone, nodding to Jax where all could see Tig heading off in the same direction Shah had gone towards. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>10-02-2009, 18:09:39</strong>
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				<strong>“Oh, for fucks sake.”</strong><br><br>Jax didn’t need Chibs nod, although it didn’t hurt. Tig may have animal cunning, but he was also generally a very simple man. Shah had shown it up and then wandered in the strange streets of Charming on her own. In his drunken idiot mind it was a perfect opportunity to get some payback. And that was fucking stupid. Whatever happened it didn’t fucking help. If it Tig ended up beating the shit out of Shah or something worse then SAMCRO would have real issues with SAFSOA, if she ended up hammering Tig then the Sons of Anarchy here in Charming would look like a bunch of pussies, made worse by the fact Shah was a chick. She could be the most mental badass chick in the world, but in the generally misogynist world the SoA live in that would ruin their rep, especially once she left to get back to San Fran. The best result would be they fought tooth and nail to a draw, with mutual respect rising from that… but that shit only happened in movies and tv shows. This shit was real. No, the realistic best result was that Tig either passed out or one of the two got lost, and Jax wasn’t going to leave that to chance.<br><br><strong>“Fuck it, I need cigarettes anyway, I’ll follow along.”</strong><br><br>With that Jax followed Tig out of the Clubhouse. It wasn’t hard to follow the drunken man without getting noticed, the drink clouding Tig’s mind so much he could have probably ridden after him on his fucking bike without getting noticed. Hanging around 30 metres back he followed the slow and staggering shape of Tig. He didn’t want to just walk up and introduce himself, that was begging for a confrontation and he wasn’t in the mood… and it wouldn’t have fucking helped. No, better to follow along, preferably unseen, and only step in as needed.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>10-02-2009, 18:34:23</strong>
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				<em>He left no time to regret<br>Kept his dick wet<br>With his same old safe bet<br><br>Me and my head high<br>And my tears dry<br>Get on without my guy</em><br><br>Having grown bored of the silence, Shah popped in her Ipod earbuds into her head and shuffled through her play list. She needed something to remind her of the lovely San Francisco. Even now it felt like a fucking hole in her heart to be away from her family and friends. Shah needed to hear Daddy D letting her know things would work out fine because the way Jax and his fucking interrogation, she bet he had underlying hostility of some sort towards her. Usually men would tell her straight away what they felt was wrong about her and she would come back telling them to either accept her as she was or get the fuck over it. There was something off about Jax with the questions he was throwing out as if he was testing her to see she remembered her own god damn past. <br><br>Taking a deep breath, Shah let it out as she swung her hips to an Amy Winehouse hit though she kept an eye on things surrounding her. In a place like this, it could be easy to pop someone off but harder to escape and find a place to crash. In San Fran, slip in and slip out when the job was finished. On the thought of jobs, she remembered she needed to buy some things to get herself ready for the job tomorrow. If the job entailed her going on a run than her red hair needed to go away for a little while and change up the rest of her appearance. Placing her hands beneath her hair, she fluffed it out a bit and shook it out, her body picking up the presence of someone coming around her. Now who the hell thought to surprise her?<br><br>Tig shuffled along having seen the bitch's figure two blocks in front of him. He only needed to shuffle faster and get his feet to stop doing the weaving motion in order to wrap his hands around the cunt's throat. A plan had started to form in his head with knocking the bitch unconscious and raping the fuck out of her holes before slicing her throat. From there, he would throw her body or burn it which he hoped would give him enough time to head back to the clubhouse and not be found out. Still, he was doing the club a favor by getting rid of this bitch from the club. She was a disgrace to SoA and he would happily take her ass out. However his cock had other plans as he noticing another female unlocking her car across the street. Even from the other side of the street, his eyes managed to catch she was wearing next to nothing and he had a good guess she got off of her work from the strip joint a few minutes outside of Charming. Oh, Tig was going to get some more pussy tonight and he went off to pursue it, forgetting about Shah for tonight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>10-02-2009, 19:00:38</strong>
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				Jax smiled as Tig went to try his traditional seduction method on the stripper. Predictable. One minute he was a drunken monster ready to exact his viscous revenge, the next he saw a pair of tits and all he could think about was getting his dick wet. Typical man really. It made the night a whole load fucking easier without Tig’s drunk ass and its outright hostility. No, they’d have to make do with Jax’s unstated suspicions instead.<br><br>But for now, with Tig gone, Jax still needed cigarettes, and it made a fuck load more sense to actually talk to Shah rather than fucking skulk in the shadows and wait for her to leave. Now he didn’t have to worry about being spotted by Tig he picked up his pace, quickly catching sight of Shah in the near distance, just by the entrance to the shop. He was about to run up, say hello, deal with some uncomfortable moments and then get back to the Clubhouse.<br><br>And then he saw something that made his blood run cold and caused him to duck to the side…<br><br>--------------------<br><br>June Stahl had made it known over the last few months that any business involving Charming’s resident set of delinquents was her business. And however well they tried to hide it, they couldn’t cover up this new addition to the gang. June had been intending to pick up this sexy little bitch at another time, but this was a stroke of luck. And luck was something you’d use. She knew a little bit about Shah, knew a little bit about SAFSAO… you didn’t investigate the Charming group’s ties to arms smuggling without looking at all the Chapters. The girl was considered a pretty hot-shot up and comer… impressive anyway, more impressive considering she was a former old lady. Like Jax here in Charming… just maybe a little bit better even. And if she was here in Charming, something was up? Promotion, a big hit? Whatever it was, it didn’t hurt to let the minx know she wasn’t the only bitch around here.<br><br><strong>“Shahrazad O’Hara I presume”</strong><br><br>Yeah, the last name was some made up shit, but did it matter?<br><br><strong>“Now what is a lovely young thing from Fan Francisco doing out in the sticks of Charming?”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>10-02-2009, 19:21:15</strong>
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				The presence she felt before was gone but it still did not mean she was going to let her guard down. While Charming was a little piece of heaven, it boasted more things in the dark of night than in daylight. She continued to listen to her music, switching from Amy Winehouse to Seether as she listened to their cover of Careless Whisper. Not a bad way to go about singing the tune and it made her bob her head as she crossed the street towards the store. Her attention was elsewhere as she made her feet step to the ground, her boots clicking every once in a while against the pavement. <br><br><em>“Shahrazad O’Hara I presume”</em><br><br>Looking over to the female who called out her name, Shah had to laugh at this fucking coincidence. June Stahl, a bitch no SoA member wanted to touch with a ten foot fucking pole. Was today a day to bring out the people she rather see kissing her ass and leaving her be? First it was Jax and his sexist view of things, Tig with his pigheaded and horny antics and now this bitch. At least Shah would be kind enough to remove and pause her music before letting this cunt of a bitch know that Shah had no idea what she was talking about. "Sorry, but my name is Jessie Kramer, I am just here to visit some family and give this jacket over to one of them since one of their members died," she replied, giving her a sweet smile. This bitch was not going to get anything out of Shah. Merely needed to diffuse this situation and go on her way. <br><br>Waving to June, she went on her way but the bitch had to move to block the entrance to the shop. She put out a sigh and rolled her eyes at June which only made the whore get closer in her space. "Look, you have the wrong girl and I need to get some tampons," Shah replied, putting a hand out to push the whore away from her. She might have stopped herself from hurting Jax and Tig but this bitch was pushing the line with her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>10-02-2009, 19:42:47</strong>
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				Oh, that really was a pretty little smile. Since leaving College June had kept her tastes strictly to men, but this sexy little thing in front of her was making her seriously reconsider that, especially after David got all high and mighty on her. Oh, it would be divine to have this pretty little red-head sat between her legs, desperately licking away. Especially as she was a sassy little whore. She stepped back before she was pushed, making no move to obstruct the way, taking the moment to slip a card with her details into the back pocket of Shah’s jeans.<br><br><strong>“Obviously got the wrong person then Jessie. Sorry about that. But you know, you think of anything interesting in this town, call me please darling.”</strong><br><br>And with that she was walking away, heels clip-clipping in the darkness. She wouldn’t call, there was no chance of that, but if she’d learnt anything from the fiasco with Opie it was that there was more than one way to skin a cat. If you couldn’t turn a member then you could make the rest of those idiots turn&nbsp; on a member instead, and anything that hurt those sons of a bitches helped her. One last sentence as she finally disappeared.<br><br><strong>“I’ll be watching.”</strong><br><br>---------------------<br><br>Jax stayed completely still, hidden behind a fence. What the fuck was that? Fucking that Junie bitch talking to Shah both looking fairly calm and chilled out, walking away easily and fucking giving her something. What the fuck? Bitch has a perfect record, shows up being the fucking biggest cheese he’d ever heard of, and now she’s fucking exchanging pleasantries with that fucking bitch?<br><br>This was getting more and more fucked up.<br><br>That said, it could be coincidence. June was one cunning whore and it could just be her taking advantage. She’d fucking do that, and Shah may have simply being playing it off as nothing, not wanting to have the results of her first night with the SoA being a cock-pulling contest with Tig and getting in a fight with the fucking queen bitch, wanting to play it smooth. Whatever June gave her could be fucking anything.<br><br>But it didn’t look fucking good, did it?<br><br>He still stayed still, not wanting to run straight in, waiting for Shah to make her next move… he presumed into the shop, before joining her. He’d keep his suspicions to himself… this was some serious shit he was thinking and he didn’t want to just throw it about till he knew exactly what the fuck was going on.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>10-02-2009, 20:07:51</strong>
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				Any other female, Shah might have taken this bitch to a motel room and had her way with her. However, this little cunt was June, ATF and someone who would not stop until she thought she had someting on SoA. Not about to happen with Shah being here in town. This bitch had met her match in the ways of playing it smart and stupid at the same time. Cocking her head to the side, she nodded that June had the wrong girl. "Maybe you need some sleep," she commented, waving her off before the smile fell from her lips. Highly unlikely she would call that bitch for anything other than for her to drop dead. <br><br>Crossing her arms, she watched the little slut hobble away in her heels. Women like her really gave the rest of the females a sigh of disgrace. She thought she was a bad bitch but underneath, Shah had a bet the female would enjoy being on her hands and knees dominanted by someone else. Shah reached into her jacket to pull out her Iphone, putting it out to take a snap shot of June when the whore thought to look over her shoulder to see if Shah had been watching her. "Got you bitch," Shah said beneath her breath as she saved the photo for storing. She would have her hacker man look up where June was living and if she had any family members. Usually, Shah did not condone kidnapping family member but she was willing to make an exception to get June off of SoA's crotch.<br><br>Shah did not forget about the fact June slipped something into the back pocket. The way Shah wore her jeans were fit and tight against her skin and could feel if anyone was trying to cop a free feel of her. While June tried to be sneaky about it and Shah pulled out the card with June's phone numbers, both public and private. The bitch was really stupid if she thought she was going to start problems with SoA. Shaking her head, she laughed and slipped the card back into the pocket of jeans to hand over to the club when she got back from the store run. Might as well let them know June Cleaver was trying to hit up information anyway she could. <br><br>"Now, time for food," she said to herself as she put her earbuds back in and went into the store to grab herself some grub and supplies. Hopefully, the store sold hair dye and make up supplies because this female needed to dye her hair raven black and darken her skin a bit for the job tomorrow.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>10-02-2009, 20:21:01</strong>
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				Jax watched as Shah pulled the note it appeared June had slipped to her out of her back pocket, shook her head and laughed. From this distance and in the dim light he couldn’t really make out her expression or pick up on any slight hints in her tone. She did keep the card though. A lot would depend on what she did with it. An awful fucking lot. Jax’s mind went wandering around the issue, but he was aware he could be over-thinking this… probably was over thinking this. No, he wouldn’t go round throwing out half-formed accusations. Accusations he didn’t even really want to believe.<br><br>He gave it another minute or two before following Shah into the shop, calling out a greeting as he walked to the counter, paying for another pack all while continuing to talk to her.<br><br><strong>“See you found the place fine Shah. They got everything you need?”</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>10-02-2009, 20:31:28</strong>
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				Shah asked the clerk if the place sold hair products and the little guy nodded, pointing towards a section near the magazine stand. Immediately, she went to see if they had her kind of hair dye and she whooped to see not only was it the kind of hair dye she enjoyed but the color she was looking for. She grabbed the box along with peroxide, pack of rubber gloves, cotton balls, vasoline, a shower cap and a shampoo/conditioner made to take care of dyed hair. After grabbing her stuff, she dumped it into the carry around bag in the shopping carts the store provided. <br><br><em>Ah, fuck</em>, she thought. She really could not be given some reprieve from the assholes in this town. He had to fucking come around to the shop when he simply could have asked her to get a pack of smokes. Having to see people she disliked even when she thought she was left in peace for a while was really starting to get old with her. Shah was fucking glad she did not live in Charming or she end up bumping into Jax on every god damn corner. <br><br>Pushing the cart, she went to grab the rest of the things the guy asked for all the while trying to keep the conversation light. "Yes, and getting the stuff for the guys. Did you know one of your lovely friends stopped me from going into the store. One of your girlfriends, June, thought I was fucking you," she commented, trying to cover up the truth of who had visited her from the cashier and a janitor who was sweeping up a soda spill in the back. Jax should be smart enough to pick up on her cues and go with it unless all the smoking rotted out his brain.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>10-02-2009, 20:56:23</strong>
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				Jax paid for the pack, pocketing it was an ease speaking of long years of poisoning his body, before turning his body to rest against the side of the counter. He took a while to place the name “June”… or at least, appeared to take a take a while to place the name. Not time yet to let her know he’d seen the rendezvous between the two. When he decided he’d placed the name his face dropped to a scowl, eyes narrowing, raw burning hated apparent within them. That part wasn’t a lie. There were few people he’d wish Tig on… he wished Tig’s uglier, nastier, bigger brother on that bitch, and it would just be a start. He often believed the SoA were too violent in their methods, too absorbed with enjoying the idea of being the “Outlaw” gang, the one-percenters then to look at what they really stood for, what they originally represented. But for that bitch, he’d bring back the days of blood and fire in an instant.<br><br><strong>“Yeah, that whore fucked a lot of people. Fucked Opie a fucking lot. Still she hangs round though, like a fucking fly around shit, even after we kicked her ass to the curb. Sometime I’m going to have a sit down chat with her and really lay out what’s going on between us. After that I don’t think she’ll be around much.”</strong><br><br>God damn, even after seeing her there, talking about her brought a rush of blood to the head and the sudden urge to start breaking things. Breaking people.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>10-02-2009, 21:10:24</strong>
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				Her eyes tried to discern which box of popcorn was better, the one with lots of butter or the one with a cheesy inside. Fuck it, she would take both, throwing them into the shopping cart. She managed to get the rest of the things the guy needed plus a few extra things. Nachos, pretzels, even a carton of ice cream for herself. Hell, she needed something sweet after dealing with the sour bitch that was June. She tried hard not to roll her eyes at Jax's shitty acting skills. He really sucked at pretending he had no clue who June was. The whore took over the sheriff's office and even haul in a few members of the club. In Charming, she bet people talked and people knew what was going on.<br><br>"Yes and the little whore was trying to get me to give over information on whether you were seeing someone knew. Even gave me her number to hand to you in case you wanted to see her again. I am not someone's messenger," she admonished, smirking as she put her cart to the side to have it scanned and priced. Her eyes looked at how much she racked up, a good hundred and fifty books. Not bad at all. She removed the cash from her wallet and handed it over towards the cashier. <br><br>Glancing over to Jax, she wondered about the women he actually was fucking. For those females, she pitied them for letting this male near their cunts. She was glad beyond relief Opie came along or she might have contemplated picking up one of Tig's leftovers to fool around with. "Help me carry some of the bags, will ya," she asked Jax as she grabbed three of the bags and there were two more bags to snatch off of the countertop.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>10-02-2009, 21:55:34</strong>
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				Jax wasn’t pretending he didn’t knew who June was. He knew all too well and made no secret of it. No, what he was pretending was that it had taken him a second to place the name… why would he immediately think of that bitch ATF agent at the mention of&nbsp; a girlfriend and “June”? Hell, he’d probably fucked at least one girl called June and then forgotten about her. That happened, happened far too often for his mom’s liking. He nodded when Shah mentioned the card and wanting info. Nice. Very nice. Even if his worst fears were right and she was some form of snitch, the ATF had at least had the common fucking decency to send someone who knew what the fuck they were doing and could cover themselves.<br><br><strong>“Yeah, the girl just doesn’t know when to give up. You’re clever enough not to tell the bitch anything. Hell, maybe between us we can cook up a little surprise for her.”</strong><br><br>He took the bags from the counter without complaint. As funny as it would be to watch her waddle out carrying all the bags it wouls also be fucking hostile for no reason. He followed her as she began to wander out the store.<br><br><strong>“So, what what’s your favourite type of food?”</strong><br><br>No hidden plan here. This was just being friendly. And hell, she came from a big fucking city full of different cultures. Might even learn something. Compared to the standard deal of burgers, fries and hotdogs the SoA seemed to live on, anything would be a nice change. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>10-02-2009, 22:16:40</strong>
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				Chuckling, she nodded and thanked the cashier once again. "True because that bitch looked like she wanted to just find you and fuck you back into her arms," she answered, rolling her eyes at the thought. Just thinking of Jax being anything bad a fucking beast in bed was hilarious. Jax was not a sweet and seductive kind of man and while it might turn on some women for Shah she enjoyed substance rather than a sloopy and gross fuck. Leaving the store, she pushed back any thought of Jax even close to resembling a true seducer in the bedroom and went on to what happened with the ATF bitch.<br><br>Interesting to hear Jax ask her something that did not relate to the fact June tried to get information out of her. She wanted to give him the card but thought better to hand it over in front of the rest of the group. No need for him to go lying that she was trying to snitch for ATF. Shah was not stupid like that and knew there had been problems a few months back with ATF. Heard about the whole fiasco with Opie and the club thinking he might be a snitch. She was no snitch and made sure to let the club know about June's interaction with her tomorrow morning.<br><br>Thinking over Jax's question, she thought about the different dishes she tried out in San Francisco. Living in San Francisco, the residents were bound to experience different region dishes and find a love in one. "Mmm, have to be manapua which is a type of fried dough that when you bite into it has sweet pork inside of it," she explained, licking her lips at the thought. It was always a good treat to have when she made runs or for a quick breakfast on the go. God, now she was hungry for something sweet. <br><br>Putting her bags on the ground, Shah went through the two bags she had before she managed to find the item in question buried beneath a few items. "Aha," she muttered, leaving the carton of ice cream on the ground before she hauled the bags over her arms again. Bending over, she snatched up her carton, popped off the lip and dove in with her right hand to scoop out the mint chip. Right now, she could really give a fuck if Jax was a bit grossed out by this scene but ice cream was deep and real thing for females. Ice cream made things a lot better and she needed a pick me up with today's events. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>10-02-2009, 22:48:06</strong>
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				<strong>“I’m a popular man with her type.”</strong><br><br>That much was true. Hell, you joined the SoA and the ATF were minutes away from sending you a welcoming card. Being the VP of the Sons… it was like you were a friend for life… a very strange friend. Now, what mattered was how friendly you are with them. You heard that right babe, how friendly YOU are with them…<br><br><strong>“Chinese ain’t it? Or the Hawaiian version of it at least?”</strong><br><br>Jax had never had “manapua”… hell he could imagine most of the boys laughing at him even mentioning the name of that stuff. He thought he’d heard the name before while reading something and it was always worth double checking. Fuck it, it may even be nice, although it sounded about as healthy as the shit they normally ate. Even though he could never quite quit smoking he was trying to bit a little bit fucking healthier… having a kid would do that, having a ill kid would do it even more. He was wondering about that when Shah suddenly stopped, put the bags on the floor and started to root through the bags. What the fuck was this? A sudden laugh rocked through him as she opened the ice cream and began to scoop it up with her damn hand. Jesus, what the hell was this…<br><br><strong>“Jesus, any thoughts you’d be too ladylike for the gang just went right out the fucking window. What are you some kind of ice-cream addict?”</strong><br><br>His own mention of the word addict wasn’t smart, a fact he realised immediately after saying it as thoughts of Wendy immediately flew through his head. Before he could even focus on them, the image of Shah pawing mint chip ice-cream into her mouth came up again and he couldn’t help but laugh again.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>10-02-2009, 23:07:58</strong>
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				"I doubt it since the bitch kept looking at me as if she wanted me to eat her out. I like women but not those kind of whores," she commented, shaking her head as she flicked her tongue over her middle finger to catch a bit of a chocolate chip. While she enjoyed females, June was definately on her no fucking list. Jax was on there as well but she would tell him that if he ever thought she was trying to jump on to his dick. She nodded when he asked if it was the Hawaiian version but the Chinese version was just as good. Most of the manapua was healthy for the most part if baked in oils that were not going to give someone a heart attack and the bread was wheat. <br><br>Smirking, she waved off his comments with an ice cream covered hand before she popped three of her fingers into her mouth to clean them. Ice cream was a sacred thing to women and for him to judge her showed that he obviously was out of the loop with women. Women and ice cream was a deep connection but she would let it slide for tonight. She had her ice cream and could care less if her underwear was showing though she was not wearing any underwear at the moment. What? She liked to go sans underwear at times as a little naughty bit to remember that while everyone thought the world wore underwear, she was rubbing herself against the seam of her damn jeans.<br><br>Popping her fingers out of her mouth with a satisfying moan, she continue down the street with Jax. "Ice cream is like boyfriends, they come around when we want them, come in different varities and when we are done or sick of them, we can put them away or throw in the trash," she explained, smiling before she put a pinkie into the carton and wiggled the gooey ice cream in front of his face before sucking on it. Ice cream could be better than sex but sex could not eat her out or make out with her but if a scientist ever came out with a ice cream boyfriend, Shah would be the first one in line to buy one of those men and not even leave the building before she fucked it.<br><br>"I bet you never seen a female actually eat whole foods in front of you. Maybe had a few bites of something but I can take a guess and say most of those groupies rather eat cock than eat a burger to ruin their anorexic figure," she contested, smoothing a hand over her own curves. Shah loved the way she was. She might not be skinny as a twig but she was not elephant or beached whale. Shah had her pies, thighs and oh my's, well that is what Chucky continued to mention even with the surgery scar on her side. The surgery scar never hindered her sex life but she sometimes wondered if guys closed their eyes or bent themselves over her so there was no risk of seeing the wicked scar.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>10-02-2009, 23:51:16</strong>
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				<strong>“Women like her aren’t so picky. Guess that’s why she chose me. But she gets her hooks in and she doesn’t let go”</strong><br><br>Yeah he knew about the stereotypes of women and ice-cream. Emphasis on the world stereotype. Sure some liked it, hell, some loved it. But it would be the same as saying there’s some deep down connection between men and beer. There wasn’t. They just liked it, everything else was over romanticism by people who desperately searched for meaning in their lives. Fuck it, even if there was some special connection, he’d never seen anyone, male… female or fucking alien, suddenly throw down all their things and start scooping it out with their hands. That… that was just weird… and pretty fucking funny to be honest.<br><br>As she spoke to him again, one finger wiggling in front of his face, he once more lit up, before holding the smoke out in front of his face, seemingly concentrating very hard on it, face screwing up slightly, the smoke coming from it wreathing around him.<br><br><strong>“Girlfriends are like cigarettes. They’re hot, burning, addictive and they’ll make you weak and kill you eventually. But, when you’re tired of them, you flick them away, stub them out or grind them underfoot.”</strong><br><br>No, he didn’t believe that to be true in the slightest, but if she could do it so he could he. To further the effect he took one long last drag before flicking the smoke down, his boot grinding it down. He chuckled again at her last comment, a dismissive tone in his voice.<br><br><strong>“Shah, you really have the strangest fucking views on women and Charming I’ve ever heard. It’s not like the whole female side of town consists of whores and strippers. We got our fair shout, but this is a working class town based on manufacturing and shit. It’s pretty much normal small town America babe, with the women to match. Not being a stick insect doesn’t make you special here Shah.”</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>11-02-2009, 00:12:40</strong>
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				She continued down the street with Jax, ate her ice cream and let Jax smoke himself to death. His ass was going to an early grave and she even guessed he might end up with throat cancer or lung cancer before he turned thirty-five. In this business, a person lived young and died young but for Shah she planned on dying when she was in her eighties. Bet she had thirty more years over on Jax. Good thing he did not live in San Fran or she might have given him a nice ride towards the Bay Bridge and knock his ass over it.<br><br>Nice, Jax really dug himself deeper and deeper into a hole where she would bury his ass. He really was someone she truly hated. Truly and absolutely hated beyond a shadow of a doubt. A small mind to go with the small dick she bet he had. Someone like him needed to be neutered along with Tig. No matter, just one week of his shit and she never had to see him again unless there were gatherings. Even then, she would stay away from him and Tig and be on her way. Even thinking about it, she rather sleep on the couch than to be anywhere in a bed she bet was riddled with crabs. <br><br>"Thanks, Jax for the advice, " she muttered ending anymore conversation with him as she put down her carton to put her Ibuds into her ears. She switched from Seether to a band that was local in Los Angeles called 'Dirty Sanchez'. First time she heard the band's name she thought someone was fucking with her but it was a true band that had funny as hell songs. Her favorite song was 'Fucking On The Dance Floor' and her second favorite was 'Really Rich Italian Satanists.' Shah listened to her first favorite, swinging her hips a bit and ignoring Jax's presence for the moment. Yep, this fucker was never going to be anything than a means to an end and someone to put up with until someone took his ass out. Hopefully he took himself out with his smoking. <em>Keep smoking, asshole. I want you to die of lung cancer so I never get the urge to put a bullet in your brain.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>11-02-2009, 00:36:35</strong>
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				Oh, she was putting on a damn clinic on how to make friends and influence people. Seriously, her conversational skills would have left a talk show host breathless. As we all knew the best way to keep up social skills was to plug in your headphones, dance to your own tune and pretend the person walking with you didn’t exist. Hell, it was almost as if she didn’t like him…<br><br>…No, she didn’t like him…<br><br>In and of itself that wasn’t an issue. He didn’t really dislike her, but she certainly wasn’t getting a Christmas card. He got the feeling she expected men to pretty much roll over when they met her in some strange combination of lust, appreciation and pure worship. Hell maybe not just men, anyone she met. Fuck that. He wasn’t some puppy who’d play for her. He’d known enough smart, beautiful and fucking badass women in his time… hell, his fucking mom had most of those bases covered… and while she wasn’t patched in, everyone knew the shit she pulled. So no, colour him unimpressed.<br><br>Very unimpressed.<br><br>One of the things he’d questioned her on, one thing she’d said she’d do was adapt. As a Sergeant at Arms you had to travel to the other Chapters and make a pretty good impression on the people that mattered. Now, he doubted any other Chapter left Tig anywhere near their women or even particularly liked him, but the guy did have a talent for at the very least not putting his headphones in and ignoring the VP, a lesson that seemed to have slipped Shah’s mind. Hell, Tig didn’t like Jax and Jax didn’t like the bastard either, but they could walk to a fucking bar and spend the night without getting into a slanging match and then just blanking the other.<br><br>So right now it looked like Shah, for whatever other skills she had, was pretty much incapable of actually talking to anyone who actually stood up to her and who wasn’t immediately blown out of their boots… and biker boots tied up tight… and that was a real issue. A real fucking issue for the Sons of Anarchy as a whole.<br><br>So along he walked, carrying her shopping as they made the short journey back to the Clubhouse, as odd a couple as you’ve ever seen.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>11-02-2009, 00:56:34</strong>
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				True. She did not like him. Not. One. Fucking. Bit. He was someone she could barely stand but put on a face because she was in his territory. Not like she wanted him to kiss her feet but the way he treated her since first meeting her was not what she would have done if he came to her chapter. Shah would have welcomed him, offered him a beer, even ask if he needed something to eat or have a female pleasure him. With Jax, he had insulted her, angered her and frustrated the fuck out of her. Overall, he was a shitty host.<br><br>Removing her buds from her ears, she looked over to him. "I am going to sleep on the couch, you can have your bed. Wouldn't be right for the VP to have a crick in his neck," she replied without anger but more tired and over this whole Jax shit. Jax was just one guy in a line of men who were just going to be assholes but she needed to stop acting like them as well. Shah knew better than that. She had to calm herself down on the anger stuff and she needed to take her second set of vitamins. The two might not like one another but she would bite her tongue and get through this. She had to get through this in order to get her Sergeant's title. <br><br>It was hard to say this but she had to because he had done a good job. "Thanks for helping me out with the bags," she whispered before she thanked Half-Sack for opening the door to the clubhouse. The members rejoiced to see the food and supplies had arrived. Thankfully Tig was not here but she noticed a few of the guys were in a state of undress as if waiting to get their shit and head back to the rooms. She let them have at it with the bags as she took her own to lug towards the muddy couch. Some Clorox wipes she bought would do the trick. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>11-02-2009, 02:06:59</strong>
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				<strong>"Nah, take the bed. I've slept on worse than the coach, and that's when there has been a free bed. Hell, it'll take me back to the old days."</strong><br><br>That wasn't exactly true, but the bed had been offered, and while he could be convinced otherwise, he wasn't going to take it straight back. Hell, Tig may come wandering back in, still blazing drunk, and Shah crashed out on the sofa wouldn't have led to the best of scenes, for either of them. Not likely, but a risk anyway. 'Sides, despite everything else and despite the way he often acted and appeared, he was at times a bit of a gentleman.<br><br><strong>"No worries, easy enough to do."</strong><br><br>He places the bags down, letting the others fight through them as he grabbed another beer from Half-Sack, opening it and collapsing down on a stool next to Blank, pulling the puggle up onto his lap and idly stroking his hair. It looked like this thing was starting to die down now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>11-02-2009, 03:32:39</strong>
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				Hearing Jax's words, she went back to put her stuff back in the room but she was going to sleep on the floor rather than on the bed. Searching through her own store bag, Shah grabbed the necessary items needed to get her hair dyed tonight. Leaving Jax's room with the stuff, she headed back out into the main room to excuse herself. Her eyes could see everyone was shuffling back to their bedmates and she was fine with that. Only Half-Sack seemed to be up other than Jax with Blank in his lap. She slide the box of clorox wipes to get rid of the mud from the couch.<br><br>"Going to be outside hosing my hair down, the peroxide is fucking strong&nbsp; and I do not want to irritate Blank's nose," she explained as she headed outside of the club, stopping as she removed the card from her back pocket. She slid it down the bar, having no need to talk to June at all. "Burn it, take it to Clay but I have no use to call that cunt." With that, she left the clubhouse to use the outside tap she noticed when she first arrived at the club house. Shah planned on hosing her hair down, putting the peroxide along with the rest of her assembly and in a good hour have raven-black curls.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>11-02-2009, 13:50:15</strong>
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				<strong>“Yeah, he’s a sensitive little creature.”</strong><br><br>Jax stroked Blank’s head with something resembling affection as he continued to sip at his beer.. Whatever else he thought or happened, the little dog had been a wonderful idea and a generous gift. He had no doubt Abel would love Blank… but then fuck it, he loved the little dog, even if he did have a tendency to run amok at times. He called out again as she left, catching the card with one hand.<br><br><strong>“Clay left the instructions for tomorrow out on the bar if you want to pick them up and give them a look over. Very standard run really, shouldn’t be any trouble.”</strong><br><br>He idly glanced at the card, nothing they didn’t know already but he’d pass it on to Clay. He’d want to know June was trying to get her claws into Shah. He’d leave his queries as to whether she already had her claws in till he could say something that wasn’t just conjecture and coincidence. So he just kept sipping at his beer, enjoying the bitter taste and pondering the events of the day.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>11-02-2009, 15:25:36</strong>
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				Shah would look over the instructions as soon as she had the new raven locks. Outside the weather was a bit warm not at all the light wind produced in San Francisco even on the hottest day. Charming was no where near any ocean to bring down the temperature while San Fran was situated next to one to make even the highest temperature feel like a light one. She thought about the weather as she removed her jacket, tucking it into one of the window's black bars. The process of dying hair was simple once one got the hang of changing hair color several times. For Shah, this was the ninth time she would color her hair a different color.<br><br>"Put on the beautiful cap," she whispered twenty minutes later after she quickly put the last bit of foil in her hair. All she had to do was mix the peroxide and the hair color she needed together giving it a deep black color before applying it to the roots and working done. There was no mirror about but she used the reflection of the lighted windows and her own tactile fingers to go by on where to put the brush towards. After putting in the last foil, she covered it with the shower cap to speed up the process, leaving her to think of what might go down this week. She knew she had to chill on icing Jax and she would because if not, she might end up actually going to prison for murder or six feet under if she harmed him. Such as life giveth, it taketh away if she fucked up.<br><br>She checked her leather watch every few minutes to time how much longer she needed to wear the cap. Whenever she dyed her hair, Shah was always excited to see the results. There were a few bad dyed jobs she had given herself resulting in greenish-yellow hair and a flaming pink which looked more like pepto bismol. With black, there really was no fuck up's involve because she either got black or a deeper shade of black and that is what she wanted the most. Reciting a few memorable lines from movies helped to pass the time, posing in the infamous shot of Al Pacino's characterization of Scarface as he held an AK-47 and started to shoot up his fucked up mansion. It was either make a fool of herself by reciting movie lines or take a nap while the dye set it and the risk was someone sneaking up on her, mainly Tig if the slimy bastard came back for another round.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>11-02-2009, 19:51:16</strong>
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				Jax didn’t really do much in the time Shah was out. He reflected a bit on the day, on his first meeting with the girl in San Fran, on the odd sniping comment from both side, on Tig, on his suspicions. On what tomorrow held and what tomorrow would show about the future of the Sons of Anarchy. On women, those he liked and those he hated… even those he felt both about… and those he wasn’t sure of yet. Jax wouldn’t exactly be your stereotypical introspective person… in fact he’d be the last person you’d look at and go “that bastard goes on great bouts of self-inspection”… be he did. He considered and he thought, a keen intelligence hidden behind a rough exterior and crude mannerisms.<br><br>So Jax pondered and thought and, as is often the case with such things, couldn’t work out a fucking thing.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>11-02-2009, 20:50:29</strong>
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				After a good thirty minutes reciting movie lines and reenacting a few of the scenes, she finally sought to remove the hair cup. Bending over, she removed the cap beneath the spray of the outside hose to take out the peroxide and hair dye. With her combined shampoo and conditioner on hand, Shah gently washed her hair out, fingers massaging the roots to pull out extra dye that might end up on her clothes or towel if she were to take a shower. Usually it stained her towel after the first shower but it was only small spots after that. <br><br>Shaking out the water from her hair, Shah snatched up one of her own towel to get rid of any spots around her forehead, ears and neck. The cotton swabs rubbed with vaseline helped to keep the dye from staining her skin, always thinking of making her dye job looked as real as possible. "Tada," she announced a few minutes later as she re-entered the club house with her new hair color. She lugged the small bag of items and placed it on to one of the bar stools. Her natural curls would set in once her hair dried properly and she needed to place a towel beneath the make shift pillow Shah made out of her clothes. Half-Sack whistled and blushed to see the new black hair and Blank seemed to enjoy it as he barked and wagged his tail in Jax's lap. <br><br>"I think Blank thinks he is your mom," Half Sack murmured, having noticed the dog kept looking around for someone and when Shah entered, his eyes lit up and body started to shake a bit. The Prospect wondered how Jax might take the fact the dog enjoyed her presence just about the same as it did Jax's own.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>12-02-2009, 01:20:35</strong>
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				<strong>“You look good.”</strong><br><br>That was 100% honest. She did look good. Damn good. For a DIY dye job it looked pretty much perfect, and Jax had seen some terrible dye jobs in his time. He’d glanced over as she walked in, taking another sip of beer.<br><br><strong>“Even from this distance it looks virtually natural. Nice work.”</strong><br><br>He chuckled at Prospect’s observation, rubbing Blanks head and the little dog got more vigorous and active. Blank liked Shah at least as much… if not more… than he liked Jax… perhaps it was merely that she’d spent more time with him than Jax, perhaps she had a better way with animals than he did. One of life’s little mysteries.<br><br><strong>“So, what does that make me?” </strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>12-02-2009, 03:25:35</strong>
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				A surprised to hear him complimenting her dye job but she took it as maybe a good sign that the two were not going to argue all damn week. Being able to take him nagging was fine with a day or two but a whole week of him bitching with her? Nope but it was nice to see him holding out a olive brance towards her. Shah would take it and see whether she might hit him upside the fucking head with it. "Thanks," she whispered, settling herself next to Jax to reach over and stroke Blank beneath his chin. Her hair dye would stick for a few months unless she wanted to change it. Shah might but the way it looked, might stick around for a bit. <br><br>The little runt yipped and tried to do another feat of jumping off of Jax but she shook her head as a sign for the little puggle to stay where he was. Smiling, she thought about what Half-Sack mentioned and laughed a bit. "The dad, Jax," Half-Sack answered, looking from Shah to Jax and stepped back. Hmm, he had noticed those two were at each other's throat but his mother told him before she passed away that the two people who fight and hate one another secretly are meant to be together. God only knew what he wanted to do with Shah and Jax but maybe it was a good thing Shah came around if only to put Jax in a better place to be open to more people in the clubs. Slowly, he slipped towards the end of the bar to give them a chance to idly chat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>12-02-2009, 18:32:22</strong>
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				Jax laughed again, continuing to pet Blank, however hard the little puggle wanted to desperately escape and jump into Shah’s lap. Hell, couldn’t blame him really… she smelt nicer and almost certainly was more comfortable.<br><br><strong>“So Shah, Blank and me… what a happy family.”</strong><br><br>He chuckled once more at the image of the family photograph they’d get… although the image did have Blank in a mini Sons of Anarchy biker jacket that may well have been blasphemy but was still adorably cute… which made the image far more tempting. Hell, it wasn’t too unlike your standard family unite… two parents who didn’t like each other and sniped all the time and a kid that just ran around and got into trouble. Sure, there’s may have a slight bit more violence and bad language… but it wasn’t that different. It was a strange thought, and one that seemed slightly comforting. How fucking weird. As Half-Sack moved to the other side of the bar his voice dropped slightly, face turning to look directly at Shah.<br><br><strong>“Sorry if I was a bit abrupt earlier. Honestly, it was a fucking shock seeing you stood there on the wharf when in our minds we had you pictured as pretty much Tig version 2.0.” </strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>12-02-2009, 18:49:12</strong>
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				Half-Sack watched the two interact as he washed down the other side of the bar. He wondered many things over the past few months of being a Prospect to SAMCRO. Now he thought about where those two might head off in. Mom always said that opposites attracted one another thinking of how Gemma could bring Clay back from the edge of something and then let him go and start trouble when it was needed. Wonder what Shah would be to Jax? <br><br>Shah continued to stroke Blank behind the ears, smiling at the little guy all the while. She almost forgotten the little SoA beanie one of the Prospects made for Blank. It was like any other beanie but had two holes to slip his ears through. The beanie was still in her hat and she would take it out before she headed off to bed to hand over to Jax. An image of Jax, his kid, Blank and her rose in her mind. Interesting sight to behold considering how much they snapped at one another today but it amused her for a time to even contemplate Jax and her making a family. <br><br>Shaking her head, Shah chuckled at the thought of becoming another Tig. "It's alright just that you surprised me too by how easily you became offended that I was not a guy. SoA accepts all ethnicities but maybe it is still taking its time to accept all genders," she commented, bending over to kiss the top of Blank's head. The puggle came up to try and bite at her chin playfully, laughing all the while. He was too cute and she might go out and buy his sister to have someone to play with whenever she had to come back in for meetings and such. On that note of what might happen to Blank tonight, she leaned in closer to Jax to let him know that he should really take the bed because she usually slept on the floor and be a mess if she stained his sheets with her hair dye.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>12-02-2009, 19:29:54</strong>
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				<strong>"Yeah, we're a macho bunch. There may be other groups who have patched in women, but there's none around here. Just a bit of culture shock I guess."</strong><br><br>He laughed yet again... he seemed to be doing that a lot now... as Blank jumped up at her. Hell, maybe they could all learn something from the little bastard.<br><br><strong>"Well, looks like you've got at least one big fan here..."</strong><br><br>He nodded as she spoke, a slight questioning... or was it concerned... or could you really tell... look flashing across his face.<br><br><strong>"Hell, I'm not going to turn down a bed if it's offered babe. How come you usually sleep on the floor?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>12-02-2009, 19:40:11</strong>
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				"Men, men, men, manly, men, men," she sung of the classic Robin Hood: Men In Tights with Carey Elwes movie. That had been one of her favorites movies starring Carey Elwes but Princess Bride kicked ass. Though when he was in Saw, showed another side of his acting abilities. She continued to play with Blank who grew even more anxious to jump into her arms. Well, if Jax took him up on her offer than she would let him sleep next to her on the floor.<br><br>Smirking, she pointed to her hair and pressed a finger to the roots before showing him the slight stain on her finger. "Would you really be happy if I stained your pillow with hair dye?," she asked, smiling as she threaded her fingers through her hair. Her hair was starting to dry and her natural curls slowly were setting in but the hair dye was still wet and ready to stain anything for tonight. Once she took a shower tomorrow, the dye would no longer be a problem of staining clothes, bed sheets or her skin. <br><br>"Plus, the sleeping on the floor reminds me of my bed in San Fran. I managed to break the box spring beneath it during a romp and I have yet to get a new box spring so I have had my mattress on the floor for a while," she commented, smiling at bit at the memory of breaking it. She had be stupid to think two people jumping on to a bed together would not cause any damage. Oh how wrong she was when the frame cracked and broke beneath the pair's weight. The two still continued to go on with their fuck fest but when morning came, she asked the guy to take the box spring to the garbage before he left for work.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>12-02-2009, 20:36:33</strong>
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				Yet again, for perhaps the dozenth time in these last few moments he chuckled again. His face had definately broken out of his standard grim scowl, humour and enjoyment clear on his visage.<br><br><strong>"Fuck, wouldn't be the worst thing that's been spilt on there..."</strong><br><br>Living in the Clubhouse did have its benifits, but also had some clear problems. Drunk members staggering back and passing out there... the odd member *cough cough Tig cough cough* who had taken a wrong turn and thought it was the bathroom, spilt beer and vomit. Jax may not keep the place tidy, but he generally kept it clean, a fact attested to by the many hours he'd spent cleaning the place. Oh the stories that place could tell of life in the Sons of Anarchy.<br><br><strong>"Must have been a pretty hardcore romp... could either of you walk in the morning?"</strong><br><br>Jax tried to deal with the image of a bed suddenly breaking under him in the middle of sex. Fuck that would be strange. Hell, he may even stop and laugh his ass off for a couple of minutes... then again, he may just continue on. Flickering into that mental image was Shah being his partner, either under or above him... an image that while not entirely unpleasent he really needed to put of his mind. He had enough fucking women trouble already without throwing this shit in. Anyways, if she was going to fuck anyone he thought it would be Opie... and the guy deserved that... no way Jax was going to step in. Fuck it, she didn't really like him anyway.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>12-02-2009, 20:55:39</strong>
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				It was nice to see Jax smile if only it was once in a blue moon. Still, whe he smiled and laughed made his face break out of the damn scowling and frowning. The man was going to give himself permanent frown lines if he continued on that path. With Shah she smiled, laughed and sung off key until her club members told her to shut the fuck up or dance for them. She always tried to dance like a B-Girl but somehow she ended up on the damn stripper pole installed in the SAFSOA club house and made a few bucks on it.<br><br>Laughing, she remembered hobbling a bit and she let Jax know that. "Though I left him some bite marks and scratch marks on his back to remember me by," she replied, a knowing smile coming over her face. God, talking about sex with men could make a regular civilian nervous and shy. However with Shah felt normal and at ease to talk about it with other members in the chapters. Daddy, on the other hand, grew uncomfortable and changed subjects when she brought up sex and at times he wanted to meet the lovers in her life to make sure they were treating her right. It made her happy at least that he cared enough about her well being rather than how much money she was bringing into the club.<br><br>"I think Black is trying to tell you something," she whispered, nodding at the yawning puppy who opened it's mouth and stuck out as the pink tongue while it gave itself a big yawn. She yawned as well before she took a look at the clock over the bar and noticed it was close to midnight. "Time for this Cinderalla, haha, yeah, me Cinderalla to go on to bed," she replied, stretching and scratching her belly. Shah asked if he was cool with her changing in the room unless it was better to change in the bathroom. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>12-02-2009, 21:32:21</strong>
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				His eyes rose slightly at the mention of bites and scratches, the knowing look of someone who had been there. He remembered the mornings after the nights before, where what had been a pleasureable sensation during the heat of passion started to throb and get irritating... sometimes even painful. Hell, it was still a trophy mark in ways... although Chibs comment that it was the same as a cat pissing on its domain to mark the boundaries took some of the glamour off it.<br><br>As she pointed it out his eyes flicked up to the clock, nodding as she said it was probably time for bed, as even Blank's energy started to droop. Good humour filled his voice as he responded to her being Cinderella.<br><br><strong>"Yeah, you'd better run. It'll hit midnight and you'll turn back to the mild mannered librarian we all know you secrety are, you Reading Rainbow you..."</strong><br><br>Yes he was slightly mocking, but it was good-humored, a nice mocking...<br><br><strong>"Wherever's easiest for you. You've got the mess in the room, but there's a good chance one of us has pissed all over the floor in the bathroom."</strong><br><br>Yeah, that was probably true...
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>12-02-2009, 21:46:52</strong>
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				Laughing when he joked about her secret nickname, she pretended she was reading a book and pulling down an imaginary set of glasses. "Sir, there is no talking in the library," she replied before she burst into laughter and yawned soon after. It was a surprise she had not brought him into another fight but she bet it was the tiredness and the fact he had meant it in good fun that gave her no reason to snipe at him. However, Blank was continuing to yawn and whimper for someone to coddle him.<br><br>When she bought him the first time he had been scared to sleep alone. Still was and something she needed to tell Jax in case he gave it to his kid. Blank knew when not to get on people and with Abel he would learn that the baby might not be up to being nibbled on like a chew toy. "I actually bought you a few things for Blank including a small bed for him to get into," she commented, kissing Blank once more on his head.<br><br>At the mention of piss being left in the bathroom, she opted to use the bedroom to change. As long as Jax was not uncomfortable with it she was fine with it. "Then the bedroom it shall be because I am not up to washing my feet because someone could not piss in the bowel instead of the floor," she commented, getting off of the bar stool and rubbing her belly. She had eaten quite a few but in Jax's bedroom the rest of her food supplies were there for a late night snack including her mint chip ice cream. "Lets put the baby to bed before he drools all over you, honey pie," she teased as she walked off to change in Jax's bedroom.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>12-02-2009, 22:14:26</strong>
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				<strong>"Fuck, if you were a librarian I think you could keep it the quietist library the world has ever seen. And fuck knows what the punishment for late returns would be..."</strong><br><br>He nodded as Shah said she'd got some stuff for Blank. It was a good idea, showed a decent amount of forthought. Tick that box. Jax wouldn't lie... he'd never really thought about doggy beds and if dogs needed them before. Learn something every day, don't ya? Suddenly another thought flicked through his mind, his memory unable to give him an answer.<br><br><strong>"Did we get dog food?"</strong><br><br>He smiled as she mentioned she'd change in the room and the reasons for it. However far evolved we were, men seemed unable to consistantly keep their aim straight when it came to taking a piss. He was grateful for the thick leather boots he normally wore, there was no doubt about that. He chuckled yet again at her last comment... a talent she seemed to have.<br><br><strong>"You talking to me or the dog?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>12-02-2009, 22:26:04</strong>
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				"If I was not for SAFSOA and SAMCRO, it another life I might have been a librarian," she confessed as she opened the door and left it open for Blank and Jax to follow. Her pajamas were waiting for her on top of her book bag to change into. The pajamas simpled consisted of a 2X white shirt, running shorts and socks. Usually she went to sleep in her underwear, bra and socks but since Tig might be around she was not taking any chances.<br><br>Shah nodded at his question of whether there was dog food for Blank, having managed to buy some dog food before meeting Jax and buying a few baby bottles at the store to nurse Blank a bit. The little guy still needed to be on dog formula but a few more weeks and the puggle could start in on water. She went about divesting herself of her leather jacket, boots and jeans, walking around to put together Blank's forumula. Shah bet he would find it natural for an almost clothed female to be walking around in his room only this female was not one of his bedmates.<br><br>"You can take it anywhere you like with it, either you are the one being put to bed or you are the honey pie," she teased, smirking as she closed the bedroom door, shutting the three of them inside. She headed over towards her duffle bag in the corner having set up a floor bed for herself. Searching through her things, she placed on the bed, dog food, a bowl to put it in, a clean baby bottle, blanket, dog bed, the beanie for Blank and of course a water bag. Blank for a small puggle did not have a lot of body heat and grew cold in the night so Shah devised a plan to put warm water in the bag and settle it in his blankets to hold him over for the night.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>12-02-2009, 23:01:47</strong>
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				Jax was carrying Blank on his shoulder as he followed Shah into the room, watching her briefly before turning to face the wall once she started to get undressed. Jax may not have been a traditional gentleman, but neither was he a leering pervert like certain people he knew. He didn't know Shah well enough that he felt he could watch her as she got undressed... that came with time and trusting each other... and trust was a word Jax wasn't sure about yet...<br><br>He yawned himself, the first time for that. He was more tired than he thought he was... it had been a fairly long day all things considered. He watched as a veritable survival kit of equipment was brought out for Blank... the little puggle got as much care as anyone he'd ever seen... apart from Able of course, but he kept that feeling buried deep inside. I guess it was a benifit of being small, cute and vulnerable. Shah looked like she had a plan, and Jax decided to just leave her to it rather than intefere. He'd help if asked, but for now he contended himself with petting the nearly asleep Blank and counting the dents in the wall. There were far too many to count... the walls could tell a history... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>12-02-2009, 23:20:54</strong>
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				"Done," she muttered a few minutes later as she poured the water into the bag. Since she was not going near the bathroom and glad she had done her business earlier, she would use herself to create body heat or ask Jax to put it beneath his shirt for a few minutes. During the time Jax turned around to face the wall, Shah had gotten Blank's formula ready, bowl of food prepared, his bed set up with the blanket, his beanie out near his pet bed for extra warmth and coolness factor and changed into her night time clothes. All in all she was ready to hop into her floor bed and go to sleep.<br><br>Walking towards the room, Shah placed her hand on Jax's shoulder to turn him around. "Time to put the little guy to bed," she whispered, smiling at the sleepyhead of a dog. He looked vulnerable and too cute for his own damn good. A flash passed over her at the thought of her own child being held in Jax's arms and she had to mentally smack herself for that. Motherhood and her did not mesh well, sure she was a kick ass aunt to her 'nieces and nephews' the members had but being pregnant did not appeal to her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>13-02-2009, 00:02:34</strong>
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				Jax turned as a soft hand fell on his shoulder, smiling his response as Shah said it was time for the now sleeping Blank to be put to bed. Gently he placed the puggle down into the expertly prepared bed. If this was anything to go by Shah would be a world class home-maker... the martha Stewart of biker gangs. The thought brought yet another smile to his face. He seemed to be getting a lot of images in his head today. It was then that he noticed the beanie. Jax was fairly sure he should have been insulted by the dog having a SoA logo beanie, but right now it was so cute and he was so tired he couldn't muster the strength to be pissed off.<br><br>With Blank safely tucked away, all the preperations taken Jax got himself ready for bed. While he took relatively good care of himself his before bed preperations had always been fairly lax, so all he really had to do was strip down and jump in. That he did, his shoes, socks, jeans, t-shirt and vest joining the heap of dirty clothes on the floor already as he stretched twice, easing his muscles and pulled himself into bed, ready for a decent nights sleep before whatever the next day would bring. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>13-02-2009, 00:17:01</strong>
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				The puggle mumbled a bit and wagged his tail a bit to see the bed had been put at the head of Shah's own pillow. Shah knew the puggle was fine now becuase she was around but when she left she had to show Jax how to get him to adjust to his new surroundings. Even teach him to sleep with him or in Abel's crip without disturbing the baby's sleep. She doubted Jax would enjoy Blank in his bed while he had a female over but Abel would appreciate a bedmate to cuddle up towards. The image of Jax cuddling up to anyone madfe her want to laugh but she curbed it for the moment.<br><br>"Pets should also be wearing logos and represent SoA," she whispered as she placed the small beanie over Blank's head. The dog fussed a bit before he let himself drift off into his world of bitches, dog food and milk. Shah placed the rubber teet of the bottle near his mouth, even placing it between his paws for stability. She kept her back to him as she settled Blank for bed, hearing the tell tale rustle of clothes being removed and thrown on to the ground. "Mind if you have this in your bed for a bit to get it heated up before I give it to Blank?," she asked, walking over to him with the water bag.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>13-02-2009, 01:37:04</strong>
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				<strong>"Yeah, no worries."</strong><br><br>Jax took the offered water bag from her, tucking it into the sheets next to him, lying on his back, arms crossed behind his head looking up the the ceiling. There were two light switches, stratigically placed by both the bed and the head of her makeshift one, so the lights could be tuned out whenever they wished. He was tempted to do it then, but he had no idea how good Shah was in the dark... and considering the mess on the floor there was a slight risk she'd tread on Blank... and that wouldn't be good.<br><br><strong>"You're good with him. Have any pets of your own?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>13-02-2009, 02:21:16</strong>
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				"No, but I am going to call the breeder and buy Blank's sister after this week. Thought I couldn't handle pets but they are like my friends' kids so it shouldn't be that bad," she answered, sitting up on the floor to look over him. Kids that were not her own was fine because she would dote and spoil them rotten but having a kid would be a strain. Not on her life because if she had to she would change it a bit to accomodate children but it would be a hassle on her body. Doctors already informed her that having kids with one kidney was a hardship to go through because it was not just her bodie's toxins that had to be filtered but the babies' as well. It sucked that it might be harder for her to have a little Shah but if it did more damage to the two of them better off this way.<br><br>She looked over to Jax and asked if he had any pets before Blank. "Blank will grow a bit more but won't be bigger than maybe the size of your pillow if you overfeed him. You can train him to also sleep with Abel and watch out for the little guy," she commented, placing her head on Jax's bed as she watched him. From this vantage point, she could see up his nose but she she could also see a bit of what was hidden beneath the sheets. He looked good for someone who had not liked her in the beginning but she knew where not to stick her cunt on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>13-02-2009, 03:04:45</strong>
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				<strong>"That'll be one lucky dog. Honestly, ever decide to kick this in and the librarian thing doesn't work out, you'd be a good pet trainer. Blank really likes ya, that's for sure."</strong><br><br>He rolled onto his side, still warming the water bag, so he he was facing her. The curls had come back to her hair. For a person he thought by be a fucking snitch, she sure was pretty fucking hot. Awkward. Very awkward.<br><br><strong>"Nah, never really had a pet, unless Prospect counts. SoA pretty much took up my whole life from when I was young."</strong><br><br>He nodded at her comments on Blank, a tired sheen coming to his eyes. It would be nice to have a pet like Blank, although he couldn't see himself over-feeding him. Although once again a fairly cute image came to his head of Blank with a ballooned up boy. Cute, but cruel and Jax would never be cruel to the little bastard. The image of Blank as a body guard to Able also brought a smile, the puggle snarling and knashing at any that dared approach. Now that would be a sight to see. A damn good sight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>13-02-2009, 03:14:44</strong>
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				No matter how much she controlled herself from blushing, her cheeks flamed at his words. "Sounds interesting but I like what I have with SoA and writing critiques under a pen name but I think training Blank's sister will be hard stuff," she replied smiling over to him. Blank's sister was a bit more outgoing and could get into trouble if she thought it might end up with her having a good time. Sounded a lot like her as she made circles in his bed with her fingertips. She looked up when he moved, seeing his chest and the line of his throat. Shah enjoyed men's throat, mostly their adam's apple because it was an erogenous zone.<br><br>She had a very bad image of her flicking her tongue over Jax's adam apple as she straddled him. That was very weird and awkward. Mentally, she shook herself of it, putting it to her need for sleep but at this moment, this conversation was keeping her interested for a bit. "I had my first pet, well, I wouldn't consider it a pet because it was my next door neighbor's parrot. That parrot swore as much as a fucking sailor. One of my first teachers in showing me how to put together crude words," she admitted, laughing at how she repeated the words 'fuck you bitch' to her parents who told her to go back and tell the parrot to fuck herself. Most parents would be furious but her parents had been laid-back and taught her to not let the world pass her by. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>13-02-2009, 04:53:48</strong>
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				From what he'd picked up Jax had doubted it was possible to make Shah blush. Turns out that was a lie... and all it was to talk about her being good with animals and she was blushing like a virgin bride on her wedding days. For a second he wondered what others ways there were for him to bring a red blush to her cheeks, but put that thought away just as quickly.<br><br>Another throaty laugh came forth at the mention of the cussing parrot, a small Shah sat at the foot of his perch, eagerly noting down each combination of words, before running back to her parents going "mummy, mummy what does "fuck off you motherfucking sissy cunt" mean?". All he'd had to do was listen in the the SoA who were a constant part of his young life and he learnt a load about the ins and outs of swearing... by 9 he could match the best docker for variety andinventive combinations, however hard his mom tried to housetrain the bikers around him. Eventually she'd given up... or he'd grown old enough that there was no point in protecting him any more.<br><br>He passed the water bag over before another yawn ripped through him. There was no doubting this now, he needed to get some sleep.<br><br><strong>"I think I'm done babe, going to close my eyes and pass out. You have a good night yeah."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>13-02-2009, 05:14:55</strong>
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				Babe? He called her babe to which she put it towards something he usually called females or used that term when he was close to tuckering out. For her, she would be working on her laptop to write back a few emails and check on the status of her dating profile. Yes, dating profile because Shah wanted to see what else was out there other than the usual lot of men and women she found herself going for. Shah hoped there was someone that might take the fact she was in a criminal MC and not complain about the hours she spent to make things run smoothly.<br><br>"Going to check out some stuff on my laptop," she replied, smiling as she accepted the water bag from him. She settled the bag beneath Blank's blankets who murmured something in dog language before putting himself to right in his little corner. "Just going to email some stuff and listen to a bit of music," she commented, settling herself on her stomach before she pulled out her Apple laptop from her book bag. It seemed most of the Apple items she acquired through sexual means but she rarely used her body for rewards. Sure, she tempted a few people, even gave a lap dance in order to have them let their guard down before she put a bullet between his eyes. "Night Jax," she whispered, typing in her password and taking her USB flash drive off of her necklace to get to work.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>13-02-2009, 19:22:06</strong>
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				Jax yawned tiredly and rolled back onto his back, a half mumbled afirmation as his eyes closed and he began to drift. Jax didn't really dream that often, which was a blessing, but for now, despite how tired he was, sleep didn't come easily. Instead he lay there, minds eye working will his lids remained shut, thinking, considering, pondering. Because he had a lot to ponder right now, and never enough time to work it all out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>13-02-2009, 19:36:56</strong>
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				While Jax, slept Shah worked. Night time was the best thing for Shah because that is when she did her best work. While everyone else was fucking and sleeping, she continued to see what could be done to show that she was made for SAFSOA's new Sergeant. Checking her email, she noticed one that came from Chucky. Clicking on the little icon she laughed to herself as she saw a picture of Chucky with Blank's sister, informing Shah that Chucky already knew the female would go back and buy Blank's sister but he was there to get it for her before anyone else took the puggle. "Aww, you damn man," she whispered as she typed back her response, watching Jax across from her having settled herself against a chest of drawer at her back and the light of the laptop glowing over her face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>13-02-2009, 20:45:21</strong>
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				Just as Jax was about to finally give up the ghost and slip in sweet sleep, a faint buzzing started to irritate him. As hard as he tried to ignore it it kept going, getting louder and louder until eventually he clicked that it was Pantera's "Revolution is my Name". Still half asleep it took him a second to wonder why that was playing before it all clicked and with a grumble he realised it was his phone's ring tone. Who the fuck was calling him at this time of night. Sure, he kept strange hours, but most people knew not to phone around this time. Batting the sleep from his eyes he crawled across the bed, the sheets wrapping around him, his hand searching through the bundle of clothes on the floor, the song still blurring out in the tinny sounds even the best mobiles seemed to fill the sound waves with.<br><br><strong>"For fuck's sake..."</strong><br><br>Eventually he found the phone, pulling it out and looking at the caller ID.<br><br>Tara.<br><br>Oh great.<br><br><strong>"What's up Tara?"<br><br>"No, I said I wouldn't be round or call today, I'm doing some stuff."<br><br>"Seriously, I've been fucking busy babe."<br><br>"No, I'm out tomorrow as well. I'll try to call ya, but it's going to be tight."<br><br>"Hey, I'm sorry, but this is the what I do."<br><br>"No, it's not you for fucks sake, but the Sons have something pretty serious going down."<br><br>"No, I'm not with fucking her. Jesus christ, honestly."<br><br>"No, I'm not fucking her either."<br><br>"Hey, stop crying. Please."<br><br>"Listen, I'll call you tomorrow and try to find to some time to meet up soon yeah?"<br><br>"That cool?"<br><br>"Ok, ok. Have a good night Tara."</strong><br><br>The call was terminated, the phone dropped to land on the bundle of clothes, Jax rolling onto his back, hands running up his face and through his hair, a deep breath released as his eyes closed, words spoken half under his breath.<br><br><strong>"Fucks sake"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>13-02-2009, 21:03:55</strong>
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				Rubbing at her eyes, Shah assumed the call was for her, patting the floor around her for her other bag. When she heard it was an unknown ring tone, she figured it had to be for Jax. The ringing made Blank shuffle a bit in his bed, leaning over to soothe him with a small diddy Daddy D taught her. People amused her sometimes in how they confused Daddy D and her as relatives. Sure, she had green eyes and the red tint of hair like Daddy D was there to explain he had been born and raised in the Highlands of Scotland before coming around in his late thirties to the Americas. By her own timeline, her supposed dead politician father had to be in his twenties when he banged her mother because he put the pistol in his mouth a few years after that.<br><br>Still, at times the two were eerily alike but Daddy D had features in him that were different from her own. While he had short grey and white hair (pictures of him as a laddie showed he had light red hair), she had blood red hair with curls. His green eyes had several other colors staining his eyes from hazel to black while her own eyes were green as the moss in Scotland. Besides Daddy D whose real name was Thadieus O'Malley would have said something to her if he thought maybe they were related like great-grandfather twice removed on her mother or father's side of the family. However, he never brought it up and laughed it off when it did which made her not go further into it as well.<br><br>Shah tried her best not to listen in but fuck it if it was not interesting on Jax's side. Damn, that was a bad call, Shah thought as she continued to search a few things on her laptop. She might not have heard Tara's side of the conversation but there was sympathy going out for Jax. "How long have you been with your girl?," she asked to get his mind on the good things in a relationship. Shah might not have a good relationship track record but thinking on the good stuff stopped someone from making stupid mistake in the end.<br><br>Nonetheless, Shah had not believe it when she heard the VP was somehow settling down with a doctor. Men of Mayhem usually had a hard time relating to civilians unless it was people who were in the circle of SoA. In the circle, people knew what the lifestyle was like and find ways to cope with the loneliness when the members went on runs or headed off to jail. She guessed Tara had no clue how to go about dealing with this if she was calling in the middle of the night for Jax. <em>Poor son of a bitch, he must be with a needy bitch,</em> she thought before she saved her word document.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>13-02-2009, 21:26:30</strong>
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				Jax ran his hands through his hair again, glancing down to Shah as she spoke, the look on his face strange... a mix of sadness and contemplation... perhaps just confusion, a glance into the heart of Jax so normally protected and hidden far away. His first sentence had a defensive tone, but as he continued to speak it loosened up, more open, less offputting.<br><br><strong>"She's not my girl."</strong><br><br>A chuckle, not with good humour, but with grim acceptance, a shake of the head.<br><br><strong>"How long I been with her? Forever... and not at all. Fucking high school sweethearts."</strong><br><br>Another chuckle, another shake of the head, a dark smile on his face. The last few words had been said as if they explained everything, as if nothing else needed to be said. Despite that, after a brief pause he continued, secrets revealed, a personal life long guarded now with the gates open.<br><br><strong>"Even thought of marrying the bitch. Then she fucked off to med school. Came damn close to the fucking cliche "The Sons of Anarchy or me". Never quite asked, but I think she wanted to, even if she thought she knew what the answer would be. Then she comes back with some psycho stalker from Chicago and fuck knows what happened from there. It's like there's some fucking destiny saying we should be together, even when everything else tells us both it's complete shit. Yet another thing to add to the long list of personal fuckups I've made or have happened to me. God knows. Take it you've never been stupid enough to have shit like that happen?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>13-02-2009, 22:05:31</strong>
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				Shah stopped herself from clicking her tongue. He had some issues with his lady friend, Tara. From what she got from Jax, he loved and hated that bitch at the same time. Aye, such was love because no one ever truly loved someone all of the time. Hell, she even bet a good chunk of change Clay hated as much as he loved Jax's mother. Poor guy, at least it made him human to know he was more than the asshole persona he put out this morning. He was a human as well and had problems just like anyone else. Made him normal to her.<br><br>"I almost married someone because of love," she admitted, sighing at the memory of Jonathan Myers, explaining to Jax that there were times love could be hurtful but worth it. Jonathan Myers had been a college boyfriend she had let herself have while she worked hard as a Prospect. He was almost the damn All-American Boy Next Door stereotype but he had been her stereotype. Sometimes, when she was alone in her apartment with nothing to do, Shah thought about him. Thought about how things could have been if he had gone through with the wedding. If he never left her at the courthouse with Daddy D and Chucky as two witnesses waiting for him to arrive and be married. <br><br>Just thinking about him right now made her wistful a bit but it also made her angry. Angry that he had overreacted to her lifestyle when one of his friends came to the courthouse to deliver a letter. A letter she still kept to remember that love was fickle but it could be something to have if with the right person. Hell, even Shah it on herself, reaching over to remove it from her book bag. The paper was yellowed and frayed at at the edges. "He wrote: <br><br><div style="text-align: left;"><em>My Dearest Lola,</em></div>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <em>I am sorry but I cannot go through with this. I love you too much to hurt you if I left you while we were married. Why did you not tell me about your criminal life? We told one another everything, our hopes, dreams and even when to have children yet you did not tell me you were involved with Sons of Anarchy. You know what I am doing with my life with becoming a policemen and for you to do this goes against everything I believe in. I love you too much but I know this love will end in us harming one another. Please, forgive me.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Forever yours,<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Jonathan</em><br><br>Shah chuckled at how she managed to keep this letter all this time since it was written horribly but it showed that even she knew better next time around. Last she heard, Jonathan was living in San Diego, divorced and miserable. Nonetheless, she always wondered what might have happened if things were different. However, she did not regret where her life ended up and if Jonathan could not handle it, then she was better off. "Break it down to yourself, can you see yourself with this female, giving her kids and everything else that comes with being a SoA husband?," she questioned, putting the letter away.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>13-02-2009, 23:35:31</strong>
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				<strong>"Damn, you were going to marry a pig? Or a wannabe pig at least? And the San Fran lot were cool with that?"</strong><br><br>He sympathised with her, truly he did. But the thought of a member of the Sons of Anarchy marrying a pig was crazy. Hell, even the most lazy and corrupt pig... fuck that. He knew exactly what you'd get for a suggestion for that suggestion round here... a boot in the ass and a slap round the head, followed by an order that you never talked to the pig again. He couldn't even picture Daddy D consenting to it. Damn, the SAFSOA really were from a different fucking world.<br><br><strong>"Still, that's some fucked up shit. Not even being man enough to talk to you, let alone face to face."</strong><br><br>He pondered her next question, obviously thinking, eyes staring into some far away place.<br><br><strong>"I don't know. Honestly, I don't. After the meth-head and Able I can't see myself being married, can't see myself giving anyone else kids. Perhaps that's just me, perhaps that's just that I haven't met the right girl now. I've got one leg in the young, free and single thing and one in the happily married life, and I like and hate them both. Right now, right here, I don't have a fucking clue. One minute I see it, one minute I don't. Fuck knows. You ever seen youself settled down since that Jonathan dick?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>14-02-2009, 00:10:06</strong>
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				"I actually thought about leaving SAFSOA because even if they are cool with accepting everyone the pig thing was something they were not enjoying. Daddy D was sad but he was not going to take me in if I married Jonathan. One of the reasons they were there was not just because they were going to be witnesses but to say their goodbyes," she explained, running a hand through her hair. A bit of dye came off on her hand but she rubbed it onto her shirt to remedy it. She was fine with getting dye on her clothes but not on her laptop. It had been a hard decision but she guessed outside forces took care of Jonathan because she never figured out who had been the one to let him in on the fact she was all about SAFSOA.<br><br>Either way, it did not matter to her. She was thankful for whoever told Jonathan because it saved her from a dreary and boring life. "I was sad because hell I had gotten myself all pretty in a white silk dress and he never got to see it but it was for the better because I would have left him for the club. Sounds harsh but SAFSOA is like a person I am married to, can never get away from it." It was true. SAFSOA gave her everything she wanted and accepted her for who she was. Yes, her parents supported her but SAFSOA opened another avenue to her life that if she were to die today would be happy for the things she left in her wake. <br><br>Jax's answer did not really surprise her. She had gone through it thought from a female's point of view. With Jonathan she lived one life and with SAFSOA she lived another. It was only a matter a time before both Shah's were brought together though it would have been Lola and Shah. Even Jonathan never knew her real name and when he had, she guessed he knew that even in their marriage she would lie to him. Lie and do everything to keep him away from her true self. The self which was Shah and which could see herself marrying but someone who would understand this lifestyle. <br><br>"That is how someone feels after a lot of shit goes down and I am glad to hear Abel is better now, everyone at SAFSOA was pulling for him and you. Maybe when I get older, I might marry but the person whether male or female has to understand what I am doing will come first before them. It is like one of those white collared jobs like a doctor, firefighter, even a police officer who cannot set aside a pager or cell phone when someone needs help. For me, I cannot shove my duties to the side to please someone else. Jax, Tara might be a good girl but if you really had to think it over, who would come first if something went down. The club or her?," she asked, going on her internet explorer to order a few books online. Yep, she was a damn Reading Rainbow and everyone could kiss her ass.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>14-02-2009, 01:22:02</strong>
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				<strong>“I agree… as I stand now, right this moment if someone asked for Sons of Anarchy or them, it’s Sons of Anarchy. I’d try both, but the Sons come first. For better or for worse my whole life has been SAMCRO and I can’t change that now. Doesn’t mean it’s not nice to sit back and imagine a white picket fence, sitting in a sofa with a pair of slippers on, reading the paper while watching football on the tv. Shit, if it actually happened I’d be bored out my fucking mind in 10 minutes, but it’s nice to imagine.”</strong><br><br>Closing his eyes again, he searched for sleep, but the conversation with Tara and Shah’s words haunted him. He really did have a foot in either camp… the viscous, brutal comradeship of the Sons of Anarchy and the sweet, blissful boredom of life with Tara. Hell, throw in meth-head and Able and he had yet more… dutiful, loving hatred. It wasn’t a life that was sustainable, not one that he could maintain long term. He’d said the truth that if he was forced to choose he’d choose Sons of Anarchy. But that didn’t mean he didn’t want more. Even if it was just turning the Sons of Anarchy, returning them to some of their original traditions.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>14-02-2009, 01:29:35</strong>
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				Nodding, she pulled up a few more windows to get started on ordering things for Blank's sister. She wanted to be prepared even if Chucky offered to buy her the food and water and she could pay him back when Shah got back to San Fran. For her, she wanted the little pup to know that it had a mother and would watch over her with everything necessary. Having kids might not be in the cards for her but she could be mother to a puggle and an aunt to the member's kids. The way the members in her club looked at their wives, husbands and children it made her envious but ultimately it made her happy to see them happy.<br><br>"Some people stigmatized that motorcycle clubs hate to be tied down to marriage but I see it as a good thing. Sure, you might have a nagging wife or a married husband but think about it like this while a hang around will give you a good blow job or a tit fuck will she be there when you are shot and need someone to comfort you? Not really or not any groupie I have seen around. Marriage works because you want someone to have your back not in SAMCRO but at home when you want to forget about a bad job or a shitty meeting and lose yourself in them," she explained, having thought about this for the longest. Hell, Daddy D even offered to front her money to start up a publishing company and put out her own book on love and relationships. Sure, Shah dole out relationship advice while she had trouble making things work. Nonetheless, she remebered the old teaching of if one cannot make it work then teaching it to others was the next best thing. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>14-02-2009, 02:03:43</strong>
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				<strong>"It's not about marriage then is it? It's about having the right person who loves you enough to support what you do without getting involved at all. And when supporting you means letting you ride with the Sons of Anarchy, letting you do the shit we do... that's a fine fucking line. Because if they love you enough to patch you up afterwards, physically and mentally then I doubt they're going to be happy watching you put on the colours everyday and ride out and not get involved at all. That would fucking strain anything. I don't think I could sit there and watch the woman I love do the shit we do, be there for her whenever she needed it and not get involved in the shit. I don't think I could take it. Throw in the shit with Donna... fuck that... fuck that. You find someone like that, someone who'll put up with all of that and it doesn't matter if they have a ring on their finger or not.<br><br>But it never works that way, does it. What we do, that becomes your life. How many real close, and I mean real fucking close, friends does anyone have outside the club? Not people you hang with, not people you'd have a beer with, not even the people who'd have your back in a fight. Your closest, closest friends. Because mine are all here. Because other people don't understand, they don't get it. And you can't explain it to them, you can't describe it. You can say the right words, you can make them picture it perfectly... but they'll never understand... they'll never get it."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>14-02-2009, 02:15:23</strong>
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				How cynical had Jax become? The way he spoke any female would steer clear from him because of how he saw that marriage could never be real without getting involved or somehow being very stupid of what was going on. She knew Sons of Anarchy were not a wholesome and cookie cutting motorcycle club but it had its own values to live by. Never harm female or children, watch another Sons' back. love and respect even if one hated them truly, be for the club and never be a snitch no matter what the end result became of the person. "Then a good thing that all the females who are into this lifestyle like myself are not living in Charming, Jax," she joked, shaking her head. His type of female had to be involved and yet away from all of this. To not let this lifestyle take over and consume their innocence. Where the hell had her own innocence gone? Maybe it was never there to begin with but she had morals nonetheless.<br><br>For her, rings were nothing to her because she could be married or in a relationships so long as the person knew their status with her. "Two people are close to me and they are my adoptive parents. Sounds fucking sad but outside of the club I am glad those two support me but know when not to push. I hang with them and even help out but I know they want the best for me just like a female would want the best for their man. However if you are talking about true friends outside than no one but I came to terms with that, Jax. It does not eat me up inside like it once was. Sure, I might miss out on people but why force someone to be your friend and accept who you are. I rather be alone than to have fake friends who know only the superficial part of me," she answered, nodding. Jax for a male who was in his mid-twenties like herself knew a slew about life even if he kept it inside of him and let it out tonight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>14-02-2009, 03:31:55</strong>
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				<strong>"I think Tig would go crazy if there were more women wanting to join up... not sure he could handle it."</strong><br><br>It's a moment of levity, but one he kinda needed.<br><br><strong>"You're lucky to have them. I didn't choose to join the club... I was born into it. Whole life surrounded by the Club. The closest I've got to acquentences outside are fucking Tara and meth-head... and look how well that's working out. We all have to come to terms with that, and we all do in our own ways. I guess in some ways that does make me lucky... I've never known anything else, so it never really tore me up... I never had to sit there and make that choice... my old friends or the Sons. Always had the Sons."</strong><br><br>He remembered the looks on other kids parents faces when Clay and the gang showed up for children's parties and the like. The Sons may not have been unpopular in Charming, but that didn't mean parents wanted the hard drinking, foul mouthed bunch around their children.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>14-02-2009, 03:38:40</strong>
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				"Either he would want to kick them out or fuck them, maybe both," she joked, shaking her head at the thought. Tig going anywhere near a decent female was a horrible thought. At least the girls' in her chapter knew better than to come near any of the SAMCRO men. Hell, Sonja one of the Prospect females wanted to help her out by using herself as a peace offering but Shah was having none of that. Even though she might be up for whoring out bitches and man hoes, whoring out a good friend to the club and if Sonja fell into Tig's lap, Shah would never forgive herself for it.<br><br>Nope, always had a choice just like any other. Just because someone was born into something did not mean the individual needed to become part of the cycle. That was an invalid excuse especially when it came to families riddled with drugs. A person's mother and father might be on drugs and born into an environment were drugs were rampant but using it as an excuse if he or she fell into the lifestyle was straight bull shit to her. "I think it does tear you up because maybe just maybe you want to have someone on the outside to level you out. Open yourself up to something other the the SAMCRO one," she whispered, rubbing her face as she finished saving another word document and this one she named Jackson Teller. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>14-02-2009, 07:34:30</strong>
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				<strong>"Fuck it, I've got two people on the outside who could level me out... one's a meth-head who nearly killed our son and you heard how the phone call went with the other."</strong><br><br>Another grim chuckle as he delivered that line.<br><br><strong>"Fact is Shah, Charming is Sons of Anarchy through and through. Everyone here knows us, and everyone here knows at least something about us. You may be able to find people who don't know anything about SAFSOA in San Fran, it's a big city. But here, I'm Jax Teller, VP of SAMCRO first, everything else second. And I'm Charming through and through. It would take something pretty hardcore for me to ever leave this place in the long term and as long as I'm here, life revolves around the Sons of Anarchy. And at heart, I'm cool with that."</strong><br><br>A shrug with that last sentence.<br><br><strong>"The Club means a lot, not just to me and the others, but to the town itself. And I enjoy this shit... shit, this is what I live for, this is what I believe, this is what I stand for. It's nice to dream of a nice happy life outside, but in my heart I know this is what I am... it's what I was meant to do. And while I'm in Charming there's never going to be anyone on the outside who's not involved in someway. Fuck, even if met a nice girl, they'd have to deal with Tara, Wendy and Gemma... and between them they'd scare the shit out of anyone who wasn't mental."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>14-02-2009, 07:59:22</strong>
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				Nodding, she listened over his words and let her mind wander a bit. She wondered many things now about Jax and the way he handled his lovelife. He had two women who were trying to pull him in one direction and his mother in a completely different dimension. "Good luck with Tara and Wendy," she replied, knowing that even if she gave him advice they were his ladies' whether one was his ex-wife and one was starting to look like his ex-girlfriend. She could see a break up when it was coming because of the signs. Even if he wanted to make this work the strain of the relationship showed in his words and how he spoke to Tara. Poor bloke.<br><br>"Alright, if you say you have people to level you out, who am I to tell you otherwise? Just a bitch from SAFSOA hear to make Sergeant and get out of your silky man as soon as possible," she commented as she reached over to pet Blank for a little bit. He might not get to see his little sister for a while but she would make sure to send pictures, cheesy as it sounded, but Shah wanted the little guy to see that his family was sticking within the SoA family. Whenever she found herself a man or a woman to marry and settle down with that wanted to have her back in this, Jax would be the first person to put on her wedding list. He needed to see that even with Sons of Anarchy being first to him that there were outsiders who could level a person and want them no matter what the shit the members were involved in.<br><br>Stretching, she checked a few things on her laptop, laughing at an image of Blank's sister snuggling in Shah's own bed. Made her want to aww a bit but with Jax in the room it stopped her. "I think you will find yourself a girl, she may not be wholesome because she has to deal with all of this," she started, waving around herself, "it might not be Tara or Wendy but you will. Daddy D told me something that I will never forget: A woman will catch you when you are down but a real woman will already have set up a pillow and a movie set out when you do fall. Funny but true shit," she commented, smiling to herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>14-02-2009, 21:27:21</strong>
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				Jac chuckled, a bitter sarcastic tone in the snorting laughter.<br><br><strong>"Need more than luck with those two. You reep what you sow, and I sow'ed a fucking lot of bullshit. Every action has a consequence. And too right you're a bitch"</strong><br><br>The last words were teasing once again, a lighthearted tone robbing the harshness that the words held.<br><br><strong>"Fuck, Tara and Wendy would have a pillow and a movie... they'd have a full complementary bar and snacks set up. Next to that would be a fucking ball and chain, and a cue-card for when I have to make sympathetic noises and tell them how wonderful they are. Nah, I'm a clever enough man to see the shit I'm in when it comes to my personal life. Unless the clouds fucking part and the heavens rain down or some shit with either Tara or Wendy I'm caught between them and the club, and that squeezes the space for anyone else. Fuck it, life's not bad now. Hell, got the life others dream of... relative freedom, respect, power. Can't complain too much. I made my bed, now I've got to lay in it."</strong><br><br>He turned to look at Shah as she pottered away on the laptop, the light framing her face, giving her an almost unearthly look and beauty.<br><br><strong>"You ever see youself finding a nice unwholesome man?"</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>14-02-2009, 21:43:44</strong>
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				Laughing at his teasing remark of calling her a bitch, she flipped him the bird and winked at the same time. "At least this bitch knows better than to mess with two females. One of the reasons I am not all the way straight and not all the way carpet muncher. Men can get on my nerves with their he-man tactics but the females talk, talk, nag, nag, bitch, moan, nag and it makes me all too happy I do not throw my whole lot in with either of them," she explained, shaking her head at the thought of going all the way with either sexual being. Men was rough and females were tender. Hell, if she could find that in one person she would sink her nails in and never let go.<br><br>Dragging her fingers through her hair, she was glad to see less dye stained her fingers, wiping it on her shirt as she listened to Jax. Damn, if these women would go that far and yet fail in it, how the fuck was he supposed to really find himself a good female? Though one was his baby's momma she heard stories of the bitch being on drugs while pregnant. The one thing she hated was doped up mothers in San Francisco, made her sick to her stomach how foolish these females were in endangering their child for their next fix. Made her wonder just how strong their addictions were to bring a malformed or addicted baby into this world.<br><br>Glancing away from the image of Chucky holding Blank's sister in his arms while he took a picture with his other hand, she smiled. "What do you mean? Nice unwholesome man can be anyone because I do not discriminate because I can fall for anyone. Hell, I fell for a pig so I can only go up from low set of standards. Hell, I can even see myself being with you which is kind of funny because you remind me more of like an older brother who bitches about his problems but my heart is the one to call the shots even if my mind tells it to shut the fuck up. Though I know there are times when I need to reign in things for the club but think about it: Your heart says one thing but your mouth says another," she explained, nodding at it. She could fall for anyone and anyone could fall for her but she knew her limits. The rules stated never to fuck another members wife or man and since finding out Opie was without either it let her open to explore something with him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>14-02-2009, 22:29:34</strong>
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				<strong>"You don't talk, nag, bitch and moan..."</strong><br><br>The words were almost appreciative, considerate, a represntation that as much as a pain in the ass could be, she was beyond sterotypes... well, beyond that stereotype at least. He chuckled at her comment at starting at the bottom when it came to standards. Tig had described... violently... what he's like to do to June and pretty much every other female officer of the law he'd ever come across, but that sure as fuck wasn't falling. He couldn't even imagine Tig falling for anyone, so perhaps it wasn't the best starting point. Slightly more shocking was his image of her falling him him... now that was a turn up for the books.<br><br><strong>"But falling for someone and finding someone are different aren't they? It's easy enough to fall for some slut or dickhead. It's harder for that to turn into something more, something long term. I mean, I think I fell for Wendy, and I must have fallen for Tara at some point. But does that mean I see a future full of roses and all the shit you're meant to when you've found someone? Fuck that. Falling's easy. Even falling in the long term aint that hard. It's turning simply falling into more than that."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>14-02-2009, 22:57:06</strong>
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				"Aww, thanks I should put that on a bumper sticker," she replied, putting her hands over her heart before she burst into a fit of laughter. Oh, well, she did moan but usually someone was pumping something inside of her or licking parts of her anatomy to send her into a wave of orgasms. Still, not something she was going to divulge to Jax anytime soon. It had been weird that she had said that she could fall for Jax as an example was strange. She thought she would have said Opie but she guessed it was because he was in the vicinity and best to use him that even two people who were from different cities could fall and find something in one another. Still, a weird thing for her to put him in her own speech. Standing up from her position, she walked over and settled herself on the edge of his bed. Better to talk better than having to whisper though she never whispered in the first place to talk to Jax.<br><br>"Depends on the situation, take a look at the pig thing I had. I fell and felt I found someone to share my life with, I was with him for a good year and nobody else in that time. Usually, I have two or three fuck buddies because if one is out of town and another is visiting family, I have the third to fool around with but with Jonathan I did not want to fuck anybody else. Maybe it is different for men and women because for me, if I ever do come across someone I want to bring to the club and patch them in as a serious boyfriend or old lady than it will be a miracle of finding someone to put up with the shit I do." It was true, she wanted in the future to find someone who could handle the lifestyle and still want to be there when she got back from runs or meetings. Might not be this moment but hell, even a hellion like her could still find an angel or two who wanted to be in a relationship with her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>14-02-2009, 23:22:12</strong>
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				Jac chuckled along with her at the mention of the bumper sticker, legs moving to give her room on the bed on the bed as she settled down.<br><br><strong>"But if you bring them in, patch them in, make them a proper member or even a proper Old Lady, then they're in aren't they? They're part of this mess. We protect ourselves by making anyone who joins this life go into the rules, but any proper Old Lady is going to know what's going how, however much we're not meant to tell them. And then they're not going to be able to be away from it if you need space, if you need to bitch. And seriously, can you see your dream partner having to wetnurse Tig if he showed up at your place demanding hospitality?"</strong><br><br>Because Jax's dream woman would pretty much do what Shah did... and an Old Lady couldn't do that...
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>14-02-2009, 23:40:00</strong>
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				Thanking him as he gave her room, she crossed her legs, pulling the long shirt to cover a bit of leg. "Part of the mess but part of the solution in keeping us level headed. Who else is going to have some sense of true reality but one patched in? Sure they know a bit about what is going on but remember that it is always on a need to know basis. Everything else, they do not ask and know that if you want to bitch, they can see where you are coming from than a bitch who tells us that they had a even worse day," she replied, hating how there were males and females who had to have the bigger sob story when the SoA members needed some comfort from a rough day. A SoA member did not need a bitching and whining lover who nagged to be taken out to dinners or spend quality time together. The partner should be fucking happy there was no notice of a death knocking at their fucking door.<br><br>Groaning at the thought of Tig showing up to demand her partner be hospitable would be a nightmare. "Up until now, I knew the members would not try anything funny if they stopped by my house and my old lady or old man was there but throw in Tig, fuck." She leaned over and placed her forehead down on the bed near Jax's leg, sighing. If Tig ever came to San Fran, she make sure her partner was not there or out of town that was a promise she would make to herself. Tig was a brother but it did not mean she had to love this son of a bitch.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>14-02-2009, 23:53:18</strong>
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				He turned to his side as she sat on the bed, one hand on his ear, elbow propping him up, sleep forgotten for the moment.<br><br><strong>"It's the impossible dilema isn't it? We want someone who knows what we do, what we think... but we don't want them to go "Well actually I agree with Chibs, that was a stupid idea..." or some shit. The lady in the street but a freak in the bed bent to the Sons of Anarchy manifesto.<br><br>Listen, Tig is a fucking idiot and I'll give him a lot of shit. But he's loyal to us and to the Sons of Anarchy like nothing you've ever seen. He's a dog, but he's a fucking guard dog, and he knows the rules. He may show up at your place, shit all over the floor, piss on your carpet, eat all your food, but he wouldn't fuck around with your girl. He may try and start shit with your man, but that's just because I don't think he even gets that women can get patched in, so he wouldn't think your man deserves that respect. But he'll learn. He has to. He's not a good man... fuck, none of us are, but it you cut him in half you'd see SoA right through the middle."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>15-02-2009, 00:07:15</strong>
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				She looked up from where she placed her forehead and face to Jax. Lying herself out on her stomach, her legs dangled off of the bed but she was fine with that. "Interesting but for me, I want someone who will not try and use me to give themselves a better start in other industries or to hop onto the next member in the group." Strange, felt as if she was talking to Chucky about her hopes and goals for herself when it came to relationships. Chucky was content in the fact that if a female could get over the fact he held love first for SoA, then he would marry the bitch on the spot. Sure there were females who were down for SoA but in the end it always came up with the dreaded: SoA or Me talk. One hundred pecent of the time it was SoA that was picked over the female or male and the ex-lover had to hit the road.<br><br>Nodding, she took Jax's words and would give Tig a bit of slack but she would keep her eyes and ears open around the male. She was not hopeful to letting him into her home with another female around but she would accept him and make sure he had something to eat and a place to sleep if he needed it. "True plus in the rules if another members sleeps with another member's old man or old lady they are stripped," she commented, placing her chin in her bent hands. "I say you are a good guy all the fighting aside today, you are a good person to have around."
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>15-02-2009, 00:27:48</strong>
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				<strong>"Hell, someone wanted to use me to jump on the next member and there's only Clay... and I pity the poor bitch he tried that with Gemma around."</strong><br><br>He chuckled at the thought Gemma was one serious hardcore bitch in every sense of the word. Fuck, even if Shah, as perfect as she was meant to be, decided to fuck with her he'd still pick his mom. Anyone tried to move in on Clay and he had no doubt they'd be either 6 feet under or on the first bus out of Charming, looking a whole lot uglier within days.<br><br><strong>"Why thank you my dear. I must agree... I fucking rock."</strong><br><br>A boyish grin split his face at that line, seemingly taking the years off him, the worries and responsibility that cave with being VP of the Sons of Anarchy disappearing for that one moment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>15-02-2009, 00:34:04</strong>
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				A few had tried to get with her only to jump start their careers in the porn industry because of the connections she had. Shah was nice enough to help them but had stopped seeing them soon after. She even saw a few determined females to try and get Daddy D to knock them up by any means necessary to have him pay child support. The dumb cunts never knew that Daddy D had his junk sterilized a few years ago to keep from having little Daddy-D's running around from any or all one night stands. She asked him if he had any children at least to take on the family name and he always changed the damn subject to others things. Maybe he had but maybe the kid was unknown to the legacy or the mother wanted nothing to do with Daddy but Shah let the matters drop afterwards with the President.<br><br>"Is it true your mom broke a groupie's nose with a skateboard?," she asked, interested to hear more about Gemma. Shah had not been given the pleasure today to see and meet with Gemma but she had an idea was telling his wife all about Shah being a female instead of a male. Laughing at seeing a young smile appear on his face, she playfully shoved at his thigh. "Don't get a big ego now or I might have to smack you with one of your pillows," she hoked, shaking her head. It looked good to see him grinning like the cat ate the fucking canary. Shah wondered if he ever had the chance to kick back and relax rather than be the VP at all times.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>15-02-2009, 00:46:18</strong>
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				He laughed, a genuine goodhearted laugh speaking of fond memories.<br><br><strong>"Well, there was the one time with the skateboard. And the time she pretty much kneecapped another with a dodgem. Throw in the time she drenched one in scalding coffee and another she left unconcious at a whore-house with a note saying she desperately wanted to join and never leave... with Clay standing behind her to make sure the messege got through. Fuck, even Tig walks carefully around her... I think you'd like her, although she'd hate the fuck out of you for the first few weeks.<br><br>And you wouldn't want to touch the pillows... you don't know where they've been."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>15-02-2009, 00:52:33</strong>
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				Laughing, she was amazed and admired the fact Jax's mother did all of these things. Hell, she reminded Shah of the infamous Queen of the South though that bitch ended up either dead or in hiding. She doubted Gemma would ever hide from her enemies and be out blazing in the war with a hot iron and a skateboard to fight. Send a couple of Gemma clones to Iraq and within three days' time it would be over and the U.S would give a whole month to honor Gemma for helping out. "Aww, good thing that I want to be Sergeant and not another playmate of yours and she might put me on her shit list of those wanting to get near her men," she joked, shaking her head. With the two women Jax had to deal with, she bet good money Gemma was no enjoying the female competition.<br><br>Holding out one hand, she wiggled them to give the effect of her being spooked out by his pillows. "Am I going to find blood, urine, semen and a few questionable other items?," she questioned, smiling all the while. An interesting conversation happening at three in the morning. Shah guessed it was three in the morning. She remembered seeing it was close to two in the morning when she stood up and settled herself on Jax's bed. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>15-02-2009, 01:00:35</strong>
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				<strong>"Lucky you."</strong><br><br>It was half teasing, but half honest. For all the shit he talked about them, it showed both Tara and Wendy to be strong, even in an unseen way, that they were able to deal with Gemma's outright hostility. Few could.<br><br><strong>"God knows to be honest. I've had the room for a while and I've washed it more than pretty much anyone else in the world, but let's be honest here... this is a backroom in the Sons of Anarchy clubhouse... can you see us lot keeping it tidy when no-one was living here full-time?"</strong><br><br>He wondered what the time was himself. The Sons may not wake up early, but if there was stuff to do the next day a full night was required... especially if you were getting observed.<br><br><strong>"You want to get some kip? Getting late..."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>15-02-2009, 01:11:38</strong>
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				"Maybe I am lucky maybe not because if Gemma was my mother in law I might be hanging around her more often," she replied, smiling at the thought of mother/daughter bonding time in how to scowl or give a nice bitch rant to another cunt who tried to take what was not theirs to have. Hell, she wondered how Gemma might deal with the fact that Shah's own adoptive mother was a happy hippie who rant a hookah and smoke shop. If Clay had not handed the file over to his wife, she would have found out on her own about the new female in town.<br><br>She looked down to where she was sitting and knew that she already had herself rolling in germs and she shrugged her shoulders. "As long as there is no questionable liquids than I am good with the sleeping situation," she replied, nodding over to her floor. Yawning, she let him know that she usually functioned on four hours of sleep and a nice cup of hot chocoalte. Shah was one of the few who worked by night and could get by during the day even the day before a job. "This discussion shall continue another time, night," she whispered, patting his leg before she slid off of his bed and plopped herself on to the floor. Somehow Blank managed to squirm out of his bed and slept beneath her own covers. Shah would let it slide this time and settled herself to give him space before she let her eyes flicker a few times.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>15-02-2009, 01:16:20</strong>
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				<strong>"Wow, mother-in-law... it was only a minute or so ago you were possibly thinking about falling for me. You move quick."</strong><br><br>The teasing in the voice was mitigated somewhat by the giant yawn that split Jax's feature and the words as he settled himself into a better sleeping position, making himself as comfy as could be. Sleep would be appreciated... it had been a long day after all...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>15-02-2009, 01:19:25</strong>
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				Laughing, she rubbed a hand over her face. "Why yes, good Jax, I am positively smitten and over the moon about you. I cannot stop thinking about you and you make me want to name our future children already," she called out in a teasing voice, breaking into laughter soon after. Shah in love and wanting to have Jax's kids was a funny thing to imagine. Still, it was something she joked about because the man had more problems to deal with and if she could amuse him to ease some of the tension from his face, then call her Jester Shah. <br><br>Settling on to her side, she brought Blank into the cocoon of her fetal positioned body. Blank yipped and settled closer, feeling his nose breathing on her hand. Such a sweet thing it would be if she were to have children one of these day. Yes, she had a baby and the next minute Jax would turn gay. Like that would fucking happen.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>15-02-2009, 01:48:48</strong>
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				<strong>"Just call the first boy Phil"</strong><br><br>Those were the last word Jax spoke as sleep claimed him, the voice fading with the last word, replaced with the typical heavy breathing of men who somehow managed to not snore, but failed to sleep silently...
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>15-02-2009, 02:15:38</strong>
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				"Only if I can name the girl, Jocelyn," she said as a last shot before she drifted off to sleep. She snuggled Blank close to her stomach, keeping him happy and warm. The little guy was going to find a good home with Jax and his kid. She only hoped no one had the stupidity to overfeed or underfeed him. One thing to see a fat dog but not another if it was a dog showing their bones and drinking out of the toilet to rehydrate themselves. Sleep came to her, a blissful dream where she dreamt about finding herself a Valentine for this weekend and having a ball with that person. Oh how she was unaware of the shit that would go down in a few hours.<br><br>---<br><br>7:00 am, Saturday Morning:<br><br>Everyone looked through the small slit given to them in the black masks. The only way to assess whether or not this bitch was really for SoA and if she was not going to flake out was to do this. If she flaked out and snitched like a canary, they could send her ass packing and not have to deal with her for the rest of the week. However, if she made it, that was if she made it than everyone would have to let her in on the jobs this week. Fuck a few wishes she did not make this out alive but being able to torture information out of her would be a pleasure. Counting off of their fingers until it was to one, they all had a blitzkrieg the room, the door slamming open as they went to take Shah into custody by any means necessary.<br><br>----<br><br>Shah woke up from a start, looking up as she saw a horde of people in black outfits coming at her. A few of them held guns and two held items that made her know that they planned on taking her hostage. "No!," she cried out as she reached over to grab her gun from her book bag. She felt hands grab her legs as she kicked at them, Blank running towards one of the cloaked men to nip and bark. She heard Blank cry out in pain which only made her angry and determined to kick these strangers' asses. Shah managed to grab her book bag swinging it around to smack against one of the assailant's faces. No fucking way they were taking her. She called out for Jax to watch out as she heard the one who she hit curse out in pain and anger. Well, he should be happy she did not blow his fucking brains out.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>15-02-2009, 02:31:31</strong>
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				<strong>"Why are you shout... WHAT THE FUCK!"</strong><br><br>As soon as he opened his eyes, Jax was awake, instinct and adrenaline pumping through him. The sheets that were wrapped around him were thrown up, covering the large man who had seemed to appear from the night in front of him, obscuring his vision and movement, leaving the man no time to react to the punch that immediately followed, sending him sprawling. Jax hadn't become VP just due to his dashing good looks or even his keen intelligence and dedication. No, he'd also got it because he was one mean motherfucker with anger management issues.<br><br><strong>"GET THE FUCK OFF THE FUCKING DOG!"</strong><br><br>It was a strange battlecry, but it was the first that came to his lips. A heap of bodies piled onto Shah, body weight and sheer numbers making up for skill and furious anger as they attempted to drag her to the ground. Another man jumped across, a black hood in hand, desperately trying to fasten it round her head, a zip pulled tight to drag it into place, light stolen, sounds dulled, breathing hard within its dark confines. Two pairs of handcuffs appeared in others hands, one aimed to tie her hands behind her back, the other to tie her ankles together, to stop her thrashing and fighting, this harriden wildcat who was fighting for her life.<br><br>Jax surged forward onto the group, fists and feet flying before the man he had hit earlier, the big nasty motherfucker, steel pipe in hand, lashed him with it, a solid "thunk" as it collided off Jax's skull, the VP sent crashing to the ground, his limbs not doing what he told them too, his head spinning, vision blurred. The man didn't give another look to Jax, stepping over onto the pile of bodies above Shah, the pipe flashing again, a deliberate blow to still her movements, to stop her resistance, to make it easier for the men to carry her bound and hooded body out of the room and to whatever place they intended for her. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>15-02-2009, 02:53:56</strong>
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				Shah went into the one thing she remembered when she had been without weapons. Biting, kicking and twirling her body in different directions to misdirect was the one thing she remembered learning as a Prospect. She fought having one of the assholes grabbing her around the neck knowing he wanted to choke her to death. "BACK THE FUCK OFF OF ME!," she cried out as she snapped her teeth over someone's mouth as he tried to muffle her screams. She heard Jax's own struggled to fight off of these men. Shah tried to figure out how the fuck these men managed to get into the place. Where the others out cold or dead? The other chapters needed to know what was going down.<br><br>Like a fucking banshee she started to become as she thrashed and pushed her body into different bodies. She managed to slam one of the men into the television set, breaking it as their lower behind went through the screen. There were sparks but thankfully no fire to bring the clubhouse down in flames. Fighting and scratching with her nails as she felt three people pile on top of her. The breath left her as she tried to wiggle out from the combined weights. She could not breath, fuck. "GET OFF OF ME! FUCK OFF!!!," she cried as she felt a black bag fastened around her head. She had to calm herself down before she passed out from lack of oxygen. The bastards managed to get off of her back but only far enough before she felt cold handcuffs fastened to her hands as soon as her arms were pulled back. <br><br>When she felt one lean in to grab her ankles, she kicked back satisfied to hear a sickening crunch. The bastard screamed and another was there to finish the job. The slap of a lead pipe came to the back of her head, causing stars to flash before her eyes. She groaned, feeling her body lifted and Blank silenced by somone else. "Leave...the dog alon..e fuckers," she whispered, moaning before she closed her eyes to let herself fall into darkness. She would die with honor and never let their secrets out. Never.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>16-02-2009, 00:23:01</strong>
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				Jax struggled to his feet, head still spinning, vision blurred, just able to make out Shah's bound and hooded body being swung over one of the men in black's shoulders and carried out the room. He surged forward again, fists and feet flying, only to stagger as soon as he moved, before two men hurled him back, pinning him to the wall. Still he struggled.<br><br><span style="font-size: 5pt;" class="bbc_size">"<strong>Jax, chill out</strong>"</span><br><br>He snarled into the blank mask of the nearest man, desperately trying to raise his legs to kick out, trying to twist in their grip, the red mist that had descended obscuring his vision.<br><br><span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size">"<strong>I said chill the fuck out Jax</strong>!"</span><br><br>His head whipped forward, attempting a headbut, but he couldn't reach. He pushed, muscles straining, but nothing he could do was getting him free.<br><br><strong>"Stop fucking struggling you cunt!"</strong><br><br>Through the mist he could start to make out things, details where before there had only been targets. One of the men pulling back his mask, a recogniseable face appearing... a face he knew.<br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"Fucking stop it Jax!"</strong></span><br><br>Clay<br><br>Oh you glorious fucking bastard Clay.<br><br>Jax stopped struggling, the first hints of what was going on starting to flicker into his mind. But he'd just been hit on the head, his mind wasn't clear... and he needed to hear it, needed to know.<br><br><strong>"What the fuck is going on Clay?"<br><br>"We need to check, need to know... need to know whether that cunts loyal to the Sons of Anarchy or not. Know that she's not a fucking snitch who'll squeal as soon as she gets some fucking punishment from either the fucking pigs or another gang. So this is it."<br><br>"And you couldn't fucking tell me?"<br><br>"Had to make it look real... can't let her know this is part of her fucking testing. Whatever else happens, the bitch sure can fight."</strong><br><br>Clay rubbed his jaw, before his arm, his leg, his stomach... she'd kicked the shit out of all of them. The next masked man also pulled his mask off. Jax should have fucking known the big man with the pipe. Tig, you absolute cunt.<br><br><strong>"Yeah, but the bitch went down easy enough when I fucking smacked her didn't she? Like a fucking sack of shit."</strong><br><br>Carefully Jax pulled himself to his feet, brushing himself off, the signs of early bruising apparent all over his body. Fighting in your underwear was not a good idea. Not at-fucking-all. Once he decided he was doing ok, he was calm, he knew exactly what he was doing and was rational once again, he turned.<br><br>And punched Tig square in the jaw, spinning the bigger man to the ground and wiping the smirk off his features.<br><br><strong>"That was for hurting my fucking dog you bastard."</strong><br><br>Jax moved round the bed to Blank, who had taken quite a knock in the fight. Still the little guy appeared ok, still growling and bristling. A cursory check showed no serious harm, but Jax continued to pet and stroke the puggle, whispering reassurances in his ear. Tig had pulled himself to his feet and looked ready to repay the favour, but a glance and a hand on the chest from Clay stopped that. Jax glanced round, eyeing the pair.<br><br><strong>"So, what happens next?"</strong><br><br>-----------<br><br>Shah would find herself bound, her hands tied together and suspended from the ceiling, her ankles crossed and likewise tied to the floor, virtually no movement allowed, unable to kick or really twist, the knots tight and inaccessible, virtually impossible to escape. Still the hood remained, her vision and the clarity of her hearing obscured. It would have helped her little even if she could see... a single light shone brightly on to her, but failed to illuminate anywhere else in the room, even a few feet from her being completely shrouded in darkness. Other than the concrete floor, there was nothing she could tell of her surroundings. The cool breeze that fluttered across her would tell her she had been stripped, reduced to her underwear.<br><br>Unable to see, her hearing muffled she would have little warning of the bucket of freezing cold water that was poured over her as a voice rang out, distorted but still commanding, arrogant, powerful.<br><br><strong>"Nice of you to rejoin us Shah."</strong><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>16-02-2009, 00:48:56</strong>
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				The world was not black for Shah. Whenever she was knocked out either by alcohol or a fist fight, she went into a dream like state. These dreams were usually fine to begin with but towards the end dealt with the people she murdered or assisted in being taken out of this world. Shah was not proud of what she did but she did it anyways for the club. She knew there was a difference between killing for the club and killing for pleasure. When she started to enjoy torturing and murdering her targets than it would be the first sign she was on the edge and about to snap. A few former members had gone that route, especially her former old man. He had started to become more and more excited to take a person's life, to be able to slice and dice an individual to pieces was a god damn sexual turn on for them. When he/she got to that point, the club told Shah's heshe partner to take a few months off to get his transgendered head back together. Shah's old man turned old lady never got his head back together and she promised herself never to end up like Waldo/Wanda.<br><br>Now this dream she had involved the latest victim but this time the victim turned out to be Jax. She had murdered Jax and she did nothing but cry over him. Somehow she dreamt of killing Jax who farthered her child because her dream self was a few months pregnant with Jax's baby. Shah had no clue what that part signified but she tried not to think too much about it. Even now as she felt herself being taken away from Jax's room and hearing crashes and thuds going on, she kept promising herself that everyone would be avenged. No one would be left behind in this and she would massacre everyone of these assholes no matter what. Slowly, she let herself rest for she would plan her escape and get the fuck out of whatever she had fallen into. <br><br>Coughing and sputtering, Shah tried to shake the water from her face and found the god damn black mask was still over her face. Her body shivered and tried to regain its body heat as best as it could with the cold atmosphere in the room. She tried to struggle a bit, growling and cursing as she felt her hands tied above her and her ankles hooked to one another. A few more things she realized as she struggle to swing as best as she could though finding it was next to impossible while tied up. One, she was held hostage by a group of covered men who could have taken out SAMCRO members. Two, Jax could be dead as well as Blank which angered her if it came out to be true. Third, she was fucking naked. Well, not all the way naked but she was wearing only her underwear for Christ's sake. Whoever had removed her clothes was going to fucking regret it. <br><br><em>Nice of you to rejoin us Shah</em><br><br>Slowly, she turned her head in the direction of who was talking to her and gave him the bird as best as she could with her hands tied above her. "Fuck off, I got nothing to say to you, asshole," she replied, turning her head away from the voice. No fucking way these bastards would get shit out of her. She might be the only one to survive and they might be planning on torturing her for information but this bitch was not squealing. Shah might have dated a fucking pig but she was not one as well. She heard about men and women taken into custody by different organization to try and get them to say anything reliable about the clubs. Hell, it happened to Opie but he had not been kidnapped and chained up. Still, this group might be part of ATF though the black ops or some other group that was off the government's grid and paycheck. If this was true, then these fuckers could do anything to her in order to get information. This bitch was going to die without ever revealing SoA secrets no matter what.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>16-02-2009, 01:01:18</strong>
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				<strong>"Shaharazad, no real second name... just a series of aliases"</strong><br><br>She could hear the sound of footsteps walking around her, heavy, purposeful, slow, the voice seemingly ignore her defiant words.<br><br><strong>"Became an associate of SAFSAO at a young age before joining the ranks. Quickly moved to a position of considerable respect and power."</strong><br><br>Now a hand reached round to stroke along her body, starting at her waist and round, along her flank, to the small of her back and then onwards to her belly again before pulling back.<br><br><strong>"Known involvement with pimps and madams in San Fransisco, immigration fraud and suspected of multiple murders."</strong><br><br>The punch would come from out of nowhere, virtually silent crashing into her side, just below the floating rib. Had the man walked round? Or was there another in the room as well? It was a powerful punch, a technically perfect punch, full of malicious intent. Would she notice that they hadn't asked her a question yet?
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>16-02-2009, 01:14:26</strong>
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				Aww, how sweet these men were trying to put together an autobiography for Shah. These men should really untie her and show them a few photographs of her youth, well she would do that after she broke their spinal cords and slit their throats for good measure. She listened to these men talking about her, about the things she had done and committed for SoA. Still, she said no a peep, shrugging her shoulders at their statements. Play the stupid card but she bet these men were a bit smarter in being able to see her tattoos and decipher who she was a part of. <br><br>She had the acronym of Sons of Anarchy, S.o.A, tattooed on her lower back, the anarchy symbol placed at the back of her neck, two faded rainbow flags with SAFSOA tattoed inside of the flag, each letter of SAFSOA placed on a different colored line of the flag, and a pair of roses on each shoulderblade to commemorate two significant people in her life. Those roses were just as sacred to her as the rest of the tattoos. Even as she felt one of these bastards stroke along her flesh, goosebumpes of digust rose on her skin. These men would lose their hands for touching her. No one touched Shah with her own permission. Nevertheless, she kept quiet and listened to the voice who laid out her life before her. <br><br>Without even thinking it would happen a punch came, her body arching and gritting her teeth through the deep flash of pain. Her breathing became labored as she kept herself from wanting to curse. These men did not deserve her curses of pain nor her secrets. Her side ached like a bitch and she put good money the rib would show bruising in a few hours or so. Even if she lost all of her ribs to being punched, she kept her secrets deep down inside of her but she began to sing to pass the time. "Tell me who's that writin', John the Revelator. Tell me who's that writin', John the Revelator. Tell me who's that writin', John the Revelator wrote the book of the seven seals," she sung at the top of her lungs just to fucking piss of these men. If she was going to be stuck here, she would make their lives miserable as well.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>16-02-2009, 01:25:54</strong>
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				<strong>"You know God walked down in the cool of the day, Called Adam by his name, But he refused to answer, Because he's naked and ashamed."</strong><br><br>The tone was mocking, finishing the lyrics to the song. The pacing continues, each step still heavy, still menacing. The hand went back to stroking, following the path it had already traced around her body, lingering in it's touch. The goosebumps that had appeared were delightful. A swoosh of air could be heard from her front, the sound of a punch being thrown, enough for her to notice, enough for her to prepare to take the blow as best she. But the punch never landed, instead stopping, while another, silent, sneaking, lashed out to hit her in the exact same spot the first punch had landed.<br><br><em>*Beep Beep... Beep Beep*</em><br><br>The sound of a phone ringing, the rustle as it was pulled from a pocket, the voice fading out, sounding as if the owner was walking to the distance.<br><br><strong>"Is it done?"<br><br>"All of them?"<br><br>"You're sure no-one?"<br><br>"Excellent."</strong><br><br>The sound of a phone being closed, and back to the pacing, back to those heavy steps.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>16-02-2009, 01:47:02</strong>
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				Shah chuckled a bit to hear the next line sung for her. She clapped as best as she could when the stranger finished though it came out with a small clap and her amused to see this bastard knew the song. Showed he knew a bit about the usual songs the MC's like to have on their playlists. Was he part of the gang division and thinking MC's were the same as gangs? Naw, MC's were a bit more sophisticated than gangs and gangs were punks who thought they were OG's with beretta's. MC's were like Scarface and Al Capone without the whole tax problem and coke problem.<br><br>"I'm a bitch. I'm a lover. I'm a child. I'm a mother. I'm a sinner. I'm a saint. And I do not feel ashamed," she started to sing knowing these bastards would not know any Meredith Brooks if she came over to ripped their balls off. She sung this as she felt the same hand stroking and touching her. Shah readied herself the first time and kept herself from wanting to let him know she hated to be touched without permission. Instead, she sung louder and bobbed her head to the words and even moved a tiny bit in her restraints. Her breasts bobbed a bit and hell if they expected her to put on a show, then a nice little song and dance would be the best thing these assholes would get out of her.<br><br>Readying herself for the second punch, she grit her teeth and tensed her muscles for it. She expected to be hit somewhere else but the asshole snuck up on her with hitting where she was bruising. "Oh," she whispered, laughing a bit as she rolled her head into circles. "You know sooner or later that part of my rib is just going to go numb but I am fine with a massage, darling," she teased before she went onto the next lyrics of the song, her voice cracking as she tried to move and not put too much weight on the side that was aching like a bitch.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>16-02-2009, 02:08:59</strong>
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				The mystery second man could finally be heard, his feet walking behind her seemingly passing into the distance. There was no response to the lyrics this time... knowing the words to an Alanis Morissette song should be punishable by death... and of course it was a Alanis song wasn't it... you'd never find her trying to cover someone elses song right?<br><br>The first man stepped forward, directly in front of her. From behind the crack of a whip could be heard as it swung, but at that exact moment a knee came up from the man in front, driving directly into her stomach. Even as the knee landed the whip would crack out, a line of fire sent slicing into her back. This wasn't about getting her to talk... not right now... not straight away. This wasn't really about anything. It was just punishment, just pain. Communication would start sometime. Possibly soon, possibly later. But for not it was about pain. The man stepped back after throwing the knee, the voice from the man behind calling out, equally as cold, equally as menacing, but with a slight conversational bent to it.<br><br><strong>"Do you think you can whip a tattoo off?"<br><br>"I'm not sure. Shall we give it a go?"<br><br>"I think so. What should I aim for?"<br><br>"Say those roses."<br><br>"Left or right?"<br><br>"You pick?"</strong><br><br>The whip cracked up again, lashing round to land on her left shoulderblade.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>16-02-2009, 02:24:44</strong>
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				She let her ears guide her way her eyes were blinded by the dark hood. Even the light she felt was spotlighted on her, assuming there were others in the shdows watching this display of torture. "Go..to he--ll," she gasped, the knee cap finding its way to her stomach. God, she was fucking glad she had not eaten nothing a few hours before this happened and she would have blown chunks. Instead, she coughed and wheezed for breath and asked if he could do be a real man and let her see who was trying to harm her. This bastard wanted to torture her? Fine, but be a real man and let her see who was the person who would die her own hands. <br><br>Shaw hissed and bit down on her tongue hard enough to slice it as she felt her back heat up from the whip. Shah spat out the blood, staining her lips and the area around her. This pain she would take no matter what. She even made herself think it was a session where she was being administered whips by the local Mistresses' in San Francisco. To learn how a submissive worked, she let herself be whipped for a good half hour to experience what a submissive called a 'pain high'. Well, right now she wanted that damn high to get herself from the thought of her roses being whipped off of her shoulders. One rose was in honor of Daddy D who let her bloom from a little bud into a rose in the club. The second rose was for life, the life she almost lost when she struggled to fight through the cancer.<br><br>Now these bastards wanted to get rid of these tattoos and she promised revenge when she was freed. She might die before this was over but fuck it, she could haunt their asses in the next life. "Oh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling. From glenn to glenn and down the mountain side. The summer's gone and all the roses falling. It's you, It's you must go and I must bide," she sung through the pain, gasping a few times as the whip came over her back. Daddy D had showed her well to sing through the pain or even laugh through it. Better to sing and laugh than crying and whimpering little a pathetic pussy. She even arched her back to accept the next few whips, her voice shrilling in the air.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>16-02-2009, 02:38:59</strong>
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				<strong>"Ah, now we're starting to communicate."</strong><br><br>The whip cracked back again, but this time it lashed under her armpit, curling round to strike at her breast.<br><br><strong>"You missed the rose."<br><br>"I got bored."<br><br>"Gives me an idea."</strong><br><br>The first man's voice was close now, right by her ear, the voice breathing in. It was the first question he had asked, the first of what undoubtedly would be many.<br><br><strong>"Now Shah, we are going to whip you. Nothing you say or do can change that. The question is where we whip you. So, you have a choice. Do you want to be lashed on the shoulderblades until we remove the tattoos from your body? Or do you want the strokes to fall on your back? Your choice?"</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>16-02-2009, 02:52:39</strong>
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				Now when it came to her breasts, she enjoyed them. Hated the fact there were a group of men eyeing her sugar tits but as long as none of them tried to feel her up, then she might not try to gnaw her hands off to attack them. Now to feel the whip come around and hit her breast got her blood boiling. If and when she got out of this, she would take someone's balls. The club would know of what was happening even if the death of her and the others was what would band them together for revenge.<br><br>She cocked her head to the side to listen to his words. Shah had a chance to save the roses from being whipped off, even if the bastard managed to rip the skin off of her back and show it to her face, she had mental images of the roses and Daddy D's help in her mind. "Hmm, I can always get the roses back on but what area of my back?," she questioned, turning her head towards the voice. He was an idiot to get that close to her and not expect what would happen next. Shah did not rear her head back but butted her forehead towards the face as hard as she could. Oh how beautiful she heard something break.<br><br>Shah cackled like a fucking witch and let her head fall back. "Oh, come closer, my pretties for I shall show you never to FUCK WITH ME!," she screamed, laughing like a fucking maniac. This asshole thought to let her choose in which was the better of the two? She might end up losing her whole back but she would not let them for a second think she was going to answer their questions. She started to sing an Spanish drug song about the Queen of the South, her words floating around and filling the room with her echoes. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>16-02-2009, 03:09:10</strong>
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				The man tipped his head as her face turned towards him, her forehead cracking off his own skull. Not pleasent, but not as bad as it could be. He stepped back, the movement as slow as before, no apparently anger or hated in his voice, just a coldness.<br><br><strong>"Take the roses. Both of them"</strong><br><br>The crack of the whip coming up, the sound of cutting through the air and then the explosion of pain as it rose and fell, again and again. If Shah was concentrating enough than she'd realise that none of the blows fell on the roses themselves, instead littering the area around, but again, careful not the break the skin. But it would be hard to concentrate with the onslaught continuing, the constant whipping of her body within the restraints.<br><br>Just as it seemed the whipping would not end it did, one last lash dragging across her back. There would be a moment, a quiet moment of absolute stillness before three punches would lash into her chin, intending to leave her unconcious. It was time to start again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>16-02-2009, 03:41:36</strong>
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				Shah saw a few stars but nothing to make her want to pass out. She only wished he had gotten closer and not reacted quickly because she would have loved to have broken his fucking nose. <em>Get closer again, fucker. I will show you a good time with my fucking skull</em>," she thought silently as she heard him tell the second male to whip both of her roses off.<br><br>Hissing, she pushed herself to get over the hot pain that started to come about. Her blood was surfacing beneath the skin turning her usual color of light caramel skin to blotches of red. She thought she might start to bleed out of her skin and if she died of blood loss, who fucking cared. Skin was skin. She could grow her skin back or have skins grafts made. Fuck, that was how she managed to get a bit of it to try and lessen the scarring on her side. Now it seemed she needed to get a shit load more for her back as she arched to take every shot. <br><br>"Is that all you got, bitch?," she asked, laughing a bit as she felt sweat dripping down her face. This fucking mask was getting too hot in here. Sweat just started to come down as she waited for the next crack of the whip. It never fucking came. What else did this bastard have up his sleeve? Three blows to the chin and feeling blood fill her mouth let her know she was going to be played with for a while. Spitting out the blood, she coughed and fought to stay awake but the overload of pain made her body shut down to repair itself and get itself ready for round two.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>16-02-2009, 04:00:05</strong>
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				<strong>"God damnit the bitch nearly broke my nose!"</strong><br><br>Clay was throwing as close as he came to a hissy fit outside the room. He may have moved his head, but she's still caught his nose, and the blood flowing freely from it showed that it had had some effect.<br><br>Jax didn't say a word. He was angry... he was pissed. This had to happen... it often happened. Fuck, it would tell him some answers to questions he had. But that didn't mean he had to like it. He'd given a silent cheer when Shah had headbutted Clay, but that was all he could. Personal feelings never got in the way of the Sons of Anarchy. Never.<br><br>--------------<br><br>Another bucket of water would wake Shah up. She would find herself in virtually the same position although this time there was no bag. No, instead they had gagged her, a big red ballgag splitting her slips, making speaking impossible. The room was as dark as before, as shaded in darkness. The voice called out again, it's owner cloaked by the shadows, unseen.<br><br><strong>"Wasn't sure you were going to wake up. 7 hours you were out... we were almost getting tired."</strong><br><br>It hadn't been 7 hours... more like 25 minutes, but without any easy way to tell the time she'd have no benchmark to base it against. Slowly he stepped forward, dressed in black with a mask, identical to how the men in the room had looked during the abduction. On the floor about 6 foot away from her were placed a series of full page black and white photographs. Each showed a member of the Sons of Anarchy sprawled on the floor dead. Opie with half his head blown away, Tig with a dozen bullet wounds to the back, Chibs with a knife sticking out of his stomach, Elvis riddled with shots, Jax with a single bullet to the head... they went on, every member dead, every single member. Nothing more was said. Did it need to be?
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>16-02-2009, 04:18:31</strong>
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				Shaking the water from her head once more, Shah blinked several times. There was no black bag this time but there was a light shining in her eyes and a damn ball gag in her mouth. Yet she was having fun singing and cursing up a merry good time. Those assholes were jealous because she sung a whole lot better and had more interesting things to say then those two idiots. The light hurt a bit but she glanced away to see where the fuck was and these men might be. If she could find out anything about them than it was better than their distorted voices. She looked down at herself to see a red splotch on her breast where the whip had struck and she could feel a stinging sensation in her back. <br><br>Flexing her back a few times, she cursed around the gag but she felt no crusty scabs. Nothing to indicate that her back had been sliced to ribbons from the whip. Without the bag keeping her eyesight in the dark, she glanced over her shoulder as best as she could and smiled around the gag. Her back was left intact, red and a bit inflated but the roses were still on her shouldblades. These bastards were trying to scare her into telling them information. Finding out they would not go far into actually ripping the skin off fo her back, it pleased her. Either the bastards felt for harming for a female or they were really bad at torture.<br><br>7 hours? Was that how long she had been out? Fuck, she felt a bit better but not that much. She eyed her captor and narrowed her eyes at his masked face. Nothing to make her find him again but his stature and trying to find out how much he weighed could help her out in other ways. Shah let her eyes look from the top of his head and downwards. When she hit feet, her eyes caught something a few feet away from him. Her eyes had to be going bad because there was no fucking way was she seeing various black and white photos of the SAMCRO members. Dead. All fucking dead. Shutting her eyes, she tried to erase the image of every members murdered in different ways. God, Opie's kids would be without another parent. Tig, well, she really did not give a shit but fuck, the rest of them did not need this. Jax, fuck. Blank, god, she hoped Blank was fine as well. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>16-02-2009, 18:23:48</strong>
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				<strong>"Closing your eyes doesn't make it go away."</strong><br><br>The voice was matter-of-fact, as simple as if he was discussing the weather<br><br><strong>"As I assume you have worked out, you're gagged and thus unable to tell us anything, however desperately you wish to. You will talk later, perhaps after we remove a finger, maybe a toe. Perhaps put out an eye or cut off a foot... or both."</strong><br><br>A grim chuckle came as the man spoke his next words<br><br><strong>"Or maybe the other kidney. But for now we will just hurt you."</strong><br><br>The second man stepped forward into the light, and without as much as a second glance ripped off her panties. There was nothing sexual in his actions, no lingering glances over her curved form, no fingers brushing nipples or sliding over her most intimate part. No, this was clinical, cold, detached. A man doing his job. He turned and walk back into the darkness.<br><br>Only to return with what looked like four jumper cables with clamps in his hands.<br><br>They were sure Shah knew what was about to happen.<br><br>Again coldly, without a hint of pleasure or lust he walked to her naked form. First her nipples were clamped, the teeth biting in sharply, the weight of the head pulling her nipples down. Next he knelt, one clamp on each pussy lip, the save pinching, shooting pain, the same weight. The movements were controlled, careful, professional, not giving her a chance to attack him. He job done he turned and once again stepped back into the shadow.<br><br>A dull humming could be heard, the cause of it unknown.<br><br>But they were sure Shall knew.<br><br>The first man returned to the light, although this time be brought a present. A crude control box, the jumper cables attached to it, a basic dial on the top. He looked at her as he knelt by it, almost unmoving, letting the moment build, static running through the air... waiting... waiting.<br><br>And then a sudden shock.<br><br>Then another.<br><br>Then another.<br><br>Each was not incredibly strong on its own. But attached to her most sensitive parts, still drenched in water from her waking, it would be agony enough. And they weren't going to stop there.<br><br>A wait...<br><br>Then another shock, more powerful, the dial turned up, electricity shooting through her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>16-02-2009, 18:44:24</strong>
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				These men were sick bastards to let her see this shit and not think she had plans to show them a good time if she made it out of here. She would make it out of here because she bet all of these men wanted her to warn everyone. In Charming, it would be hard to get the word out if they managed to get rid of anyone connected to the original chapter. Yet they thought she would speak out and spill the whole beans on what remained of SoA members. She would tell them nothing and they would see to either murder her or let her go. <br><br>She growled around the gag ball as he mentioned removing her other kidney. The bastard was not going anywhere near her fucking kidney. Plus she doubted he wanted to take her out if he wanted her to talk. Remove her kidney and what other organ would help clean out her toxins? She doubted her stomach would step up to the plate and help her out. No, he merely wanted to scare her into thinking it really could happen and help him out even more. Nope, he could threaten her all he liked but she was not budging.<br><br>Her eyes widened to see the jumper cables and knew what was about to happen. She knew what was to happen to those jumper cables and their use were for her. These sadistic bastards wanted to shock the fuck out of her. Shah hoped her heart gave out in the middle of things to cease their tactics to get anything out of her. She wiggled as her panties were removed, showcasing her nakedness for everyone to see. Amusing herself, she was glad that she had waxed for this god damn trip, hoping to get herself laid if only with one of the groupie bitches. Now she wondered if they would jerk off to see a female not looking like a forest between her legs. <br><br>When the power came on and the first shock came to her breasts and cunt, her hands tightened around the chord above her for support. This was close to being the top ten pains she endured in her life. She took a bullet a few years back in the meat of her thigh, knowing the men could see the bullet scarring. Another time a knife to the back of her calf when someone thought she would not notice a half-dead individual struggling to slice her achilles' heel. Now, this shocking pain was close to the pain she went through in fighting the cancer and all of the chemotherapies. Right now, it was in the top three because of how she was still wet and what it was doing the most sensitive parts of her. <br><br>She grit her teeth around the ball gag, clamping her teeth into the rubber material. Now, she enjoyed pain but this went towards injury of the insides. Her heart could fucking give out because of this shit or her organs would stop functioning. Hell, even this shit would fuck with her nerves and she end up being twitchy for the rest of her fucking life. The only thing she knew what to do at this moment was to play dead. Shah needed to play dead in order to get them to stop and to unhook her. If they thought she was dead and laid her out on the floor, she had a chance to return some punishment. Might get overpowered but if she could get one fuckig punch in it would be fucking worth the rest of this fucking torture. <br><br>Shah screamed around the gag ball, twitching in pain and twitching to show what their shocking methods were doing to her. Rolling her eyes into the back of her head, she slumped as best as she could in the binds. Once in a while her hands twitched from the electricity but she kept herself still. Even held her breath to keep her chest from moving too much in front of their eyes. They wanted a show and see what happened to her, she would show them well. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>17-02-2009, 06:14:40</strong>
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				<strong>"I think she enjoyed that."<br><br>"Do you think we killed her?"</strong><br><br>The voices were behind her, still conversational, still seemingly light.<br><br><strong>"No, she's playing dead."<br><br>"She is?"<br><br>"I've tortured enough people in my time. Those shocks aren't enough to stop a heart or shut down an organ unless you have a serious heart condition. She's hoping we'll untie her or even just get close, close enough for her to grab us, tear out a throat, put out an eye. Something along those lines. No, I think not."</strong><br><br>The sound of steps coming closer, behind her still.<br><br><strong>"No, she's going to stay there, as perfectly still as she can be, like a viper waiting to strike. Whatever we do she'll try to act like it isn't hurting her. She'll pretend to just be a piece of meat, unresponsive, dead, just waiting for that chance, that single chance to make her move."<br><br>"So what do we do now?"<br><br>"This"</strong><br><br>The voice was in front of her now, the man standing by the jumper cables, far enough way to not be in danger from her. He lifted the cable attached to her left nipple and gave it a sudden yank. Hard, but not hard enough to pull it from the tortured nipple, a pain he knew to be sharp, biting. He jerked it again, before pulling on the other nipple's cable... then those attached to her lips, a symphony of torture as he jerked each one, wanting a response, any response. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>17-02-2009, 06:49:39</strong>
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				He wanted her to scream, had assume they would test to make sure she was dead. She thought of what they might try to make sure she was dead and gone from this world. How could they not want to test her? However, she had not fucking expected for them to tug and her body twitched. With the twitch, she took a bit more air into her lungs to keep herself from visibly exhaling. Fuck, one of them needed to say she was dead. They had to before she fucking passed out and really lost it. <br><br>"What the fuck? She is not even fucking screaming to that."<br><br>"Are you fucking sure we did not kill her?," asked Prospect as he watched what was happening to Shah.<br><br>"Check her god damn pulse," Opie muttered though his voice was distorted. He did not want to have to explain to Daddy D why his almost Sergeant was tortured to death. He doubted Daddy D would be up to apologies to find out who had been the one to torture her. He looked over to Jax to get this to stop. This was beyond fucking torture. Tig was getting a fucking pleasurable high off of this stuff. Sure, torture was a way to find out but Shah was not telling shit and taking these beatings. Shouldn't it tell them that she was done for the club? Shaking his head, he wondered how far Tig would go in torturing her into telling anything about the club. He was afraid to think Tig might go so far as raping her to get her to talk. If that happened, he might turn his colors into Jax and take his kids far away from Charming.<br><br>Shah twitched a few times but had to get them to see she was dead. Fuck, she even let her head fall back, thinking of what she wanted to do to these men. Shah wanted to fucking rip out their hearts with her bare hands. Wanted to them the meaning of pain and agony. All she would give them to let them think she might be dying was a mewl before she let her head fall forward.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>17-02-2009, 17:25:57</strong>
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				Jax was like ice. He had remained standing in the most darkened corner the entire time and if anyone could have seen through that mask to his face they would have recoiled in horror, their blood frozen. He barely moved, like a statue, anger blazing in his eyes. He knew this was needed, knew this was necessary, knew that they couldn't stop it now, knew that there was still the final act. One last thing to carry out, one last test. That just made it worse. He was hating every second of this, every single moment. But he knew it was needed.<br><br>-------------<br><br><strong>"She's not dead. She's still just pretending. Hard bitch."<br><br>"You sure?"<br><br>"Still sure."</strong><br><br>A man walking towards her, stepping to the side, behind her, the gag loosened, pulled off. Back round, to the front, 4 foot away.<br><br><strong>"So now we're going to start talking. As you saw, SAMCRO is dead. Figuratively and literally. The Sons of Anarchy is a dead organisation. As dead as you will be if you don't comply. Now, we want bank account numbers for SAFSAO, we want a complete list of names and contacts, and we want the time and place of their next big meeting. Don't take too long remembering..."</strong><br><br>The gun in his hand pointed directly at her head gave life to the threat...
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>17-02-2009, 17:41:05</strong>
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				Fuck. Shah needed to take a breath now and this ploy was not fucking working. All it was giving her was a big ass headache. Either she let herself pass out or see what the hell they wanted to do with her next. The choice was given to her with the removal of the gag. She only wished the asshole got near enough to her mouth to bite them off with her teeth. Her teeth were not strong but she was willing to go far and snap one off if she could. <br><br>She gasped to take a huge breath of air managing to scare the Prospect in the back who thought she came back from the dead. Hopefully, she would not try and eat their brains since she was tied up. Instead, she smiled and coughed a bit to clear her raspy throat. "How about you pour another bucket and let me catch some of the water in my mouth?," she asked, ignoring the gun in her face. Already, they killed the Redwood Chapter, anything she gave them she end up dying for it and being known as a traitor. Fuck that. <br><br>After a few seconds of no one complying, she rolled her eyes and shook her hair out to get a bit of the water from it and hopefully to slap them in the face with water droplets. "Sorry, that was really bothering the fuck out of me. Now you were talking some stupid shit about me giving up anything. I will give you this: I'm a Pisces and I like long walks on the beach. Not much for homophobics or racists but I can put up with them. Oh, I also like the colors red, pink, black and purple but then again I like the rainbow flag," she explained, pointing downwards towards the flags tattooed on her hips. <br><br>Her looked out towards the shadows narrowing her eyes to try and get a better look. There had to be someone she could recognize. An idea popped into her head, if SAMCRO was dead she wanted to know it was for real and make plans to injure these bastards even more. "Let me see Jax's body, you say SAMCRO is dead then show me. If not, shoot me because either way even if you showed me JAx's corpse never will I say a god damn thing. You hear me? Nada. Go on and shoot me motherfucker," she answered, spitting out to see if she would hit someone with it. Death before dishonor. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>18-02-2009, 16:37:04</strong>
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				The man seemed to glance at someone still hidden in the shadows, almost as if asking for approval for something. Evidently he got it as the gun stayed straight, barrel pointing straight between her eyes. The moment hung in the air... waiting... waiting... waiting.<br><br><span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size">Click</span><br><br>Click<br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Boom</span><br><br>A flash from the gun, the sound of the bang.<br><br>And nothing.<br><br>No bullet, so striking pain, no sudden death.<br><br>Nothing.<br><br>The man turned and walked into the shadows. The rasp of a door opening, and the sound of footsteps and the men walked out.<br><br>And nothing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>18-02-2009, 21:02:01</strong>
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				She waited for them to shoot her. Hell, either way, she was dead. Dead if she survived because she would be on a rampage to exact revenge for SAMCRO and would not care if she died in battle. All she wanted was retribution for what these monsters did to the members of SAMCRO. The second thing that might happen was if she died here in this place with these assholes. Nothing bad but she had a feeling one of them might have fun decorating her corpse with their semen. Dirty assholes.<br><br>Crossing her eyes to see the barrel at the gun pointed at her eyes, Shah left her eyes open and waited for the bullet to take her out of this fucking world. Chucky would see to taking care of Blank's little sister and get the group together. Her friend would realize when he did not get a check in call from her tonight or the past few days she has been in this horrible place that something went down. Then he would call in to the club's main phone line and when no one called, he would call other people to check in. From there, the realization of SAMCRO being taken out would bring all of the chapters down to start investigating who had done this and go on with a war.<br><br><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">BOOM</span><br><br>Shah heard the bang and the flash. Winced at the sensation of a non-existent bullet driving through skull but there was no fucking bullet. Nothing. No blood or brain matter spilling out of her. Not even the white light she heard some members saw before they miraculously came back from the fucking dead. Nope. She was still alive and wondered what the fuck would happen now. Hearing the footsteps, she looked around to feel anymore eyes on her. There was nothing. No one here. Whatbwere these men trying to prove?<br><br><strong>"She didn't fucking say a word. Are we done now? She has already been smacked, beaten, whipped, electrocuted and even had a fucking gun put in her face. How much longer are we going to put her through this before we realize she is not fucking talking?</strong>," Opie asked as he removed the black mask once he made it through the door and it was shut behind the group. This was getting out of hand. The rules were never to harm a female and yet they were harming one of their own in there. How the fuck could Jax let this shit go on? Plus, how would the group go about explaining to her it was all for a test and not have her go psychotic on them?<br><br><strong>"Opie's right, this bitch ain't telling shit and how the fuck we going to clean this mess up with her? What? We going to knock her out and have her wake up in the hospital and we surround her like some fucking Wizard of Oz? Tell her that we were never dead and we saved her ass from being raped from the imaginary gang who took her?," </strong> Bobby questioned, shaking his head. The bitch would have said something long ago if she was not one for the team. Hell, the female even went so far as to break Clay's nose to tell him to back the fuck off. What else could Tig put her through before seeing this little girl was for real?
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>19-02-2009, 16:58:54</strong>
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				<strong>"She's done."</strong><br><br>It was pretty much the first words Jax had said since the torture started, still stood there like a rock, but now with a smoke wedged between his lips, deep drags in and out. Tig pulled his mask off, anger flashing across his features.<br><br><strong>"But I can make the bitch talk!"</strong><br><br>Jax rounded on him, the fury in his eyes overwhelming even Tigs normal brutality and anger.<br><br><strong>"Of course you fucking can you brute. Any of us could make her talk. We could all be made to talk. Everyone fucking talks. It may take days, weeks, fucking months, but eventually we'll all sing like fucking canaries. Too fucking right you can make her talk? But what would it take? Some fucking permanent scarring? Actually cutting that fucking kidney out? Raping her? Taking a leg off? Cutting her hands and feet off? Probably. Oh, she'd talk, but by the time it happened she'd be a physical and mental wreck no use to fucking anyone... and likely to have the bastards up at San Fransisco just a bit fucking pissed off you know. She's being tried out to be a new fucking Sergeant, if she fucking has to wear nappies for the rest of her life, she aint going to be worth shit. Fuck, this isn't a fucking "what will it take to break her" test... this is a test to check whether she'd break easily. She got beaten up, whipped and a fucking thousand volts or whatever straight through her cunt. And she didn't say shit. So yeah, she's done. She's legit, she aint going to squeal easy. Anything from now on is fucking pointless."</strong><br><br>Another toke, another breath.<br><br><strong>"So what we do now is we let her go. Slowly and carefully, because she's going to be in a fucking sick mental place. And with the masks off, or she'll rip our fucking throats out. And we take our licks, because when she gets out, she's going to fucking banshee. Cover your nuts. But she's not a dumb bitch. She'll realise what happened and why we did this. But she's still going to throw some fucking punches to begin with. And we never say who actually did the fucking torturing. Not a single word, not even just a "it wasn't me". Sure, she may have worked some shit out by body size and posture, but there's a reason these tops are loose and baggy. We did this together. All of us."</strong><br><br>Another toke, a hand pointing to a pile of supplies in the corner.<br><br><strong>"Someone grab the clothes for her. Someone else get the med kit... she'll need something for her fucking outer extremeties after those fucking clamps. And remember, she's going to hate us for a day or two. Deal with it. Now, hit the lights, masks stay off. In we go."</strong><br><br>The lights in the room shot up, the darkness that had once blanked it disappearing. And so the Sons of Anarchy, unmasked, walked tentatively into the room, the faces a mix of nothing, repentant sadness and in one guess undisguised sadistic glee. Guess who that was...
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>19-02-2009, 17:53:25</strong>
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				Shah waited to see what would become of her. There was no way in hell she would talk. These men could go far enough in actually slicing the skin off of her and yes she would scream in pain but never snitch. Never snitch and die for the club. She blinked several times when all of the lights were turned on and the room was bathed in light. Those few seconds of being blind were gone and when she saw who entered back into the place, her stomach dropped. What a fucking surprise this was coming out to be and she was without any party favors.<br><br>Filing into the room was whom she thought was the dead SAMCRO members of Charming, California. She had seen photographs of their supposed deaths and it was all a fucking lie. Everyone of these assholes lost themselves any respect she had for them, including Jax and Opie. How the fuck could these two condone having her tortured and bared fucking naked for their sadistic pleasures? No member ever harmed a another unless it was in some sort of fight and even then it ended with the two of them buying one another drinks. There was no bar and instead there was the SAMCRO members in their living forms and one of them was sneering with delight. Fucking Tig.<br><br>God damn it, she had felt for Jax and Opie, especially Opie who she thought was dead and leaving behind two kids. Fuck, she spent her time being tortured wondering how his kids would cope without another parent in their lives and he was was in the motherfucking flesh. Shah wondered how his next wife would feel finding out that Opie had no ball sack and was given major scarring because of it. Whatever of a crush she had, it was gone when Opie was one of the men who attacked her in Jax's bedroom. At this moment, she wanted each of their balls, including Half-Sack's. That little bastard looked like a scared dog, shaking and sweating unlike a few of them. Good, she could not wait to take advantage of the Prospect's fear of her now.<br><br>Half-Sack was given the push to cut her bounds and he looked afraid to know what could happen once she was let off. He held his hands up to show all he was going to do was cut and untie the binds. Opie was there to hold out her night shirt but he kept his eyes away from her naked form. Not like he had not seen the goods, Shah thought as she stared down Half-Sack. Slowly, the guy reached down to cut and untie her ankles. Happy to be using her legs, she stretched and rolled her ankles feeling them pop in their sockets. When, Half Sack reached up, cut her binds and untied them, but he moved back quickly in case she wanted to smack him. <br><br>Shah did not but she merely rubbed her wrists together and snatched the offered clothes from Opie. She did not look at him for he was someone who she had no sense to look at right now. All of them were sickening to her and all of them were men who she would have killed for because of this. Now she wondered if she should even ask them to watch her back in anything. Sliding and slipping back into the clothes she wore before the fucking idiots kidnapped her, she accepted the medical kit from Chibs but her expression was blank and her eyes bottomless. Opie had the stupid sense to get closer to her and apologize.<br><br>"Shah, look--"<br><br>Those words never came out of his mouth as she flew out to punch him in his throat. Opie went down on his knees and he coughed to try and work his throat through the pain. Half-Sack became a frightened cat and ran his back towards the group. With ease, Shah hunched herself on the balls of her feet and worked through her own pain to look at Opie's face. He looked up and into her eyes and she smiled at him. "Did you get the sexual satisfaction you wanted in seeing my naked ass tortured and whipped? If not, then enjoy it because no one is seeing my naked ass again," she commented, sneering before she spat near his feet and stood up.<br><br>Her eyes caught sight of the President of SAMCRO with a slightly swollen nose. Oh, so he had been the one to get too close. Perfect, she thought before she let her gaze flicker towards the others. Tig had to be the little bastard who kept torturing her with the whip and the electroshocks because who else would get pleasure from torturing and harming a female but him. Even now her nipples and cunt were aching from being pulled and shocked. She would check the extent of her injuries once she left this room but right now she was itching for some retribution.<br><br>The rest of the group she shook her head at but she walked up to Jax, her fists clenching as she looked him over. "Thank you, Jax, because now I know the extent to which you are willing to go through to make sure I am not some god damn snitch. You could have put a fucking lie detector machine but I guess this works a whole fucking lot better," she commented, staring him straight in his eye. The son of a bitch could have asked her to take a lie detector test but nope, he nearly had her killed with these methods and what did he have to show for it? He was letting the mask come off so she wouldn't have to murder him and just because he was a father did not make him any better than he was now. Right now, he was a fucking bastard and a low-life scum.<br><br>Jax would get his just desserts later but for now Shah was fucking hungry and ached to get herself cleaned up. "Now if you excuse me, this female needs to wash herself of this fucking night and anyone comes near me while I shower and change gets their eyes clawed out or a bullet in her nut sack," she threatened, padding out of the place with the medical kit. She wanted to clean herself up in private after having to deal with this shit. Walking out of the place, Half-Sack ran over to show her the way, informing her this was an emergency atom bunker to the clubhouse but it was underground for purposes like when the atom bomb would have hit during the time of Pearl Harbor. <br><br>Roughly, she pushed Half-Sack into the opposite wall, telling him to back the fuck off. Half Sack rubbed the side of her face where she slammed it into the wall and moved his jaw around. "Go away," she whispered as she shuffled towards hallways, her eyes noticing it was what the little Half-Sack said it was. An underground atom bomb bunker where each room boasted something or another. She guessed a few rooms were made for torture and she grew angry at that but she carefully made her way down the hallway that led towards a latter and above a hole big enough to fit even the fattest and widest SAMCRO member. If anyone was following her, she could care less as she slowly made her ass up those ladder rungs. Oh, how she was going to hate seeing these bastards again for the rest of the week.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>22-02-2009, 21:56:20</strong>
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				All things considered, that had probably gone about as well as could be expected. Fuck, it’s not like Jax or any of the rest could expect her to be let free and immediately start hugging them all and buying them slices of pizza. So no, that went about as well as any of these things could. Opie wasn’t stupid enough to not realise what was going to happen when he went over, Half-Sac had escaped as unhurt as any of them could hope for.<br><br>Jax’s own eyes had met hers when Shah had eyeballed him, steely, cold, any pain or regret he felt buried deep within, hidden. SAMCRO had done this as one, and they couldn’t break that. And there had been a purpose. He would take her anger, however deserved or undeserved. He had known nothing about this until they had burst into his bedroom that morning; he had been kept completely in the dark. His hands may not be clean, but they certainly weren’t overly stained from this. Her mention of him thinking she was a snitch was slightly worrying… as her assertion about the lie detector made it clear it was about her being a pig, not being tortured by them. As far as he could recall he hadn’t mentioned it to anyone, nor seriously hinted at it before. So it was strange for her to suddenly come out with it. Regardless it didn’t matter. Her being or not being a snitch had nothing to do with the reason for this… it had been done to see if she would squeal at the first sign of pain or death. Similar, but different. His reply was as icy as his eyes, words carefully chosen.<br><br><strong>“Now you know the extent I am willing to go to protect the Sons of Anarchy and make sure you can be trusted with secrets. Don’t forget that, as we expect the same from you.”</strong><br><br>Eyes didn’t follow her as she walked out, instead he walked to Opie, picking the spluttering biker up and giving him a slap on the back. Hell, most of the time that was all the medical treatment they gave each other… all that was needed. He threw his arm round his shoulder.<br><br><strong>“You’re a stupid bastard Opie.”</strong><br><br>The reply was quiet, Opie still trying to get air into his lungs.<br><br><strong>“F… fuck off Jax.”</strong><br><br>A shake of his head and a quiet chuckle as the pair walked back to the main group.<br><br><strong>“So, what now you bunch of bastards?”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>22-02-2009, 23:24:38</strong>
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				Tig eyed the fucking whore as she shuffled out of the room. He only wished he was given a bit more time and he could have had the bitch squealing like a flayed pig on the hooks. His hands clenched and he watched Jax help Opie up, hoping the fucking idiot got what he deserved for getting near the cunt. Eyes flickered towards Clay to silently ask him what would happen next. Clay could only wipe at his nose and check to see it had not broken afterall. The bitch was quick to throw punches and he even had a few claw marks on the side of his neck he would have to explain away to Gemma. Fuck, not like he needed to bail his wife out of jail for the second time. At least this time he had not stuck his dick in a pussy that was not Gemma. "Make sure the bitch doesn't leave a war path in the already fucked clubhouse, especially your room Jax," he answered when Jax asked what would happen next. For now, it was to give Shah time to clean herself up and get herself ready for the job tonight and tomorrow. <br><br>-----<br><br>Jax's words floated through Shah's mind as she made herself up the ladder and pushed the top of the atom bunker aside. It took her three times with her cursing at the pain in her side and having to stop to catch her breath but she managed to put it far enough to squeeze through. <em>“Now you know the extent I am willing to go to protect the Sons of Anarchy and make sure you can be trusted with secrets. Don’t forget that, as we expect the same from you.”</em> She could see how far he had gone to make sure he protected Sons of Anarchy by the way he kept his face void of anything when she had gotten into his face. Even now, she let her anger flicker a bit because even through all of this she had not snitched and shown that she was never going to squeal like a pig at the first sign of being hurt. However, her face was hurting like a bitch and the bruised ribs were making it hard for her to breathe properly. <br><br>Taking a gulp of above the surface air into her lungs, she stumbled out of the hole in the ground and made her way towards the clubhouse. She looked around and laughed to see this fucking atom bunker was placed a good hundred feet in the back of the clubhouse. How fucking hilarious, she thought slowly inching herself to the clubhouse to grab her book bag and some clothes to change into after she showered. "Jax! Jax! What's going on!," a female called out in the clubhouse making Shah wondered if the men mentioned that there would be a a set out schedule to torture and abuse one of their members from San Francisco. She doubted it when she heard the female calling out for Jax over and over. Shah kept herself quiet but she slammed into the back of the clubhouse to get herself away fro the fucking idiots who thought torturing her was the best way to see if she would snitch like a bitch in heat.<br><br>"Fuck," she whispered as she slid down against the open doorway to the clubhouse in the back. A few seconds later a female was inching towards her, asking her if everything was alright. Was this bitch that stupid she could not see there was half dressed female with a black and blue bruise on her jaw or did she think this was some sort of show put on her for fucking entertainment? "Just need some ice and maybe a bowl of ice cream," she muttered as she thanked the female for helping her off of the ground. Shah soon found out this was Jax's girlfriend Tara but when she heard that his girlfriend was a medical doctor, without asking she dragged the female to Jax's bedroom to help her wrap up her ribs and check the severity of the injuries. Tara did not ask any questions but she did ask why Shah's stuff was in Jax's room. <br><br>Shah had to go about this delicately even if Jax had screwed her morning by having her tortured and beaten, she knew her fucking manners. No matter how much she wished she could tell Tara that she was Jax's lover or one of his new girlfriends spending the place before he let Tara know she was being dumped. Oh, how she wanted to do it but the doctor had done nothing wrong only that Jax was the unfortunate one to earn Shah's wrath. "Out of town member here for club business and Jax lost his room in a game of cards for the next few days. His ass is sleeping on the couch," she merely answered and left it at that. If Tara wanted more questions it would have to be diverted towards Jax and not her. She hissed as Tara checked out the bruising on her side after she lifted Shah's shirt on Jax's bed. Once she got her hands on Jax tonight, he would end up losing a fucking nut.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>23-02-2009, 05:14:37</strong>
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				<strong>“Fuck man, you saw the way she looked at me just then Clay. I go walking up there she’s likely to take everything that isn’t fucking nailed down and throw it at me on sight. Nah, give her a little bit space for the next while. And Tig, you brag about this to her or try and turn it into some one-upmanship shit, I’ll cut your balls off as well.”</strong><br><br>What a fucking day. What a fucking day. Start with a fistfight, then a good old bunch of torture, then some premium hatred and still time to grab a late fucking lunch if needed. God knows what else would happen to make this day any fucking crazier. The cigarette was in his mouth before he even made it out of the bunker. God he needed one… the bunker itself was everything he detested… fixed security instead of freedom and danger, locking yourself away and protected instead of opportunity and risk. Beyond that there were events like those that had just happened. Jax understood why they were needed, why the very nature of the Sons required them to do shit like that. But it was a part of the MC life he didn’t like… didn’t want… and thought they could get away from. It was a by-product of the violence that the Sons had embraced, even when not necessary, a mindset that had moved them away from what they had originally been about.<br><br>Soon he found himself outside the bunker, on the short walk to the clubhouse. He’d pretty much detested every minute of the torture, not that he could let anyone know. The Sons were what mattered, and while they had a legacy built on shit like that it added yet another layer to the mystique. If they’d do that to people who were members, who were highly respected and regarded… what would they do to you if they got their hands on you and really didn’t like you. But that didn’t mean he liked it. Perhaps it was just that he liked Shah more than he thought he had, or perhaps it was some fucking old school chivalry and honour he’d picked up from somewhere. Yeah, got to be that. Regardless, he’d wanted to be a better man, to be the man who ripped the clamps from her, tore the whip from Tig’s hands, done something like that.<br><br>But Jax Teller wasn’t a better man. Her was the man he was, the product of choices he’d made and an environment he’d been born into.&nbsp; <br><br>And then he saw Tara’s car parked outside the Clubhouse.<br><br>Oh fuck.<br><br>Even his home wasn’t fucking safe anymore.<br><br>Shaking his head he kept smoking and standing outside, out of the view of any of the windows. Right now, unless he had to, he didn’t want to deal with one crazy bitch, let alone two.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>23-02-2009, 05:53:15</strong>
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				As Tara worked to wrap medical bandages Shah managed to acquire from her own book bag, Shah thought of what would come about. Honestly, she never believed Jax was that cold hearted and brutal to let himself and the rest of the SAMCRO members go on with torturing her for information. Sure, he had been an asshole to her the day he met her but by the end of the night she had assumed he was a decent guy just trying to understand the new way of things. Hell, Shah even started to see him as an ally who held out an olive branch in their conversation but it all changed now. Now, she felt boiling anger inside of her soul swirling around with the other feelings and emotions such as disgust, disbelief, confusion but most of all betrayal. Betrayal that one of her own had gone behind her back and hooked her up to be whipped, beaten and tortured to try and see if she would crack. Had her ten years of dedication and record of holding loyalty to the club mean nothing to SAMCRO? Nothing to Jax when he asked her questions about herself only her own members in the San Francisco chapter knew about?<br><br>"You are lucky whoever did this did not punch you a few millimeters above the bruise mark. If that person did, you would be heading off to the hospital for a broken rib and even to surgery to make sure this particular rib did not nick any of the close organs," Tara commented as she taped the end of the medical bandage to Shah's front. Tara could not believe the brutality this female went to but she had a few guesses who might have done this to her. This was no member, this female had to be one of Clay's 'crow eaters' who thought she could come around while Gemma was head bitch in charge of Charming, California and get in under the radar. There was nothing to indicate she was anything but a hang around from the way she was dressed. If Tara had any guesses, the female had been pulled from one of the rooms by Gemma and beaten with something hard to cause this amount of bruising. A few capillaries had been hit but nothing to indicate the female was internally bleeding. Tara could not make the assumption unless she had the female brought in to the hospital and when she asked if the female wanted to go for medical attention, she shook her head.<br><br>"I'm fine, I just need a nap and some food," Shah croaked as she cleared her throat to try and get her words through. Without water, she felt her mouth had turned into the fucking Sahara desert.&nbsp; However, Tara would have none of it feeling that there could be the possibility of internal bleeding because as a doctor she did not want to let anyone die on her even if it was the patient's stupid choice. Removing her cell phone from her pocket, she dialed the first person who would know about this and called Jax. Her eyes flickered around the place and wondered if a tornado had gone through the room. Everything looked as if it been turned upside down, a few things were broken and there was even the smell of blood on the air. Tara knew she had no right to ask but if the blood was from this bruised female she had to know. <br><br>Rolling her fucking eyes, Shah knew the only sensible thing was to get up and walk out even if she had only the bandages wrapped around her. She had her arms to cover her breasts as she headed back out into the backyard of the clubhouse. Shah had no need of hospitals and no sense in having a medical report drawn up on her appearance here in Charming. As if she needed the fucking ATF getting wind of a SoA member being taken down by one of their own. "Jax!," she called out as she noticed his good for nothing ass trying to kill himself again with his cigarettes. Tara caught up behind Shah and held the phone to her god damn ear, how funny Shah thought. "Tell your girlfriend to leave me the fuck alone before I include her in my fucking shit list," she answered, rubbing her forehead with one hand while keeping her breasts covered with her other arm. This was a fucking soap opera that was not entertaining her in the least.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>23-02-2009, 19:15:44</strong>
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				Fucks sake<br><br>Oh for fucks sake<br><br>There went hiding and waiting for it to blow over<br><br>Jax shook his head and dropped the smoke, grinding it under his heel before turning towards the pair. His phone went off and he pulled it out, glancing down at it. Tara… who then proceeded to appear behind Shah, phone clasped to her ear.<br><br>Great<br><br>Fucking great.<br><br>Just what everyone needed right now.<br><br><strong>“Hi Tara. Can I call you later? We’re all ok right now.”</strong><br><br>He wasn’t sure what to do next. The close proximity of him and Shah, physically each night if nothing else, meant that he couldn’t just fuck off back home like the rest of the group. So at some stage they’d have to fucking talk. But what the fuck was he meant to talk about with her? “Hi, are you doing ok after the torture we put you through? Do you want to go grab a beer and a burger? Careful, we may have cracked a rib.” Fuck that. What was he meant to fucking do? Jesus… this was the shit.<br><br>But fuck it, it was only a week. And Shah had been fucking tough. So they make sure she’s legit, make sure she’s a badass bitch… which she seemed to be right now, and then she could disappear away back to San Fran, help run the Sons there, met only at short meetings or the like where she would stare fucking daggers and spit hatred at him. Jax wasn’t that bothered if people fucking hated him, but that didn’t mean he liked it either. But as he said earlier, the Sons came first. And they needed to secure the Sons future.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>23-02-2009, 21:00:40</strong>
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				Tara wanted to know what was going on. Somehow, whoever this Shah was had to have some sort of connection to Jax because his room looked as if someone had gone through it or had been in the middle of something salacious. Either way, she wanted answers and she wanted it from the one person she hoped could give them to her. Hearing Jax telling her everything was great when obviously there was nothing fine about this afternoon gave her more to think about as she noticed a few of the members emerging from some greenish hole in the wall. Never would she have guessed there was anything beneath the grass as Half-Sack emerged and Opie as well. <br><br>"Jax, what is going on?," Tara asked thus opening a can of worms. Ooh, this was going to get interesting, Shah thought as she watched Tara walk around her and head straight for Jax. God, she felt a bit sorry for the good doctor as she somehow found a way to even gross Shah out with the force make out session with Jax. A bit of her wondered if Tara had low self esteem and felt the need to 'mark' her damn territory by blatantly trying to hump Jax with everyone around including her. Shah had no need to go anywhere near Jax after this and hell she had it in mind to find the nearest motel in Charming to stay for the rest of the week. No fucking way she could let herself fall asleep in the same room where she was open to being taken again. <br><br>She wanted to give the love birds their space but fuck it, Jax fucked with her personal bubble by letting the rest of the club members have their fun as she writhed in agony from the torture. All bets were off on her giving them their private time as she crossed both arms over her chest and leaned against the doorway. Half-Sack tried to grab her attention by asking if she needed something to wear or anything in particular to eat. Hell even the Prospect stood in front of her line of vision of the love birds to catch her attention on him and get her back into the clubhouse. Fuck no. Easily, she slid down the wall but cursed as she felt the small welts of the whips rise up again from scratching her skin against the rough wood. Oh, now she really hoped Opie or someone else got into her face again to give them a blow in the throat. <br><br>Fuck even Opie was stupid enough to inch a bit towards her but smart enough to keep his throat far away from her reach. "Lets get you cleaned up," he muttered and nodded towards the open back door of the clubhouse. Opie was trying to be nice but right now Shah's attention was on the need to see some claws coming out of Tara and accusing Jax of anything at all to humiliate and emasculate him. Hell, there were ways to do that to a man: His cock size, how long he lasted in bed, his bike, kissing abilities, foreplay moves, his mother, the way he lives, almost anything and everything to rip the carpet out from under them. Shah hoped and prayed Tara had some cajones to do that. "No, thanks but you can fuck off," she replied back to Opie as she waved him off. What a fucking waste of a good fuck, Shah thought about Opie as he walked off.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>23-02-2009, 22:52:56</strong>
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				<strong>“Club business, can’t really talk about Tara. Can we do this…”</strong><br><br>Jax was cut off as Tara pretty much jumped on him, her tongue forcing its way into his mouth, her arms wrapping round him, her whole body pushing against him. Normally that wasn’t an issue… fuck he’d love it… but right now wasn’t the time or the place and he certainly wasn’t in the mood. He broke the kiss quickly, hands on Tara’s chest, gently pushing the girl back.<br><br><strong>“Seriously Tara, not now. I’ll either call or pop round later.”<br><br>“But…”<br><br>“Tara. Later.”</strong><br><br>She didn’t leave though, standing there slightly like a dog had been kicked, leaving Jax with even less idea about what the fuck to do next. He didn’t want to piss Tara off that much, especially as he was considering asking to spend the night so Shah could have some space and the run of the clubhouse. But right now, for all he did care about her, he didn’t want to have to deal with her and the doubtless arguments that would come out of that. Fuck that. Fuck, he just wanted this whole part of the fucking week over so they could get on with whatever the next job or shit was. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>23-02-2009, 23:26:49</strong>
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				This was too sad to even vocally comment on. Tara was desperately trying to get Jax's attentions or whatever it was she tried as Shah noticed from her point of view. She was the kind of female she felt sorry for but felt angry that she made the rest of the female population look weak and pathetic. Hell, no wonder a few of the members thought women were no use in the club other than to fuck and to hold their stashes. However there was the exception of Gemma but Gemma was a class all on her own and Shah guessed the rest of the females SAMCRO came around were dimwitted bitches who only knew how much money was needed for their services and whether the females had put in their IUD before performing for the men. Other than that, stupid as fuck.<br><br>Tara looked as if she was closing to breaking down in to tears which only set Shah off a bit more. How the fuck could Jax see himself with a female who cried if the wind blew her too hard in one direction? Maybe it was the fact it looked as if the female needed protection and Jax was only too happy to help but hell even a female like her caused more trouble than she was worth. Shaking her head, she sighed and knew she had to do something before the female started to ask questions as to why Shah was secure in Jax's room and everything else. Bitches like her need to know nothing but what was given to them on a need to know fucking basis. However, this doctor looked as if she thought she deserved to know everything. <em>No, you don't baby girl.</em><br><br>Holding her hand up and wiggling her fingers at Jax who looked like he wanted motherfucking floor would open and eat him up to get away from this fucking nightmare, Shah voiced herself for a bit. "Jax, I like to talk to you if you have your mouth disoccupied from face fucking," she commented, smiling him as sweetly as possible. Her fucking smile felt fake to her and even more to her face which really wanted to break out into a sneer or a scowl at him but she faked it to keep things light and casual. Light and casual? Sure and she was the fucking Duchess of Wales. What she wanted to talk about to Jax had mostly to deal with informing him she would clean herself up and find a motel here in Charming for the rest of the week. No use in leaving herself in a vulnerable position by sleeping in the same fucking room where she was accousted by the group nor in the same room with the fucking asshole who let it roll on by. My, how lovely this fucking family of bikers were. Not.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 01:03:23</strong>
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				Yeah, that smile was completely real...<br><br>No doubt.<br><br>I mean, couldn't you just feel the sugar and sweetness dripping off it...<br><br>And the vipers hidden behind it.<br><br>He turned to Tara as he walked towards Shah, his last words on the subject.<br><br><strong>"Tara, I'll head round to yours tonight. I'll see you then and we can talk."</strong><br><br>She didn't look happy about it, but at least it looked like she got the messege. That done, he turned back to face Shah. He was probably going to get punched. He pretty much deserved it as well. Any tone that sweet meant that there was certainly violence on the way. That was cool, he could deal with that. Be a pretty shitty Sons member if he couldn't.<br><br><strong>"Shall we head into the Clubhouse?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 01:16:27</strong>
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				How could Jax deny her a private conversation with him with this achingly sweet smile on her face? Oh how sweet she put on as she smiled towards Tara who finally took the fucking picture and left the clubhouse. However, she did not leave without telling Jax she loved him and would wait for him to call her up. Wow, what a really god damn waste of a cunt, Shah amusingly thought before the other female went around the clubhouse to head back to her car. Clicking her tongue, she smirked to hear Jax's comment and laughed a bit at his words.<br><br>"Sure but I doubt you need to see any witnesses when I tell you what I have to say," she answered, heading back inside, her arms still over her naked breasts. Still, it hurt to walk around and her jaw was pounding like a jackhammer on a fucking piece of asphalt. For now, Shah put those pains to the side as she settled herself at the bar telling the Prospect to make up a homemade ice pack with ice cubes and a rag used for cleaning down the bar. Right now, she could care less if the fucking rag was used to wipe down blood but she needed something to bring down the slight swelling on the side of her face. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Opie hanging around the pool but his body told her he was trying to listen in on the conversation. Fine, he could hear it as well since she could care less about him anymore. <br><br>Taking a deep but shaky breath from her lungs, she looked Jax over. "Just merely stating I am going to get myself cleaned up and going to find a motel here in Charming I can stay in for the rest of the week. Not up to having my beauty sleep awaken by Tig and the others trying to beat me with pipes and scaring the fuck out of Blank," she started, looking around to search for the whereabouts of the puggle. She wondered where the hell the dog had gone off to and hope he was not as hurt as she assumed he was in the scuffle. Shah could care less if she got hurt but animals such as Blank and puppies were defenseless in being able to hold a fucking gun or a knife against a human opponent. Jax could take the statement however he fucking liked it but she was tired, hungry and needed a new place to stay. Shuffling herself off of the bar stool, she turned her back to him and headed back to his room, the red welts of the whip shown clearly against her back. "Oh, by the way, those roses were in honor of Daddy D giving me a chance and surviving the fucking cancer asshole," she said over her shoulder and went on her way.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 01:33:44</strong>
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				<strong>"If that's what you want to do, we're not going to stop you. We'll even pay if you want."</strong><br><br>He had followed Shah into the clubhouse following the basics of nodding goodbye to Tara and grunting something unintellegble in response to her declaration of love. She'd take it however she wanted to.<br><br><strong>"But there won't be any other early morning wakeup calls and it wouldn't have made a difference if you were in a motel. We'd have still got you. But, if you want to sleep somewhere else, that's completely understandable. Blanks in my room if you want to say goodbye to him... he got a slight knock, but he's fine... bag to his usual self already. Tough dog. Like the woman who bought him."</strong><br><br>As she turned away he gestured for Half-Sac to get him a beer... he desperately needed on, almost as badly as he'd needed a smoke earlier. He didn't turn as she spoke again, taking a sip from the beer, eyes staring into middle distance, teeth running over his lower lip, his reponse whispered, barely audible.<br><br><strong>"And we didn't take them..."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 03:41:02</strong>
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				Shah did not want Jax's money. She really wanted no connections to him other than the fact she was testing herself out for Sergeant at Arms. Other than that, she had nothing else to keep her from staying around at the SAMCRO clubhouse. It made her wonder if these men were truly there for one another. Sure, one had another back in hiding secrets but when it came to friendships, did any of them trust one another completely? She trusted Chucky with her fucking life and if anything happened to her, he would be the second person on her list to call because the first one was Daddy D. With Jax, he was lucky she called him dead last after the ATF and her ex-fiancee. <br><br>Inside Jax's room, she hurried in grabbing her things together and stuffing it into her bag. "What the fuck?," she muttered as she found several wardrobe piece missing. Most of the clothing to wear were left but there was no clean pair of panties nor any bra. Not even when she looked beneath the bed and found Blank hiding did she see anything remotely looking like her undergarments. This was fucking ridiculous she thought, sliding her laptop into her book bag as Blank made his way from beneath the bed. At least her laptop had been left alone but she had a guess Juice went through the files hoping to look for anything incriminating. "Hey, Blank, just packing some shit and leaving," she whispered to the little guy who looked fine but whined as if he somehow knew she was leaving and hated to see her go. She did not want to leave Blank but Jax and the others broke one of her rules of never taking what was important to her.<br><br>Her tattoos had been the first thing she asked the good doctor to look over while Shah was bandaged up. <em>Are my roses still there? Thank god.</em> Relief had been immediate when she realized her roses were intact. If any of them had truly removed her tattoos, she could have gone berserk with anger and sadness. Her roses represented the two things in life she cherished the most. Daddy D had given her a chance when everyone wondered why in the fucking world a female wanted to try out for SAFSOA. Hell, she even assumed Daddy D might just try out for the hell of it only to throw her out but he had given her a fucking shot. The second rose she put on after her cancer scare needing an amulet of sorts to get her through the fucking hell. Truly, if those roses were gone when Tara checked Shah's back for her, Shah would have broken a sacred rule and physically murder all of them. No one fucked with her body and no one fucked with the sacredness of SAFSOA even if it cost her very own life. <br><br>Packed up and ready to hoof it to the nearest motel, Shah headed out of Jax's room, Blank on her heels whining. "Where is the nearest motel?," she asked Half-Sack ignoring Jax's presence. She managed to change into a pair of dark denim jeans and carefully slipped into one of her favorite grey hoodies. It helped to hide the bandages and the welts on her back not wanting any close top to rub against her sore backside. Dark shades covered her eyes and a quick make up job covered the dark bruise on her lower jaw. Even if these assholes got her down, she made herself look pretty as can be to make the bruises less noticeable. However the slight marks on her cunt and nipples were ones that make up could not slap on and she had to be careful how she walked around for a few hours or so. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 20:36:22</strong>
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				<strong>“Nearest motel is about half-a-mile up the road. Nearest good motel is about a mile the other way.”</strong><br><br>Jax was silent, still sipping at his beer as Half-Sack responded. He could understand why she didn’t want to stay at the Clubhouse, even if there was some cold logic to staying there. After what had happened who would begrudge her bailing out of the place? Hell, it would understandable if she said fuck it to the whole fucking exercise and went back to San Fran. Any normal person would. But to be a Sergeant at Arms in SAMCRO meant you weren’t a normal person. You were something else… something more… or less depending on your view. Jax thought Shah would stick it out… fuck, he couldn’t imagine her cutting and running. Well, add 1 to the list of people who hated him.<br><br>Opie sat down next to him, slumping at the bar, taking a gulp of his own beer. As Shah passed out of earshot he leaned into Jax.<br><br><strong>“That didn’t go well.”<br><br>“Too fucking right. How’s your throat?”<br><br>“Hurts like a mother.”<br><br>“You’re a fucking idiot.”<br><br>“How was I meant to know she’d go fucking Rambo on me?”<br><br>“What would you have done if I’d had been torturing your ass and then came up to help you straight afterwards?”<br><br>“I’d have ripped your fucking head off.”</strong><br><br>Jax spread his arms, an indication that Shah had just done what anyone else would have.<br><br><strong>“You did yourself out of a fuck as well.”<br><br>“Fuck off.”<br><br>“Not shit dude… she looked like she was into you… and you were into her.”<br><br>“Never stood a chance. Even if I’d kept my ass hidden away the whole time, we’d still have tortured her.”<br><br>“Never know, could pull it off… Stockholm Syndrome and all that.”<br><br>“What the fucks that?”<br><br>“Captive falls in love with her captor.”<br><br>“Bullshit.”<br><br>“Nah, for real. Proper condition and all that. Even had a fucking James Bond film about it.”<br><br>“Fuck… so its real?”<br><br>“Yeah, real shit.”<br><br>“Still not going to happen.”<br><br>“I know bro. But hey, here’s to hope.”</strong><br><br>The pair each took big swigs from the beer.<br><br><strong>“So what happens now?”<br><br>“Fucked if I know. I think Clay’s got some shit to be done and I’m sure he’ll tell me something soon.”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 21:07:50</strong>
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				Half Sack could not really believe Jax and Opie would let Shah head outside knowing the injuries she sustained the past few hours. Sure, he knew he was done for the club but hurt a woman? He assumed the rules were enforced when it came to no harming other woman but was there some sort of loop hole that did not apply to females who were patched in? Sounded like a double standard but what the group had done as a whole to her making her think everyone was dead and going about the way they did with her made him sick to his stomach. Still, he kept his mouth shut, wiped down the bar and let those two get on with their lives. <br>---<br>Half a mile? God damn it. Fuck it all to hell in a damn handbasket and slap a bow on it. Hell, even as she walked out of the clubhouse, her cunt was aching like it had been jack hammered on and not the kind she enjoyed. Whoever had been the one to tug on her nipples and cunt was lucky no one gave him up. If someone had squealed, she might not have been 'accomodating' as she wanted to be now. Could have busted up the place with one of the baseball bats she noticed near the entrance of the clubhouse but the fact she needed to raise her arms pissed her off. <br><br>This was not the walk of pride she wanted but it seemed her body enjoyed the fact it was not cooperating with her. Even now a pounding ache in her jaw and the fact her breathing became more shallow was a cause for her not to be fucking idiot. She needed a ride to the motel or Shah had to go back to the clubhouse. Right now the option of a ranky and dirty motel was winning by a landslide against the clubhouse. Nevertheless, she shuffled back inside though she had her head held high.<br><br>To no one in particular did she let her eyes linger but Blank was kind enough to welcome her return who had kept himself by the closed door of the clubhouse. He wagged his tail and barked to grab her attention. "Need someone to give me a ride to the motel, my jaw is aching like a bitch in heat and I think one of you bastards might have fractured a rib," she simply said as she dumped her book and duffle bag on to the pool table. She placed a hand over her book bag on the table to alleviate pressure from her injured side. After all this, it seemed a possible fractured rib was making her feel pain. Ain't that about a fucking bitch.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 03:03:25</strong>
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				So, she was back.<br><br>Which showed she wouldn’t let pride completely overrule common sense. Now all she had to do was find someone to give her a lift… which could be awkward considering most people thought she was about to punch them.<br><br>Jax glanced round the rest of the room. No-one was looking particularly eager. Other than Tig, but that really wasn’t an option now, was it? Eyes flicked back to Opie next to him to be met with a raised eyebrow.<br><br><strong>“Don’t look at me dude… I drive her back, I get within punching range. Learnt my lesson the first time.”</strong><br><br>Jax shook his head, slightly, cursed under his breath, took a sip of the beer and stood, turning towards Shah.<br><br><strong>“I’ll give you a ride. We going for the rat infested motel or the bug infested one?” </strong> <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 06:23:04</strong>
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				"Wow, what a choice," she muttered, shaking her head at the thought. She had no problems with bugs it was the rats she hated. Rats usually chewed through wires and if the rats got through her connection lines if the motel had some sort of internet connection then she was fucked. She had to shoot out an email to let Daddy D and Chucky know what went down. This was not the kind of thing no member should ever go through. Sure, there were a few beat downs if a member became too rowdy but getting to the point of breaking down someone's psyche? Hell, that took it a bit too fucking far. Right now she had to contend with the shitty motel she had to take and deal with the bugs. At least she bought some bug spray the other night and squish those that got away.<br><br>One of the bugs she wanted to squish was Jax but she kept her mouth shut. Hell, she knew she would have gone for Opie's throat again if she was left in close proximity. Nah, maybe go for his crotch, she thought before a smile appeared on her lips. Shah was surprised a smile came about at all considering what just happened this afternoon. By the by, she tried to see what day it was. Had it been really a few days in the bunker or had the group gotten to her that well she could not remember the fucking date. Thinking as best as she could under the circumstances, she could not even take a guess at what day it was if her life fucking depended on it. Fuck, she could have been really <br><br>"What day is today?," she asked, rubbing her forehead in concentration. Half-Sack glanced up and asked her if she needed help with the bags. She wanted to say no but honestly all she wanted to do was sleep on the pool table and be left along for a good few days. However, since she did not have a few days to rest and only one day until she actually had a job to do she should take the Prospects offer. "Yes, thanks," she whispered, removing her sunglasses and biting back an urge to just fall down and sleep where she stood. She was that fucking tired from her body tensing for every bit of torture and the stiff way she was placed for the methods. Her body ached and fuck it if she did not want to break down and cry. Nevertheless, she would not cry in front of these guys. Never.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 07:14:38</strong>
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				<strong>“Yeah, the motels in Charming aren’t known as a great place of rest for travellers.”</strong><br><br>Jax turned back to help Half-Sack with the bags, easily lifting one and beginning to make his way out of the clubhouse and over to the same civi car that had brought her over the day before. Fuck, it seemed a lot longer to him, and he’d known what the fuck was going on. Who knew a day… which is all it could have been, around 24 hours… could last so long. As if reading his mind, Shah wondered what the day was. Part of the torture had been to disorientate her as to how long she had been there… it was no wonder she had no idea what the date was.<br><br><strong>“Same day as you got jumped. Only about 5 or 6 hours gone since then.”</strong><br><br>He placed the bags in the back of the car, careful not to damage or displace anything in them, turning back and running his hands through his hair. That moment taken, he headed back towards the Clubhouse.<br><br><strong>“Do you need anything else? We can get it on the way or I can drop it by yours later.”</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 07:37:54</strong>
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				"It is better than nothing," she commented, sighing as she caught Opie's gaze. He looked away quickly and so did she. Such a fucking shame he fucked her over because silently, Shah admitted to herself there could have been something in there. Hell, she let her fucking cunt work over Opie and look what the fuck it got her. The only person she was sort of fine with was Half-Sack because logically he could not be given reprieve for he was trying to get into SAMCRO by any means necessary. Still, she was not letting anyone including Half-Sack off the hook.&nbsp; <br><br>Shah really needed a nap and some food if she was that fucked up not to realize only five to six hours passed by. She had to hand it to them at least in being able to disorient the hell out of a person. "I salute you all on a job well done, well, almost," she answered, laughing a bit as she caught Tig's eye and sneered at him. He blew her a kiss and pretended to crack a whip at her. She started to make the motion of heading over towards him at the couch but Blank caught her attention and her anger ebbed away. Blank was the only innocent in this fucking mess and she cooed at the little guy.<br><br>Humming beneath her breath, she rubbed Blank's flank having gone down on her knees to achieve the move. At Jax's question, she looked up and thought about what else she needed. She was hungry and wanted something greasy and sweet. "We can get some cheeseburgers and ice cream?," she asked, before she stood back up on her two feet. In her arms, she held Blank taking the dog with her for just the ride to the motel before she handed him back over to Jax. She hated to know Blank might be left alone with these assholes but he seemed to be assimilating himself into the family. Out of the clubhouse with only Blank to hold on to for the moment, she smiled in some sort of demented happiness. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 08:13:49</strong>
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				Jax just about caught Tig’s gesture and stared daggers at the man. Either Tig didn’t notice or just didn’t pay any attention to it. You couldn’t change Tig… but Jax would still need to have a word or two with the big bastard later. He nodded at her question.<br><br><strong>“Yeah, no worries. There’s a pretty good burger-van and half-decent ice-cream stand on the way… or we could head back to the shops if you want a tub.”</strong><br><br>Of course, he wouldn’t mention the constant rumours that the burger-van’s owner and the rat infested motel’s owner had themselves a nice little deal. Or that the number of rats in the motel had suddenly dropped off, and there seemed to be a few more burgers at the van than normal. Fuck, Jax still ate there far too often for his own good health. If it was rat then it was damn tasty rat, and what more could you want than that?<br><br>Jax followed her out of the Clubhouse, where he saw something that was very worrying.<br><br>Very very worrying.<br><br>She was smiling.<br><br>Oh shit.<br><br>She’s going to kill you Jax. She’s going to get you in the car, smile that crazy mental patient who only ever talks about how the oranges are coming to get him smile and then she’s going to put Blank gently on the back seat so he doesn’t see anything and then dig those nails into your throat and bodily tear you apart. Then she’ll probably walk up to the stand, get a rat burger, shoot the owner and then commit suicide by ice-cream after diving into the stand and eating so much she exploded… or drowned… or got an immediate sugar high that caused all her internal organs to shut down.<br><br>Fuck it.<br><br>What was being a member of the Sons of Anarchy if not dangerous.<br><br><strong>“Ready to rock and roll?”</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 15:52:04</strong>
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				Tig merely shrugged his shoulders as if he had no idea what Jax was complaining about and turned his head to talk to no one. Chibs seemed to disappear the moment it looked to be another shouting match and went off to hide the baseball bats. He knew he had been a shitty male for letting Tig go in on Shah and he only wanted to get rid of the bats in case Tig had anymore thoughts of bashing Shah's brain in. With Shah, he felt the bitch could take him on another day but not in this condition. Even now he could not fucking believe the last few hours actually happened. Made him wonder about a few things but he kept it to himself.<br><br>Shah was fine with anything so long as she could shove it down her gullet and fill her stomach. Hell, her own notion of eating healthy at least with a salad went out the window today. She knew she needed to take her vitamins and remembered where it was her in her book bag. Never did she skip a day without those vitamins because even if she fucked up in her eating habits, the vitamins were there to give her the nutrition needed to keep the rest of her miserable body working. She felt like her own fucking body was against her because all it did was scream in the pain of the last few hours. Her joints were killing her but she guessed it was because of the way she was placed that it kept the muscles and joints locked together. She felt like her whole body been placed in some damn machine which spun her around for a good three weeks and then spat her out against a window. What a beautiful fucking picture.<br><br>Petting Blank, she continued to smile the demented smile. It had nothing to do with murder though it was in the back of her mind. The smile was merely there to show she somehow could still find something to smile abot after all of this. Blank was the one who made her smile because he started in with his puppy antics. He started to bat at some imaginary dust particle with his paws and a few seconds later was victorious by the way his tail wagged furiously against her chest. This little guy really had no idea he was being held by a female who before today could easily break his neck without remorse if Blank had been a human and an enemy of the club. Since Blank was only a puppy and a damn cute one at that, she nuzzled his neck and face. <br><br>"Blank seems about the only sane person in the club house," she commented as way of letting him know she was ready to go. Shah headed out of the clubhouse, ignoring Tig's stare an into the evening air. Oh, she took a fucking breathful of that before she coughed. Fuck, she hoped there was no risk of a true fractured rib. Shah could handle a rib being broken for she broke one a few months ago in a bar fight but it was a bitch to get through. Sleep and food could help to mask the slight pain in her side for the next few days. When this was through, Shah would take her ass to the private doctor and have it checked out. For the moment, she needed to not let it get in the way of business. <br><br>She held on to the little guy with her left arm and pulled herself into the van with her good arm. Inside the van, Shah sighed in pleasure to relax in the seat and not do a god damn thing at the moment. All she had to be responsible for was keeping Blank in her lap and not on the steering wheel or pedals. That would be a fucking hilarious way to die and she could see it in the papers now: Car-Crash Induced By Crazy Car-Driving Dog. Had some twisted ring to it but the thought faded away as she looked around for Jax in the car.<br><br>Placing her head back against the seat all she wanted was food and sleep. If the urge to murder Jax popped up, Shah pushed it away. She could kill Jax tomorrow but she was in no mood to clean up the van and explain away Jax's disappeareance in the club asked around for him. For now, Jax was safe in knowing this crazy bitch would not go after him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>28-02-2009, 23:48:35</strong>
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				<strong>“Fuck, wouldn’t argue with that.”</strong><br><br>Shah was almost certainly right. Probably because he was clueless to the world, Blank was the sanest one there. Let’s be honest… the Sons way of welcoming in a member from another group who they wanted to promote? Torture the bitch.<br><br>Yeah, sanity really runs well in this group…<br><br>He turned the key, the car coming to life, the engine humming under the pair as it drew out of the parking lot and out on the streets of Charming. It wasn’t a long journey, but neither the roads or the car were exactly top notch or known for their smoothness and incredible suspension. The car pulled into another small car-park, this one ringed by a couple of stands and other food emporium. The place wasn’t packed, but it was doing a brisk trade, families and individuals, groups of kids and others buying from the selection of places. Jax parked, opening the door and jumping out.<br><br><strong>“I’ll get the stuff, don’t worry ‘bout it.”</strong><br><br>He walked to the nearest burger bar, a smile on both his and the owners face. The pair clapped hands, friendly words exchanged, a bit of banter, a pat on the shoulder and soon Jax was back, a cheeseburger, fries and a coke in a brown paper bag passed over, while he leaned his head in. She’d said she’d only wanted the cheeseburger, but with her seeming addiction for sugar and the stress she was under, he didn’t think Shah would complain. And, if she did, he’d happily eat the stuff. Fuck, he was feeling a bit hungry now. Maybe on the way back he’d grab something for himself. He’d had a protein shake that morning after he’d first been part of that fucking mugging… part of his attempts to be a bit more healthy while not being laughed out of the fucking clubhouse, but clean, healthy calories couldn’t compete with saturated fat and artery clogging cheese when it came to satisfying a hunger… even if it was all an illusion.<br><br><strong>“What flavour Ice-cream did you want? The guys got a pretty good selection.” </strong>&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>01-03-2009, 00:28:32</strong>
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				The drive was silent but Blank managed to put a few bits of noises with his barking and slobbering over the windshield. Everything which passed the sides of the car grabbed his attention. He wanted to know what those huge boxes on wheels were going and if he could chase the cat around the corner. Shah held him firmly down and from stopping any nonsense on the puggle's part to leap out of the small crack in the window made to let airflow into the car. Shah thought about how Blank's sister would be when she got back home and it made her all the more determined to stick this shit out with SAMCRO. Things were rough but all she had to do was sleep, eat and finish this week out before she made Sergeant at Arms.<br><br>No sound came from her when Jax stopped the car and commented on him grabbing the food. She was fine with that because there was no fucking way she was getting out of the van until it drove her to the motel. Even now, she was content to even sleep in the van if it meant she was left alone with her own thoughts. Word would get back about this incident to SAFSOA and first on her list was calling Daddy D to ask him if it was protocol to have the shit kicked out of her while thinking everyone was dead and long gone. Daddy D knew better than to leave important information out but maybe he too had been left out of the fucking loop. Her thoughts ran to other things for the few minutes Jax went to grab the food but came back to the present at the mention of ice cream.<br><br>Shah did not have to think about what she wanted when it came to ice cream. "Mint chip, cookies and cream and cookie dough since you are buying," she answered, cracking a small smile before she turned her attentions back to Blank. The little guy was sniffing the bag on the floor trying to jump off of her lap to get at food inside. One thing to watch out for was dogs getting into the wrong type of food and while Shah loved chocolate, for dogs it was a killer. Nothing was worse than seeing a dog consume chocolate and then rush it to the vets to have its stomach pump before the chocolate was absorbed and killed the dog. It was almost like giving a dog meth but could never metabolize which killed them in the end with seizures, diarrhea, hallucinations, heart attacks, internal bleeding and then death to let the poor dog have its peace. <br><br>Hopefully, Jax knew better than to feed Blank human food and keep the little guy away from anything and everything human. It sucked but dogs were not like humans who are able to call poison control or drive themselves to the nearest emergency room for help. "Sorry, Blank you are sticking to dog food and treats," she whispered as she nuzzled his neck and sighed. Hell even she was killing herself with human food but would get better tomorrow with making herself a veggie omelet or even order herself brown rice and vegetables through the phone book that is if the motel had an update phone book. Still, she had her cell phone to find the nearest health food store and update her inventory on vitamins and pills. Sucked to have to watch her health but it was better than ending up six feet under a few years back. <br><br>Speaking of backs, her own backside was starting to itch again but she stopped herself from rubbing herself against the passenger's seat. Shah could handle a few more uncomfortable minutes in Jax's presence. At any point, Shah could have gone psychotic and wailed on his ass. Could have slammed his face against the steering wheel or maybe even scratched his eyes out. Nontheless, Shah saw herself a bit better than Jax and felt it was best to let this shit merely be something to use later on in their dealings. Once she made, there was no if and when, but once she made Sergeant at Arms, she would use this incident as a means to have Jax pulls favors for her and to help her out. Harm a female, fine but harm a female who had the means to ruin a few things was worse to fuck with and with Shah after seeing Jax with Tara knew she could fuck things up with his relationship.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>01-03-2009, 06:48:36</strong>
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				<strong>“Mint chip, cookie dough and cookies and cream it is.”</strong><br><br>A nod as he pulled back, turned and began to walk over to the next stall. A friendly wave to an acquaintance, a completely blank look to several pairs of overly admiring eyes before he found himself in front of the ice cream vendor. Another welcoming nod, more friendly greetings exchanged. For all his sins, Jax Teller was a popular man around Charming, a man who had spent his life hanging out in spots like this. He was, for lack of a better term, one of their own… and to a certain extent one of them done good. Soon three cartons were filled and Jax was walking his way back to the car, passing the ice-cream over to Shah before stretching once more, shoulders tight as his arms extended. Stretching done, some of the stiffness eased he followed the ice cream into the car.<br><br><strong>“Shouldn’t be long now, no distance from here.”</strong><br><br>The car started and pulled out of the lot, back onto those dusty half empty streets. Jax had been telling the truth… the cockroach infested motel wasn’t far. The place looked mostly deserted… it was still far too decent an hour for the motels normal clientele to emerge from hiding. There was quite a similarity there between the clientele and the creatures that infested it Jax pondered. Pulling into the nearly empty car park, Jax parked the car, opening the door, jumping out, closing it, opening the back door, pulling out her bags, quickly lifting them up. The proprietor of those place of ill repute made his way out of the office a key thrown to Jax which was expertly caught.<br><br>Popularity wasn’t the only thing Jax could rely on around Charming to get what he wanted.<br><br>Jax waited for Shah to get out of the car before the keys were thrown to her, a finger pointing to the room the faded number of the key corresponded to… near the stairs, on the first floor. Jax new from personal experience that most of the dirty dealing at this place went on at the other side of the building, so Shah would have some measure of privacy… although from what she’d said and her record he doubted she’d have any issues with the whores and the small time businessmen in cheap suits who conducted their illicit affairs here.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>01-03-2009, 07:39:19</strong>
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				"Your owner is a stupid motherfucker, you know that?," she whispered to Blank who only looked back up at her curiously before he sniffed the bag of food again. Shah stopped the little guy from chewing a hole in the side of the bag to get to the prize inside. There was no need to take the puggle to the vet and explain herself to Jax as to how she allowed Blank to consume all of the food plus the wrapper and straw as well. As soon as she hit the fucking door of the ratty motel room, off the bag would be of the burger and fries before she inhaled every fucking thing. Even now, her mouth watered and throbbed to take something other than a fucking fist to her mouth. Hell, she would give up sex for a few days for food at this moment but since she was not going to be getting any sex now, thanks to Opie's fuck up, Shah had no worries about handing over her sex belt for this week. Still, she had her vibrator and she was good with her purple vibe now there was no risk of waking up anybody with the humming sounds. <br><br>Brought back from her ideas of using her vibe in the tub if the tub was not filthy, Shah realized she had been lost in thought when Jax handed the ice cream over and drove her to the motel. Hell, she guessed she went into automatic mode to receiving the cartons of ice cream and letting him think she was fine to be taken away to the roachfest motel. Clearing her throat, she thanked Jax for the offer and got out of the car, ready to head to the roach-infested motel room. She had no clue what she was thinking but she bet it had to do with unfinished business. "I need to talk to you, in the room and I promise not to murder your ass," she muttered as she clicked her tongue for Blank to follow at her feet while she carried the food and ice cream in her hands. The need to know what the fuck Jax was thinking when the shit went down today made her act slightly stupid in her words. Urges of wanting to get done to the heart of the matter pushed her to not want to murder any of the bastards. Oh she did enjoy clocking Opie in the thought because his betrayal hurt but it was on Jax's shoulder. <br><br>Jax. Jax. Jax. How much of her own conversation she revealed to him never realizing the asshole had a raid set for her in the morning. He was a good actor to put on a show to let down her guard and make her sympathize with him. Poor Jax who wanted someone to find a woman who understood him. Take pity on a male born into the lifestyle and never get angry with a man who could never get out of Charming. Boo fucking who and yet she ate the shit up as if it were chocolate truffles. Now she planned on getting some fucking answers no matter what. "Come on before the ice cream melts," she muttered as she placed the key she caught earlier into the door and opened it. She sneered to see how it looked, dingy and ditty but since she could not go Saw I, II and III on him then this would have to do and she mentioned those three because she found the first three to be the best while the others was more of porn horror.<br><br>Turning around, she picked up Blank and cuddled him and stomped on a roach seeking to find out what a strange four legged animal was doing in its domain. She waited for Jax on the threshold and since she had Blank with her, he would have no fucking choice but to see her to retrieve his son's dog back. Jax would answer her questions even if she made him think of her like the bitch he met in the first few hours. Better to be known as the bitch than the helpless female who had been tied up and tortured for answers. Jax and her needed to have it out and it was better to do it away from the SAMCRO members than have those assholes getting their say in. She wanted to hear from the Vice President why he sought to torture her and not at least give her the benefit of the doubt. If he wanted answers, fine but he would do it on her time now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 01:25:30</strong>
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				Now, that sounds fucking ominous…<br><br>So, I guess this was it then. The big caboodle. The showdown, verbal fists and fury flying through the air. Pop went the option of just leaving. Nope, here he was, and here he was to stay. No rest for the wicked and no escape for the damned. Here, in this filthy motel in this quite frankly lovely part of Charming all would come out.<br><br>Well, not really, but you have to hype such things up, don’t you?<br><br>Jax had followed Shah up the stairs and while her words had been muttered quietly he’d picked up on them. Walking to the door he brushed past Shah and Blank, boots not deviating from their path for any unfortunate denizens of this place who would find themselves underfoot. The bags were placed down on as clean a spot on the floor as he could find before he turned back, eyes facing his soon to be confronter…<br><br><strong>“So, what you need to talk about?”</strong><br><br>Like he didn’t know…&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 01:57:42</strong>
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				<em>“So, what you need to talk about?”</em><br><br>He was kidding her right? Jax had to be fucking joking with her to not even think of a few subjects she wanted to talk about with him. Chuckling at his question, Shah walked over to grab a decrepit looking chair where she wiped a layer of dust from the seat before she grabbed the bags from the floor and threw them on the seat. The carton of ice cream she left on the floor as she snatched up the carton of mint chip but not before she placed Blank on the bed to keep him from sticking his nose in tub of ice cream. Just like she did when Jax walked with her to the clubhouse, she opened the carton, threw the top to the side and dug her hand in to take a scoop of the delicious mint chip into her mouth. <br><br>A slight smile appeared around her lips but soon she started in on the barage of questions: Why did he not warn her about the blitzkrieg attack in the room? Did he bait her into a false sense of some amiable friendship to catch her off guard? What the fuck was he thinking in doing that to her? Did he not feel anything in his soul of seeing her tortured? Why go about torturing her that way? Why not ask her to take a fucking lie detector? Did he know the fucking pain she went through for the club? How about the fact she thought they were dead and she mourned their asses? Why he do this to someone who could have been a good friend to him? All of these questions came out of her, filling the room up with her voice, even making Blank hide beneath a dirty pillow. <br><br>Slowly, her voice came down and she took a breath. Shutting her eyes, she looked away the need to burst out into fucking angry tears something she did not want to do in front of Jax. He had no right to see her like this and hated the fact that her nerves were fucking shot to hell. However, she needed to know why he thought it was in the best interests to do these horrible things to a member of the SoA organization. She wanted to know before she assumed too many things like SAMCRO had done of her and then throw his out of the hotel room where she could tear it apart and then go to sleep.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 01:35:22</strong>
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				Jax’s arms crossed as the tirade began, nodding along as she spoke, although perhaps the hints of a sneer could be seen. That said, he still couldn’t get over the way she just devoured ice-cream by hand… he hadn’t seen anyone older than about 6 do that. It added a slight note of absurdity to what was still a pretty intense scene. Silently he stood as she said her piece. When he responded, his tone was grim and deep… but with perhaps… just perhaps… a subtle hint of regret buried deep within.<br><br><strong>“When it all comes down to it, Shah, it doesn’t matter how I feel or what I knew. You want to know why it was done? Because you’re getting close to being a Sergeant at Arms with the Sons of Anarchy and we need to know that if you get caught by some bunch of fuckers, that you’re not going to sing like a fucking canary. How do you take a lie detector for that? What are you meant to do say “no, I won’t squeal” and that’s it. Nah babe, we needed to know a fair bit fucking more than that. We need to know and see how tough you are in a situation like that, when it looks like it’s game over and the shits hit the fan.<br><br>So lets say I did know about the attack in the morning. What was I meant to do? Tell you so you could get the fuck away? What does that prove, what does that test? Tell you it was us doing it? Nah not exactly the same is it? No, Shah, for us to know whether you had what it took to be the Sergeant at Arms, you had to be kept in perfect ignorance. Because what mattered was knowing, if you got grabbed by the Nords or some other group of fuckers, or even whatever bastards you have in San Fran, whether you’d break. Or at least, break early and easily.<br><br>I’m not going to stand here and attempt to deflect blame for what happened. I’m not going to talk about how it felt to watch what was going on. Because you need to understand. It was me who did that shit to you, it wasn’t Opie, it wasn’t Chibs, it wasn’t Elvis and it wasn’t even fucking Tig. It was the Sons of Anarchy who did it as a whole, as a collective. If I say anything to make myself look better than it makes someone else look worse, and that wasn’t what it was about. When I said last night about this taking shit away from you, I meant it. I am a member of the Sons of Anarchy, and the Sons of Anarchy decided to do this to you. My own feelings on it don’t matter.<br><br>And I’ll be sad if I’ve lost a possible friend in you. But that is the price you have to pay if you want to be a top dog in this fucking group. You have to accept that you’re not going to be liked, that the shit that happens comes back to you. But at the end of the day, when it all comes down to it, your friendship is a lot less important than making sure that San Fran has a hardcore Sergeant at Arms. And that is a price I’ll happily pay. The Sons are what is important… as a Sergeant at Arms you’ll have to understand that. Personal feelings, personal bias, even your utter contempt for what is going on… it doesn’t matter if you’re told to do it and it makes the club stronger.<br><br>So, when it all comes down to it, you can hate me, you can hate Opie, you can hate Chibs and you can certainly hate Tig. We don’t want that, we never wanted that. But we’ll take it. Because we had to know if you were tough enough in front of our own eyes, because we had to know that the Sons of Anarchy would have a strong enough Sergeant at Arms. Whoever you were and wherever you were from we’d have done the same thing. Nietzsche said “I assess the power of a will by how much resistance, pain, torture it endures and knows how to turn to its advantage.” We needed to know how powerful your will was… and it turned out, it’s pretty fucking strong girl.<br><br>And I think you’re scaring Blank…”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 03:59:45</strong>
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				Shah had the right to eat her ice cream any damn well she pleased, keeping a bit of childlike innocence behind the mask of a killer. Listening to his words, she became disgusted by him and his ways. What happened to the original plan of Sons of Anarchy? Was it not a place to come together and fight against everything was harmed the bylaws of the club? Somehow Jax's own version was twisted or he was just that god damn cynical while she thought to see the light in most things. Hell, she even let him in on how she felt about the club, life and her relationships. Even now, she was fucking embarassed to allow him into her world by answering his questions and conversing. Fucking ashamed she even sought him out as an ally and somewhat of a friend. Sure, what friend let another friend know she was not worth the trouble.<br><br>Shaking her head, Jax had an answer for everything as if he rehearsed what he needed to say to her to keep Shah from wailing on him. Whatever he was to her whether it was a friend or comrade was on thin ice but she would have his back. No matter this asshole tortured her, it was a group effort and as fucking much as she wanted to slam his head against a wall, Shah let it slide for now. Not a get out of free jail card but a favor taken whenever she wanted in the future. Jax owed her for this shit whether he enjoyed it or not but it was hers to use in the future if something needed assistance. <br><br>Rubbing her jaw, she chuckled and looked away from the pathetic piece of shit. He may be Vice President of SAMCRO but she pitied him. Pitied the fact he had almost had a friend but lost it with this shit. Still, she could not blame his motives but she felt for his lonely life. No matter if he had family to surround him and girlfriends to fuck him, she wanted to see if any one of them knew the inner workings of his mind and his heart. Call her a sentimental bitch or even a crazy romance one at that but she was telling Jax the truth when it came to love. She wanted someone to fucking give a shit about her and hold the fort down when she came home. For Jax, his ass might die alone.<br><br>"I never would have fucking run away but fuck Jax, I thought, nevermind," she muttered, not about to get into it with him. Jax would not know how she was feeling about these things and why should he? He was not a female with a cunt so he had no experience in the horrible time of the months or bloating. Had no fucking clue how it felt to see Blank assaulted and Jax thrown around while she tried to get help or fight the men off. Hell, admitting it silently to herself, she was afraid for Jax as if he was someone she could lose but she attributed it to the fact he was Vice President of SAMCRO and Clay's son.<br><br>Taking a few licks from her hand, she wiped the rest on her jeans before she picked up Blank. Blank cowered beneath the pillow, whimpering but she went to soothe him with a lullaby. "Un elefante," she started to sing him a Spanish lullaby as she settled herself on the edge of the bed to comfort the little guy. It worked on the members' children when one babe wanted to go to bed but somehow could not. Funny how a murdering and chaotic bitch like her could come out with a few lullabies or even bedtime stories to keep the rugrats down. Most of the stories though were about the jobs she went out though she changed the dates, names and the endings to keep the kiddes from having nightmares. <br><br>For now, Jax was given his reprieve from her questions for he seemed to give her all the answers she needed. Friendship was not in his life nor was being looked at as a person to hate and dislike. Fine, suited her even better not to feel anything for him if his life went down the fucking tubes. Sons of Anarchy was the important factor in all of this and she had her own core of San Fran friends to keep her healthy and in tune. Sure, all of them were in the club but at least no one would go behind her back to torture her unlike Jax. "Blank is better," she whispered before she stood up to hand the little guy over to Jax. Whatever allegiance she held to Jax was cut but her allegiance to Sons of Anarchy was stronger knowing what it asked of her. If it wanted her flesh, blood, tears, sweat and even her future children, fine. Anything for the club and nothing for Jax.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 18:14:09</strong>
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				Sit down one day and look at your life.<br><br>Truly look at it.<br><br>Is it what you wanted? Is it what you imagined it being? When you lay in bed and dreamed is this really how you saw yourself?<br><br>Really?<br><br>Did your dreams become true?<br><br>Any regrets?<br><br>Come on, there must be regrets…<br><br>There’s always regrets.<br><br>But are they regrets or sorrows?<br><br>A regret is a missed opportunity, a chance you could have taken and you didn’t. Be it some wasted potential, be it not asking Louise Bierman to dance during that night out, be it not learning to skateboard or play guitar. Maybe it was an exam you scraped by when you should have flown, nights spent drunk and days spent hung over instead of doing something productive, evenings sat at home when there’s a world of opportunity out there. A talent uncultivated because it was easier not to, an opportunity wasted.<br><br>But a sorrow…<br><br>Oh a sorrow.<br><br>Those moments that flicker into your mind from time to time… rise up in the depths of sleep, a glance jogging a memory. Moments that steal that blessed rest from you, that leave you tossing and turning, mind desperate to reach for something… anything… sweet God anything… to turn the thought away. But you can’t. It’s there and its claws are locked into you. You can’t escape, can’t run, can’t do anything but relive the horror for every gristly heartbeat until finally you manage to break away, to flee back to more temperate climes.<br><br>So do you?<br><br>Do you have such sorrows?<br><br>“Sorrow is a fruit. God does not make it grow on limbs too weak to bear it.”<br><br>So lift that chin. Accept that weight. Smile through it. Take it, accept it as yours. Understand that this is the consequence of your action, that it affirms you are alive. Accept those moments… savour them, embrace them. Make a friend of your sorrow for it is the best friend you will ever have. Take it. Embrace it. Don’t walk away. Every moment of horror, every toss, every turn, every sleepless night, every cold sweat. Take it. Embrace it. For as long as you hold onto that, as long as you take it, as long as you embrace it, you can pretend you’re still alive, you’re still human.<br><br>But are you happy?<br><br>Oh, isn’t that the million dollar question?<br><br>Strange expression I’ve always thought. It’s meant to be the big question right? The most important one, the one that trumps all others. But would Bill Gates even get out of bed for a million dollar question? How about Warren Buffet, even with all the money he lost this year? Those oil sheiks? Hell, even the top level professional sportsmen?<br><br>Even stranger in this context.<br><br>Who wouldn’t pay a million dollars for happiness?<br><br>I mean, it would take a lot for someone to choose against happiness wouldn’t it? Take something pretty mad and hardcore. Something a little crazy.<br><br>Anything for the club and nothing for Jax.<br><br>He took Blanks now calm form from Shah, gently petting and stroking the puggle, his usual innocent enthusiasm still hiding away from the fury of Shah’s anger and the cold harsh response of Jax. His mind went back to the night before, to the comments on him, Shah and Blank being a family. Now Blank knew what a real family was like, the betrayal and righteous indignation, the shouting matches and the barely concealed contempt, the wish to keep it up to fulfil some goal but not because they liked each other.<br><br>Was that a regret?<br><br>A sorrow?<br><br>Or neither?<br><br>The dog in his arms he turned and began to walk out of the motel room, still comforting, still petting Blank.<br><br><strong>“I’m fairly certain Clay will give you the rest of the day to chill out and heal up a little. We’ve got this places number, so you shouldn’t have to worry about any other unexpected fucking guests. Keep yourself well.”</strong><br><br>Yeah, that ending sounded shit as soon as it was said, but what did you say? What could you say&gt;<br><br>Now that was a regret.<br><br>Anything for the club and nothing for Jax<br><br>Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.<br><br>Anything for the club and nothing for Jax<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 21:44:02</strong>
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				Shah would sit down and look at her life. She had all the time today to think over what her life was like. Think long and hard about it because if she chose this life, this was the life for her. Was it what she wanted? Fuck no. No one dreams of growing up to be a Sergeant of Arms in a motorcycle club. She doubted there were little girls out in the world who wished to be someone who brought in money from illegal businesses. Hell, it would be a rare sight to see one wish to change the gender roles in a damn motorcycle club.<br><br>Was it how she imagined it being? Nope, she gave too much credit to those around her and found almost always a half or more failed or betrayed her. Once she could get the chance to lay in this god forsaken bed and stare up at the water stained ceiling then maybe Shah would let her mind wander to her life. Wander as to how the fuck she managed to get into this lifestyle and yet come to love it all the more as if it was her very own drug. <br><br>Her drug? Yes, her fucking drug. SAFSOA was her morphine, a place to smooth and soothe the anger she sometimes felt at how she still had much work to do. Too much work that she even thought about quitting but quitting was never a fucking option. Hell, even a few of her exits were blocked by how she grew up and let herself get into the lifestyle. Still, she could not blame the past but only change the present and future of her life. Even then, Shah wanted to see where exactly the path she took at this moment could lead her. <br><br>When she was little, all she dreamt about was finding a family who could put up her mixed background and her rebellious nature. Having spent five years in the group homes and shuffled a few times into broken foster homes made her grow up a bit faster. At times, Shah wondered if growing up too fast was one of the reasons why she acted this way with her eating habits and diving into situations where a few never wanted to go. Even now, she eyed Jax as if he was someone she trusted and cared for but ultimately hated in the end. The way he looked and stood made her offer anyone a million dollars to see inside his head. Inside the head of a man whom she held nothing for. <br><br><em>Never regret. If it's good, it's wonderful. If it's bad, it's experience. </em><br><br>So true to think of regrets in that manner. Did she have regrets for what she committed in her time on this godless land? Of course. Those who never admitted to having regrets were the biggest liars. To her, regrets were a part of life and no one could ever escape its hold. No one. Try as one might, regret was around the corner in the same manner as the sun rising over the horizon and setting to bring in the evening. Regrets would always be there but it was a question of wasting time on it or taking a useful piece of information out of it. Her regrets ranged from the smallest thing such as forgetting to have the correct change on her when she paid for food to even not telling her ex-fiance the truth. Yes, she passed the chance to let her fiance into her world, maybe even let him see she was the female he met in line at the local Fisherman's Wharf fish and chips stand. <br><br>Still, maybe missed opportunities were there for a reason. Maybe those missed opportunities were supposed to have to let something else come into place. For Shah, the need to see her almost husband run out on her because of her background made her see it never would have worked out. How could it knowing she kept the true part of herself away from him while she played house and wife's cop. <br><br>Sure, she could have popped out a couple of kids but the need to be rebellious and outside rather than a stay at home mom would have drained her of any personality. Of course, she wanted children and yes, one day this crazy female could find someone to back her up when she came home from a shitty day. This day started out as shitty but it ended with absolution.<br><br>Absolution. <br><br>Funny word which meant to be freed from blame or guilt and/or release from consequences, obligations, or penalties. In essence, Shah felt absolved of everything and everyone she harmed because unlike most bikers she believed in the freedom of her sins. Yes, she was rationalizing her way out of her acts but it made her feel better about the things she committed for the club. <br><br><em>Anything for the club and nothing for Jax.</em><br><br>Yes, the phrase was god damn true. The club to her was everything even if her childhood dreams differed from the club's want and need of her own. SAMCRO and SAFSOA were her life and everything she gave to them, she knew it could give back. It might not be this second as she felt the pain of her injuries take over but as she listened to Jax's words she was given at least a day off to heal and to think about all she thought today. To be left with one's own thought could drive any man insane but with her, hopefully, it would keep her grounded. A huge chance her mind would fight her and take her out but she prayed to bareknuckle it for the rest of the week where she could go back to San Fran and throw herself into a willing lover's bed. <br><br>"Good night Jax, have a wonderful night with your loving girlfriend," she whispered to him and turned her back to him to reach for the food. Mistakes were the children of regret but regret was the enemy of absolution. Her words were harsh but maybe she could find her absolution in food, a phone call and the feeling of satisfaction when she became true Sergeant of Arms. <br><br><em>Every person wants absolution whether he or she realizes it or not; the real kicker is whether absolution will give it to those who are no longer worthy of it. Are you worthy?</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 06:24:18</strong>
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				There was a saying Jax had once heard.<br><br><em> “Every subject's duty is the king's; but every subject's soul is his own”</em><br><br>Henry V, Act IV<br><br>Ssh, don’t let anyone know.<br><br>Jax was the bad boy, bad ass, bad biker, VP of the Sons of Anarchy.<br><br>Couldn’t catch him reading Shakespere…<br><br>They might atomic wedgy him or stick him in his locker…<br><br>Would you be surprised to know he played D&amp;D?<br><br>And had a level 13 Elf Ranger?<br><br>Well, so would he, because he doesn’t. Seriously, did you even for a moment think he actually played D&amp;D?<br><br>And even if he did, he’d sooooo be a Dwarf…<br><br>No, he may not be the stereotype of the ignorant hard arse biker. They had Tig for that. He may be smart… not just book smart and not just pure street smarts. A combination of the two that made him dangerous and useful… that had brought him to the VP of the Sons of Anarchy… a position he had earned, not just been given because of his parentage. But he wasn’t that far from the stereotype.<br><br>But then again, isn’t that another stereotype.<br><br>The alpha male jock football player who’s all about banging chicks in the ass and downing kegs… but secretly lusts over he team-mates.<br><br>The bad ass mother fucker who beats people up yet goes home and watches the latest season of Heat Guy J and Noein while drawing pretty pictures.<br><br>That’s just as much of a stereotype as the one dimensional fucker mentioned above.<br><br>So, why this talk of stereotypes?<br><br>While this discussion of them?<br><br>Because we’ve got one more to deal with.<br><br>The duty bound motherfucker who’s being torn up inside. The man who sacrifices it all for some cause greater than himself but deep down wishes he didn’t have to. The man who’s cold on the outside but sorrowful within.<br><br>Wah wah.<br><br>Woe is me.<br><br>Yep, I went there.<br><br>It would be all to easy for Jax to descend to that place. Fuck it, he nearly did already. Get all upset and pitiful. Awh, he’d never wanted to torture Shah, hated every second of watching her there, every moment of Tig cradling that whip, the glint in his eyes shining through the mask. Hated the fact she hated him, hated the fact he’d lost a possible friend. Maybe lost something more. Hell, even hating the fact that Opie now wouldn’t get a shag out of the girl. But he had to, because it was the Sons of Anarchy and they came before him.<br><br><em>“Every subject's duty is the king's; but every subject's soul is his own”</em><br><br>His duty fulfilled, his soul flayed.<br><br>Poor Jax, poor poor Jax.<br><br>Woe is me.<br><br><span class="bbc_u">Bitch please!</span><br><br>Oh, don’t get me wrong. Jax wasn’t a happy bastard right now. He hadn’t wanted this to happen, but he understood why it had to. So I guess that whole duty, soul thing? Yeah, there’s a bit of a case.<br><br>But it’s not like he’s trapped against his will. He was here because of what he chose, because of what he loved. It was the consequences for his actions and he was not upset.<br><br>Everything for the SoA and nothing for Jax?<br><br>Maybe.<br><br>But that misses a point, a point that should be made. Jax ties his own fortunes to the Club’s so closely that it doesn’t matter if there’s nothing for him. He put his personal space, personal life to the side for the Club. That was a choice he made and for every day like today, every gristly second he had to endure there were others where he was alive, when he was full of joy.<br><br>No, Jax doesn’t want your pity.<br><br>He’s not even that bothered about your understanding.<br><br>Although that would nice he guessed.<br><br>What you’re dealing with here is a man who is too loyal and too smart for his own damn good. A man who was loyal to the club above all else, who lived and died, killed and tortured for the Sons of Anarchy.<br><br>But was smart enough to know that wasn’t the best way. That there should be another way, another path, another direction.<br><br><em>“Who will trade his karma for my Kingdom”</em><br><br>Karma by Kamelot… good song by the way.<br><br><em>“I …I am the one<br>The one …who lost control<br>Control …but in the end I'd be the<br>Last Man Standing<br><br>I …I am the one<br>The one …who sold his soul<br>His soul …forever gone to be the<br>Last Man Standing”</em><br><br>Last Man Standing… Hammerfall… another good song.<br><br>Don’t cry for me Argentina… woeful song.<br><br>Don’t cry for Jax Charming either…<br><br>As he turned Jax could have sworn he heard Shah whispering something, but nothing he could make out. Oh well. Blank in hand he made his way back down to the car, nodding his thanks to the owner as he gently placed Blank down. He considered having the little thing on his lap, but the distraction would be a little off-putting. Instead he placed him on the passenger seat, making sure the windows were closed before, with a slight screech of the tires, the car was back to rolling down those lonely roads.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 16:22:51</strong>
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				<em>Each betrayal begins with trust</em><br><br>Shah thought about the quote as she ate her way through the artery-clogging cheeseburger, fries but she left the soda alone the need for sugar already taken by the ice cream she slapped on to her fries. Yes, she was a weird female when it came to eating but she enjoyed the way she ate. Anyone had a problem with it could take it up with her fucking brass knuckles. No one had a right to tell her what to do and right now anyone who tried it would end up with a boot so far up their asses they would choke on her god damn toe rings. <br><br>Now back to what she was thinking, oh yes, each betrayal begins with trust. Did she trust too much? Should she trust less? Trust no one but herself? Keep her friends close and her enemies even closer? Too many fucking questions to even ponder over but it seemed answer it she must. For if not, be but sworn my love and I will no longer...Just kidding. What? Thought she might run off on quoting Shakespear and stabbing herself in the heart because of this? Nah. You would be impressed though if she spouted some philosophical shit but right now Shah is busy at the moment stuffing her face.<br><br>What? You think she should stuff something else down her throat? I bet you would like that. Hell, Shah wished she could as well. If things had not gone to fucking hell in a handbasket, she might have boned Opie. Yep, could have been screwing Opie's brains out, yelling at him to push harder, shift his hips more and fuck her until she had to walk bowlegged for a week. Walking bowlegged was a bitch but hell if you can still feel the cock or even throwing your hips inside a hot pussy, well it was worth the awkward walking. <br><br>However, someone had to fuck things over and now here she was with her hand in a god damn ice cream carton stomping on the roaches to keep them away from her food. Hell, she could have been a contender. Could have been a somebody. What? They stole the lines to that other fucking movie, forget its name but this is the story of Shah and who was going to tell Shah how she wanted to write it? Now back to the princess story (sure, right and this storyteller was the fucking Queen of Candyland), she been in a lot of dumps especially on runs but fuck, in a town called Charming, this motel was far from Charming. Hell, Charles Manson would find this place horrific and not any place to commit a fucking crime. Yes, she went there. So what?<br><br>How did this all happen? Well, someone needs to tell Shah that shit happens for a reason because right now all she felt was the need to rewind this whole fucked up day. Maybe if she done something different, things could have come out a whole lot fucking better. However, she had to hand it to Fate. Yes, fate because what bitch did not believe in fate? She might not be a religious person but there were a few things she did hold on to. Reincarnation, fate and karma. Shah knew what she was end up if she ever came back to this life, a black widow. Yes, a fucking black widow. Have a problem with that? Too bad, so god damn fucking sad. <br><br>Now, lets get back to the fucking story before it becomes even longer. Now, Shah believed in karma as well and for Jax he was fucking screwed. He screwed her over and now the world would bend him over and fuck him until he was crying tears of blood from his asshole. She laughed at the image of Jax being fucked from behind as she laid back on her bed. The sheets were a bit dusty but she could roll with the fucking punches. Yep, punches and how many punches had she taken today? Hell, enough to make her side ache and her jaw feel like she went a few rounds with a cock swinging man. Usually, her jaw felt this way after a good cock sucking session. She thought about this as she closed her eyes to try and dream away this horrible mess of a day.<br><br><em>All a man can betray is his conscience </em> <br><br>It seemed her own conscience was betraying her in her sleep. Felt like one of those damn alternate universes where things were different. In this one it seemed Jax and her were the best of friends, hell, even had him calling her Reading fucking Rainbow. Only those she thought of as true friends were allowed to call her that and with Jax it seemed he used it quite often. <br><br><em><strong>'Reading Rainbow, need you babysit Abel for me.'<br>'You do know I live in San Fran or did you forget it, Jax in the Box.'</strong></em><br><br>Jax in the Box? When the fuck did she call Jax, Jax in the Box? Oh, how her mind played tricks on her. She shuffled and turned in bed to try and relieve herself of this god awful dream. Shah had no need to see what could have happened if things had not gone down this route. Sure, if this event were handled another way, Shah could be at the clubhouse having a drink and laughing about it. Instead, she was in a reinvested motel sleeping on a sheet she bet would have enough fluids to make a major adult film star scream in horror. <br><br><em><strong>Jax rubbed Shah's belly as if she were a fucking bowling ball and right now she felt like one. Hell, Jax even went far enough as to pull up her shirt and kiss her rounded belly. </strong> </em> <br><br>Rounded belly? What the fuck? Things became even more strange as Jax talked to her pooch of a fucking stomach.<br><br><em><strong>'Love you Genna and Jay. Good idea on playing on my mom, Clay and dad's name," the otherworldly Jax whispered before he stood up and kissed her square on the lips.</strong></em><br><br>Square on the lips? He fucking kissed her? What the fuck was going on? This had to be a very twisted dream. A dream she wanted to be a part of. She continued to watch though as this otherworldly Shah kissed Jax back as if she had a right to do it and from the ring on her left hand, it seemed she did. Alright, now this was becoming too much of a fucking crazy dream. Even she knew when to draw the fucking line on dreams and this one went to a whole new level. This god damn alternate universe dream erased the line, move a bit and then drew a new line for its own fucking benefit.<br><br>Shah woke up to sounds of her own pained groan and the smell of dead roaches around her. She sighed in relief for what person wanted to be pregnant with Jax's kid? Hell, the first one almost died because of a junkie mother and now she dreamt of her own belly full with Jax's kid? No fucking way. Jax was not coming anywhere near her pudenda. How the fuck could she dream up shit like that? Maybe the cheeseburger was the culprit. She needed to find someone else to blame for this shit. Blame in on the tooth fairy at least.<br><br>A hand slid over her stomach and to the scar on her kidney. Thank god. She thought the dream had come alive. What? Shah was not fit to be a mother at the moment. You want her breast feeding while she is riding on a bike? How about changing a diaper as she made a job run? Or even cradling the baby at the same time she stomped the back of someones head while the guy was down? Does it paint a pretty picture of Shah as the ever loving mother of Jax's kid? I thought so.<br><br>So what have we learned from tonight, kiddies? Do not eat a shitload of greasy food and sugar because it will come back to haunt you. Yes, haunt the fuck out of you with dreams of getting pregnant by someone you loathe beyond a reason of a doubt. Someone who you never see yourself ever enjoying his company again let along coming near your naughty place. <br><br>Yes, naughty place kids or would you like it if I said, pussy? Do not let Jax's cock go anywhere near Shah's lush pussy, yes, lush, I am telling the fucking story here kids, where was I? Oh alright, do not let Jax's cock go anywhere near Shah's lush pussy because then problems will surely arise. Problems that even big grown ups will not be able to solve on their own less someone goes to the abortion clinic.<br><br>What is an abortion clinic? Well, it is a place your mother could not afford to go when she wanted to get rid of the little bastard and well, she had no choice but to have you child. What? Do not cry on me bitch, we have not even begun to get more into Jax's and Shah's relationship. Relationship? Yes, well, think of it as more of a fuck buddy system because as Fate, yes, bitch, I am Fate. Anywho, as Fate those bastards are going to have to talk it out or I am going to make their lives hell. Yes, hell and stop asking me these god damn questions.<br><br>Oh, if only Shah knew what Fate was talking about she might have told her to fuck off. For Shah, she fucked off back to sleep knowing she had twenty minutes to sleep before she had to hit the showers, get dressed and be ready for today. Hopefully, there would be no need to bust her knee caps or go further into torture. Hopefully, Jax was having a shitty nightmare as well where he lost his cock and balls. Yes, that put a smile on Shah's face as she went back to sleep, ladies and gentleman. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 18:58:07</strong>
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				There are signs when a night isn’t going to go particularly well.<br><br>And generally you can pick up on them fairly early.<br><br>I mean, that odd look, that misplaced word, just that moment in time.<br><br>Many are subtle. While you can pick them up there’s always some who don’t, who persist along anyway. Often everyone does and only afterwards, in the cold light of day, do they look back, ponder for a moment… and then go “Yeah, it was never going to go well, was it?”.<br><br>You know what isn’t a subtle hint that the night isn’t going to be that great…<br><br>What’s a sledgehammer to the face telling you it’s going to be awkward?<br><br><strong>“Oh my God! Jax! You bought me a puppy.”</strong><br><br>No actually he didn’t. Yes, that is a puppy in his arms.<br><br>No, don’t be like that. No, no, please.<br><br>No, no.. it’s for…<br><br>(Now, this is where it gets really bad. The puppy is a present from the half naked injured lady you saw earlier to the son you have with that meth-head ex-wife who you really hate… and seem to be very jealous of the fact Jax is going to be tied to her forever by his son)<br><br>Please, don’t just turn away like that…<br><br>*Rubs his jaw*<br><br>Yeah, I probably didn’t deserve that, but it’s ok.<br><br>.<br><br>.<br><br>.<br><br>Now, that one I really didn’t deserve.<br><br>------<br><br>You’d have to be inexcusably stupid to not get the message at this point that the night isn’t going to go that well. And Jax may be inexcusable, but he was not stupid.<br><br>So he got the message pretty damn quickly.<br><br>After leaving Shah’s new abode he’d driven back to the Clubhouse, resisting the temptation to refuel himself at the cheeseburger stand. The group was already half dispersed and he’d left with Clay’s ominous message of “I’ll call you when I fucking need to tell you something” ringing in his ears he had taken in a deep breath and driven to Tara’s. Not that he was particularly looking forward to it… not with the incessant questioning he’d received, but he’d said he’d see her… and so he did.<br><br>Once the arguing had ended and the standard consoling and reassuring had taken place he’d fed Blank with some food he’d picked up at a store, done what he could to relax and fallen asleep with Tara in his arms. Nothing happened between them, but the intimacy had been nice. A break from a fucking stressful day.<br><br>And by the way, he slept relatively well.<br><br>No nightmares or anything.<br><br>Perhaps he should have done. It would have added to that whole “sorrow” thing… his tortured soul and all that jazz. Woken up in a cold sweat calling out Shah’s name and begging forgiveness.<br><br>Wouldn’t Tara have loved that.<br><br>But no, he didn’t. That’s not to say he wasn’t unhappy with what had happened, or that he’d boxed it away into some compartment to be revisited whenever he wanted to show he had a conscience.<br><br>He just didn’t have any nightmares that night.<br><br>And so, more refreshed then he had any right to be, Jax Teller woke up the next morning, wished Tara his standard goodbye and prepared to head back to the Clubhouse, to find what this new day would bring.<br><br>Couldn’t be worse than yesterday.<br><br>Could it? <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>05-03-2009, 00:51:11</strong>
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				Sleep was nice. Sleep helped to calm the soothing beast or whatever the fuck people talked about when it came to sleep. For Shah, sleep recharged her batteries and made her get ready for another fucked up day. She spent two days in Charming and today was her third day. Only four days to go but it felt like a prison sentence that would never fucking end. Charming. Who the fuck named a town Charming when there was nothing to call charming? The things she saw in the car ride to Charming and the ride to the motel were anything but charming or beautiful. Now she had to put up with Jax and the rest of the SAMCRO members in broad daylight. At least the makeup Shah had would cover up any more bruises and padding her breasts and cunt could keep it from rubbing against the material of her shirts and panties. God, even thinking about it even hurts me kids. <br><br>Hopefully, Tig would know better than to start shit or the darling, female Shah would have no problem showing it how it feels like to sing castrato. All one has to do is take a knife, jaw, twist, pull and voila! A newly made castrato who is also a eunuch? What is a eunuch? Stop asking stupid questions and let me tell the fucking story people. I swear, I will never get through this damn story with interruptions. Everyone just has to fucking interrupt me and I have not gotten my eight hours of sleep. Even now, I look like shit with matted hair and oily skin, might as well look like the fucking goblin. Hell, had to deal with my husband Karma coming in complaining he has...what? Fuck. Sorry, back to our sweet and shiny story...<br><br>The alarm on Shah's phone woke her up bringing her out of a slightly erotic dream of a famous actor and herself. Muttering, she threw her cell phone against the other pillow behind her emitting a cloud of dust when it fell. Damn, that was a whole lot of fucking dust. Didn't anyone clean up around this dump? Obviously not since there were dust bunnies the size of Blank hiding beneath the fucking bed. Hell, the dust was big enough it made Shah sneeze and shake her head of the dust in her hair thus making her sneeze even more. What a vicious cycle, readers, is this not tragic? <br><br>No, what is tragic is the fact Shah was stuck in this god forsaken town for a few more days. Days she had to bare knuckle all the way in order to keep her sanity. Even now, her sanity slipped as she felt the tell tale crunch of a roach beneath her barefoot. "Fucking nasty, piece of shit motel, why the fuck am I here?," she roared out as she wiped her killed roach guts foot on a piece of the carpet not dirty before she shuffled off to shower, grumbling about how wrong this was and how she wished she was back home in her real town where everyone was who they were and not liars.<br><br>See kids? This is a bitter female who is pissed off because she is not back in her loft, in her damn bed with a fuck buddy who knows the drill to fuck her and then get the hell out of her place. Here, she cannot do any of those things. No house that is her own just this roach motel where, oh, look a family of roaches have managed to bury themselves in the trash can to feast on her leftovers. Is that not fucking beautiful? Fuck no. That shit is gross and hazardous to one's god damn health. Hell, she could not even bring back a hooker if she wanted to and even then hookers might have already been in Tig's bed. Another warning kids, never fuck anything been fucked before by Tig. No one wants to end up heading to the clinic or have to inform every sexual partner for the rest of your life that you contracted herpes from one of Tig's dirty bitches. What? Your mother has herpes? Well, must have gotten it from Tig then, sorry little Johnny.<br><br>Showered as best as she could from the mildew looking shower, Shah scrubbed her skin of the past few days. This female wanted to forget having been in the vicinity of the torture chamber. Wanted to forget how easily the SAMCRO men had gotten to her psyche. How she let Jax get close to her. It had to be the time of the month to make her feel this way. Didn't every female blame it on their period whenever they went psychotic on someone? I use that excuse all the time, ladies and gentleman and it is the best excuse ever. Try it sometime, well, not the men but the women if she ever wants to be a bitch and then blame it on her menstrual cramps. Sure, you murdered your husband in cold blood because it was the cramps which put you into the vicinity of a knife and your husband's face, right go and tell that to a clown because that explanation is one great god damn joke. <br><br>Anywho, Shah felt a whole lot fucking better as she came out of the bathroom clean. See, kids, even how showers help females too especially when it comes to being tortured and bruised. Well, while I was talking about periods, Shah had an emotional breakdown in the shower. Yes, she broke down and cried like a little bitch. Well, she is a bitch after all and pixie in stature so assumptions were correct on her crying like a little bitch. Back to the story, yes, she cried at how angry she was at what was going on. She slammed her fists against the cracked tile walls until her knuckles started to ache like guy in trouble of being blue-balled by his girlfriend. Yelled and screamed at how frustrated she became in the course of two days. Easily, these men infuriated her but not enough to make her want to give up. Shah would never give up the show to get what was hers and readers, it is a damn good thing or this story would end fucking early and I am in no mood for this to end at all. What? I am the storyteller and am in no need to finish a story with a ugly note.<br><br>Leaving the bathroom behind, Shah quickly changed into a new outfit for today. Layered long-sleeve henley, blue jeans, black shit kickers, and her SAFSOA jacket helped to put her back into good spirits. Applying her make up or as she jokingly referred to it as her war paint, she cursed beneath her breath. There was no clue as to what the day might come out to be but she came prepapred even if she felt like shit. Even through shit, this bitch would smile and bear the presence of everyone around her. <br><br>The lovely Shah might hate them but she could put up with them for as long as she needed to even if it might make her punch all of the god damn walls, the bitch would hold it all in. Bottle the shit up and put it at the back of the fridge to take it out when she was alone and left to her own thoughts. Is that not healthy children? Nah but it works for Shah, I think. How should I know, I am only Fate, bitches. "Ignore the anger in the morning but embrace it at night (such a beautiful quote to live by, do you not think readers?)," Shah whispered to herself as she checked her phone and sighed as it rang in her palm. <br><br>Conversations were something to enjoy or to hate depending on who one was talking to; if it was a lover, of course the person on the other line wants to talk to him or her. If it is an ex-lover then maybe not so much. Chucky being on the line was a good and bad thing. Yes, the two had been together after she was patched in and even thought about becoming more than fuck buddies. What? You thought men and women could truly be friends without sleeping with one another? Ladies and men, you two are in for a long night of disappointments. Sure, men and women can be friends but it does not mean both of them do not have the hots for one another. It could be the female itching to take her male's friend cock down her throat or even the male fantasizing about fucking his female friend in her tight pussy until he explodes inside of her. Whoever told you men and women can be friends without sexual tension needs to get their head out of someone else's ass and tell them to pay attention to this fucking beautiful tale. <br><br>Now, Chucky and Shah were lovers after she was patched in, never before she was a Prospect because it looks bad and underhanded. Might even make people think she slept her way to secure votes but never had Shah gone that route. She knew a few of the former Prospects tried it only to blow up in their faces when they made the fatal mistake to blackmail a member into giving them a vote unless he wanted to be cut off from blowjobs. Those females were kidding themselves into thinking they were hot shit but Shah always laughed and amused herself when those females were shown how their blowjobs were nothing compared to other women. She even remembered one female Prospect walking in on the member whom she tried to blackmail fucking the Prospect's cousin who was not even a Prospect. How easily, she was shown the female had no power or influence in the club. Soon after, she packed up and left while the cousin stuck around for a few more months before she too left of her own accord.<br><br>With Shah and Chucky, the two talked about settling down together but in the end with how things were, the two were just that: friends. Shah had nothing wrong to say about Chucky because even when the two were fucking one another, he had her back and she had his in the club. Right now, she wanted Chucky to have her back not only today but in her bed. When things went to shit it was usual for someone to go back to the something he or she is familiar with and Shah wanted to relearn Chucky's buttons but moreso to get his opinion on what happened to her last night. The first thing she told Chucky over the phone was the fact she was awol yesterday because she was tortured by the SAMCRO members. <br><br>"What the fuck? No. This is some bullshit," Chucky yelled over the phone. He had been calling and calling her for the past two days to get a hold of her after her last email was never sent to him. Shah had been sending Chucky information on how she was fairing in Charming and whether she might need back up. Things like this were not open to others but the one vying for a spot and Chucky had been left out. Last night, while Jax had been off buying her food, Shah sent a text message to Chucky to inform him she was alive but slightly over the mountain. The two used codes to keep anyone from reading their messages easily if either one of them lost or misplaced their phones. With the term "over the mountain" meant she had been made to go through something which felt like going over a moutain on foot. Not a smart code but it worked for them. <br><br>The two talked as Shah shoved a few essentials into her book bag to take with her to the clubhouse. The book bag was light with only her piece, laptop, Ipod, cell phone and a book called 'Story of O' by Pauline Reage. Yes, she reads erotica as if that is a fucking new thing to find out about Shah. If the bitch is bisexual and has slept with enough people to compete with a few small time porn actresses then her reading erotica is no big fucking deal people. Chill and relax while she figures out whether or not to hoof it to the clubhouse. Shah needed a fucking ride back to the clubhouse. One time she wished she had her god damn bike but no it was being fixed as Daddy D mentioned when she found it disappeared from her underground parking lot. Daddy D was always doing something to her things; hell, she even walk in on him ordering a few paintings she had seen at the local museum in San Francisco because she kept going everyday to see the same paintings by John William Waterhouse and had gotten sick and tired of her turning off her phone while in the museum. Even though Daddy D commented on getting replica's of the paintings because he hated to see her wasting her time at the museums it was the thought of him buying those gifts which held her loyalty in him above all else, even her own adoptive parents.<br><br>Music helped to soothe the bitch inside of Shah at the moment. Her Ipod was always on her body when she was awake and it took a bit of scrambling in her bugs but she managed to find it. The bitch could go nowhere without her Ipod because hell it held a lot of podcasts, audiobooks and music she listened to while she hit the road. Hell, she could be on a run going eighty on the back highways and the bitch would be listen to a Steinback novel to catch up on her reading list. Yes, she had a fucking reading list. Got a problem with that? Thought so because a bitch who informed herself about literature was able to come up with quicker shots in an argument about who was the better writer: Steinback or Orwell. <br><br>Having no clue what time she needed to be there, she thought it better to hoof it to the clubhouse. It was a good ten blocks and checking the time it was close to seven in the morning. Not like anyone in the club was awake at this hour. Well, she was but she was not part of the Charming chapter and thank god because she might have gone fucking crazy in this town. No wonder Jax's girlfriend, Tara, left this fucking place. There was nothing to fucking do around here. Shutting the motel door behind her, Shah slipped her sunglasses on to her face before she made her way down the street towards the direction of the clubhouse. With music pounding in her ears, she would make it to the clubhouse in forty minutes, no biggie. Not like anyone was waiting on her to get there on any old fucking time. Right?
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>06-03-2009, 17:11:40</strong>
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				<em>“We can only appreciate the miracle of a sunrise if we have waited in the darkness”</em><br><br>No-one knows who first said this quote. Google it and you’ll find a whole bunch of people using it, but none who can put a name to who gave it to us.<br><br>Perhaps that is fair, perhaps that right.<br><br>For saying who came up with a quote reeks of an appeal to authority. Does “<em>It is wiser to find out than suppose</em>” gain more strength through being said by Mark Twain than it would by anyone else? Shouldn’t a great quote be able to stand on its own even if not said by a great person? Does it truly matter that it was Voltaire who said <em>“Doubt is not a pleasant condition, but certainty is absurd</em>”?<br><br>No, it only matters who said a quote when the quote doesn’t really stand up to the test of time.<br><br><em>“640k should be enough for anyone”.</em><br><br>Thus says a Bill Gates, a man who may well have seen rather more than 640k slip through his fingers.<br><br>So no, we will leave the quote to stand on its own two feet, to take your appreciation and your criticism without the shield of a respected creator.<br><br><em>“We can only appreciate the miracle of a sunrise if we have waited in the darkness”</em><br><br>Jax didn’t really appreciate the miracle of sunrise, even though he'd spent a lot of time in the darkness. Fuck, normally the only time he saw it was when a night out had stretched long enough to last till the breaking dawn… and by then he wasn’t in the state to take a moment to look up and appreciate the new day. Outside of that, at the time the sun first shone down Jax would normally be doing what any good Sons of Anarchy member should… sleeping off the night before.<br><br>Seeing as he lived there it wasn’t strange to see him at the Clubhouse at this time… he lived there.<br><br>It was strange for him to be awake at that time.<br><br>But awake he was, having driven from Tara’s, Blank in tow, parked up and made his way into the place that was no longer just his spiritual home. The hunger had really started to set in now and he went about fixing it. Jax’s morning meal was somewhat of a secret he kept. Running with the Sons meant an excessive amount of fries, burgers, hotdogs and anything else with your entire weeks RDA of saturated fat in it, alcohol and, in Jax’s case, cigarettes. That wasn’t the recipe for a healthy or long life, even with all the other shit that went down. Especially when a fries and some salad on a burger were the closest to vegetables that they got.<br><br>So Jax went his own way. Although he was smart enough to know all the shit he’d get if it came out, so he knew to keep it a little bit secret.<br><br>Into the blender went the banana, the blueberries, followed by the skim milk, the almond butter, the oatmeal and two scoops of whey protein. Blend it all up and you have a horrific looking but damn tasty and very healthy morning shake.<br><br>And just to undo all that he then lit up a smoke and wandered out to the front. He may not see or appreciate the morning often, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to give it an ogle this time.<br><br>And so, smoke and shake in hand he was standing outside the Clubhouse.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>06-03-2009, 22:34:00</strong>
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				<em>Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.</em> <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Psalms 23:4 <br><br>Sure, sure, sure. The psalm might work to scare children and those on the verge of sinning to curb their basic instinctive desires but it did not work on Shah one bit. It works for some people but what happens when someone needs guidance through this week? Hell, SAMCRO had to put up with Shah's presence and Shah had to keep her head above the infested waters in Charming. Already, she had one person gunning for her and his name was Tig. With the rest of the SAMCRO members there could be a split between trying to make things easier on her and others hoping the shit would not come their way. Already a few wondered any conversations ensued between Jax and her as she was driven to the roach infested motel. A few of the guys even put bets on her not coming back but it would be Shah to cash in on those bets once she showed the men she was not backing done.<br><br>The female swung her hips side to side as if she worked each fucking street. Her book bag slapped against her ass like past lovers ramming themselves into her from behind or even merely giving her a love smack before he or she left Shah's bedroom. Rarely did Shah let anyone sleepover in her bed at her place at all and if it was, it usually was Chucky who was too lazy to drive the extra six blocks to his own place. Come to think of it, after the debacle with her fiance, Shah only let Chucky stay in her bed and it was because he was too long for the short couch she had in her loft. Even then, he knew to keep his hands to himself or at least give her orgasm first before he took his own. <br><br>Yes, she still slept with Chucky from time to time but she kept it out of the clubhouse in SAFSOA. Daddy D did not like her sleeping with Chucky and the same went for Chucky fucking her but Shah knew never to mix business with pleasure. When she fucked Chucky it was not at the clubhouse and never in front the clubhouse members and Prospects. Sure, people fucked one another in the club because of the different genders and sexual orientations but all god damn knew to keep the drama outside of the clubhouse walls unless it dealth with clubhouse business. <br><br>Stopping at the local supermarket where she first bought her junk food two days' ago, Shah purchased several granola bars, a few packets of gum, two bottles of water and of course, chocolate. Now, chocolate was her guiding light through all this shit and as long as she could still buy chocolate with her own money this week could float on by. Now, see ladies and gentlemen of the court if one gives chocolate to a female it will calm her down. There is an active ingredient called: Bitch Suppresor. Give a female chocolate the gene called Bitch will be suppresed for a time while the female consumes and has her way with the chocolate. There is no chance of overdosing on chocolate and the more one gives to a female, the better the chance of survival around the said female will be given. No guarantee it will work on every female but there is always the back up plan of intimacy men and women. Yes, intimacy, get over it.<br><br>Shah wondered what might happen today as she listened to the George Thorogood &amp; The Destroyers, Bad to the Bone. Would there be another torture method? Refrain her from going to the bathroom unless she gave them information on the members of SAFSOA? Well, she gave them enough information especially on the different sexual classes and genders in the club. Everyone in SAFSOA had their own story to tell and if anyone wanted to gain a bigger position in the club, Shah would warn them to watch their back and their asses if Tig had anything to do about it. In SAFSOA, it was life and love for one another but here, it was more life and pain for everyone. Everyone in Charming but Shah had her exit back to San Francisco when all of this was over. She would walk through the valley of the shadow of death and come out of it with a new patch and a smile on her god damn face.<br><br>A smile appeared on her face as she noticed who was up at this morning. Aye, it seemed the only bird up today was someone Shah wished came down to the ebola virus or rabies. Anything to put Jax in a bad mood but a plan turned and boiled inside of the female's head. What plan, ladies and gentleman? A plan to be the very best Sergeant at Arms while at the same time causing Jax a bit of his own trouble. Shah would be careful of course of how far to draw the line on torturing Jax in her very special way. Kill him with sweetness and then throw it in his face how wrong he was about the way he acted with her. Might not be a good plan but hell, better than going after him guns ablazing. End up dead and would not want the ending to be like that, now would we?<br><br>Killing him softly with sweetness is what Shah would do and it was better than ignoring him for the rest of the week. For Shah, being sweet meant to be polite, get the job done and over show the fact she fucking rocked at what she was assigned. Once these men gave her a shot at going on a run with them and seeing her in action, Shah was confident her position was in her back pocket. Of course, there was the matter of Chucky slamming her phone with messages of him coming down to help her out or to even involve Daddy D in this whole situation. That is not what Shah wanted at all and if Daddy D came to her rescue it would make it seem she needed a posse to make herself look stronger and tough. Shah made it for two days in this dump of a town and even with injuries sustained last night, Shah was not throwing in the towel. If Tig thought by humiliating her and asking her how she felt last night, Shah would pack it up and leave, Tig was in for a big surprise.<br><br>"What are you drinking?," Shah asked as she leaned against the wall of the clubhouse. She popped a piece of chocolate into her mouth and sighed in relief. The sun was close enough to push itself into the sky and it shined the clubhouse and the rest of the area in an orange glow. Shah was happy to have her sunglasses on her face to keep them from watering at the sun's beam hitting her straight. How much sun did this city get? Felt like the sun enjoyed itself by staying right above the clubhouse for the longest time. No wonder everyone around here looked naturally tanned instead of the fake bake and slap on tan in San Francisco. San Francisco was cool during the summer and somewhat cold during the winter, the best place to be but then one could also smell the dead fish and oil from the ocean in the Bay. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>07-03-2009, 00:57:40</strong>
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				<strong>"Protein shake. Got to keep myself big and strong. You want one?"</strong><br><br>The voice was half mocking, but in a good natured way. Another inhale on the smoke, yet more cancer filtering down into his body, undoing most of the good work the shake did.<br><br>The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away.<br><br>But Jax sure gave him a helping hand...<br><br>He glanced up, squinting a little in the early morning sunshine, taking another sip.<br><br><strong>"You're up early. Always an early riser?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>07-03-2009, 01:16:33</strong>
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				What the fuck not, she needed the protein anyway and the way she ate last night, anything healthy was welcomed. If she could survive the rest of the week without making her heart work three times as hard from eating junk food she could make putting up with Jax's comments. "Sure, always need to pump up a bit and take on the day," she answered, removing a granola bar from her book bag and biting into it. <br><br>Mmm, granolay goodness and it was good for her body too. What a shocker. The sun continued to hit her in the face and she turned to give her back to enjoying the warm sun seep into her dark, leather jacket. His next question brought a smile to cut lip having seen the damage to her mouth when she brushed her teeth. The inside of her cheek was cut from where her back teeth sliced into it and her lower lip was cracked from the dryness. A swipe of lip gloss and lip liner helped to hide any efforts of her torture.<br><br>"The way the sun rises in San Francisco, it hits me straight in the face. Had to put up dark blankets to keep the sunlight from waking me up on the weekends or my days off," she offered as she held out her granola bar in an offering towards Jax. Jax might be a smoker and a bastard but if he died before his kids' fifth birthday because of cancer then she wanted to put a few more years' on his life.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>07-03-2009, 17:56:21</strong>
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				Jax stubbed the smoke, glancing back up at Shah as he took another dip sip.<br><br><strong>"Let's go get you one then."</strong><br><br>He shook his head at the offered granola bar. a hand rising to indicate his non-acceptance.<br><br><strong>"Nah babe. That shit's normally full of sugar and whatever the fuck else they can throw in there. Big old scam like most of that health food shit. Some motherfucker tried to tell me acai berries were fucking magical once. Fuck that shit."</strong><br><br>The door to the Clubhouse was held open for her, Jax lounging back and allowing her in first, following her in.<br><br><strong>"Fuck, a day on for most of us bastards starts at around 11. Day off and you'll be lucky to see us before 3."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>07-03-2009, 19:15:07</strong>
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				Laughing, she looked at the granola bar and threw it to the side. Nice to find out before she shoved the rest of the bars down her throat. What a fucking con and yet the granola industry was still making its money. Hmm, another idea to look into and invest, Shah thought about as she headed inside. She thanked him for holding the door already getting started on being nice and keeping her tongue from lashing out.<br><br>Shah chuckled as she heard about their sleeping habits. For San Francisco, there was too much to do she hated to waste it away in bed. Sure, there were a few days she told San Fran to give her a few hours of sleep before heading off to shop in Chinatown or check out the sights of Alcatraz. Truly, though she lived in San Francisco, Shah never had the chance to be on the Island. Everytime she wanted to book tickets it was either sold out or the times fucked with her own clubhouse schedules. However, this year Chucky hinted at being able to get tickets for the two of them to go together. <br><br>"Mmm, with the way my loft is, you hear the bustle of the cars and people getting up to run around the place. The way the clubhouse goes, we are up by eight and done by six or seven unless we have runs," she explained and settled herself at the bar. The place smelled a bit more of sex and blood but it was better than the smell of dead roaches and dust back at the motel. Hopefully, the roaches would stay out of her duffel bags but before heading out, Shah was smart enough to duct tape any way the roaches and vermin could try and get into the bags. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 20:04:22</strong>
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				Jax brushed past her as he made his way behind the bar, to the blender, still half full of his breakfast mix. Pulling out the closest thing to a clean glass the place had, he poured Shah the drink. He wasn't lying about it being one of the least-tempting things you could imagine, as it slid... yep, slid rather than poured, into the glass. But appearences can be decieiving. Ain't that the truth? The glass was handed over as he took another sip of his own, finishing it. A spoon was pulled out to scoop up the last chunks left sticking to the bottom. He went about washing up the blender, glass and spoon... his bedroom may look like a bomb site, but he liked to keep some level of hygene going around the bar itself.<br><br><strong>"You got the big city life girl. Us country yokels over here, we like to lie in. Even with doing the day-jobs, we rock up pretty late. I think some of the boys think 8am is a fictional time... they've never seen it."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 20:17:14</strong>
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				Big city life? Damn, he acted like a hick who was ready to banged his sister once this night was over. "Nice to hear you country folk are doing fine with the new well installed, youngling," she joked with a smile on her face. Poor, Jax, Shah thought as she eyed the contents in the glass. Whatever was in this glass did not seem to be working on him. Hell, he looked like he had some fight with the missus and ended up sneaking out this morning. His hair looked even greasier than the cheeseburger she consumed last night. How glad she was that he was not interested in her nor was she in her because she might kick herself for lowering her standards. Yes, she had fucking standards.<br><br>Hmm, it did not look like it would jump out and bite her ass. Carefully, she took a sip, frowning to find out what the taste could be and if it was hazardous to animals and other people. What was it the things supposed to make one healthy looked disgusting and reeked of rotten food? Shah took another sip but this time she pinched the bridge of her nose to contain the smell from slipping into her nostrils. Everything else tasted great but she swore it was not filled with just healthy fruits.<br><br>"What else is in the stuff other than, blueberries, I taste some bananas and I think almond. Cannot guess the other ingredients," she asked, as she licked her lips with her pink tongue. Well right now her pink tongue was stained with the concotion she managed to shovel down her gullet. At least this healthy shit would make up for what she ate the last few days.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 23:19:49</strong>
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				<strong>"Awh, I'm sorry miss. Out in these 'ere parts we don't often get no reason to get excited. When we finished the well, why by gawd we all got ourselves together and had us a little barn dance and went to cornhole lil' Timmy's sister."</strong><br><br>Jax spoke with the most stereotypical Southern redneck accent he could manage. It was ok... nothing too special, but close enough that he didn't just sound like a retard. A grin broke across his face as he spoke, turning off the tap as the finished washing up, putting the cutlery and the like away.<br><br><strong>"Natural flavoured whey protein, steel-cut oatmeal... which gives it its clumpy texture and some skim milk. The almond's are from almond butter... as a Harley to a scooter, almond butter to peanut butter. It's pretty much the perfect morning meal, all in a disgusting looking but fucking tasty shake. Better than the days where I was downing three bowls of Captain Crunch and a coke. Get an ok night in?" </strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 23:32:55</strong>
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				Fuck, he almost made the shake come out of her fucking nose. Jax was that fucking funny with his impersonation of a stereotypica fucking redneck who banged his sister and a sheep in the same day. "As long as you at least knock up little Tommy's sister and not the fucking sheep, do not have nothing against you son of a bitch," she joked, wiping her mouth and at her eyes. Fuck, he managed to get her laughing hard enough to mess with her make up. Thank god for waterproof mascard or her shit would be running down her face in dark rivers.<br><br>Shah continued to sip the glass and managed to get through the smell to the good stuff. No bad at all to take after eating crap for the past two days. Hell, the salad she had in San Francisco was fucking miles away from this healthy shake. She would have to get the ingredients down along with how much of the stuff he added into the blender before she headed back to San Francisco. Fucking God only knew how much healthy shit she needed to put into her body to expell all of the heart stopping and cholesterol rising food.<br><br>There was the ponderment of whether Shah should Jax in on how her might went. Should she tell him it was fine and change the subject? How about informing him she had a fucked up dream of being pregnant with twins? Better to go with a lie and keep this morning from getting awkward. "Eh, dusty with roaches trying to get into my bags but I slept like a fucking baby. Feel a lot better than last. How about you?," she asked as she continued to down the healthy milkshake.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 01:44:45</strong>
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				<strong>"Gawd damn it hunny, so that's what I've been doing wrong all these years. I knew there was something up when no-one else talked about the bleating..."</strong><br><br>Yep, that accent was back.<br><br>It was good to see Shah laugh... and smile. Although it was strange considering all that had happened. Good in a way as well, at least when Jax put back on his VP hat. She'd been fucked over, tortured, messed around and now, here she was, laughing and smiling with him. He didn't know if it was a real or a front, but with the VP hat on it didn't matter... she was showing she could get on with the job whatever the else the fuck was going on. That was something Jax could admire... he'd had to do a fuck load of that himself. Opie, Abel, the women in his life, even the fucking journal. Nah, Jax fucking Teller could appreciate someone who could just get on with the job<br><br>He pondered making a joke about being happy he didn't get jumped this morning, but decided it was probably too soon for that. There were no doubts limits to where even Shah would put a good face .<br><br><strong>"The Clubhouse is still here if you want to avoid the company of roaches. I slept ok to be honest. Got my head down, got some kip. Had to do some explaining to Tara, but yeah..."</strong><br><br>A chuckle, both hands on the bartop, leaning over.<br><br><strong>"Her seeing you're pretty ass walking around the club house led to some slightly awkward moments. As did me rocking up with Blank and her thinking I'd bought the little guy as a present for her. But nah, decent nights sleep all things considered."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 04:16:43</strong>
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				Though she promised herself to be polite, forget matters for now, her laughter and smile were all of her own and not faked. If something was funny, Shah would laugh but if not, do not expect even a smile if the comment was too bland to be considered a joke. For now, the face of someone who could get along with a male she hated was set on her face as she put down the now empty glass. Mmm, it filled her up better than a mouth watering breakfast. The only good kind of breakfast she found herself getting was the local hole in the wall diner in San Francisco. Around here, she doubted there was a To Eat &amp; Love diner in this little fucking town. <br><br>The thought of coming back to the clubhouse was tempting but she wondered if she might have to watch her back and ass once more. She heard there would be no more of surprise torture visits but with the way things were, she would not be surprised if the group did it just to scare the fuck out of her. "If I come back to the clubhouse, can you put a fucking lock on the inside and a chair to make sure Tig does not think about repeating the performance but only one on one? I know I promised not to cause trouble but after last night with his comments, he might try something like that again," she asked, hoping Tig was not stupid enough to start shit with her. She was aching a bit but not as much as last night but if he started in on her with reminding her of how it felt for him to hurt her Shah would have her ass in jail on murder charges.<br><br>"Got some kip? You sure you are not a British bloke who is trying to be a redneck hillbilly?," she joked, shaking her head at the thought of one Jax Teller throwing out a British accent for the hell of it. Pretty ass? Nah, he must say that to every bitch who he sees their asses in the clubhouse. "Awkward moments? Like her thinking I was one of your groupies? Please, I am not that desperate for sex and even then I have my vibe," she answered, chuckling at his words. Did Tara really think she would fuck the VP of SAMCRO? Shah knew she was called various names, one of them she-devil because of her antics in San Francisco when it came to handling business. Still, it put an extra kink in her smile as she looked him over. Even if Jax had not fucked her over with this torture stuff, Shah would not fuck him or even propose sex. He had too many problems and at times she wondered how the fuck he put up with these clingy bitches and not realize he was clingy himself. Yes, clingy what are you going to do about it?<br><br>Jax was clingy in the sense that he needed someone to need him or else he felt left out of shit. Look at how he was with Tara and Shah noticed that any other bike would have had worn a static cling-free jacket to keep the crazy ones off of them. Maybe she was wrong in her assumptions but if no one needed him what could he do with his life? Eh, maybe it was the milkshake working her mind into a fritz today. "You do not have to worry about Tara thinking I am your chika on the side because sorry to say this Jax but you are not my type at all," she answered, shaking her head but she smiled to let him know it was not a bad thing to not be her type. In fact, it saved him any future inklings of her even wanting to fuck his brains out and cause trouble. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 19:24:41</strong>
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				<strong>"Yeah, we can barricade the place. And if he does try something you have my permission to make him sing falsetto. Just try not to jump all over him every time he says something retarded."</strong><br><br>Jax stood back up from leaning on the bar, arms spreading out as he stretched, rolling his neck. He had a unique ability to fall asleep anywhere when needed, but that didn't mean he necessarily enjoyed it the next day. Even though he'd had a comfy bed, he was still feeling the kinks. Getting old he thought to himself. Getting damn old.<br><br><strong>"Yeah, I'm trying to be multi-cultural. Learn to get along with our brothers from other places. The well known "Sons of Anarchy "I fucked my sister"" and the "Sons of Anarchy "There be Dragons"" chapters."</strong><br><br>He chuckled slightly as the conversation turned to the more prickly topic of Tara and her reaction to seeing Shah there the day before. To be fair, Jax brought a lot of it on himself. Whether he and Tara were actually going out or not was a difficult question in and of itself, but they were certainly in the grey area around it. Which meant that the fact Tara knew about the girl down with the Devil's Tribe... hell, got a photo of him with that blonde... hadn't gone down that well. Thanks God she didn't know about him and Wendy that one night yet. They'd been through their dramas, but lets be honest... Jax telling Tara he'd slept with hundreds of girls also hadn't earnt him the boy scout of the year award either. So yeah, when Tara saw a half naked girl, even one with some serious looking injuries walking around the clubhouse, it led to a couple of conversations that no-one really wanted to have.<br><br><strong>"Hey, it's an obvious guess to make. After all, I am fucking gorgeous."</strong><br><br>The words were said with a chuckle, obvious self-deprication apparent, a twinkle in his eyes.<br><br><strong>"Yeah, I heard your type were those blessed with unsurpased ugliness. As I'm pretty enough to charm the stars from the night and sexy enough to make birds drop from the sky, I'm fairly certain I'm safe from your advances. That said, there is a guy who works at the morgue who sounds right up your street."</strong><br><br>He chuckled again as he wandered out from behind the bar, walking to the pool table and racking up. They had some time to kill and of his many addictions, pool was perhaps the most harmless.<br><br><strong>"Game?"</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 20:06:52</strong>
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				"Alright and can you let Tig know I want my fucking panties and bras back?," she asked, showing him she was without any fucking bra by pulling down her shirt a bit to show her breasts were swinging free. At least her breasts were not in the condition to look like a pair of sagging nuts anytime soon. When the day came where her breasts were touching her knees, Shah would be off to get them nipped and tucked. What? You thought she was wholly feminist in giving female's equal rights and pay? Sure, but when it came to having a good body to put up with the shit of being a female, Shah wanted to have her ass sucked and her breasts inflated in case one day she started to look like a sack of potatoes. The slight peek of her not wearing a bra was not too low that Jax was flashed with her nipples but enough to let him know Tig was responsible for her going commando. Who else would want her panties and bra? The rest of the guys did not look to have a pantie fetish and Prospect would have been too stupid to pull a prank on her in the condition she was last night. Hell, the way her clothes were thrown about it was as if the person merely wanted her panties and bra but nothing else. <br><br>Shah could easily buy herself a couple of bras from the local Piggly Wiggly but she doubted any of them were fitted to hide guns and knives on the side cups. While men could wear gun holsters without a bra getting in the way, Shah had her own shit made to deal with her set of breasts. Now without her special bras, she fell back on wearing the smaller gun holsters that usually cut into her sides but were fine to use come gun fighting time. "May be he is into wearing them or jacking with it wrapped around his dick, but I am not missing one or two but my whole set of bras and panties from my duffel bag. I brought a good seven pairs, all gone," she commented as she listened to him talk about being multicultural with every group. Well, he seemed to be putting up with seeing a mongrel female trying to take up Sergeant at Arms for the San Francisco chapter. She wondered if he would flip the fuck out once he found out about a few European chapters being run by mostly&nbsp; women. Hell, she heard a female who wanted to be the next Hungarian club chapter President would be coming over to Charming to have herself tested for the position. <br><br>Jax was fucking hilarious to call himself pretty fucking awesome in his own words. Sure, he had a pretty face, not classically handsome, somehow more rugged. However, the smell of cigarette smoke and his greasy hair turned down any decent female and only the groupies or those who really had no choice but to fuck him were left for his picking. To hear him calling himself fucking gorgeous was like Shah calling herself Queen of Chocolateland. It was farfetched but it showed Jax had some steel cajones and a somewhat okay self-esteem to keep himself from wondering why he managed to fuck only the bottom of the female barrels. No educated female would want to fuck a man like him who fucked every other thing with a hole in it but he was not as bad as Tig who fucked anything, period. <br><br>"Of course, I love those men with hair on their backs, huge gold chains, potbellies and a receding hair line. God, Jax, just thinking about it makes me so wet," she answered as she rolled her eyes into the back of her head and fanned herself with her left hand. She stopped fanning herself and laughed her ass off at even thinking she was going to fuck an Italian Ginny. Men with hairy backs were a fucking turn off to her and those who flaunted themselves with door knocker earrings and huge chains usually ended up getting the boot to their asses. Shah had her limits on what kind of man or woman she wanted to fuck but she knew what she did want to fuck in the end. Though Jax was not on the list of people she wanted to fuck no matter if he talked about how birds dropped from the sky to admire his sexiness or charm the stars from the night. Hell, maybe he was charming a meteor to come down and kill his ass on the spot.<br><br>Pushing herself off of the bar stool, she left her book bag on the bar's counter top. "Stars from the night, my pantiles ass. If I wanted you, I could get you with a few drinks because honestly you are more of a man whore than I would think. Yes, I heard about the females you managed to fuck everytime you enter into one town or another. I am surprised none of them have gotten knocked up or called you to let you know they have Herpes and you should get tested. Besides, I have class with an ass, Jax. Put me in a dress and I can have a few tongue lolling out of several people's mouths with men and women running to help me out of the same dress," she shot back with a smirk on her lips as she grabbed ahold of a pool stick. Bending over the pool table, she got herself ready to play a game of pool with Jax even though in her head she was working on gaining his trust. Once she had his trust, he would be in for a fucking surprise. "Oh and by the way, those birds drop from the sky because of your stank ass breath."
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>12-03-2009, 21:45:02</strong>
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				Jax chuckled as he stood back, letting Shah break.<br><br><strong>"Babe, the people are running to help you out of the dress in the same way we all run to help a poor blind kid who's stepped out onto the road. For at the shit human nature gets, as your annecdote indicates, we are all willing to help out a charity case. Either that, or the way you stop a child drawing all over a work of art with a big red marker... don't want to ruin something beautiful by filling it with mishaped lines..."</strong><br><br>He winked at her, chuckling again, leaning back on the nearest wall. His next words were slightly more serious in tone.<br><br><strong>"I'll make sure Tig gives you your stuff back. He shouldn't have done that."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>12-03-2009, 21:54:35</strong>
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				Shah broke the balls, watching as a solid colored red fell into one of the side pockets. Solid colored it was as she leaned with the white cue ball to take out a blue one as she listened to his spiel. Fine, he was good at throwing pot shots that she could give him. Still, she doubted his moves in the bedroom because anyone could easily say he or she was Casanova and really be Pee-Wee Herman at the X-rated skiniplex.<br><br>"Ouch, my black heart is breaking because you have wound me so," she joked, placing a hand over her heart as she missed the shot letting him have his go at the pool table. Chuckling, she rubbed the back of her neck and nodded. Yes, she missed not having a bra to keep her girls' secure or something to keep from adjusting herself between her legs. While she was fine going commando, going without underwear after the fact her cunt was tortured with pliers and electricity made anything rubbing against the slits painful. With underwear, it could help stop her from grabbing her crotch every few minutes to keep the line of her pants from rubbing to harshly against her pussy. "Do not know why he did it but if it has stains on them, then I might just give them back. No sense in putting on underwear where Tig has spunked in them," she commented. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>14-03-2009, 18:59:14</strong>
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				Jax chuckled again, walking over and lining up his shot. Some players seemed to spend an age calculating exact angles and weight/power distributions. Not so with Jax, who instead bent, lined and shot. And, at least for the moment, it was working fine as the stripe rolled into the pocket, the white spinning back to line up for his next shot. He stood back up from the table briefly, looking over the table.<br><br><strong>"He took them because he's a sick fuck, and I'm sure in his little mind it was fucking hilarious. He's pretty much the worlds most dangerous 13 year old."</strong><br><br>He's made the shot easy for himself with his white ball play on his first, and the ball shot into the pocket. No such luck with his control this time, the white spinning round the table like well... Blank... ending up leaving him with near nothing.<br><br><strong>"Good choice. As I said when you grabbed his balls, you have no idea where he's been... or who he's been in... or what he's been in. Chemical warfare ever breaks out and I'm sending Tig to the front line... that guys got to have more deseases then fuck... I can't think of anything with a lot of deseases that isn't Tig. The fucking national desease research prevention centre or whatever."</strong><br><br>He hit and hoped. He hit a bit too hard and hoped a bit too much, and nothing even came close to working, the balls rolling across the table in seemingly any direction but the one he wanted them too.<br><br><strong>"Fuck. Your shot."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>14-03-2009, 20:52:38</strong>
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				"Met a few sick fucks but your Tig beats them all. Just do not tell him that or he might get a bigger head," she answered as she adjusted herself again. This was going to get bothersome and if she did it in front of Clay then hell might as well pack up her own shit. The only other thing she remembered to bring was sanitary pads in case the birth control she used ever fucked out on her and gave her spotting in between. She could slip into Jax's bathroom and put it on because she did have a few in her book bag. However, the only thing she needed to concern herself about was kicking his ass in a game of pool.<br><br>She watched him as he played and was impressed just a tid bit. He was not any of those pool players who made a living checking out the mathematical way to go about shooting an eight ball into a corner pocket at the end of a game. Instead, he merely went about finding a shot that could be made and she chuckled a bit to see the white ball spinning. The spinning reminded her of Daddy D's old yeller dog who even hitting the human years of thirteen and dog years of ninety-one, the dog continued to chase his own tail despite the arthritis in his knees. The thought of her own pup waiting for her at home brought a smile to her face even as she listened to Jax explain about Tig.<br><br>Oh, when she grabbed his balls, Shah was only too glad she wore her fucking driving gloves. Shah might have soaked her hands in bleach if she went for him without any protection. "I feel sort of bad for anything that is fucked by him because afterwards the bitch needs to call and tell everyone that she has herpes/crabs/HIV/gonorrhea/or some form of alien in her belly because of Tig," she explained, shaking her head as she watched him miss the shot. Smiling to herself, she bent over, looked to see what she wanted and shot the cue ball towards a red seemingly landed into the right corner pocket. Mmm, it seemed this game could be won by either Jax on her as she struck again but managed to slip in one of Jax's stripped balls as well. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>15-03-2009, 04:18:58</strong>
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				<strong>"Yeah, he'd get fucking t-shirts printed and everything."</strong><br><br>Jax chuckled again... he found himself doing a lot of that... as he lit another cigerette. He'd been healthy today, now was the time to completely undo all the good work. Shah really did have a nice ass when she bent over...<br><br>Yeah, interludes like that happen quite often in Jax's mind.<br><br><strong>"He pretty much single handidly keeps the STD clinics full of patients and the private health insurane buiness going whenever a rich girl decides she wants a bad boy to piss off daddy. Still, few people I'd rather have beside me when shit goes down."</strong><br><br>He lined up his own shot, nailing that before a miss so bad it pains me to even describe... so we won't. Neither had their eye in yet, but it didn't bother Jax. He had a secret weapon to unleash at the key moment...
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>15-03-2009, 05:37:53</strong>
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				Laughing at the thought of Tig making money off of the fact he could inflict women with diseases up the ass and back, Shah wondered just how much more time Tig had on this world. If it was true with the diseases coursing through his vein, the fucker should be out of the ring in a few good years. Hell, if that happened who knows, someone decent could take over being Sergeant at Arms and the thought of her being in it flickered briefly but she could never leave San Francisco behind, most of all, Daddy D. That mind had been a second father behind her adoptive father when she needed him the most. He understood where she was coming from and did not judge her for the shit she did commit to which was a lot considering what she put herself through. <br><br>"God, I wonder what his parents think about his behavior but then again, I never hear him talk about his past," she commented as she watched him to line up his shots. She could not tell if he had an ass from the way of the baggy jeans hung on his hips but he had a decent body. Nothing to get her revved up if she wanted to get hot and bothered. God, maybe that was how he got the girls by flashing his jacket around but hey, it was his life and she merely watched him miss the shot. It was fucking bad and she laughed, what? She could not help but laugh at the miss though she nodded to him in mourning of the miss shot before she went around to make her own. She asked for some music to start playing but she sung along to the own song in her head. "Soft lips are open; your knuckles are pale. Feels like you're dying...you're dying...," she sung as she made two shots and wiggled her hips.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>15-03-2009, 19:58:49</strong>
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				There was a bitter sweet note to the song Shah decided to sing. Sex on fire. Because, let's be honest, within the last 24 hours she had been tied up, her own sex clamped and an electric charge sent through it. Now, this might not have been the intetion of Kings of Leon, but saying "this sex is on fire" seemed oddly appropriate given that situation. I mean, in truth, Jax was slightly surprised she was as jolly as she was. If his balls and dick had been clamped up he would have barely left bed for a week. There was a reason for that though.<br><br>You seen, when a man's in pain, his entire mind is focused on the pain.<br><br>When a woman is in pain, 1/3 of her mind is still focused on shoes...<br><br>Jax had to good graces to blush slightly at how horrific his shot had been. He didn't really have much other option. That ass really was nice when it wiggled. He leaned back, waiting for the perfect moment to unleash his secret weapon.<br><br><strong>"Outside of my parents, and Opie and his dad, what do any parents think about what we do? I mean, do your adopted ones know all the shit you get up too? You know how we were chatting about stuff outside the Sons, having friends, people on the outside? Tig doesn't. He lives, breathes and dies for the Sons. He's the one percenter of the one percenters, and in many ways he represents the best and worst of us. I'm not even sure he has parents, probably was creating from some suburban housewife's nightmare."</strong><br><br>Now was the time. He waited for Shah to line up her next shot, the shot that could win her the game, and under his breath whistled slightly. Out of the bedroom came bounding Blank, joy on his little cute face, and attempted to hurdle straight into Shah's arms, no doubt disrupting her shot.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>15-03-2009, 20:40:59</strong>
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				Yes, it was Sex on Fire by the Kings of Leon. She had their four cd's on her Ipod plus managed to grab a few bootleg songs from the band's soon to be released cd. What? She had some connections though the audio sound was a bit shitty, it was nothing to complain about at all. "You, your sex is on fire. Consumed with what's to transpire," she answered, smiling up at Jax. Yes, her sex was on fire still from what she went through but she hoped nothing would transpire from the clamping as in no circulation lost from being tugged. Since Opie was out of the picture of testing the waters it left her with using her vibrator later tonight when Jax was dead asleep. Hopefully, the guy could knock himself out like a log if she planned on any pleasurable release tonight. <br><br>"Honestly? Yes, my adoptive parents know what I do but not the whole jist of it in case there are cops knocking down their business or doors to get to them. They know that I want this and that I am here in case someone like Tig thought it would be funny to knock me out and dump my unconscious body in the river. What? I make sure all my bases are covered just in case shit went too far," she explained as she bent over the pool table to line up her shot. She just needed to get the eightball into the side left pocket and she would win this game. Even as she lined up the shot, she knew there were calls to be made later in the evening to Chucky and her parents, though most of all Daddy D. She promised to call him to give the updates on what was going on and prayed Chucky had not beat her to the punch by informing him of what the men did to her. <br><br>Pulling her arm back to take the shot, Shah should have watched out for Blank's presence in the club house. Where there was Jax, there certainly would be Blank slinking about. The little puggle already made himself known by defending her and Jax when the SAMCRO men burst through the doors to grab her. Dropping her cue stick on the pool table, thus leaving Jax to win the game, she bent over to pick the little guy up around his hips. She spoke to him in Spanish calling him her little hero and her favorite dog. "You know, I managed to get Blank's little sister, well, Chucky knew I wanted the girl and he is taking care of her while I am gone," she informed Jax as she leaned against the pool table with Blank who went to lick her neck and face. At least Blank was kind enough not to lick her mouth because she had no clue if the little guy had been into licking his butt or anything else this entire time. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>16-03-2009, 02:02:07</strong>
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				Jax chuckled as his secret plan just about worked, stepping up and finishing off the game with ruthless precision. Proper prior preperation prevents piss-poor performance. Although not being shit at pool also helped. Not being shit helped quite a lot of things at life. I mean, however much prep someone put in, when was the last time you heard about an NFL wide reciever who was shit? Not having a beer, watching the game and calling someone shit... actually being honest to god shit.<br><br>You just don't, do ya?<br><br><strong>"Exactly. How many of us exactly run home to the parents and go "Hi mom, today I killed two Nords." Well, fuck, my mom probably knows before I do, but on the whole. Whatever Tig's parents do or don't know... or if he even has parents... it's not going to be that different to how most of the rest of ours our. I mean, Juice's parents must know he's in a motorcycle club, but I doubt he tells them he hacks in the fucing police databases so he and his friends don't get arrested and sent down for years. I suspect if Tig ever talks to his, it'd be the same thing."</strong><br><br>He chuckled again at the mention of Blank's sister, watching Shah pet the puggle.<br><br><strong>"What would she be, Blankette? We could have little family reunions... or a pet show. The Sons of Anarchy and their fantastic pets. You've already got Blanks outfit sorted..."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>16-03-2009, 02:24:01</strong>
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				"Well, they do know I invest in private companies and especially are open with the fact that I am bisexual. Hard not to shock hippies especially since those two were into swapping and orgyfests," she started, shaking her head at the image of her adoptive parents in the throes with her naked people. It was weird how one was fine with their sexuality but bring up their parents and everyone's ass cheeks clenched up in fear of what might be revealed. When her adoptive parents started in on their peace and love time, Shah's ears went red and she asked never to be informed about her parents sex life unless they wanted to force her hand and become a republican. It managed to shut her parents up but then opened them up about what was wrong with Bush and how happy the two were to see Obama as the new President.<br><br>Waving off the notion of calling Blank's sister, Blankette was impossible but being called Blanket after an actual Blanket and not Michael Jackson's kid was who dangled over the banister sounded good. Still, she had other names to ponder over and see what would work for Blank's little sister. "One problem with you calling Blank, Blank. He goes by Blank until you name him something else since we did not want to name him for you," she explained as she rubbed the little guy's stomach. Blank started kicking his back legs as if that was the right spot to rub him. He reminde dher a lot like her ex-boyfriend who enjoyed being rubbed in certain places and kicking his leg out just when he was close to climaxing.<br><br>"What? Blank is going to be looking fucking hotter than you, Jax, that's for sure. While you wear baggy white shirt's and pants, Blank is going to be rolling in leather and some shoes. The way the floor is, it is a good thing Sonja made some dog shoes for Blank or the little guy would be stuck in some sort of combination of blood, piss and beer," she commented, glancing down at the floor. Even now her own boots were sticking to the ground and this place could use an illegal cleaning lady to clean up this fucking mess. She nuzzled Blank's head and let him nip at her chin in response. His little sister looked a lot like Blank but while Blank was darker all over, his little sister had a white patch over the right side of her face. Reminded her of a mask and she was a bit tougher than Blank in handling business. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>16-03-2009, 04:14:14</strong>
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				<strong>"While I have never seen or met your parents, and I have no wish to insult them, can I just say that the idea of anyones parents swapping and having orgyfests is fucking disgusting. That's partly because I'm half worried my fucking mom does it..."</strong><br><br>Jax shook his head in disgust at the whole thing, before chuckling at the issue of naming Blank.<br><br><strong>"I actually quite like Blank as a name. And he's Abe's dog, not mine, so it feels a bit strange to name him myself. But then, if I wait for Abe to be able to talk and name him, then poor Blank is going to be confused as hell when we start calling him by a different name."</strong><br><br>Another chuckle, before mockingly preening for her.<br><br><strong>"Ah. I mean, he's cute, don't get me wrong... he does make you look like last nights leftovers afterall, but me, I'm fucking gorgeous. I have to where these pants and shirts, cos' otherwise I'd never be able to leave the house without women jumping all over me. It would be unfair on both them and me."</strong><br><br>As before when discussing how attractive he was, the words were self-depricating, not expected to be serious at all, a wink at the end reinforcing the point as he put away the pool cues.<br><br><strong>"Yeah, we did try to get a cleaner, but that never really seems to work out. Whenever we feel like bullying him into doing it Prospect does a little."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>16-03-2009, 04:36:12</strong>
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				Chuckling, she found nothing wrong with his comment because even she was grossed out at the idea that her adoptive parents were swapping and fucking people left and right. There was one point she asked Daddy D if he ever got into the swinging times and he nodded but he did not go into detail which she thanked him highly for leaving her mind to rest. "Aww, man, I do not want to see the image of even Tig swapping," she muttered, making a few gagging sounds which caught Blank's curiosity to see what was inside Shah's mouth. The little guy spent a few times swapping at her pink tongue and thinking it was a piece of candy to be had.<br><br>"Same here and he seems to like it enough to be called by it. What are you talking about? Blank is cuter than you will ever be. Hell, I bet he will get a few bitches in heat pregnant if you do not clip him to keep him from running off to hump a few females. If you are fucking gorgeous than why have I not tried to hit on you? Gorgeous men is what I bang and if I am not trying to bang you, there is something clearly wrong with you," she joked, shaking her head at the thought of there being women throwing themselves at him to beg and plead for Jax to fuck their asses. Sure, he was a bit scruffy but he was no Chippendale or Thunder from Down Under laddie she would spread her legs for at all. <br><br>Shaking her head in amusement, she continued to play with Blank, hoisting herself on to the pull table with little trouble. Still hurt like a bitch, do not get her wrong but she was managing to hide it with jokes and playing with Blank. At least Blank understood her need to play because he was there to wiggle in her arms and wag his tail when she rubbed a spot right behind his neck he adored. "Blank's outfits are back at the motel in the duffel bag. We can get it later when I move back into your room. One more thing, are there any male hookers around here? Right now, I am itching to fuck a male or a female who has yet to be fucked by Tig,' she asked, in the need to get out her sexual frustration out on someone other than Opie because his ass was out of the running.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>16-03-2009, 09:06:53</strong>
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				<strong>"Oh god, you did have to fucking mention that, didn't you? Now I'm gonna have that image stuck in my mind for the next 3 weeks. Good god woman."</strong><br><br>Jax's own face curled in disgust. There was a saying about that when words were spoken they couldn't be taken back, although that was generally aimed at a slightly different situation. But fuck it applied here as well. Tig's pale ass in some fucking orgy. To be fair, he'd pretty much seen it, but generally he had someone else to focus on during that time... not now, where Tig (and his pale ass) took centre stage.<br><br><strong>"Yeah, little bastard's going to be a stud. Look at the effect he's having on you already. Blank and me, we're going to be a tag team, Hulk Hogan and the Ultimate Warrior, going after the dog owning women of Charming one bitch at a time."</strong><br><br>Yet again he laughed slightly, although it still couldn't get the image of Tig out of his mind completely. God damn that was ugly.<br><br><strong>"Listen, you haven't hit on me because you're scared of rejection. That's fine you know. You're from San Fran, where the best looking girls are men... as Half Sack found... so you're a big fish in a small pond. You're probably not used to being turned down, and you're worried that with an Adonis like me here I'll barely pay you a second look. I understand. It's ok."</strong><br><br>Another wink, another smile.<br><br><strong>"Yeah, we can grab the stuff later. As for getting some, well, if you want female company there's a host of crow-eaters who'll do it for free, although they're all used to the no bitches allowed groups round here, so they may not think you're actually SoA. If I ask, they'll come. As for rent boys, fuck knows, not my scene. I guess there's got to be a couple out there though, but it'll take a while to find 'em. Prospect is going to have fun with that mission..."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>16-03-2009, 15:21:56</strong>
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				Good, she was pleased as fucked to be able to fuck Jax over with the image of Tig's naked ass doing a slew of things in an orgy. She used Blank's front paws to clap them together in a gesture of Blank's enjoyment of her being able to screw with Jax's head. She raised her hand in her own way to show she accomplished at least one goal to have Jax with the thought of something disgusting in his head. "Yes, he is a stud because he managed to get caught up in a fight and defend me. Is that not right Blank?," she questioned the guy as she nuzzled his neck again and earned a lick at the side of her face for it. Not what she usually expected but it was nice to get some affection even if it was from a four legged animal. Hold up, she was not into bestiality at all just to pop that perverted bubble starting up in one's head.<br><br>To hear him talk about her having a fear of rejection was fucking hilarious. He really was a comedian when it came to shit like this and she shook her head at his act. "Oh really? If I want you, I can easily have you Jax, hell, I can take even Opie's ass and you at the same time but I hate for you two to fight over the chance to fuck me first," she answered, pushing herself off of the pool table but not before letting Blank use the table as his bed to lay down on. Slowly, she made her way over to Jax to show that even if she really did not want him, she could still pull some fucking moves on his white ass. Yes, she adored white boys, especially Europeans in the city but with Jax, it would not be a problem to imagine him as some Aussie boy or British bloke while she flirted with him. All she had to do was imagine someone better looking than him and it was no fucking problem.<br><br>Shah knew it was bold and it might earn her a demerit but what the fuck he kept joking that he was an Adonis and she might fear being rejected. Still, it was going to be funny as fuck to talk about with Chucky back home of her getting a handful of Jax Teller. Smiling at him, she flicked her tongue over her bottom lip as she looked him over before she reached out to grab him by his cajones. What? She had a thing with grabbing people by their crotches. Was not her fault she had a fascination with zippers and undressing someone with her hands. Get off her back or at least in her bed if someone wants to complain about her enjoyment of hand jobs. "Mmm, nice cock, can I suck it down my throat?," she lightly joked, smirking all the while. He would know she was merely playing with him because she knew the danger of fucking with a SAMCRO member while she awaited the news of being Sergeant at Arms. There were no worries for her wanting to fuck him and he knew that she had her eyes on a few bitches and rent boys. No foul would come from this. Sure and I am the fucking tooth fairy. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>17-03-2009, 02:58:46</strong>
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				<strong>"That he is, one brave little soldier."</strong><br><br>Jax could talk about what had happened the day before, but that didn't mean he particularly wanted to. You remember all that "duty" and "soul" crap we were talking about before? Yeah, that kinda thing. That said, he managed to keep any angst out of his voice by just thinking of Blank, the super dooper mega attack guard puggle. Hell, it even managed to replace Tig's ass.<br><br>Briefly.<br><br>He chuckled softly and appreciated as Shah swayed her way over to him, a slight glint in his eye. She really was quite attractive when all was said and done. Very attractive really. Fuck it, time to play the game.<br><br>Ok, different game.<br><br>Slight shock she was massaging his balls. He may have won some money by saying Tig would be the first to get he balls grabbed by her, but he hadn't put himself high on the follow up list. Oh well, life's little pleasures.<br><br><strong>"You'll need both hands darling. And even with all the shit you chat I'm not sure you got a big enough mouth.<br><br>Fuck, even if you did... it is precisely..."</strong><br><br>He glanced down at his watch.<br><br><strong>"8:32 in the fucking morning. Until a few days ago I didn't think this time actually existed, and it was just something people made up as a joke. Even with my incredible sex drive and irresitable sexual magnatism, it's all a matter of timing."</strong><br><br>Isn't it just?<br><br><strong>"What the fuck are you two fucking doing?"<br><br>"Hi Clay."</strong><br><br>What a time for the President to walk into the Clubhouse.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>17-03-2009, 03:25:09</strong>
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				Shah was surprised to feel he had a nicely sized cock for she assumed he might be average size. The way she felt him up, he could be a good seven to eight inches limp and hard, good lord Jax was packing some fucking heat. Still, she was not about to let his size get to her even though it made her think of wanting to suck a rent boy's cock. In San Francisco, rent boys were careful on getting themselves checked out weekly for any sexually transmitted diseases but here, maybe even Jax was carrying his own brand of vunerial diseases. "You would be surprised how much I can fit in my mouth and I have no gag reflex. Got rid of that fucker a year or so back," she commented as she squeezed him a bit more between her hand though she did pick up on his comment to use both hands. There we go, that was not so bad. Hell, she could take his cock if she wanted to suck it.<br><br>Wait. She thought about sucking his cock? Let's rewind it just a motherfucking bit. Shah. As in Shah O'Hara, though her last name will never be given out no matter what but alright, Chucky and Daddy D know her true last name and maybe her adoptive parents. Alright, wait? Where was I? Oh yes, mememememe, what? I need to clear my fucking throat people to explain on how Shah O'Hara, a female who kept informing one Mr. Jackson 'Jax' Teller that she was not interested in fucking him was fine with imagining stuffing his large and erect cock down her throat. Fine with not fucking him but happy to picture herself on her knees blowing Jax Teller while he grabbed the back of her head. Huh, even more fantasies popped up into Shah's head but she managed to push them back and act nonchalant about grabbing Jax and literally giving him a cock massage through his jeans.<br><br>"Oh, timing you say? Do you need to pump your cock into a pump machine to get it up or do you have to give your cock a pep talk to get itself up?," she asked as she pressed the heel of her palm against him, putting pressure where it could be most felt. Oh, Shah was getting fucking close to crossing the line but she was known to erase that same damn line and draw a line to satisfy her needs. Sometimes the lines usually got her into trouble, other times a few fantastic orgasms with a lover who knew how to work his/her lips/tongue/cock/strap on. Even if she might catch shit for this, she wanted Jax to know that she was not one to back down from anything. She did mean anything at all. <br><br>Quickly, she glanced up towards Clay and a small smile played on her lips. Time to put on another mask. "Jax bet me three hundred dollars I could not guess his cock size and well, I guess I won. You are eight inches but I bet nine inches when you get really hard, right, Jax?," she asked, turning towards him as she gripped his balls in her hands to get him to play along. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>17-03-2009, 07:31:22</strong>
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				Despite Clay's appearance. Shah really was having a good rumage down there. It wasn't entirely unpleasant Jax had to admit. And in some ways it was good that it was Clay who came in. Now, if it had been Tara, coming over to check whether he had packed his sandwiches or some shit, then that would have taken some serious fucking explaining.<br><br>Every cloud and all that crap.<br><br>But, even so, his step father was stood there, somewhere between bursting out laughing and exploding into a rage, and seemingly trying to work out which of the two to go for. Worse, this almost certainly meant Gemma would get her nose involved... and of all the things Jax wanted or needed, that certainly wasn't one of them. He didn't bother to answer her first questions, instead focusing on the cover story. Wasn't a bad one, and one that he may well have gone with... especially with the "reassuring" squeeze on the balls he got... if not for the fact she'd attached $300 to it. Knowing Clay he'd take it serious and make him pay it... and he had no doubts Shah would do the same. He didn't have $300 to spare.<br><br>Anyways, it all depends on where you start measuring from. Right? Right?<br><br><strong>"Actually, we were chatting about how I'm gorgeous and all that, and Shah over here said she could seduce me with no effort. Turns out her seduction technique is pretty blunt and not really found in those fucking etiquette guides. Not that ineffective though, although the fact she did the same thing to Tig doesn't make me feel that special."</strong><br><br><strong>"Jesus fucki... just get a fucking room ok. This is a respectable clubhouse we run here. And get your game faces on. Protection run's coming up and you're in charge Shah. I'll be in the chop-shop... and you won't be far behind me Jax. Kids these fucking days."</strong><br><br>Clay turned, the last words muttered as he walked out the Clubhouse and off to open up the garage. For all the money SoA brought in through less than honest methods, they still needed a basic cover... and to give them something to do during the days. As the door closed on him, Jax couldn't help but let out a boyish giggle. That story was going to get passed round quickly. Although that wasn't necessarily a good thing...
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>17-03-2009, 18:41:00</strong>
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				Shah rolled her eyes in the most over dramatic way she could when he mentioned himself as fucking gorgeous. Jax was far from fucking gorgeous like an Adonis or a Greek statue. Hell, those status were hung a little low in the pants while was hung close to a fucking race horse. Those females who said size did not matter were not banging the right type of men. To be filled to the fucking brim with a nice and thick cock beat out even a guy with a small thick and big fingers. Woo, just thinking about it made her push her palm harder against his cock. What? Her hand slipped and there was nothing to say Jax did not want it. The guy never pushed her away even with Clay asking them what the fuck was going on. Even then he continued to keep himself to her hand even if she was gripping him enough to hurt him if he tried to get away. <br><br>When Clay started in on her skills, it was amusing to her. Shah did smile at her technique for seducing someone out of their jeans because a good eighty percent of the time it worked. The other twenty, well, she had to deal with the person's boyfriend or girlfriend who yelled and shouted to know what she was doing to her lover. Still, she left the clubs or parties with the men and had her damn way with them. Her own after bang special was to warn the men to get the hell out of her house before she kicked them out. Shah was not one to share her bed to sleep in after a quick and hot fuck. What could she say, Shah enjoyed her sleep and to wake up to a guy who snored like a frieght train or a bull would likely ruin her beauty sleep. "Aww, sorry but you and Tig usually are ones to be grabbed the balls to get your attention," she commented as she continued to massage his cock and balls while Clay explained to them to get a fucking room.<br><br>While she had a room, it was not a room she was about to take Jax back and fuck. Besides, she knew better than to get involved with the Vice and Clay's stepson. With Opie, it would be no problem because she was interested in him, even if he fucked her over, there was still something. How nice for her to want to fuck the person who let them torture her but she got him back with a jab to the neck and a withering glare. The way he looked at her showed he was truly sorry for his part in the torture. Jax, on the other hand looked like he wanted to forget the experience which was fine with her because it showed the bastard had a conscience somewhere in his head to not bring it up again. A nod towards Clay, she turned back to Jax with a smirk on her face. Her game face would be on as soon as she gave his cock another stroke and squeeze.<br><br>"You should feel special because with Tig, I grab his balls just to crush them. With, you, massage them just for the fucking fun of it," she answered as she let go of his cock and balls and went to pick up Blank from the pool table. Blank kept himself busy with rolling around on the pool table and his dog hairs fluffed off on to the table. He was happy even more once she picked him up and nuzzled his cheek. "Though it felt like you were enjoying yourself Jax with my ministrations. What can I say, I am told I am the best when it comes to hand jobs and blow jobs," she commented, winking at him as she stroked Blank's back and neck. Jax did have a good sized cock but that cock was reserved for the pathetic and bitching Tara. Such a shame, Shah bet Tara rarely went down on him unless it was to thank him for Jax going down on her. Hell, she even put money Tara was not one for more than two position, missionary and maybe the lotus with her in his lap but nothing extreme. Oh, how Shah wished she could have a rent boy right now and do a few wheelbarrows and crab positions with him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>18-03-2009, 05:41:23</strong>
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				Jax chuckled as Clay left and Shah finished her fully clothed tug job on him. Leaning back against the walls he fished another smoke out of his pocket, lighting it and moved to settle down on a chair by the bar, a thing stream of smoke coming from the smoldering end as he grabbed a bottle of water, opening it and taking a deep swig.<br><br><strong>"Was pretty enjoyable babe. Not going to lie, it was probably in my top hmmm..."</strong><br><br>A hand raised to his chin, an exagerated pondering pose, eyes looking to the ceiling, considering his conquests.<br><br><strong>"Hmmm, top 150... no, there was that Claire girl... top 151 people massaging my balls. Hey, but you probably hit the top 10 girls from San Fran who have come to our clubhouse and stroked my balls with my clothes on between 8am and 9am. That's an achievement right there. Put it in your scrapbook."</strong><br><br>A wink, a chuckle, an inhale, a puff of smoke.<br><br><strong>"But, as the main man says, I've got to go to work till we do the run. No rest for the wicked. I guess you've got the run of the place."</strong><br><br>Stubbing, standing, another stretch and heading out the door, turning as he opened it, stood halfway in the portal.<br><br><strong>"And if I'm not so gorgeous, sure didn't take me long to get you to think it was what <em>you</em> wanted to grab my cock."</strong><br><br>A wink, a laugh and a quick closed door as he headed to the garage.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>18-03-2009, 06:01:16</strong>
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				Hearing him talk like that to her pissed her the fuck off. She knew how she was in bed and Jax should be fucking lucky he got anything from her. The urge to whack him upside the head with a cue ball tempted her but she stopped herself for she knew the mask needed to stay in place. Keep the mask in place, Shah and let Jax talk his shit and you can go on with your life. Yes, all Shah had to do was take his shit, let it slide off of her, get through this week, make herself Sergeant and she never had to fucking see his face again. Well, she would see his face again but only at functions and even then she could make excuses to slip out of it. He may think she was on his side or his buddy with a game of pool but Shah knew better than to let this fucking piece of shit get anything on her again. Sure, play the good member who got over being tortured but with Shah it was only there because of Sergeant position. Jax would have his shit coming sooner or later and when that happened, god she only wish she had a camera to capture the kodak fucking moment.<br><br>"What cock, Jax? I was being nice by saying you are big but hell, you are tiny," she answered, putting her thumb and index finger to show he was small. Oh yes, go for the lower hit and then walk away. She walked away from him and let him walk his own way to the garage. Blank in her arms, she had work to do on his room. Oh, she brought some extra things from the motel into her book bag. Entering into Jax's room, she looked around and smiled. Oh this was going to be too fucking easy. He thought she was over it but once she was done with his room, the two would be even steven. Closing the door, she locked it and baricadded it for good measure. With Blank, she put him in the bathroom to keep him from getting himself caught in pink paint. Pink paint? Oh yes, girly pink paint.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>19-03-2009, 05:28:15</strong>
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				Jax smiled and gave a slight bow at the last comment, the door swinging closed behind him. Comments about dick size may be insulting to some, but he was pretty much immune to it. That’s not to say he would happily wonder round the town while everyone pointed and called him “small stuff”… but it was the disrespect and intended insult that set him off, not the particular insult. To his great regret, he’d seen more than enough cock in his time, and he knew what he was packing. Calling him small wasn’t going to set him off or threaten his manhood in any way.<br><br>Having left the Clubhouse he strolled his way across the yard to the mechanics shop, heading into the office where Clay was facing his great enemy and the bane of his existence. Paperwork. The grizzled President was leaning over his desk, eyeing a sheet of god knows what. As he entered Clay raised an eye.<br><br><strong>“So, what the fucks going on between you?”<br><br>“Nothing. Pretty much what I said it there. She’s not exactly a shrinking fucking violet.”<br><br>“Too right. How is she?”<br><br>“Hard to tell man. Like, when I took her down to the motel she was grinning like some fucking demon monkey or some shit and I was half worried she was going suddenly snap and start trying to tear my fucking throat out. And of course, she went a bit crazy at me in the motel.”<br><br>“Not really a fucking surprise.”<br><br>“But yeah, this morning she’s all ok. Laughing, smiling, joking, grabbing my cock.”<br><br>“Ain’t that a good thing?”<br><br>“I don’t know. Should be. But it just doesn’t seem… well… it’s hard to fucking explain. I’m not sure the girl chatting to me there was the same bitch who rocked up to the Clubhouse that first day, ya know?”<br><br>“Not fucking really.”<br><br>“I think she’s at the “fuck these guys, I fucking hate them all, but I’m gonna make Sergeant so I’m going to play nice and be all sweet and friendly, get Sergeant then fuck ‘em. We’re not seeing the real her.”<br><br>“It mean anything?”<br><br>“Dunno’ man. Like, I remember her stories from the first night, and she was one little hot and heavy harridan. Like, you messed with her a little and she’d start slapping you around. Back there, I just dissed her sex skills… and from what I picked up that’s a pretty fucking serious insult to her… and for a moment I thought she was going back to the bitch she’s meant to be… but then she just fucking gives me the lamest fucking comeback I’ve ever heard… some shit a 14 year old would say, and that’s that.”<br><br>“But, is it exactly a fucking problem?”<br><br>“Well, if I’m right and she’s put some mask in place, then it shows she can get on with people she hates, which is definitely something we wanted to check out. But it also means we’re not seeing the real her, and ain’t that part of the deal? That we get to see what she’s really like? But, at the same time, I don’t want her going fucking mental and smashing the place up all the time.”<br><br>“Fucks sake. Fuck it. Listen. It really doesn’t matter. Keep and eye on her today. If she’s competent on the field then I can’t see her suddenly becoming a wash out because she took this “mask” you’re worried about off. Now, we’ve still got an hour or two before the rest of the gang rocks up and we need to get off on it and there’s a drive shaft that needs changing. Get to it.”</strong><br><br>A nod from Jax and off to work he went. Not his real work… or actually his real work depending on who was asking…<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>19-03-2009, 06:18:29</strong>
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				Slowly, she painted anything which belonged to Jax in the washable pink color. A few times she had to spray the items to get it all covered in it. Since it would look suspicious if she brought a huge can of pink paint, Shah settled on buying mini-cans which looked almost like soda cans. A good ten cans she bought not wanting to carry too much and then have Jax asking why her book bag looked too full when she needed to take it easy. Take it easy, the fucker kept pushing at her buttons and talking about his sex life. He was wasting his time on Tara but it was on him if he wanted the life sucked out of him by that damn tick of a female. Such a shame, she thought as she made sure one of Jax's shoes was coated in the pink paint. There, looked much better. Oh, she was mostly going for painting his stuff even though she wanted to paint the whole room pink but it belonged to the clubhouse and not to him personally. <br><br>Shah could hear Blank scratching at the door to be let out but he needed to wait it out a bit more. She could hear people waking up or taking showers in the room. Even through the walls she could hear a female moaning in the way that was not a morning moan but a fucking moan. Whoever was fucking her was giving the female a nice ride. Fuck, she really needed to find herself a rent boy soon. Even now, she was aching like a bitch in heat but all in good time. A ringing from her phone brought her attention off of coating Jax's underwear with the paint brush she bought at the store. The guy never asked her a thing but somehow knew whoever was at the end of this prank had done something to piss off the female with the black hair. God she missed her red hair but once more all in due time.<br><br>"Hello?," she asked as she held the phone to her ear, pushing her shoulder up to keep the flip phone from falling into the small vat of pink paint. No sooner had she said hello did Daddy D ask her what was going on. Going on? Shit. Chucky must have gotten to Daddy D without waiting for her. Fuck, this was not good considering Daddy D was known for his Irish temper, one thing she always admired but knew could cause a lot of fucking mayhem if it went off. Now to have his temper either heading her way or Clay's way was not a good thing at all. At fucking all. She started to hear him ask her what the fuck was going on and hearing that she was tortured. He even mentioned coming down to crack a few skulls and find out what the policy was on torturing other members who were being sponsored by the President of the San Francisco Chapter himself. <br><br>Rubbing her forehead and finding she got herself with a bit of pink paint, Shah was only too happy it was washable. Everything she painted could easily come off with a wet cloth or sponge. She did not damage any of his things too much other than making it pepto bismol pink. It was going to give her a riot a bit and show Jax that she may have a mask on but she wanted him to know that this was to pay him back for being so kind to her last night. Members never fucked members in the first few moments of meeting them. If he had concerns about her allegiance, Jax should have had the balls to talk to her. Did her service to the club for a good decade not show commitment? How about the crimes and the activities ran to bring in revenue for the money? Oh no, it was not good enough because he might have thought she was going to snitch at the thought of being slapped around by men in masks. <br><br>"Stop. Take a deep breath before you have a heart attack."<br><br>"If I die, I am still going to haunt your ass for not calling me sooner."<br><br>"I did not want to worry you, you know I need to handle this shit on my own."<br><br>"What if they do this shit again? Then what? You know you need to watch your god damn health."<br><br>"I know Daddy D but I just need four more days, hell three more days because I bet after this run I can be settled in as Sergeant. Unless I go psycho and murder one of the members, I doubt they can deny me after what they put me through. Just relax and I will call you as soon as I can."<br><br>"Chin up, lassie, chin up."<br><br>"You know I will. Adios for now."<br><br>With that she hung up and looked around the place. It was perfect. Took her a good hour, maybe two but with everyone around her too busy getting ready or finishing themselves inside a crow eater Shah managed to paint Jax's stuff. Chuckling to herself, she stood up from her seat on the ground and took another look at his personal items. Wiping the pain on her jeans and opening the door to let Blank out, everything was set in place for Jax. "Let us leave this for a surprise for Jax," she whispered to Blank as she picked him up, the little guy had managed to coat his paws in a bit of the pink paint from the sheet she painted pink. Whew, this was going to be fucking good and off she left the room, nodding to Bobby as he headed out of his own room and towards Juice who eyed her carefully and waringly. Let the head games begin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>20-03-2009, 07:50:32</strong>
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				The hours passed by, Jax tinkering with an engine here, replacing parts there. For at least this time he was no different to any other bike enthusiast, working at a garage to pay the bills, for a love of autos of any type, living for the weekend when he could stretch his legs and his spirit upon the open road.<br><br>It wouldn't be that bad a life now, would it?<br><br>In Swakopmund, in Namibia, in Southern Africa there is a skydiving school. The instructors there have seemingly the perfect life. In the mornings they congregate at their own place, their own clubhouse of sorts... one not that different to the one we find ourself at here. They take on the eager hordes of tourists, eager to jump out of a plane and eager to trust their lives to these daredevil fellows, these rough around the edges chaps. They do the jump, the screams of the tourists music to their ears... before their ears pop from the rapid descent. They land, another days work done as the innocents hug each other, shout, talk about the rush. They have lunch, a steak, some fries and in the afternoon they jump for themselves... performance jumps, shapes formed. And in the evening they get drunk. Blind drunk. And the process repeats.<br><br>Doesn't sound that different to what the Sons do, does it?<br><br>Less guns, less danger, less shootouts, less police and less illegal activity.<br><br>But not that different.<br><br>But was this an end in itself? Was this relative freedom from society it? Was that the end goal? To do a job you love and party your ass off afterwards?<br><br>Or is there more?<br><br>Should there be more?<br><br>Or do those skydivers in a small city in Africa have it right?<br><br>Do they have a freedom that the Sons don't?<br><br>Do they have the right idea?<br><br>Are they kindred souls with Clay and Gemma?<br><br>Or with John Teller?<br><br>Welcome to the conflict at the heart of the Sons of Anarchy.<br><br>Welcome to the conflict at the hear of Jax Teller.<br><br>(Who's never been to Africa by the way, let alone Namibia, let alone gone skydiving there.)<br><br><strong>"Time to go Jax."</strong><br><br>Jax looked up from the car he was working on as Clay called over. A nod and the overalls and goggles came off, and he walked into the Clubhouse. The gang was all here, all ready with what was to come, Shah petting Blank, who seemed to have some pink stuff on his paws. Strange that, but not an issue for right now.<br><br><strong>"Standard protection run boys. Shah's calling the shots, Jax, Opie and Chibs are with you. We've got a spare bike for you Shah. It's not top fucking notch, but it'll do the job. It's parked outside, Jax will point it out. Location is on the 44th, just outside town. You're to run it to the edge of the state, where another Chapter is picking it up. Nothing too hardcore expected, but don't sleep on it. Get to it."</strong><br><br>Jax nodded to Clay, nodding to Opie, Chibs and Shah. Time to see her in action.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>20-03-2009, 15:28:15</strong>
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				Shah did not have any long spiel about life in Namibia or any other country. There was nothing really to say about some other country and how it related back to her. She had doubts there were other places like San Francisco. Sure, maybe there was Amsterdam or a few other places in the United States but what place was its own little country within a state? San Francisco was her life and would always be her life until the day she kicked the motherfucking bucket. Even then, she told Chucky and Daddy D to cremate her ass and throw her ashes in the Bay. Hopefully no crab or seagulls thought her ashes were crumbs and tried to eat her but by then she would be dead and could care less about being dumped in the ocean. <br><br>Dumped. Such an interesting word which popped into her head. She remembered the times she dumped someone when things got to be too much and the times when she was told to hit the road. The few times she was told to get the hell out of her ex-lover's life, she only too happy to go and head on to the next bed. At times her actions were a bit assholish, was that a word? Who knows, but she could be a bit of a asshole when it came to love. She was only like that because she knew what she wanted and she hated to have to settle for anything less than that. If a person was fuckable and wanted to fuck her on a continuing basis, Shah was all for that. However, a few bitches assumed Shah was their girlfriend and all too quickly it was remedied by either explaining there was no relationship or being seen making out with another female for word to get back to the one who had feelings for her. Yes, it was mean but it was effective in keeping people from clinging to her in a fuck buddy relationship.<br><br>Relationship. Hmm, seemed almost any word which popped into her fucking head was something to talk about. Since she talked about romantic relationships, lets talk about her relationship in terms of friendship. Chucky was her best friend while the rest of the SAFSOA members were like her drinking buddies. While, not much drinking buddies because she had to watch her health. Hell, even thinking about her health made her wince at the thought. Shah hated the year of chemotherapy and losing her hair. A hand went up at the thought of her hair and she was glad her cancer was in remission. Every month, she went in for testing whether the doctor wanted her to or not but it was for her god damn peace of mind. She needed that control over her life that for a time was out of her hands and in the hands of the doctors and medication to fight off the cancer. <br><br>So really, she might be a bitch to people but she had her reasons. She hated to see life wasted and the life here in Charming was wasteful. People got up after noon and never thought there was real time before that. Fuck that load of crap. Work and life started for her at six in the morning unless she knew meetings were not going to be scheduled at the regular eight in the morning then she was off doing other things. Shopping in China and Japantown for groceries, checking on the progress of the illegal manufacturing of passports and green cards in Russian Hill, get the money and update of the rent boys and call girls in Castro, take in a quick breakfast on the Fisherman's before she met up with the club in Russian Hill. Too many things to do before noon while these motherfuckers laid about in bed. Made her sick to her stomach but the mask stayed in place as she played with Blank and watched the lazy bastards head out of the rooms.<br><br>She noticed the female who was fucking Bobby trying to do the walk of shame but hide her appearance at the same time. Shah only whistled at the half-naked female as she trotted towards the front door. The female turned and eyed her, wondering what a female in SoA attired was doing in the clubhouse. For a second the female thought she was a new member to the SoA chapters but silently she laughed. Females were not allowed into the clubs unless it was for entertainment and pleasure purposes. "You might want to keep down the noise, I was trying to paint," Shah answered before she waved her off and received a 'whatever, bitch' from the hooker. Shah laughed and shook her head, the bitch was not worth it because at the moment the only stupid bitch was the hooker who really thought that she might catch a break in SoA. Groupies were usually passed around and if this female thought she could be made old lady, she was dead fucking wrong. <br><br>Waving off the hooker, she went back to playing with Blank. The guy came out her with his painted paws but she managed to bat his paws away, playfully, of course. She glanced up as she noticed everyone trailing into the main area of the clubhouse, her eyes ignoring Tig's presence. However, her did flicker towards Opie who managed to avert her gaze and look towards the ground and everywhere else. Damn, even now she still wanted a piece of him but she told herself to wait it out and there would be rent boys and a vibrator to assauge her sexual need. No need to get herself fucked over by someone who might not be that good in bed. <br><br>Her ears perked up to hear Clay giving out orders but mostly putting her in charge of Jax, Opie and Chibs. Well, well, well, two people she wanted to get the most and one who she was fine with at the moment. Take a guess at the person who she was fine with and the two who she wanted to fuck over? Pencil's down and hand back the answer sheet kiddies. "No problem, getting on it right now. Show me the bike and anything needed for the run," she answered as she pushed herself off of the edge of the pool table. Blank came along with her but she would hand him off to someone but she needed to warn that person not to put Blank in Jax's bedroom. Would hate to see Blank get sick because he started to lick at the pink paint out of curiousity. Bad way to go about life is being curious about every single thing. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>20-03-2009, 18:12:29</strong>
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				<strong>"Don't need anything for the run unless you want a helmet, and that’s on the bike unless you brought your own. Fuck, actually, you'd better get a piece in case something goes completely fucking wrong. Bobby, lend her yours."</strong><br><br>The Sons may not store guns at the Clubhouse, a lesson learnt long ago... and one that other Charters didn't seem to take as strictly, but that didn't mean they didn't pack heat there. If what had happened when the Devil's Tribe had been patched in happened here and they had no guns at all, they'd be fucking defenceless. So, they may not store guns, but it didn't mean they didn't carry. They were an "Outlaw" motor cycle gang after all, and when was the last time you heard of outlaw's not carrying guns? Billy the Kid just wouldn't be the same with a crossbow now, would he?<br><br><strong>"Just get to the layby on the 44th. The truck should get there just after you arrive. Double check the route he's taking and make sure his cargo makes it out of the state all lovely and safe."</strong><br><br>Bobby grumbled in a fairly expected way, but the pistol was passed over, a pretty standard Glock 17. Nothing out of the ordinary was expected, but it paid to be careful. With the Mayans and 09’ers sniffing around you always had to be aware of the risk. For all their strength and power SAMCRO weren’t untouchable. Losing the warehouse, ATF sniffing, the shit with Donna, the double and triple cross between them, the Mayans and the 09’ers… all had impacted on their reputation. Sometime soon would be time for payback, time to once again show who they were. But for now, it was about keeping a steady ship.<br><br><strong>“Well, what the fuck are you waiting for? Get to it.”</strong><br><br>Stood by the door, Jax nodded, pushing it open and walking out, swiftly followed by Opie and Chibs. On came the shades, the sun glinting off. This was more like it, even if it was a standard run. Waiting for Shah, he gestured to a perfectly serviceable bike lined up to the side.<br><br><strong>“Ride’s there Shah, helmet if you want it. Should fit ok.”</strong><br><br>Over to his own bike he walked, pulling his own helmet off. He’d taken some abuse for it in the past, but fuck it, he liked that helmet. A quick slap on the back to Opie and bumped knuckles with Chibs as they went to their own rides. A quick kick and there it was. The throb of the engine under him, the power… the freedom it represented. He glanced over his shoulder back towards Shah.<br><br><strong>“Show’s all yours Shah.”</strong><br><br>Now show us what you can do.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>20-03-2009, 21:08:28</strong>
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				Shah had her own pieces but saw it was rude to decline Bobby's piece. She had her Beretta 84 Cheetah tucked away in the boot of her right foot. The SAFSOA was stingy on its rules to keep firearms out of civilians view but there were secret panels were the guns and knives were stored in case someone tried to hit the clubhouse. No one ever knew when the Triad or any other ethnic gang banger wanted to roll up on the clubhouse. Tucking the piece in the back of her jeans, she pulled her henley down to cover it and was grateful for her SAFSOA jacket long enough to cover anything should she bend over. <br><br>There was no problem with her doing protection runs it was usually having to deal with the drivers and the chapters who took the end of the run who usually had questions to ask but since word was spreading of females in the chapter should not be that big of a problem. Hell, getting off the phone with Daddy D earlier, she put down money Daddy D would be calling Clay before the end of the day and asking him what the new rules were on interviewing potentials. As Clay continued to speak and say his words, Shah pulled out her iPhone to put in the coordinates he was talking about and finding the map to meet up with the driver. After that, once she double-checked on the route the driver had it would be easy as getting a rent boy to eat Shah out. Oh yes, it was that easy especially if she employed him.<br><br>"No problem and here is Blank, can everyone keep him out of Jax's room? He started sniffing for a good place to use the bathroom," she commented as she handed Blank over to the Prospect. She could not help but ruffle his hair and wink at him, informing him that Blank needed a bath to get rid of the pink paint on his paws. Prospect frowned to see that and wondered if Blank managed to get into something of Shah's to get pink paint but the look of the paint was not anything to do with nail polish, more like paint used on walls or furniture. Strange, he thought and he watched the swing of Shah's hips as she headed out of the place wondering if she took something to put her in a good mood. From what he noticed, there was a slight tension in her body that he knew about when it came to bottling up memories and emotion. Hell, he bottled a lot of shit up of what he went through in the war and no one really asked him about it in case he might snap and go PTSD on someone. <br><br>Damn the sun was even brighter now that it was all the way out then in the morning. Sunglasses went back on and she reached up to pull her hair back into a messy bun. Reminded her a lot of the runs she went on with the SAFSOA but it was much more calmer and chill. Chucky usually cracked jokes about Shah losing blood flow to her cunt because of the vibrations of the bike causing her to come over and over that she lost sensation. When he made those types of jokes, she shot back that he should ice himself on the way there to keep his balls from riding off. With these three men, it might be hard to joke and not get distracted by the job she had to complete. <br><br>Straddling the bike, she checked everything to get use to not riding her own bike on this run. Now she wished she was more insistent on taking her bike and riding down to Charming. At least with her bike, she could be exploring the towns outside of Charming instead of being stuck in a hellhole of assholes and bitches. Revving up the engine, she could have climaxed right then and there. No matter it was not her bike but the engine throbbing between her thighs and the roar of the bike as she put her feet on the pedals. A laugh was heard over the engine as she glanced towards Opie, Jax and Chibs. One more rev of the engine and she pulled off of the lot to drive the bike towards the 44th and meet up with the driver. Drama's about to begin, ladies and gentleman sit back and enjoy the show.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>23-03-2009, 11:17:43</strong>
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				Jax smiled as he heard Shah laugh. Whatever other differences they had, anyone who wore an SoA patch had at least one thing in common, even beyond the hyperbole of "brotherhood" and "family." They all loved bikes. The look of them, the smell of them, the feeling of them, the power coming from them. It was from that love of bikes that everything else came, that all the other things that made the Sons of Anarchy what they were. But they all came down to that primal love of bikes.<br><br>The glance from Shah was their signal to follow up, and quickly the three men followed after her, the convoy winding it's way through the streets of Charming. As normal their were the appreciative glances, be it from the infamous croweaters or even just the impressionable youth, the slightly concerned looks from parents. The SoA were rockstars here. Word had begun to spread between those "in the know" about the strange woman who was now riding with the group, and the looks Shah got weren't as incredulous as before... more slightly confused.<br><br>The short journey was uneventful, Jax appreciating the simple joys of ridng before all too soon they reached the layby. Pulling up he kicked the stand down, leanin back on the bike, letting the warmth of the sun spread over his features. He'd done runs like this a dozen... no, a hundred times, and if you focused on the drama and the tension then they were hellish. The boredom of waiting, the long miles chewed by one eye over your shoulder, always tense. No, that wasn't the way to do this. Instead you enjoyed it, you enjoyed the chance to ride the roads, you revelled in the freedom. Have no doubts, Jax was still aware, still pying attention to everything... but he didn't let that consume him, take away from the simple pleasures.<br><br>Almost as soon as they arrived the truck appeared in the distance, coming closer and pulling into the layby. The window round down, the trucker's bearded, weathered face leaning out.<br><br><strong>"You guy's my escort?"</strong><br><br>The words were directed at Jax, probably the obvious choice as to who was in charge of this dosey-do. Jax didn't respond, instead pointedly turning his head and looking to Shah, the implication clear. She was running this show. The trucker's simple face had a flash on confusion for a second, before he redirected the question to the vision on a bike who apparently was in charge. How odd.<br><br>"<strong>Em, yeah, well... you guy's got my back?" </strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>23-03-2009, 16:12:20</strong>
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				A big fucking Cheshire grin split her face as she rode down the streets on the bike. It might not be her custom bike but it had about the same horsepower as one could want to have on a SoA bike. She rode through the streets, a bit of her hair coming out from beneath the helmet, guessing it would be better to let it down but the thought of tangles was enough to make her squirm. What? Females had to take care of their hair whether or not she was in a motorcycle club. No one wants to see a woman walking around with a fucking rat's nest like Amy Winehouse's beehive of disgust in the streets. Hair maintenance was essential to creating a look and the thought of huge tangles was not appealing to Shah at all.<br><br>Even on these quiet streets, it soon became filled by the roar of the engines. However, Shah noticed another thing she managed to notice was how everyone was watching her, even a few police officers she managed to cruise by. None of them tried to stop her or pull her over for speeding.&nbsp; A few of the police officers even waved to her thinking that maybe she was a man but a very pretty looking man. Who knew what they were thinking but Shah did wave back because she only had problems with cops when they stuck their noses in places it never should be sniffing around. The San Francisco police back in San Fran knew what was up but as long as there were nothing wrong about what business SAFSOA had, the department usually looked away. Though Shah was hearing of San Fran police department supposedly having a shake up to get rid of the dirty and crooked cops. If those crooked or dirty cops were thrown out and squeaky clean and moralistic ones replaced the bad ones, SAFSOA would have to work to get those good ones become dirty. A lot of hard work but someone had to do it.<br><br>The thought process about making the good San Fran cops bad came to an end when her bike drove onto the pathway to meet up with the driver. What a bitch that it was a short ride to meet the truck but it would only be a few moments before her and the driver conversed and she was back on the road. Yes, she would be watching and running the truck along with Jax, Opie and Chibs but when it came to riding, everything was ignored. She might be pissed at a few of them but right now it was about business and making sure all went smoothly. The run was more important than bitching at them for certain things and for now she could squash plans she had for these men; for now.<br><br>Pointing to herself when the man looked around for where Jax looked towards. The man looked shocked but otherwise composed herself. Shah got off the bike and walked to the man's passenger side to slip in. Took him a few seconds to realize she wanted inside and he let her in, apologizing. He was nervous but nervous as one could be with having to be protected by a motorcycle club on its way out of state. "Lets go over what needs to be gone over, good with that?," she asked as she pulled out her IPhone and shut the cab door to keep the men guessing as to what was going on. Hell, they might even think she was giving the driver head for good luck. If the guy had been a bit cuter and maybe not smelling like week old garbage, then maybe she might throw him a hand job but this was business and no fucking with business. Once the conversation was over which only took a good ten minutes, Shah was out of the truck and out to talk to the guys what was up and what was down with the protection run.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>24-03-2009, 19:33:27</strong>
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				Jax smiled and lit up another smoke as Shah jumped into the cab. Hell, enjoy the sun. Chibs didn't look quite so relaxed, looking to Opie, looking to Jax, looking back up to the Cab.<br><br><strong>"What the fuck's she doing?"<br><br>"Reading him a bed time story?"</strong><br><br>Opie chuckled at Jax's suggestion, throwing out one of his own.<br><br><strong>"Comparing hair tips?"<br><br>"Trading Pokemon card?"<br><br>"Debating world politics?"<br><br>"Finding Wally?"<br><br>"Dinner Plans?"<br><br>"Finding the best prostitutes in the state?"<br><br>"That one could be true..."<br><br>"Fuck... em... my little pony?"<br><br>"Polly Pocket?"<br><br>"Finding the nearest Hot Topic?"<br><br>"Fuck, you made that rhyme..."<br><br>"Shit... fuck em... Eye Spy?"<br><br>"Word Association?"<br><br>"God, that's pathetic... what fucking idiots would do that?"<br><br>"Fuck knows... maybe they're discussing which is better cheeseburgers or ice cream?"<br><br>"Now that's a good question..."<br><br>"Dude, have you seen Shah with ice cream... there's no contest right there..."<br><br>"You know what... fuck you both sweetly."</strong><br>Chibs finally interjected himself into the two way conversation between Opie and Jax, getting a chorus of laughs from both.<br><br><strong>"Seriously, I ask a serious question and you two start talking about fucking Polly Pocket?"<br><br>"Getting in touch with our femenine sides Chibs..."<br><br>"Yeah, Jax is getting hair straightners..."<br><br>"Opie's going to shave..."<br><br>"Jax getting some moisturiser..."<br><br>"Opie's going to start waxing..."<br><br>"Fuck you both in fucking arse."</strong><br><br>Another burst of laughter as jax stubbed the smoke, stretching his arms out.<br><br><strong>"We haven't done this in far too long."<br><br>"Done what Jax?"<br><br>"Just riden man. Just got on the bikes and ridden."<br><br>"We're doing a run man."<br><br>"Oh, I know, I know. We haven't even done that many of them recently. Fuck, when was the last time we all got together and just fucking riden? We're always riding to or from something... normally involving us beating the shit out of some fucking sucker."<br><br>"He's right you know. It's been a while."</strong><br><br>The slight introspective session that evolved out of random shit-talking ended as Shah jumped down from the cab and walked over.<br><br><strong>"I've got Polly Pocket."<br><br>"Ice Cream"<br><br>"Fuck you both... Pokemon"</strong><br><br>A slight chuckle from the 3 as they all glanced up, waiting for the low down on what was going to happen.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>25-03-2009, 00:54:55</strong>
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				Making her way towards the group, Shah had the distinct feeling they made a bet to see what she had been up to in the cab. Jax did inform her of the last bet to see who she was going to be grabbing by the nuts. Hell, even told her he had not thought he would be the next one whom she would snatch up by the cajones. With the members of SAMCRO, she had a feeling the next few days would be a slew of bets on her and what she would do while in Charming. If that was true, hopefully, she could surprise them and make them lose their money. Shah had no problem if they lost their money in a black jack or pool game with her but when it comes to bets on her, she wondered if she could get in on the deals. What? Even if the bets were on her she wanted a cut of the profits in one way or another.<br><br>"Now, who bet who on what I would do with the man who is into spittoons?," she questioned, a smile on her face. Shah felt the need to make it rhyme and sound confusing a bit. Today seemed like the sort of day to be wearing masks and lying through ones teeth. For her, she had to lie through her teeth about how she was feeling with her injuries if anyone asked. Her back and shoulders were bruised a bit but the side of her ribs had started to bruise even further out. Maybe one of the men managed to hit a vessel but if it had, she might have been dead from a blood clot. Could be her skin was not as tough from beatings which meant she had to eat healthier and make another appointment with her doctor to see if her clotting mechanisms were whacking out again. The first time she realized her blood was slow to clot after she cut herself while polishing her knives was the same time Shah found out about her cancer. Shah would not think into that area because it would fuck with her mentality and right now she needed to have a hard interior to deal with the outside exterior of her time here. These men had no right to see her looking worried for it was a good way to be considered unfit for the position and thrown out on her ass. <br><br>"Or to just get things out of the way, no, I did not give him a handjob, blow job, tit job, fuck, flick or nuzzle any part of his body or area to which a man puts most of his blood and brain into. However, I did chat about the directions and the route to take as well as the best places to stop to gas up or pick up food on the way," she commented, brushing back a piece of her hair behind her ear as he smiled at the trio. Might have ruined the fun for them already but the sun was starting to head up straight into the sky and with the sky as clear as the oceans in Croatia the the four of them and the truck were liable to be spotted early on unless taking the back highways to the location. The way she planned it, she wanted to put two in front of the truck and two in the back to make sure the front and back was watched out for anything. Though if the roads were clear and everything, she would put one on each side of the truck and have the truck go in the middle lines but it might be a bitch to do if the roads had dividers or anything to get in the way of riding in the middle of the highway.<br><br>Shah pulled out her iPhone and clicked two things on the screen before a map showed up with an arrow pointing where the four of them were at the moment. Quickly, she explained the destination of course was from their location to Nevada, specifically a few miles away from Las Vegas. There the patched over Sons which had been the Devil's Tribe would take the truck and head off on to their next location. The end of the location was on a need to know basis but it was rumored the shipment would head off to the Canadian border where a few palms would be greased and the shipment let into Quebec. <br><br>Again, it was a rumor and maybe it was because she asked the driver where it was going, what was in the truck while she promised to give him a few numbers to the local Brothels in Nevada. What? A female had to know the good Brothel's in case a few of the men and women came from the Nevada states or a few of her own wanted to go into a house establishment. Maybe she was a bit overboard with her need for sex but fuck it was just the last two days which made her go overboard for the need to fuck. Still, Shah would handle herself like the fucking Sergeant at Arms should and keep her breasts and cunt in their proper places. Hell, she would get her fucking orgasm with her clit being rubbed against the seam of her jeans. She fucking forget to slip into the bathroom to put a sanitary pad to keep the areas where her cunt was tugged on safe from her jeans. Shah had been too busy with painting up Jax's room then thinking about protecting her injured cunt further. Oh well, what was done was done. <br><br>Back to her first train of thought of sex, Shah hoped there were a few male orientated brothels in Nevada. For her, she wondered if Canada still had a St. Priapus Church because her phallophilia was starting to go overboard a bit and right now she needed someone who she never had to see again. However, since she was not the one to run to Canada, a good female whore from Nevada would have to do. Still, she prayed there was a male brothel house, even if was filled with gays, she had cash to make them straight for pay for the night. Fuck, look how desperate she was for a cock ladies and gentleman?<br><br>"Any questions? Jax? Chibs? Opie?," she asked last as she looked Opie over. Damn, she had to be very careful with him because he was Jax's friend and though she knew to watch out, there was always trouble to be had in other places. The only other woman she ever heard about who fucked with just about anyone was the fictional story of a woman named Marguerite de la Cruz-Esposito. Supposedly the story was based off another infamous woman dubbed 'Queen of the South' who rose up in the ranks of the Mexican and Latin drug cartels. Well, the first woman, Marguerite was a fictional story based around the true story of the Queen of the South who went by the nickname Pretty Lady In Red. At first, it made Shah wonder why Chucky gave her the book called, 'Bam, Bam, The Esposito's Shot Them Down', but reading about the life of this fictional female into the book had shocked but endeared Shah to this woman. This woman reminded her a lot of what she hoped to be (Shah even took on a few of the aliases the fictional character had and made it her own except for PLIR) but then again she did not want to be taking her men on the Maury or Jerry Springer to find out who fathered her baby or inform her loves she was sleeping with more people.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>25-03-2009, 17:44:59</strong>
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				<strong>"It might surprise you Shah, but none of those were on our little list."</strong><br><br>Jax smiled as he spoke... honestly, they hadn't. Although the slight glint in Opie's eye seemed to indicate he'd be perfectly happy with some nuzzling and flicking... although preferably not with the trucker receiving that attention. As he'd thought before, fair play to the guy, especially if he got through the shit Shah had been put through by all of them. He fucking deserved it after everything he'd been through.<br><br><strong>"Wait, you said pick up food? Does that include ice-cream?"</strong><br><br>There was a smile on Opie's face as he realised he may have managed to win this friendly little bet. Chibs cursed under his breath, before his face screwed up in concentration for a moment, a sudden burst of realisation.<br><br><strong>"Fuck... these place that we can grab some food... they wouldn't sell Pokemon card would they?"</strong><br><br>The pair glanced as Jax, almost waiting for him to trump them all with some logical reason why he should be the guy to win this little exchange.<br><br><strong>"Hey, don't look at me. What's the fucking chances of Polly Pocket still being around? You got me this time boys."</strong><br><br>If Shah was wondering what the hell was going with these men suddenly seriously debating whether Polly Pocket, ice cream or Pokemon card would be avaliable on this trip, they gave her no hints. This was at least partly that most avoided of psycological terms... the ellusive "male bonding". Hell, you could always call it a fucking "bromance", but you'd get a punch in the mouth and a boot in the ass for saying it within hearing distance. <br><br>As Shah explained the destination, you could see Chibs and Opie's faces fall slightly. That near to the old Devil's Tribe and not popping in to see them? Fuck. The girls. Oh God the girls. Of course, it wouldn't be like the patching-in party, but still, oh God the girls. Even Jax could feel his own disappointment, although now really wasn't the time to start fucking around. He wasn't even sure if he was fucking going out with Tara or not, but whatever it was, having another girl bouncing off the tip of his dick wouldn't help matters. Sure was tempting though. Chibs groaned.<br><br><strong>"Now ain't that a fucking tease boys."<br><br>"Too fucking right."</strong><br><br>Opie's words were said with a great deal of passion.<br><br><strong>"Keep it in your pants guys. I'm sure one day Clay will let you put on the big boy pants and go down there all on your own. How we riding, and the dude seen anything worrying on the way up?"</strong><br><br>Jax turned to face Shah as he asked the last questions. Really, the only important ones of the entire exchange.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>25-03-2009, 22:18:46</strong>
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				That was a surprise to hear. She even hoped for them to groan and curse to find out the three lost a bet among themselves and had to do another one to guess the true amount of what went on with Shah and the driver. Even now she expected them to really ask her if she had been riding the driver's cock. Damn, she should not be thinking about cock when she had been interested or was still interested in riding Opie's cock. Hell, it looked about the only one opened to being fucked but again she reminded herself about fucking with business. <br><br>Fucking Chibs was out of the question. It was not that he was Scottish because hell, she loved fucking the Irish and Scottish as much as she heard from stories that the men enjoyed fucking women no matter if they hated them. Oh she had a lot of hate sex before but even the hate sex was out hot and disgustingly passionatire. Disgusting in the sense, she did not give a shit about what was going on with herself or anything. Shah could be covered in blood or drunk as shit but if she fucked a person she hated, well, the walls would shake and she come out with bite marks and her ass, cunt and mouth aching like it went twelve rounds with Mike Tyson.<br><br>Now Fucking with Jax...wait, what were they talking about?<br><br>Shah brought herself back to what the three were talking about and smirked to hear Opie asking about ice cream. "Why? You want some ice cream?," she asked, cocking her head to one side as she looked Opie over. She remembered how Jax managed to see her the two times with ice cream and might have warned the others about how she went about consuming ice cream. Hell, even Chucky knew to back the fuck away from her when ice cream was around. Even Daddy D knew when Shah went through a carton of ice cream something went down or something would go down soon enough. Maybe it was heriditary thing but she never could ask her real mother if she was craving ice cream while she was pregnant nor ask her true father if he went out of his way to get Shah's mother cartons of ice cream even if it was late at night. All she could assume was she was a animal when it came to food but she was glad for the workouts and running around San Francisco or her ass would be over six hundred fucking pounds. Not a good sight to behold and unless there were big chubby chasers, no one to fuck her if she went lazy on her workouts.<br><br>Now, where the hell was she? Oh yes, she kept going off on other areas just like almost all woman do in their conversations. Start on one thing like a lover asking, 'Where do you want to eat', ending up at a conversation about how Obama would look good if he was more muscular. See? How does it go from asking about food to how the United States president would look great if he had more tone in his ass? While the women were hormonal lunatics, men and some women still wanted to fuck their brains out. Who was the real idiot now? Sorry, where Shah? Oh yes, back to her thinking about why Opie was asking about ice cream.<br><br>Pokemon cards? Alright, maybe she was glad she went off into her world but listened at the same time to their questions. One thing about being a woman was multitasking, some may not be great at it, others kicked ass and Shah hoped to be close to kicking ass on it but even now she wished she had flittered away to think of something else. "Why? You want to get the latest card or even another pokemon book? I thought Pokemon died with the whole Y2K craze," she asked as she shook her head at the thought of Chibs into Pokemon. The man had slashes on his face for Christ's sake and he was into pokemon? Well, what a new thing to bring back to SAFSOA and talk about with the members. Shah was not just here to be made Sergeant, she was here to find out anything worth knowing for the other clubs. Daddy D was concerned SAMCRO was starting to unravel after the death of Opie's wife and the fact Clay was hitting close to turning over the reigns to Jax. Once Jax got the position of President, Shah felt shit was going to hit the fan and she needed an umbrella to get through the worst of it.<br><br>"Why a fucking tease? If we make the schedule, we get to the check point in a good 8 hours and 5 minutes on regular civilian highway. Before you tell me it is too fucking long of a drive, I had Chucky make use of the back highways that run from here to Vegas when he had to see a woman about a female, don't ask me about that and the drive will take us a good four hours. Still a lot but not as much as 8 hours. We get in a quick gas up and food, make it in four and a half to five hours," she answered. Shah knew it was not that long of a drive but if they left now the four of them and the drive would make it towards the meeting point of Indian Springs near Vegas a quarter to five, five fifteen at the very latest and the drop off was not until 8pm which gave them three hours of fun. Three hours to use to whatever one wanted she mentioned to them all. Three hours to get in the Vegas, fuck with the girls, well for her it would be fucking the guys and get it in all in before the drop off. <br><br>When Jax asked about how they would ride, she explained how it would go with the drive and the four of them. "I want it to be two in front of the truck and two in back in case the back highways and roads do have drivers on them and to better protect the merchandise if anyone shows up in front or back of us. If not, we put one on each side only if there are no dividers but I am not taking chances of the cargo not being able to stop in time of there is a divider or anything else in the middle of the road so we keep up with two in the front and back overall. I have three pieces I brought along not including the one Bobby handed over. I also brought a small box filled with spiked tacks to throw along the road in case someone does try to fuck with us, a few extra clips, steel baton and mace in case rabid animals show up on the trip," she answered, smiling all the while. The bitch was prepared with her things in the book bag. Jax should be glad she did not put any of the spiked tacks beneath his bike this morning because Shah had been awful tempted to do so.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 02:11:16</strong>
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				Jax chuckled good naturedly as Shah enquired as to why the hell they were chatting about Pokemon and ice cream, although he noticed she left Polly Pocket out of it. Fuck, he didn't even know if Polly Pocket still fucking existed. Fuck, was Action man even still around? Now that would be a fucking loss. But even the prospect of his childhood toys (that's Action man, not Polly Pocket for those keeping score...) couldn't replace the humour of the idea that Shah was going to have Chibs down as a Pokemon card fan. Chibs wouldn't let them keep it up, but damn that would be a fairly decent rib to pull. Chibs, scarred, Scottish and scary, but also the proud owner of a Charizard.<br><br><strong>"Still a tease babe. Indian Springs is a fucking hole in the ground full of pissed off flyboys that weekend leave keeps getting cancelled and they can't hit Vegas. So we get Vegas, but we're like 5-6 hours from the fucking Indian Hills where the real action is. While back we patched the Tribe over at Hills in, and that patching over party was pretty fucking sick. But these two poor bastards missed out... Chibs was off doing his celtic bonding shit and Opie was running straight. They've had to put up with Bobby describing it... and Tig... who didn't even make the fucking thing but rocked up after and got some love... giving some graphic details. They're like two fucking school boys who aren't allowed to look at the porn rag..."<br><br>"Fuck off Jax."<br><br>"Yeah, fuck off."</strong><br><br>Jax chuckled again, the smile good natured on his face.<br><br><strong>"Whatever. Jury runs a fun ship, and getting half-way there... fuck, it's a bit of a tease... fuck, even the names a similar. But fuck, duty fucking calls, doesn't it? You mind if I ride out back with Chibs?"</strong><br><br>He'd pretty much been hogging Shah's time since she came down to Charming. Time to see if Opie could make a better impression than he did.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 02:59:05</strong>
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				Sure, we can pretend Jax is not into Polly Pocket because who in the hell would remember that doll other than the female population? He may have a mother but there were doubts of Gemma into dolls and showing Jax the correct terms for the names but there was always a first in Shah's opinions. Hell, there were times she wondered about Chucky's obsession with females in their underwear and panties. She knew men got off on things but Chucky enjoyed shopping with a female to find the perfect to wear while he fucked their brains out. So far, she had not caught him wearing any of the items the females he dated wore and as long as he did not stretch out her underwear or rip her bras, she was cool with him. Chucky knew her own secrets and concerns so anything he had to reveal to her would be brushed off with a shake of her head and ribbing him whenever he got on her case. <br><br>"Indian Springs to Vegas is only fourty-five minutes from one another. We can hit Vegas and come back before the drop off at Indian Springs or I can make a few calls and have a few of the hookers meet us up in case we don't want to take the risk. I can tell two of you need some pussy to fuck and I need a cock to ride," she answered, bluntly, not giving a fuck now that they knew that she was itching for a bit of bed play. Hearing that he could get a pussy to fuck even if they did not want to chance it out in Vegas got Chibs interested. He commented he wanted a redhead with green eyes. Does that not remind you of someone? Like Shah before she dyed her hair? Guess Chibs was not the only one to be into fucking someone closely to their specification. He just might be into fucking women who could look Irish but who knows.&nbsp; <br><br>For Opie, it looked like it could peak his interest but he kept eyeing her lips. To see if he was truly looking at her lips, Shah slowly flicked her tongue across her bottom lip. He chewed on the corner of his lower lip and swallowed to clear a dry throat if she was a glass of water. Whether it peaked Opie's interest or not, she would fuck him on a few guidelines but not about to give those guidelines in front of the pokemon-trading Chibs or the adonis-thinking motherfucker who really needed to wash his hair. Still, if things worked out then hell, she might not have to hire a male hooker to service her. Never knew what could happen in Nevada. Though she remembered about shooting a man just for the fun of it in Vegas and knew that yes anything could happen in Nevada.<br><br>She looked from Jax to Opie after Jax asked if he could ride in back with Chib. Shah narrowed her eyes behind her sunglasses. "Fine, as long as Chibs and you do not get into a fight over who has the better Pokemon collection," she answered as she looked to Opie. Opie seemed a bit worried over something but there was something in his eyes she did enjoy. While she had cocked him in the throat, the two of them could agree on one thing: fucking. Yes, she was known to fuck people she hated, did we not talk about this already? Did we? Yes, that we did so you can stop asking me if she would fuck Tig because Tig is the exception to the rule. Hell, even I would not fuck Tig and I am Fate for christ's sake. Shah would not fuck Tig but she was fine with fucking everyone outside of Tig. Was that not the way to a woman's hurt was through hatred and her parted thighs? Walking away from the three, she hopped onto her bike and revved it but not before yelling for the driver to get his ass ready. "Come on, we have a drive and I am itching to ride."
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 21:56:44</strong>
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				<strong>"Let's ride then boys."</strong><br><br>Jax kicked his own motor into life as the driver started up his engine, the truck rolling off the layby, swiftly followed by him and Chibs, Opie having pulled out in front. Getting up to speed he felt the wind in his face, the sun beating down, the freedom and the joy of riding. He remembered when Juice had idly shown him some sportbike bastard's website, full of angry ranting about how if you rode a Harley you were some fucking poser idiot. Now, Jax wasn't going to deny there were a whole bunch of midlife crises suffering motherfuckers riding around on bikes that were in some way similar to his, but fuck that shit. There was just as many fucking sportsbike wannabe's out there, getting their Suzuki whatthefuck bike, never riding it above 60mph, while pushing themselves into some oversized purple condom "racing suit" and looking more like the Power Ranger's gay cousin.<br><br>Let's have a look at some of this idiots ramblings:<br><br><em>"Motorcycling is all about freedom, about getting away, about being one with the road and the machine. You can't do that if you have two hundred pounds of accessories on your ride. You can't do that if your bike won't lean or manoeuvre without scraping something and leaving a shower of sparks. You can't do that if your bike won't go over a hundred miles an hour without a solid fuel jet booster attached."</em><br><br>First off bitch, Jax's bike would make 100 without much fucking trouble. And you want to talk about freedom? How is your bitch ass any more free than Jax? You tied down to some fucking set of laws and regulations and rules that you didn't sign up to. Jax chose the restrictions that SoA puts on him. Well, kinda chose...<br><br><em>The difference between a Harley rider and a sport bike rider is that the Harley rider is a slave to his machine, a slave to the ignorant facade that keeps it alive, a slave to an image that has to be projected at all times in order to achieve the 'Harley Experience'. A sport bike rider, in direct contrast, is the master of his machine. It doesn't take very much, if any, brains to own a Harley, just a deep wallet and a willingness to embrace mediocrity. But if you buy a sport bike, you better have some wits and skill about you or you are in for a world of hurt. Also, since you are often dealing with close tolerance high end high performance hardware, sport bikes are not just for every common joe who can turn a key and twist a throttle. Any lemming can do that.</em><br><br>A slave to his machine? A slave to an image? And your leather biker jacket with "Red Bull racing" emblazoned on the back, all red and white or your full body leather suit isn't? Fuck off. Jax wasn't projecting an image, Clay wasn't projecting and image, Opie wasn't projecting an image. They were the fucking image son. You know that "bad ass" image you're trying to insult, all those posers you hate? The SoA were the guys those guys were aping. So watch your fucking mouth.<br><br>Jax had laughed it off when he read it, but he had no doubts that if the guy had been within an easy driving distance he could have roped some of the boys in, had a fun ride down there, stomped his ass into the ground and then enjoyed the ride back just as much.<br><br>So yeah, bitch all you want, but these fuckers... they were the real deal.<br><br>And they had a freedom you only dreamed of.<br><br>They'd been riding for a bit when Chibs called out to him from the other side of the road, the voice just about carrying to him.<br><br><strong>"I think she actually thinks I like fucking Pokemon."<br><br>"Hell, could get you a whole new rep."<br><br>"Fuck off."<br><br>"Don't worry bro. Enough people know your travelling Scottish ass already. She makes a joke about Pokemon and it's just going to be a stone cold silence."<br><br>"Better be."<br><br>"You worry too much"<br><br>"Fuck off. How you doing anyway?"<br><br>"Keeping my head down, just getting on with shit. Pretty well really. By my fucking standards things have been relatively quiet... both with the Club and with the other shit."<br><br>"Good to hear. How's Able?"<br><br>"Not bad. Haven't seen him in a couple of days actually, going to pop back round when we make it back. Better than I ever thought he would be really. Kid's a fighter."<br><br>"Like his dad."<br><br>"Fuck off."</strong><br><br>The last words were said with a laugh and a slight revving of the engine as Jax went back to enjoying the call of the open road.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>28-03-2009, 03:32:34</strong>
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				<em>Let's ride then, boys.</em><br><br>She wanted to correct Jax on it but right now riding and getting to the meeting point was a whole lot fucking important than political correctness. Hell, she only used political correctness when she wanted to piss of a couple of people. What could she say, Shah was one to make enemies and friends in the same days. What did not kill her usually made her mad and to hear Jax making orders to ride out without looking to her just made her see that she was glad there was no sense of friendship between them. Sure, put on a friendly face and she would be there to save his ass but she doubted he would call her up when he had Opie and the others to check his ass. Still, it only made her wonder that he could end up with his lonesome but then again there were always stupid bitches around ready to fall for his spiel. She almost had been one to fall for his lies when the two talked late the other night. God, close to even feeling sympathy but the man did not need anyone as far as she knew. Shah was fine with that and she was fine not knowing more about him. All she needed was to get this bike to travel with the truck driver to Indian Springs and show there were no problems about it. <br><br>Speaking about bikes, Shah remembered an online article she read as she wanted to see exactly what people thought of riders on Harley's and other manufacturers. Shah could be considered a bit of a fact freak to knowing even the most oddest of articles and information. She knew that the length of ones arm from the bend of the elbow to the wrist was the same as the top of someones toe to the back. It was stupid shit, but after reading the e-books, podcasts and music on her Ipod, dumbing down your intelligence when it came to other people helped to keep others from asking to repeat the question or become hostile towards the ones with an IQ that was above the fish status. She remembered getting into a fight because she wanted to talk about books and someone commented on books being only made for ugly people and those who needed a book to hide how lonely they really were. Shah ended up cracking the guy over the head with a bottle of Jack Daniels. That had been a sad moment to ruin a good bottle of Jack to show a guy a lesson in fucking manners.<br><br>Alright, now where was Shah before she went off again? Yes, she was talking about bikes and the article written about the personalities and traits people had when it came to either riding a Harley as opposed to a crotch rocket. Yes, a fucking crotch rocket. Got a problem with that? Didn't think so. Now when she read the article, Shah could not help but fucking laugh at the author. Whoever came up with that shit, obviously never got to ride with people on Harley's. Shah printed it out a couple of copies and pasted it on everyones bike in the club. A few thought it was graffiti but there was some chuckle to the surveys and supposed theories on why people gravitated towards bike. Even now, she remembered a few of the paragraphs of the article.<br><br><em>Both dig body art but Harley riders are more likely to wear what they ride, says Progressive, America's top motorcycle insurer. What can you tell about a person by the kind of motorcycle they ride? Plenty, according to a recent countrywide online survey conducted by The Progressive Group of Insurance Companies, the number one seller of motorcycle insurance in the U.S. The survey finds interesting differences - and similarities - between Harley-Davidson riders and those who ride sport bikes.</em><br><br>There was no fucking way she put her money on trusting Progressive but she continued to read curious to find out what the survey had to say on Harley's. Harley's was the classic bike and no matter what anyone told her, Harley was her man for life. Other MC's might be thinking of overhauling their bikes but the only modifications should be necessary to maybe improve the comfort of riding but never to make it 'cool' or 'phat' as she read other articles on why Harley's were 'kewl'. Whoever thought that 'phat' and 'kewl' were words to be used in a conversation needed to get their ass stomped into the ground. Hell, even she knew not to use that shit in public, made someone look like a newbie. When she read the beginning of the survey, she knew it had to be a newbie writing the article and expected there to be loads of 'kewl' and 'rad' in the paragraphs. <br><br><em>For example, everyone knows that Harley riders wear their passion for biking on their sleeve... literally. The survey finds Harley riders are three times more likely than those who ride sport bikes to own clothing or artwork that displays the brand of motorcycle they ride (93 percent versus 30 percent, respectively). Harley riders are also more likely to have body art such as tattoos and piercings (52 percent versus 40 percent).</em><br><br>Now that was a fucking riot. Never did she wear any Harley artwork or the brand on her. Only brand she had was San Francisco Chapter of the one and only Sons of Anarchy. Nothing else touched her back, well, maybe the rose tattoos but rest was in tribute to SAFSOA and the life she gave to them. All for the club and nothing left for anyone else. Maybe that was why she was single but then again she was not truly alone when she was single. There was always someone there to keep her company and give her a good shag any time. Right now it looked to be Opie who wanted in on her goodies. Did she say goodies? God, she needed to get Sonja to stop uploading Ciara onto her Ipod because she thought listening to Ciara could get her to feel a bit more feminine about herself. What the hell was she? A tranny? No offense to trannies but Shah was all woman even if she rolled around with bikers. <br><br><em>The survey also finds that Harley riders are more likely than those who ride sport bikes to plan rides around where they'll eat (32 percent versus 23 percent). Sport bike riders are three times more likely to eat at fast-food restaurants (18 percent versus six percent), while riders of Harley's are nearly four times more likely to pick restaurants with the nicest looking waiters/waitresses (11 percent versus three percent).</em><br><br>That had made her fucking scoff at this writer because of how they described the way the Harley riders ate as if they were high end society. Really, the places she ate when she went on rides or runs were most of the time dive diners or bars and the waitresses were looking torn up from the tips of their raggedy toes to their rat nests of hair. Not really someone she wanted to fuck or even touch with a ten foot pole at all. With Opie, she might touch in a few places but again that would be talked about if it came up between the two of them. Besides, not like anybody else wanted to fuck her, well, maybe Tig but only to try and give her the clap or something.<br><br><em>The survey confirms that both rider groups have much in common, too. For example, both say "freedom" is the number one reason they ride. And though sport bikes are commonly known as "crotch-rockets" or "roadrunners," only six percent of those who ride them say they do so for "speed" while fewer than one percent of Harley riders say the same. Both groups listed the same top excuses for justifying a quick ride: running errands, testing the engine and visiting friends.</em><br><br>Wrong again. She did make errands but what reason did she have in testing the engine? If she knew the engine was fucked up, she never would have bought the fucking bike or would have someone fix it for her. Visting friends? Her friends lived within a two block radius of her and most of the time they hung around the clubhouse which was her first home, her second being the lofthouse she owned in Castro. Yes, try and make jokes about a bisexual female living in Castro and not having a gay neighbor or a tranny one living downstairs from her. Go on, yes, yes, let it out. Now shut the fuck up and lets continue with what the rest of the article had to say.<br><br><em>An overwhelming majority of riders (88 percent) donate time or money to charities. Two-thirds of Harley riders (67 percent) and one-third of those who ride sport bikes (33 percent) participate in at least one charity ride each year. Sixty-nine (69) percent of all riders daydream at work each day about riding their bike. Eighteen (18) percent of all riders call in sick to work at least once a year to go riding. Women prefer to ride with their significant other (58 percent), while men choose to ride with their friends (63 percent).</em><br><br>When she started to hear someone yelling at her over the wind and interrupting her thoughts, she looked over to Opie. She removed the Ipod earbud from her ear to get a better clue on what he was yelling at her. What? Shah kept her eyes on the road and everything which surrounded the group. The past three hours, the group had been riding through the back highways. So far, it looked as if this loaner bike was managing her style of riding. While most people leaned back on their bikes as if it was a relaxing ride out in the park, for her riding was an adrenaline rush to her. Her eyes were dilated, heart racing, jaw clenched tight, muscles locked together in anticipation of rushing anything that got in her fucking way. Hell everytime she was done with a ride it felt like she got into a couple of bar fights from the way her muscles and bones ached from the tension and locking her body as if anything could jump out and attack her.<br><br>"What?," she yelled out over the roar of the engine. Shah wondered what he had to say to her or at least comment on since he had kept his mouth shut for the last three hours. Maybe she should have conversed with him but she had been set on the ride and getting there to forget about being polite. Shah would make it up later but for now she glanced over and nodded to give him the go ahead to chatter like a pair of wound up plastic teeth.<br><br>"Driver needs to gas up and so do I. Do you?," he asked, before he moved the bike up a little to give the driver the space needed to see them over the front of the truck. Sure, as shit, she looked down at her gas tank. It was half full but even then it was better to fill it up and not worry about finding a gas station in Indian Springs and seeing if the guys wanted to hit Vegas before the set hour.<br><br>"Sure, I need food in my stomach too. There is a gas station up ahead," she yelled out over the noise of the bikes and the wind. The gas station was one fourth of a mile away, the gas station and diner coming up on their view as she went downhill on her bike. Good thing to see a gas and diner joint because she could get her gas and food at the same time; plus she needed to make the calls about the hookers. Slowly, she made her way to park and let the driver settle himself in to wait patiently to have the go ahead to pump his gas or to be led inside to pay for the gas and someone else to pump it. There were no chances taken on things such as these. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>30-03-2009, 11:53:54</strong>
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				<strong>"Looks like we're pulling off."<br><br>"Need gas I guess. I could do with a refuel."<br><br>"You just want to check on Pokemon cards."<br><br>"Fuck off. If that sticks I'm going to fucking kill you."<br><br>"Hey, I'm Polly Pocket guy dude... I ain't got it much better than you."<br><br>"I'm going to buy you a fucking Polly Pocket, give it to you as a present and then stick it up your arse."</strong><br><br>A laugh from Jax as the convoy pulled into one of those little diner/gas station joints. This was pretty much a fact of life as a biker, especially one who went on runs. Hell, when they were just socialising and going out for fun, they'd actually planned the odd route round where the best diner's were. For all the bad press they got, bikers were not exactly the worst of customers, even one's with the reputation of the Sons of Anarchy. They didn't drink and ride, so there was no chance they were going to get too crazy and trash the place, and if they like something about a joint, be it the BBQ sauce or the pulled pork, or even just a hot waitress with a little sass to her, they'd be back again and again... and that meant money getting spent. And if they liked a place and wanted to go back they weren't the worst of guests... sure, there may be some horseplay, there always was, but they'd keep the place clean.<br><br>And there were always the security benefits. Pity the fool who tried to hold up a place while the SoA were tucking into a burger and fries.<br><br>So yeah, in Jax's life he'd spent about as much time in diner's as anyone who didn't work in one or was a trucker. He liked the places in truth. The little quirks that came with most of them, the joys of them not being a franchise or a chain. That little bit of Americana left... a throwback in some ways. Following Shah into the park, he called out, double checking their plan of action.<br><br><strong>"What;s the score Shah?</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>30-03-2009, 21:55:02</strong>
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				Though the ride had been much to admire, it was the fact she was able to gas up and stretch her muscles which called Shah to stop at the gas/diner lot. Off her bike and she heard a slew of pops and satisfied groans from her body as she moved this way and that way. She stretched her body one side and to the other, careful of her bruised ribs but it felt like heaven to move her body after a good run. The three hours on the vibrating bike had put her legs to sleep and stomping her boots into the ground helped to put circulation and wake them up a bit. Even as she rode, her curled her feet in and out of her shoes and socks to keep from becoming agitated and antsy on rides. Rides such as these with cargo needing to go from one place to another always had her on edge but not enough to make her paranoid out in the area. The backroads helped to cover their tracks but she knew in small towns like these, seeing three men on bikes and a woman as well driving in front and back of a truck caused rumors and gossip to run wild. She bet her own bike by the time the five of them left this gas and diner joint that the waitresses and clerks would be talking about a group of hellions who looked like they busted out of hell and a woman who looked more like a man and talked like a man than any man could ever be. Sounds too much but if I am stuck in a shit hole of a town that was less than 200, of course gossip and conversation is going to become the hightlight of my fucking day.<br><br>Already it seemed people were peeking out of the windows and she noticed one waitress fluffing up her hair and breasts in case she could get herself a tip or a date from the any of the members or the driver. None of those women appealed to her though she noticed a small, petite blonde customer who looked wholesome and innocent. Mmm, something she might like but right now her mind was on the run and food. Food helped to energize the group and the run was their ultimate goal. Now with Jax asking her what the score was, Shah had an indication of how things were going. "The score is we are just an hour away from our destination of Indian Springs and tack forty-five to Vegas. The driver is staying in the truck to keep him from thinking of settling himself down to eat. We can sit down and eat in Indian Springs and even have a few hookers service the group at the same time. I am going to put in a call to a brothel I know to set it up. Do you want a female for the night?," she asked, not knowing whether or not he would want one but Chibs was there to walk up to the two and remind her about the criteria of a redhead with green eyes. Sure, sure, she would even see about the female even putting on a Scottish accent if it would help him relax even more. <br><br>Shah did not want to leave the package by itself knowing it needed to get to Indian Springs with no problems. While she wanted to sit down and dig into a plate of hashbrowns, eggs and a slice of ham it was better to think about the job than food plus she itched to get her cock in Indian Springs. "You and Chibs stay with the driver while Opie and I pay for the gas and food. Never know what can happen in the span of a few minutes," she commented as she brought out a pen and paper to take down a few items to buy for the group. On her list, well, the list the driver made in bad handwriting, there was the need for redbull, soda, cheetos, candy bars, more redbull, toilet paper and lotion (when she saw that, Shah merely kept her comments to herself as she named it off back to the drive to confirm what he wanted from the store) crackers, water (all that crap and he wanted water? Fine, alright) and on top of that wanted a case of beer. Supposedly, the beer was for the women that he would meet in Vegas or the hookers Shah would hire to meet them up at Indian Springs. Shah was not going to have him pulled over for intoxication and ruin her run which was why she crossed that off of her list. Better safe than fucking dead. <br><br>On her own list it was water, chocolate and an ice cream bar. What? It was a warm day today and she felt like an ice cream bar. Do not deny her the ice cream people. Leave her alone and stop making fun of her eating ice cream. However, wait till you see her use the ice cream on her lovers. That is some hot shit right there, where was I? Sorry, got distracted by ice cream on a certain part of a male body that was being licked from the bottom to the top of the... Shah looked up towards Opie as he looked over her shoulder to glance through the list. He put on his own list but he was fine with grabbing his own stuff rather than have her write it down. Chibs wanted anything greasy, maybe a beer but a glance his way shut him up about it and instead went for a coke and then top it off with a heath bar. Shah really did not comment as well on the Scottish man's need for a heath bar but she joked if he wanted a pack of pokemon cards in case the clerk sold them in the shop. "What do you want, Jax and do you want the female?," she yelled over her shoulder as she started to walk towards the store at the same time motioning for Opie to go ahead of her to pay for the gas and she would catch up as soon as she had Jax's order on her list. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>31-03-2009, 04:49:16</strong>
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				<strong>"Nah babe, I'm good on the woman front."</strong><br><br>Now, let's be clear, that's a lie, as any short glance into Jax's personal life at the time would easily attest to, but in the spirit of this conversation, it really was pretty much the truth. Sure, if Jax saw a hot piece he really, really, really wanted to nail, then yeah, he'd take it, but he wasn't bothered about getting some hooker ass.<br><br><strong>"Just get me a bottle of water would ya?"</strong><br><br>Long drive, dusty back roads and yapping along with Chibs all lead to a dry mouth and throat, never the most lovely of conditions. Add to tha Jax would rather sit down with a real meal than grab something to take on the road... he wasn't starving yet, so while the rest were off enjoying the dubious charms of the ladies... or men... he'd tuck into something that was definately different but just as wet and juicy. He was tempted to have another smoke, but that would involve leaving the driver... smoking and pumping gas never really mixed that well, and getting the cargo to its destination was all that really mattered. He did take the moment to step off his bike, stretching his legs, taking the sunglasses off for a second, letting the bright sun flash into his unprotected his eyes.<br><br>Feeling alive I guess.<br><br>Other than that he didn't really do much. A quick look into the diner itself, at the customers and workers, a grin that was either roguish, devilish, arrogant or charming depending on how you took it, leaning back on his bike and waiting for the ride to begin again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>31-03-2009, 05:58:15</strong>
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				A nod to Jax and Shah was off to catch up to Opie. The two conversed a bit over the list of things needed for the ride. Once more, she was hungry but she could wait it out until the five of them made it to Indian Springs before digging into a cheeseburger or salad. Yes. Salad. Back the fuck off of her because she wants to eat healthy or go suck a cock. Well, she was going to suck a cock hopefully in another hour or so if the fucking women would stop chatting and get to the price range.<br><br>"Give me a minute, here," she whispered to Opie as she handed over the cash needed to pay for the food and drinks as she bartered to find herself three hookers, two females and one male for tonight. It seemed hookers had to be booked ahead of time which was bullshit in her opinion because it was the middle of the week. However, she could understand a hooker wanting to be booked rather than have an empty calendar day because she needed to make money. Fuck, how she hated hookers and their need to be busy all the god damn time.<br><br>After arguing on the phone for the need to get the woman and man, Shah was frustrated to find herself with a man but snagging three women. Ah, that was not what she wanted but the third woman could go to Jax for all she cared. The man needed a good fuck no matter that he denied himself the pleasure. Hell, though she felt bad for the crazy Tara, Jax needed something else to fuck to get his mind off of things which was why Shah agreed to the three women to meet up in Indian Springs and paid for the females with her credit card. A few more minutes and Opie leaving the store with the things and wondering what was taking her so long on the phone and three women were ordered for the boys. The driver was not going to get shit because he was getting food and water plus if he fucked one of the females and threw out his back than of course the blame would be put on her for the mishap.<br><br>"Alright, we have everything on the list including three cunts for anyone to fuck including a redhead with green eyes, a blonde female who is stacked in the front and back and a brunette who looks like she needs to be disciplined for cheating on her test. Each one are clean, each are payed for the night so use them boys," she answered, ignoring any gaze sent her way in case Jax wanted to wring her neck but that it how it worked. He could chat with the female or pass her off to the next guy who wanted to fuck her. For her, she had only her hand to fuck herself with and that was going to be it for the rest of the damn night. "Let's ride again."
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>01-04-2009, 09:39:40</strong>
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				<strong>"Not getting anything for yourself, or you taking one of the girls?"</strong><br><br>Jax stretched out, before hopping back on his bike, preparing to follow Shah out. The question was genuine... from what Shah had been saying, she wanted some cock and it seemed strange that she wouldn't get a rent-a-dick or a stunt penis to play with. The again, perhaps she had changed her mind and was in the mood for a woman's loving touch. Or she was going to fuck Opie... but that left 3 whores and only him and Chibs... and cos he wasn't that bothered, that left 3 for Chibs. Not that the Scottish bastard would complain, but Jax doubted that was Shah's intention. Perhaps the male hooker population of Nevada had all run off.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>01-04-2009, 15:09:52</strong>
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				"Apparently, there are no men, available male hookers for me in the fucking state of Nevada," she answered as she got onto the borrowed bike. It fucking did not sit well with her that there were no men for her to fuck that the brothel's had on hand. Was Fate trying to tell her she should not be fucking anything or wht? Sure, the offer with Opie might stand but really, not as if Opie was jumping at the bit to fuck her brains out. "The women are for the three of you except for the driver. He needs to concentrate on driving and not fucking for the moment," she stated as she drew her hair back into the messy ponytail once more and revved up her bike. A signal to the upset driver and off Shah went once more on the road. The driver might be pissed off at her but she was going to give him the numbers to the brothel nonetheless. Better to drive without thinking of fucking someone on the end of it to keep him from driving too fast and getting pulled over. <br><br>Now Jax also might be upset at her for getting him a girl but once more he could easily tell the hooker to leave him alone with the fivesome arrived in Indian Springs. The man needed to fuck someone who was not going to worry about him calling or snuggling with her the next day. Shah could not put her two cents into his relationship because she had her own problems in the past with love. For Christ's sake, she almost married a cop but then again, she was lucky he had walked out on her. Nevertheless, Shah was just giving Jax an opportunity to get whatever he needed to get out onto the hooker by fucking her brains out and silently Shah promised to either keep his infidelity a secret or make sure that Tara knew about it. One cannot blame a female for an opportunity to exact revenge but it would be touch and go to see if Shah really wanted to screw Jax over even more by giving Tara a hint of what Jax was up to on the runs. Shah would be careful about it but once more it all depended on Jax's attitude towards her that would determine whether or not she screwed him over to his girlfriend.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>01-04-2009, 17:08:09</strong>
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				Jax faced one of the great dilemas. <br><br>The type that have plagued mankind since the beginning of time itself.<br><br>An issue that would cause him to toss and turn at night for weeks to come, whatever his decision. To look back and consider exactly what he did, whether it was the right choice. One where he had to search his soul and his morals, try to find something to hold on to, to grasp, something to give weight and balance to his answer. In other times he would look to his father's journal, see if he could find the guidence from there. But alas, that was far from here, and the answer required was much more immediate. Would this be a decision he would regret, or one that would pave his bountiful future.<br><br>In short...<br><br>Should he make a joke about the fact all the male hookers in Nevada had turned Shah down?<br><br>There were pros and cons to each side. On one hand, she may murder him. On the other hand, he found the idea quite funny. On the other hand, she may not murder him, but he wouldn't get to let his feelings out. And he'd watched enough day time tv to know you were meant to let your feelings out. It was apparently good for you.<br><br>But then, there was a chance he got murdered...<br><br>...<br><br>...<br><br>And the look Shah had in her eyes wasn't completely innocent either.<br><br>So...<br><br>What to do?<br><br>For once, Jax decided discretion was the better part of valor and it would perhaps be better to keep the line to himself, at least for now. Insinuating that Shah was so repulsive that even the hordes of Nevada rent boys and hookers didn't want a piece of her almost certainly wouldn't go down that well, whatever the laughs he got. Nah, he'd save that story up for a special moment.<br><br><strong>"If you want some female company you can take the whore off my hands. Or if Chibs is very nice to me, I may let him double up."</strong><br><br>A wink to his friend, who silently clasped his hands together and mouthed "Please God" to a chuckle from Opie and Jax.<br><br><strong>"Hell, Cheech base is right by the Springs, so it wouldn't be that hard to find yourself a lonely little airman who would love your company. Knowing how tightly wound they keep them he'll probably pay you. But, he is an airman after all, so he'll probably want one of us lot of fuck him."</strong><br><br>Jax's dad was a Nam vet, and an paratrooper. He may have flown through the air, but he was still an Infantryman through and through, and some of that rivalry between the airforce and the infantry obviously rubbed off. Hell, being a paratrooper, John's dislike was probably worse than many.<br><br><strong>"We ready to rock?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>01-04-2009, 19:50:22</strong>
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				Ha. <br><br>Ha. <br><br>Fucking.<br><br>Ha. <br><br>Yes, there were no available male hookers in Nevada for Shah. Blow it out your ass for thinking she could not get a man. Ask Chucky and he could back her up on being able to get cock. Why was it that Nevada brothel's were just like Russian roulette, sometimes you won and sometimes you crapped out and lost a slew of money. Right now, she lost money just to pay for these three hookers. Hookers she hoped were not going to start asking her if she was one of them or even working a business as a biker groupie. It was the new hookers or hookers from out of state who thought she was a biker groupie who fucked the bikers and dressed in their gear to showcase her love for them. There were biker patches for that with the words, 'Property of [Insert member name]' placed on a leather jacket to show off which lady or gentleman belonged to who. <br><br>It seemed there was some sort of feminist convention going on and somehow all of the available men were booked a good month in advance for the week. Was that not a bitch? How feminists managed to take all of the men to try and show that now these men were at their mercy. In reality, she bet the feminists bought the men because no one else wanted to fuck their crazy asses. Sure, Shah believed in equal pay but a few of those ladies took it too damn far and started to man bash on sight. Shah managed to meet a few of those feminists and found herself with a bad taste in her mouth afterwards. Well, the bad taste came from eating them out and another because of how they felt all men were fucked up pigs. Yes, there were some fucked up pigs but other men who knew how to handle shit like Daddy D and maybe Jax. Maybe Jax and let us not get ahead of ourselves. <br><br>One good thing out of this conversation was Jax kept his mouth shut on any comments. If he had commented on how it seemed Shah could not even get a rent boy to fuck her, she might have killed and buried his ass in the desert. What? She was still sensitive on having to hear him degrading her sexual prowess and while she could let it slide once, twice, Jax would be losing a couple of teeth or patches of skin. Even now she itched to garaged someones eyeballs out of their skull and the only one who looked as if he wanted to fuck with her was Opie. Even now he eyed her too closely as if he waited to see what her answer was to Jax's question.<br><br>While she did enjoy female company, the last lover was a female and this time she wanted to switch it up a bit. If it meant fucking herself or possibly fucking Opie she was fine with that. Still, Opie and her needed to have a little chat about boundaries and leaving whatever the two had behind in Indian Springs. "Chibs can have your girl, not interested in bitches today," she answered, letting the comment stand on who exactly was a bitch in her book. Jax could take that phrasing however he liked as long as he did not give her a damn good reason to bash his brains in.<br><br>The reason needed to bash his brains in left Shah's head as she listened to Jax mention a Cheech base. Mmm, that was more like it. "Give me the address and number after we get into Indian Springs so I can set something up for me ," she answered as she nodded for everyone to get onto their bikes and the driver of the transport truck to turn over his engine. The truck driver during this time managed to drink his way through two red bulls and half a bag of cheetos. He honked the horn once to confirm he was ready and Shah headed out in front of him and make the last hour to Indian Springs with Opie riding at her side. Time to get fucked, Shah thought.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>03-04-2009, 18:28:41</strong>
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				<strong>"Don't really need an address babe. Just show up at one of the bars... probably the casino (http://www.indianspringscasino.com/) and you'll be able to find some lucky punter who just wants a good ol' time, and probably a whole gaggle of airmen who'll fight for your attention."</strong><br><br>He didn't rise to the bait of discussing exactly who was a bitch today. Verbal sparring was all well and good, but then you had to be able to take it as well as deal it out. Take that as you will as well. Let's all be honest here as well. Indian Springs was a dump. Barely 1300 people there, maybe two bars and a casino full of people who couldn't make it to Vegas and all capped off by groups of airmen planning on having a "good time." Not exactly Jax's favourite place in the world, but, as is always said, duty calls. It was, after all only a stopping off point, a place to eat and recharge, not somewhere they were planning on moving into and setting up camp. Nah, the biggest bitch was that they'd crossed into Nevada and gone somewhere called Indian Springs... so close and so far from Indian Hills. That's frustrating, but it also wasn't anyones fault. Other than that, there wasn't a huge amount to say about Indian Springs. Apparently it had a nice spa... but seriously, did Jax strike you as the kind of metrosexual guy who went for spa treatments with a geyser powered mineral pool? <br><br>As Shah and the cargo began to hit the road he pulled into formation behind them, Chibs by his side, and settled into for the last part of the journey.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>03-04-2009, 18:58:17</strong>
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				One had to wonder if Jax had gone to that particular Indian Spring casino to pick himself up a punter. Another was what the hell was a punter and why Jax was using words she might hear on a British bloke. Did Jax have a bit of bloke in him or did he have a good romp in the hay with a British bitch on his efforts to fuck every type of female in the world. Hell, she would not be surprised if he fucked through the European list but then again, it was Jax's business who he fucked and not her own. She was not his scorekeeper and he was not making any comments on the subject.<br><br>Besides, Jax helped her out with finding a good men to ride Air Shah today. She might return the favor, might was the word in case the airmen were hot messes when she hit them up in Indian Springs. There were thoughts running in her head on what to do if she found a good airmen to 'fight for her attention' as Jax stated. Another thought came by as to hitting up Jax to fuck her and she almost wanted to retch at the thought. Sure, Jax was fine but he was a whole other mess of trouble. Somehow Shah could not believe the idea of fucking Jax piqued her interest just a bit but then again seeing him with Tara and how emotional she was, he had to be into the crazy PMS'ing bitches.<br><br>Various items went through Shah's head as she continued to ride for the next hour. Once in a while, Opie started up a conversation with her and she participated in getting to know him more. Hell, even over the road of the bikes and the truck behind them, she managed to cement the idea of fucking with Opie. Yes, it was troublesome but he knew the score and she knew it as well. Once this week was up, there was little to no doubt he would not have to deal with her nor have those awkward conversations about whether the quick fuck was more than it was or even to deal with each other in Charming. Shah would be off in San Francisco and him in Charming to take care of his kids. "We are here!," she called out as she raised her hand in the air and waved it to and fro to give a signal to the driver to slow his the car down because the group was not entering into Indian Springs. Let the good times roll. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>04-04-2009, 04:23:41</strong>
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				Jax and Chibs had continued their banter along the ride, both experts in the art of being able to talk about absolutely nothing for an hour but still be entertained by it. That's an art form in itself. It's also helped by the fact both of them loved the joy of the open road, and more by the fact that of all the worries of a protection run, presicsely none had come true. No police, no raiders, not even a psycho trucker who was all smiling face and then had 3 dozen hooker's bodies in the back of the cab. Then again, Jax hadn't looked inside the cab... for all he knew there were 3 dozen hooker bodies piled up in the back. But that would involve Shah having not noticed it earlier, and Jax was fairly certain "pile of bodies" would be easy enough to pick up on. Think of the smell if nothing else.<br><br>He slowed his own pace as the truck began to lose speed, the end of the journey in sight. All in all, not that bad really, quite a pleasant ride, something they seemed to be doing less and less of. Every time they got on a bike it seemed it was to rush from one crises to another or merely as yet another form of transport, no different to riding the fucking bus. They had to keep their eyes open, but they had to do that anyway even when "off-duty". In the same way a Mongol who rolled near Charming would have to keep his fucking wits about him, if any of them rocked around Nevada too far from a safe-spot you needed to be alert, even if you just wanted to have a nice relaxing ride. Tension's were high... and were still bubbling. There had been no resolution and god knows how this was going to end. The Niners, the Mongols... two bunches of bastard's who wanted nothing more than to flay one of them alive, and nothing was really happening... which just made it worse. But, that was a thought for another day and another time. Right now he was waiting for Shah to keep the show going. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>04-04-2009, 04:47:54</strong>
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				Most people expected there to be crazy runs that involved murdering enemies and running away from cops but it was a rare thing and when it happened, it was planned out. SAFSOA rarely made attacks on other clubs because not only did it fuck up business but it took time where it could be spent on building up businesses and bringing in revenue for the club and for SAMCRO. However, when people fucked with money and other members then SAFSOA was out there to handle their shit. With this run, it went off without a hitch other than the fact the men were angry it was nowhere near Indian Hills or Vegas. Hell, she was angry as well but too much bitching could get back to Clay and screw her over. Better to put on a happy face and get her position before any word got back on her moaning and groaning because of one little run.<br><br>"We are here," she stated, looking at her iPhone to confirm the destination spot. The destination spot was on the other side of Indian Springs but then again the damn Indian Springs community was less people than maybe Charming which was small by comparison. Checking the address and then where the group would be, Shah was amused to see it was at some sort of dive bar. Not bad at all considering that she needed something to eat but checking her watch to see the time, she cursed beneath her breath. Three hours to spare and someone still needed to watch after the driver to make sure he did not drink himself into oblivion. The one she managed to even think could watch the driver without complaints was Jax because since he was not up to fucking any hookers then his ass was free to babysit without problem. This she let Jax know once she settled the bike near the side of the bar and shook out her head. From what she recalled on her iPhone, the hookers would be waiting for the group at the local motel in Indian Springs which she had a feeling was a dive motel as well but then again she bet Chibs and Opie could really give a fuck about the ambience of screwing a hooker. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>04-04-2009, 23:41:30</strong>
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				Jax settled his bike next to Shah's, careful to make sure they weren't easily visible from the road. The last thing they needed was a cop who hadn't got his brown paper bag or even scarier, one who had morals, rocking up and deciding to have a little look in or a group of their rivals riding by and seeing 4 SoA bikes all lined up and ready. You couldn't stop blind bad luck, but you could lower the odds. Stepping off his ride, he nodded as Shah explained that it was his job to look after the driver. Pretty expected really. Although it did raise the question, if he did decide to fuck a whore, who would have looked over the trucker? Shah? Couldn't see her being that happy with that. Ah well, that's the way it goes.<br><br>He nodded to the driver, giving him a slight "don't fuck around" glance before stretching, lighting up another smoke, glancing over to the bar where he guess he'd be holed up for the timespan. Like the diner earlier, it was a generic place for a generic town. No doubt it served a distinctly average cheeseburger with some distinctly average fries and a distinctly average beer... which he wouldn't be drinking. Could be worse. Just keep his eyes open and his mind clear.<br><br><strong>"So you guys eating here or just heading straight off for the pussy?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>05-04-2009, 01:28:30</strong>
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				Chibs looked ready to hop on his bike and head off to fuck the hooker arranged for him. Hell, he looked to be drooling and chomping at the bit. Made her wonder how long it had been since he last fucked a pussy. Two days? Twenty-four hours? Hell, she would be aching just as well. "I am going to be heading to see the hookers, you coming?," Chibs asked Opie and Shah. Shah looked to Opie to see if he wanted to use any of the hookers. He made his choice by nodding but it did not mean he was going to use the hooker to fuck him but another female body. He eyed Shah behind his shades and asked her if she was coming along. Shah had a choice, go with Opie now and get it over with or make him wait it out a bit while she loaded up on food to get her energy levels up. Shah wanted to be full of food in her stomach and burn off all of those calories on fucking Opie's brains out.<br><br>"Give me twenty minutes, tell the girls to settle themselves in and I need to get some food. Do you want me to bring you some?," she asked, pulling her shades down to look at Opie. While the whole exchange between herself and Opie was going on the driver wanted a bit of pussy as well. It seems everyone was getting some sex tonight other than the mop headed one. Hell, at least he was not the only one left out of this shindig. Opie gave a slight nod and knew that when it came to women, let them come to their minds especially one who was part of SoA and had capped him in the throat. Shah waved to the two men as they went off to the motel, looking to the pair of men who were not going to be joining in the fuck fest. "Going to get some grub, come on driver, buy you a shirley temple," she joked as she headed inside the bar to pick her something to eat. She was fine with ordering the food and taking it out to share with the men. Chibs might not be into eating food when he was about to have a red head sucking his cock but Opie might like something to keep him going with her.<br><br>"Why do I fall for the bad ones," the driver joked to Jax as he entered inside. Yes, Shah was a bad woman but a good woman to have around.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>05-04-2009, 02:42:21</strong>
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				Jax winked at Chibs and Opie as they left, slapping the pair on the back, his own grin matching theirs, before turning back to Shah's departing form as she wandered into the bar. He glanced over as the trucker spoke.<br><br><strong>"When was the last time you met a good girl?"<br><br>"Well, I guess there is that..."<br><br>"And I'd wipe the Cheetos bits from your beard as well..."</strong><br><br><strong>"Fuck..."</strong><br><br>Jax laughed as the trucker self-conciously began to wipe his face, before throwing his arm round his shoulder and walking him into the bar.<br><br><strong>"Don't worry about it my man, we'll get you some food and you'll be a fucking stud again in no time."</strong><br><br>Stepping into the dimly lit place Jax immediately directed the trucker to a table in the corner, sitting him down before glancing across to see where Shah was.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>05-04-2009, 02:57:31</strong>
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				Shah kept herself to the bar as she ordered a couple of cheeseburgers, fries and two milkshakes. She had not expected the bartender to actually have milkshakes on the greasy laminated menu but there it was and there she ordered for Opie and herself. Hell, he was going to need the energy from this food once she got him to work his fucking hips for all it was worth. Whatever was going to happen would stay here in Indian Springs and Jax could not really say it was affecting his psyche because she was not going to start spreading rumors or even wanting to use this as blackmail to get votes. What? She had conspiracy thoughts of the ways the SAMCRO members might try to roadblock her from becoming Sergeant. <br><br>"Thanks," she answered as she handed him the bills to cover her food and drinks while she waited for the order to be filled. Since it was only two bartenders and one dingy waitress, Shah was fine in being made to wait for her food. Besides, there was a jukebox near the corner table in the place. Not a bad thing to listen to some music to toil away the time. Right now her own iPod was running on low and once she headed back to the motel, she planned on charging her music player before screwing Opie's brains out. Music went well with fucking. Hell, she remembered fucking to Marvin Gaye's 'Lets Get It On' and even Meatloaf duet in Rocky Horror Picture Show. However, put on Barry White and off went her panties. What? Barry White was a good soul-singing man with a baritone voice to make any woman melt into a orgasmic puddle.<br><br>Now, she planned on fucking Opie's brains out. Yes, she was done with fucking playing the moral card with herself on whether or not she was going to fuck Opie until his ass was walking hobble legged the next day. No one was going to stop her from taking that man against the wall and letting herself fall into bed together. As she put a few coins into the jukebox and pressed a few buttons, the song of 'After Dark', Tito &amp; Tarantula song from the From Dusk Till Dawn soundtrack playing through the place.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>05-04-2009, 09:45:44</strong>
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				<strong>"So, what can I get ya to eat?"<br><br>"Err, some chicken wings I guess."<br><br>"Sauce?"<br><br>"Buffalo. Wait, wait... I'll get a Cajun dry rub if they got it..."<br><br>"And to drink?"<br><br>"Beer?"<br><br>"Yeah, have another go."<br><br>"Err... a Dr. Pepper?"<br><br>"Right answer."</strong><br><br>Jax turned from the trucker and made his way to the bar, close to whee Shah had been standing. He nodded as the opening notes of the song played out, nodding at the soft beat.<br><br><strong>"Good song babe."</strong><br><br>The other bartender made his way over, summoned by a nod of Jax's head.<br><br><strong>"Alright dude, can I get some wings with the Cajun dry rub, one of your steaks done rare, a Dr. Pepper and an orange juice. Thanks my man."</strong><br><br>Jax handed over the money needed, and turned his back to the bar, leaning onto it, eyes flicking out over the clientele on this not so fine establishment. Fairly empty as would be expected in a small town like this. Probably only got really busy when some of the airmen got let out of the base. Probably how this place survived, a whole week of sinking into the red before a sudden injection of young men flush with cash rolled in and put them firmly in the black.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>05-04-2009, 19:19:52</strong>
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				"Thanks, the movie was fine but the soundtrack, better," she answered as she looked at herself in the mirror behind the bar. Her face looked a bit better and the make up was doing its job of covering up the slight bruises. Shah doubted Opie would mind the bruises but it would make fucking him a bit easier if the two talked about the positions she could put her body in. With the bruise to her left side, she could lay on her right side while Opie took her from behind, to the side or in front of her. Hell, she was up for a bit of 69'ing but it all depended on Opie's own kinks and whether he was up for a list of positions that he might not have tried with his departed wife. <br><br>She had no clue what to tell Jax about her new decision. Since Opie and Jax were friends she already had it inh er head Opie would at least talk about what happened with Jax even if it was a few words. She doubted Opie and Jax ever kept things from one another but one could never tell with other chapter members. Chucky knew a lot about her and if he ever flipped on her, she had no doubt it was enough dirt to take her down with him. However, Chucky was loyal to the club and loyal to the friendship he had with her and plus she had no problem taking him out if need be. While she enjoyed their friendship if Chucky ever went talking about club business to the Feds, there was an unspoken silence that she would be the one to take him or anyone else who wanted to flap their gums out. It was heartless but it had to be done. <br><br>Shah did not have time to say her peace to Jax as she heard the bartender let her know that her order was coming up in another minute. This place might be empty of people but it was still working as if there were a bunch of rowdy airmen needing their food and drink on. She was going to tip the bartender for making sure her food was fast, rubbing her neck all the while. Tomorrow, she might ache in pain for a different reason but she was itching as hell to get to Opie and run his ass into the headboard for the next three hours. Once those three hours were doing and the shipment handed off, Shah would be set for the week in getting her cunt fucked raw. Humming to Tito &amp; Tarantula's song, she handed over an extra tip as she accepted her food. "Adios for now, Jax," she said over her shoulder.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>06-04-2009, 01:03:57</strong>
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				Jax thought he caughta half-glance from Shah, an almost quizical glance, like she was pondering something. It didn' take that long to work out what it was.<br><br>There were 3 girls going to the motel, and two men.<br><br>Shah had said she didn't want some pussy, but was still going along anyway.<br><br>Now, she could be going into a room, locking the door and doing some self-service...<br><br>But she'd picked up food for two...<br><br>And then there were the glances between her and Opie.<br><br>So yeah, he could guess what she was pondering.<br><br>And it didnt really matter.<br><br>For all the abuse he gave her, she was a hot little piece of ass, and no doubt fucked like a shedevil. Opie needed that, even if it was only for a one-night-stand. Hell, he'd congratulate Op later and hear the war stories. Neither was he particularly worried about her doing it as some form of vote grab. If that was the case she'd have gone for him... or if she was that desperate... Tig. And seeing as there seemed to be no chance in hell of that happening it seemed she just liked the guy... and wanted a fuck.<br><br>It also meant there'd be yet another whore for Chibs, which would make the bastard about as happy as could be.<br><br>He nodded his own farewell to Shah as she made her way out of the bar, waiting for his order before placing it down in front of the trucker, and settling himself in. As the trucker's thick fingers tore into the chicken wings, grease and oil immediatey spilling out into his beard, Jax momentarily wished he'd taken up the offer of a hooker before adjusting his body so he could glance out the window to the truck and settling in for a no doubt boring 3 hour wait.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>06-04-2009, 01:42:16</strong>
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				Settled on the loaner biker, Shah put her glasses and hat back on before settling the food in her book bag. It would keep for the quick five minute ride to the motel. The good thing about small towns, it was easy to get around without having to look up directions on her iPhone. Even as she revved up the bike and rode out onto the street that led up to the motel, she was fucking excited. There was even a smile upon her lips as she itched to wrap her legs around Opie's waist. Damn, she was that excited for sex.<br><br>Yes.<br><br>Fucking.<br><br>Excited.<br><br>Been a while since this bitch was fucked and now that she was going to get it with at least someone she could stand to be around with, nothing was going to stop her. Shah had food and drinks to tide them over for the next three hours. Chibs would be too fucking busy with three hookers and Opie and her, well, Opie would definately be on his back on a bed while she rode his ass into oblivion. She might have struck out on fucking a male escort but not so on Opie. He eyed her up and she eyed him right back to see if something in the bedroom could happen. <br><br>Jax. Well, Jax was going to be busy with handling the trucker. He had a chance to catch up conversation with the man who was also going to be jonesing for pussy. Too bad, not her fucking problem for the next three hours. Hell, with the way she acted looked as if she never been fucked in her whole life. It has been a few days people since she last fucked. A woman liked her usually needed to fuck or be fucked at least three times a week. Since three out of the four days of the week passed by she had yet to fuck someone. Now that she had Opie in her sights, well, she planned on throwing in three days of fucking into three hours in the motel. <br><br>"I am here," she said beneath her breath as she parked her bike next to Chibs and Opie. She did not have to guess where Opie was because the man was leaning against the doorway of his own motel watching her. Damn. He had to be aching for it just like her. Fucking beautiful. Hopping off of her bike, she walked towards Opie, the bag of food in her hands and a smile on her face. A few seconds later, the door was shut and the show was about to begin with the two of them. Fucking would happen in the room and nothing would stop her from achieving it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>06-04-2009, 02:23:20</strong>
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				The last hour and a half hadn't exactly been the most entertaining of Jax's life.<br><br>Let's start with the steak.<br><br>There as many different house rules on how to cook the perfect steak as there are cooks who have ever cooked one. Despite that Jax held there were normally a few keys tips on how to cook a good one.<br><br>1st: Season with salt and pepper (at least). Preferably an hour before, but anything's better than nothing...<br><br>2nd: The steak has to be room temperature before you cook it. Otherwise the outside will be overdone compared to the inside.<br><br>3rd: Oil the steak, not the grill.<br><br>4th: Especially for rare... cook on the highest heat you've got... locks in the juice and the flavour.<br><br>5th: Leave it to rest for around 10 minutes after you've cooked it.<br><br>Jax really doubted even a single one of these had occured. Well, he'd found a full unground peppercorn... so maybe they'd tried to season it. But, as may have become evident, this was not a culinary delight.<br><br>So, with the food not setting the world on fire, what about the conversation?<br><br>What about the conversation?<br><br>Outside of beer, bitches and football the trucker seemed to have a very limited world view. Listen, beer and bitches were two of Jax's favourite things in life, so he was't going to complain about that. But for two hours with someone he didn't know? That got tiring. Jax had given up on chain smoking to try to pass the time and was now working out how many knots there were on the table, when something caught his eye in the window outside.<br><br>Bikes, lots of bikes.<br><br>With bikers, lots of bikers.<br><br>With a big ol' patch on the back.<br><br>That certainly wan't the SoA patch.<br><br>Jax swore under his breath, told the trucker he needed to take a piss and went into the toilets. He'd got Shah's number on his phone from earlier and quickly rang, continuing to ring till she picked up.<br><br><strong>"We got trouble babe. Whole fucking army of Mongol's just rode into town straight past the bar. They didn't seem to see me, the bikes or pay attention to the truck, so I'm set for the moment, but if any of them pop in here I'm fucked, and if they roll past the side and the bike and put it with the truck, we're fucked. And there's not much else in this shit hole town, but this place, the casino and that fucking motel... so there's a 50/50 shot they're heading to you guys. You check whether the motel pays them protection or anything? Anyways, what's the call?"</strong><br><br>Now this was actually a test. Outside of the fact the didn't get to go to Indian Hills this run had gone perfectly, but Shah would have to actually be incompetant for anything to have gone wrong... which she obviously wasn't. But now? Outnumbered, outgunned, with the Vegas chapter a good 40 minutes ride away and not in home territory... that's more like it. Jax would step in if he thought Shah was going to do something that fucked over the Club... but outside of the most dramatic fuck-up, it was her chance to shine.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>06-04-2009, 03:10:24</strong>
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				The last hour and a half had exactly been the most fucking entertainment Shah had had in a long while. Alright, make it four days but still it was fucking fantastic. Shah's chest was heaving for the need to take in a lungful of air. Opie had given her what she wanted and had given it to her good. Opie was taking a drink of water from one of the water bottles he managed to buy when he put in a couple of coins into the motel's vending machine. He laughed as he eyed Shah fan herself with her hand before he tipped the bottle over neck and face to cool her with the water. Shah smirked and smacked his shoulder playfully before she got the look in her eyes Opie managed to decipher as her need to fuck his brains out.<br><br>Shah wrapped one leg around his waist as he started to thrust himself inside of her again. God, it was fucking beautiful as she opened herself to being rammed into the bed by his thrusting hips. Life could not get any fucking better. Well, it could but right now all she needed was to be given a few more orgasms. That was all she needed. Flipping Opie with a few legs moves onto his back, she straddled his lap and started to move her hips over his cock. She raised her hands above her heads as she rose her hips faster and harder against him. All that was messing up this moment was the sound of Kings of Leon on her cell phone informing her someone was trying to get her to pick up.<br><br>Someone was blowing the fuck out of her cell phone. Nothing but business and serious shit would usually get her phone to be ringing as if the world was going to fucking end. She jack-knifed off of the bed and snatched up her phone from the pile of clothes strewn about the room. Soon as she walked into the motel room, Opie tore the bags from her hands, removed her of her book bag and threw her back onto the bed. Usually she wanted something to eat beforehand but it seemed Opie was not taking any chances. He pressed himself on top of her and a few minutes later the clothes were off before he was searching for a condom to cover his cock. Shah managed to save him the need for a condom when she informed him of her being on the birth control pill. Even if the chance of a baby being born from this incident, she would be good enough to abort it and never let it get in her way.<br><br>All of her missed calls were from Jax. Shit, that was never a good thing especially since she left his ass not too long ago with the driver. Had the driver started to drink to his liver's discontent? Did the driver sneak off to find himself a hooker in Vegas? Anything was possible as she slid herself into her panties while she listened to Jax's frantic voicemail message. Opie watched her change and knew something was up if she was going to abruptly end their fuckfest. "Fuck," she muttered a few seconds later as she replayed the message while Shah shrugged herself into her jeans. When Opie saw that, he shucked his own jeans on and started to pound on the connecting door to Chibs' room. Chibs' could be heard telling Opie to fuck off but Opie only pounded harder on the door as Shah started to put her things together.<br><br>Mongols.<br><br>Motherfucking Mongols.<br><br>Not fucking good and not fucking right.<br><br>Clearly, the Mongols were in town for one thing or another. If what Jax was telling her was true, the Mongols would notice the bikes parked out in front of the motel and notice the SoA emblems blazoned on the bikes. Orders were given out to a dressed Opie to push the bikes as much as he could to the side of the motel. Good thing about Opie and Chibs, the men bought two rooms for a few hours at the end of the row of motels. The last two motels were settled down to a street which led off towards small residential houses. If the three of them could get themselves towards the street, there was a fucking good chance to circle around Indian Springs while the Mongols headed down this street and meet up with Jax away from the bar. <br><br>Quickly, she called back Jax as she headed out of the room, Opie in tow and Chibs stumbling out of his own room as he pulled his shirt back on. There were a few bite marks and even lipstick smudges on his face, neck and forehead. Seems Chibs put those three hookers to good work as she noticed the females sharing a cigarette between the three of them before the door closed behind Chibs. "Jax, I want you to take the driver and sneak him out the back of the bar. I know there is a exit door in that place, where else could the bartender and waitress go out for quick fuck. Take the driver out there and make sure the Mongols are nowhere near the bar before you get the driver to take the truck and yourself to Indian Hills. Call them to reschedule to their place because of the Mongols. If I am banking on it, the Mongols are here because of the exchangement and are thinking we took the package to the hotel. Stupid Mongols, they think we are going to be out here in the motel just playing with ourselves in wait," she answered, scoffing. She was right, the Mongols were going straight for the motel thinking SoA would want to do the trade off in a motel where everyone could be hidden behind the comfort of a motel door and talk shop.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>06-04-2009, 10:29:19</strong>
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				<strong>"Consider it done."</strong><br><br>Jax put his cell down, and quickly checked his pistol, pulling it from his pants, making sure it was loaded and ready to go, before placing it back. Pushing open the door swift steps carried him to the trucker, a slap on the shoulder turning into a grab to reinforce the point.<br><br><strong>"Time to go."<br><br>"But..."<br><br>"I said time to go."</strong><br><br>Perhaps it was the tight grip, perhaps it was the voice, perhaps it was the eyes of this man, but the trucker knew something was up. Before this biker had been fairly laid back and relaxed, but now there was a sense of danger, of deadly force about him. He looked an acted like he'd been in shit like this before... and the trucker wasn't going to fuck around. Quickly he jumped to his feet and directed by Jax's push walked up to the bar. Jax quickly summoned over a bartender, tempted by the bills Jax suddenly had in his hand.<br><br><strong>"You got a back door?"<br><br>"Err, yeah... just though the bar..."<br><br>"You never saw us right?"<br><br>"Saw who?"<br><br>"Good."</strong><br>The bills were left as a way to guarentee silence... at least in the short term... as Jax and the trucker made their way through the rudimentary kitchen, past a few startled staff before Jax pushed open the back door, a quick lean out to look around and again pushed the trucker out, directing him to the truck before jogging to his bike, jumping on and riding to the side of the truck which was only just firing up.<br><br><strong>"You know the way to Indian Hills?"<br><br>"Yeah... er... why are we leav..."<br><br>"I'll tell you later. Listen, I'm going to be riding close to you... you see anyone else on a bike, you let me know right."<br><br>"Er, yeah sure."<br><br>"Good one man. We get this right there's something in it for you. Now get."</strong><br><br>The last thing they needed was the trucker freaking if it became apparent there was a chance they were going to get turned over, and cold hard cash had a way on calming nervous minds. The truck left the lot, Jax sliding in right next to it, using the truck as a shield against most sets of prying eyes, calling Jury even as his eyes scanned the roads.<br><br><strong>"Jury... Jury listen man. There's fucking Mongols all over Indian Springs. Just seen at least a dozen ride into the middle of town and there could be others around. We're coming in to Indian Hills with the product, but we could end up coming in hot if this doesn't roll right... ... ... ... hour or two maybe, but if shit hits the fan could be longer... ... ... not right now... the groups split up so you wouldn't know where to send them and if the fuckers are watching some of the roads we'll need to take a long route... ... ... yeah, let Clay know... listen I got to go. See ya in the Hills brother."<br><br>"Bike dude."<br><br>"Shit, where?"<br><br>"Can just make out the glint in the sunshine... about 600m up, parked at the side. What are we going to do?"<br><br>"Fuck... listen, drive past him and then start slowing down, stop about 50 metres after him."<br><br>"Right..."</strong><br><br>Jax kept the bike tucked close to the truck on the inside of the road virtualy on the centre line. From here he hoped the biker sat at the side of the road wouldn't be able to see him. Then the question came as to what to do. He could simply ride past, relying on the bastard not seeing him. But then, if Shah managed to slip out, or even if the bastards got her, Opie and Chibs, they'd realise they didn't have the cargo... and immediately call the guy watching the road out if any trucks had come. Bang, there was this one on the road to Indian Hills... put two and two together... and suddenly that pack of inbreds would be all over them. No, had to do something.<br><br>The first part of the ruse appeared to work, the biker not doing anything as the truck rolled past, Jax careful to keep himself hidden. As the truck began to slow he opened up his engne, a tight turn round the front of the truck and with a roar began to accelerate towards the biker. The guy was sat astride his bike, the ride parralel to the road and too late caught the distinctive sound of the engine and glanced round to see the VP charging towards him. Jax hated doing this, hated doing it to his bike, but the look of sheer terror on the cunt's face almost made up for it. The guy tried to scramble off his bike, but it was too late, Jax's ride hitting the side of his, knocking it over, the guy's leg trapped under it as he sprawled to the ground. Jax's own bike skidded slightly from the impact but he bought it back under control, jumping off and rushing towards the trapped form. The last thing the prone biker could see was Jax's boot swinging as it connected with his jaw. Two more punches made sure the bastard wasn't getting up quickly before Jax dragged him from his bike. From his saddlebag a length of rope was pulled and the mans arms and feet tied. Using his hunting knife Jax cut a length from the man's own shirt, shoving it in his mouth and fashioning a rough gag which he tied. Quickly lifting the man h half dragged-half carried the man from the road, dumping him behind some bushes a good 20m back, grabbing his mobile... and his wallet, before returning to the bike, using his knife to cut and disable as much as he could before dragging that out of sight of the road as well, running back scuffing his feet over the tire-tracks leading away from the road. All in all the whole thing couldn't have taken more than 4 minutes, but that was still time they could ill afford to lose. Back on his bike Jax rode back towards the truck, gesticulating for the driver to hit the throttle and run for the hills... literally. A message sent to Shah, keep her informed.<br><br><strong>"Shah, they've got people watching the roads. The main one to Indian Hills is clear now, but they might have bastads around the side and back of town as well. Looks like they knew exactly what the fuck was going on and they put some planning into this. Keep your eyes open."</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>06-04-2009, 19:40:45</strong>
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				Hanging up with Jax, Shah went into flight or fight mode. There was no use in fighting a pack on Mongols when there was only four of them and it meant Shah had to use her mind instead of fists to get them out of this situation. With Jax, she had nothing to worry about for he had been in these type of situations like her own. However, there was the need to get the three civilian hookers out of the fray and maybe even use them to deter the mongols as best as they could with their tits and ass. How could any biker pass up on tits and ass especially after a long ride?<br><br>Shah held up a finger to give her a second but informed Opie and Chibs to ride out ahead of her. Quickly, Shah entered into Chibs room and ordered the ladies to dress and pretend the three were waiting on a group of Sons of Anarchy. Extra money Shah pulled out of her jeans helped to keep the ladies interested and opened to helping anyway they could especially the redheaded one. The redheaded one asked if Chibs would be rolling back into Vegas and to give her a call if he ever needed 'company'. Hmm, there was a pack of Mongols about to head down to the motel and this female wanted to get Chibs number. Shah informed the female she would let Chibs know about this and snapped her fingers for the ladies to dress faster. A good minute passed and this motel was a fifteen walk, ten minute ride here. Since getting the call, seven minutes passed by. "Alright, ladies, it was nice meeting you, stay outside and pretend you are waiting on a pack of us and you have a few more friends coming back. If anything happens, call your Madame and I will pay if something bad goes down. Also you might want to get out of the room now because it is going to get hot in here," she informed the hookers as she ran out of the room and headed into the second room rented out. <br><br>Time to make it happen. Time to put on a damn show for these people. Fast movements happened as she started to light the curtains, sheets and even the carpet on fire. Shah had managed to leave a small can of paint and with paint that had fumes to go around it helped to accelerate the fire. The Mongols need never to know about their arrival here at the motel. The one good thing about this was the ladies had checked out the rooms and could easily cover their asses and be given compensation for taking the rap. With this fire, it was what Shah needed to keep the Mongols off task as she watched the room started to smoke and billow with heat. Hopefully, the ladies would be smart enough to get the fuck out of the other room when the smoke started to get beneath the cracks of the attached door. Running out of the room, Shah hopped onto the loaner bike. Shah did not waste any fucking time in putting on the helmet as she put the helmet between her legs and headed out of the spot. She could hear the ladies screaming and pleading for someone to help take out the fire, all the while knowing they were helping out the Sons of Anarchy.<br><br>Fuck, what a worse time to be invaded by a pack of Mongols when she had been in the middle of fucking Opie. Nonetheless, she managed to get in a few orgasms and even showed him that he had a whole lot of stamina when he took her against the wall. Nonetheless, she needed to get her mind together and find a way to get under the Mongols radar. She removed her iPhone from her inner pocket and started to text directions while she drove. A dangerous thing to do but she was a multitasker and an idea popped into her head. Pressing *69 and 911 after that she called the local Indian Springs Police Department and Fire Department. While the Police Department consisted of only six officers, the Fire Department had the red truck and twelve men on hand in case any brush fire started or anyone was stupid enough to run a meth lab out in Indian Springs or around the town of Springs. In Nevada, fire stations were a must to keep a house from being engulfed and the wind from the desert take over other houses in the area. <br><br>"Yes, I would like to report a fire at the Sweeney Love Motel, I smelled some smoke and I think one of the people knocked out the owner, please, there is too much fire," she said in the best hurried and rushed voice she could manage. The Fire Department was a good three minutes from the motel and would collide or arrive after the Mongols. If the Mongols were dumb enough, they would try to investigate what was going on in the room and maybe one of the idiots would pick up the can of paint wondering what had happened thus putting their fingerprints on the can. Shah was smart enough to wipe her fingerprints off of the paint and use gloves while she committed arson. Might not go over well with the motel owner but she would send him some anonymous money to pay for the damage unless he had a wicked insurance plan than he would be just fine. <br><br>Shah managed to catch up to Opie and Chibs who were idling near the street to take them away from the motel. In the distance, she could hear the roar of the Mongols and the tell tale screams of the hookers pretending a friend was stuck in the room where the fire was blazing. Such good hooker to be helping out the Sons. "Not a bad fucking way to keep their attention on," Chibs muttered as he shook his head. It was a bold move to say the least but it seemed to work as the three squinted their eyes and noticed one of the Mongols heading towards the room on fire. Such idiots. The three started to head off on the trail as she managed to get the call from Clay himself. Fuck, never a good thing to hear the President of SAMCRO found out in a matter of minutes of this shit. Without hesistation she took the call and waited for him to tear into her ass. She was ready for it and continued to ride with one hand to her ear and another manuevering the bike through the neighborhood of the streets of Indian Springs. <br><br>"What the fuck is going on?"<br><br>"Got it handled, Clay. No one has gotten caught by the Mongols and the Mongols are too busy putting out a fire."<br><br>"Do I want to fucking know?"<br><br>"Not really. The package is still in our hands and Jax gave the call to Jury about the change of plans."<br><br>"I got the call from Jury about it. Better fucking fix this shit and make sure that package does not leave your sight."<br><br>"Yes, Sir."<br><br>"Sir? Making me feel like an old man."<br><br>"Have it handled and we will be in Indian Hills, the chapter knows about it and will meet up with them there. I have to go, need to ride out faster."<br><br>"Better make sure none of my guys are injured or fucked over."<br><br>"Never, Clay. Adios."<br><br>Fuck, that was an awkward conversation. Seems word could get really fast around here even if Clay was a good four hours away from where the group was, he was never too far behind on news. Nonetheless, the message from Jax helped to get things cleared out and her adrenaline back to full throttle. No matter if the main road to Indians was clear now, the three had to think as if every place was riding with Mongols. Eyes open and ears ready to hear anything suspicious or out of place, the group continued on until they made it to the main road where Jax had cleared it as safe to go through. Before heading off the road, Shah put down spiked tacks across several lines of the road, left to right and even a few a few few behind and in front of the first road. Three rows in all and it would work to deter the Mongols from getting further if anyone thought to come after them. <br><br>"Time to go," she said beneath her breath as she finished the last row and hid as much as she could with sand but she heard once more the sound of a fire engine truck and the roars of engines. The Mongols figured out what was going on and were heading down this road. Revving up her bike, Opie and Chibs knew it was time to get the fuck out of Indian Springs. Helmet back on her head, Shah called back Jax and raced down the road with the two men boxing her in. "Jax, get the driver as far as you can away from Indian Springs. The Mongols have caught on but I left them a little surprise on the road. Call up Jury and tell him to get his men ready to shoot and ask questions never if Mongols manage to ride with us into their town. Not likely but get them ready for it." Off the phone went as she took a chance to glance over her shoulder and let out a whoop of laughter. The first nine men who were in formation of three behind one another were taken out by the tacks, leaving maybe four to five of the Mongols left to ride after them. It was a fucking beautiful day today, now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>07-04-2009, 19:09:38</strong>
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				Jax nodded as he listened to the message, tightening his grip on the accelerator as his bike sped upwards towards its top speed, the other gesticulating for the driver to hit the gas. There as a risk/reward factor to consider here when deciding how quickly to run. Hitting the throttle and rocketing to top speed was tempting, but came with a host of issues. Even ignoring the obvious "speed kills", there's the fact you went down some road doing 120 and some pig jumped out of a side road and tried to haul you down there were real issues... especially as he didn't know what was in the truck. Going like an OAP who was early for bingo wasn't exactly perfect either... sure you'd get a smile and a wave from those donut eat motherfuckers, but those bastards behind him wern't going to be all hugs and kisses if they caught him. So Jax hit a happy compromise. Hell, he kinda had to hit a happy compromise... he doubted the truck could beat the speed limit if it tried. And by the nervous look on the driver's face and the white sheen that hung over him he was trying very hard.<br><br>A quick glance back showed an empty road, but worryingly a slight red on the horizon and some smoke drifting into the sky. It didn't put a genius to put two and two together. The motel. It was too soon for the bastards to have got there and fired it... and it made no fucking sense for them to. Which left an accident and Shah. Guess which? Risk/reward again. The rewards were simple. The mongols were going to arrive and not have a fucking clue was going on. Destroy most of the evidence they were there double check. And it drew in law enforcement that should hold the fuckers up.<br><br>Draw in law enforcement.<br><br>Yeah.<br><br>Jax wasn't worried too much about whatever shitty sheriff there was in Springs. Worst came to worst, they could pay his ass off. But Cheech airforce base was fuck all distance away. Some airman banging a whore back there when the place is fired, gets fucking burnt out? They sick whatever the fuck their military police were called on you. And that was some serious fucking heat they didn't need. They'd be like the feds... once they got their claws in they didn't fucking leave. Jax had watched NCIS... if the air force fuckers were anything like them they'd fucking nail them. Jax would fucking nail some of the girls from that show, but that was a show... this was fucking reality. And even without the fucking flyboys getting involved, a motel burning down after two different groups of bikers roll in? That would get fucking ATF's attention again. Jax doubted any of the fuckers in the town wouldn't squeel and say they were there if the feds stepped on them. Barmen, waitresses, hookers and motel owners, even with their palms greased weren't known for their loyalty.<br><br>But fuck, it could still turn out right.<br><br>As long as nothing too serious happened on the road.<br><br>So Jax revved the throttle and kept on riding towards Indian Hills. The call to Jury had already gone in, the fact they may be riding in hot had been said, and Jury had an outlaw head on his shoulders, even when he was going straight..
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>07-04-2009, 19:59:56</strong>
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				While others might worry about Shah burning down the motel with other people in it, there was no worry on Shah's face. Why do you think Shah has no fear of murdering people in a fire-blazed motel? One reason was because only Opie and Chibs were the motel's customers and had signed the motel log book with aliases. Good job the two had thought even going so far as paying a lot more than the hourly rate to keep the motel owner from identifying their features to anyone who asked around for the Sons of Anarchy. Nothing could be sure but the owner's own place was one the opposite side of the room she torched and would gladly send the man an anonymous check for his troubles. She even bet he needed a way out of the dump of a motel and collect on the insurance policy on it. Shah was giving him a break. <br><br>Shah glided down the highway on the bike, grateful for the fact that no bullets had been shot or knives sliced across human skin. While she enjoyed being able to fight and throw a few punches, when it came down to it, she was fine if a day was without brawls or bloodshed. When she could go around San Francisco on her bike and enjoy the scenery, fuck that was beautiful. Right now, she could do without any fighting especially with the need to take this package to Indian Hills and make sure it did not leave her hands. Jax would be looking after it while he got the driver and his ass out of Indian Springs. Sooner, the package was in the chapter of the Hill's hands, the better. <br><br>Opie called out what she had done back in Indian Springs while Chibs wondered if the redheaded hooker had made it out all right. Just like Opie to find out exactly what the woman who he had fucked for the last hour and half could be up to if she put her mind to it. Even made Shah wondered if Opie knew the lengths she could go to for the club. All for the club and nothing for Jax came back up in her thoughts as she smiled at Opie. "The sheets were not to be liking and it made the pyromaniac side of me come out," she teased, giving him a cheeky smile before putting her eyes back onto the road. It was a lie. There was no pyromaniac bone in her body but she would be one if it meant clearing out their presence in the motel or in Indian Springs. The Mongols would be hard pressed to want to continue their raid on the club with nine of their bikes out of commission and even one of their members missing from the line of action. Still, there was always surprises that could be placed out on the destiny card table. <br><br>Destiny card table you say? Yes, destiny card table. Shah might have fucked Opie but who knew if there was something else behind the motive to fuck his brains out. Nah, she just wanted to fuck something before she started to hump air if it could get her off. While the sex had been out of this fucking world, no harm would come to Opie from her. Shah was no fatal attraction and really was up for a one night stand. Problem was having to keep the fact that she fucked Opie from reaching Tig's ear. She bet he would have a field day with this information but she doubted the three men to start flapping their gums about how Opie had fucked Shah's cunt for a good ninety minutes. Even now, she felt the tell-tale sign of being throughly fucked between her legs. She was going to be walking funny for a few hours until she put a bag of ice against her mound.<br><br>Still, ninety minutes was better than nothing now that she rode the next forty minutes to Indian Hills. No cops pulled them over since the three kept to the speed limit and gave them a solitarity wave to their job before catching up to Jax a good twenty minutes later. As far as she saw, no sign of Mongols coming after them but it did not mean some were calling up reinforcements to meet up with them in the Hills. One always had to be prepared for shit like this. Even shit she wished she never had to step in when it came to getting in the way of a perfect drop. "How are things with the driver? Better not be thinking of turning to the cops or getting away from us," she called out to Jax as she pushed her sunglasses onto her face and leaned back on her bike as she moved to settle herself next to him to talk.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>09-04-2009, 14:06:56</strong>
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				<strong>"He's ok. Bit freaked, but he's good. And he knows not to rat."</strong><br><br>The ride had been tense but uneventful, Jax keeping an eye out, that wonderful adrenaline boost as fight or flight kicked in, as that sense of danger rose, as blood pumped to the muscles, as senses heightened, as you felt more alive. It had ramped up again when he saw bikes following and while there was undoubtedly a sense of relief when he saw it was Shah, Opie and Chibs there was a vague disappointment as well, the growl of the evolutionary defence mechanisms as they realised they would not be used right now, a winding down.<br><br><strong>"How far behind you are the fuck-ups?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>09-04-2009, 17:34:18</strong>
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				Shah nodded and knew the driver would be fine though with how things are, the driver might even ask to keep a shotgun in his cab to fend off anymore outside interferences. Hell, she would not be surprised if he already kept a loaded sawed off shotgun strapped to the wall behind him. There were more and more reports of trucks being broken into and their merchandise wiped clean. With this product, Shah needed to make sure no one stole on her watch. No one. Whoever fucked with Shah, fucked with a female who could easily turn into a banshee and start wailing on everyone in her path.<br><br>A smile appeared on her lips as he asked about the fuck-up's, the fuck up's being the Mongols. "Left them to put out a fire and more than enough tacks to take out a good eighty percent of their bikes. Sorry you were not able to take out more than the one," she commented, nodding towards the scratch on his bike, guessing it came from slamming into a body or against the ground. Always a hard decision to make when it came to either using one's bike to defend or take out another or bear one's knuckles for the pain to arrive. The only arrival that was coming was the sign informing the five that Indian Hills was a good ten miles away. Perfect, just ten to fifteen more minutes and the group was in the clear. However, if something goes back, another must go to hell in a handbasket.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>10-04-2009, 20:15:49</strong>
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				<strong>"One was fun enough. The tacks clear of the road?"</strong><br><br>The last part was the important question. Spreading tacks on the road was a well-known, well-used and fucking effective tactic. It was all good. But tacks didn't choose who's wheels they popped. So it was all good until the soccermom drove by with a car full of kids, had their tires shredded and went straight into a tree/sign/lampost (delete as appropriate). Which certainly wasn't all good. And while Jax didn't want to harp on about it... there was a fucking airforce base right there. The motel may have been clear, but some flyboys drove down the road and got a tire fucked up? Cheech base housed some of the fucking training regime for the Airforce's policemen. They'd use it as a god-damn training exercise. And the Airforce version of pigs? Not as simple to buy off.<br><br>Whatever.<br><br>Indian Hills wasn't far, and whatever the circumstances, that was always a good visit. Even if entirely buisness it would good to see Jury again, check in on how the group was adapting from being the plain old Devil's Tribe, bouncers and pimps (positive pimps though...) to full on outlaws. See how many had stuck around now the heat was starting to come down. And fuck, Chibs and Opie could continue what they'd started with the hookers back in Springs if it quietened down... Jury was always accomadating.<br><br>Because, there wasn't a chance they'd fucked anyone other than a hooker now was there?<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>10-04-2009, 22:24:09</strong>
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				"Yes, cleared off and most if not all will be in the tires of the Mongols," she answered knowing the risk of leaving all of those tacks out there on the road for any other civilian to run through. She knew the factors if she left them out all over the place for people to take and run themselves into a ditch or crash when the car was riding only on the rims. She glanced back towards the road which would lead back to Indian Springs and smiled. The Mongols would have skidded out and thus pushed the extra tacks into the ditch or the dirt. No one was stupid enough to go off the road and get themselves into trouble. She was safe to say that everything was good though she hated to hear Jax questioning her ideas to get the Mongols off of her tail. Made it sound as if she was incompetent and in no way able to handle stress when it came about. Nonetheless, she let it slide and continued on her run with the group.<br><br>Shah hummed beneath her breath, unable to put her iPod earbuds in her ear to drown out Chibs comments on how he had been fucking three hookers at he same time. Even now he wished he had gone an extra round but it would have meant pulling out and getting away from the motel before the Mongols took over. He called out to know if Shah could somehow give him the number of the redhead who had given him the best blowjob, at least in the state of Nevada. Shah laughed and shook her head in amusement for it seemed both Chibs and the redheaded bonnie lass were in agreement to see one another again. Even if it was to fuck their brains out, at least, Chibs was going to be entertained to have a woman want him and not because he was a SoA member.<br><br>Here we are.<br><br>Yes, here we are in Indian Springs and there was Mongols waiting for the SoA from Charming and SoA from Indian Hills. There were beautiful weapons shone in the native sun for the world to see as they were waiting for the SoA from Charming a few blocks from the clubhouse. What? Nothing was ever easy nor would it be for this whole shebang. If one thing goes wrong, well, Fate has a way to make sure anything could go wrong in this whole day. No one can stop Fate though it is nice to see someone fight against it and get bitch slapped in the end.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>10-04-2009, 23:32:34</strong>
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				<strong>"Good to hear."</strong><br><br>Was Jax questioning her competance? Yeah, he probably was. It wouldn't be the first time that something that seemed a brilliant idea at the time came back to bite them in the ass later on. Hell, he rode with SAMCRO... they'd made a habit out of short term benifits at a long term detriment or risk. Tig fucking those Mexican workers who ended up toasted in the fire... fuck the whole fuck up with giving guns to the Mayans. Hell, their personal lives had enough short term benifit long term fuck-ups to fill in a Greek tragedy. Clay fucking Cherry to get back at prospect... Kyle thinking he'd escaped by running from the Sons... fuck, just look at Jax and all the shit he put himself in.<br><br>So yeah, questioning competance was something he was good at... he was used to.<br><br>And, at the end of the day, that's what this whole week was about. Checking whether Shah was competant to be a Sergeant at Arms was the whole reason she had been brought from the busy streets of San Fran to the less busy dusty roads of Charming. So, yeah, Jax was questioning his competance. It was his job to question her competance. And, more than that... she got to ride away at the end of the week... Jax didn't. While what happened to SAMCRO filtered down the rest of the Sons... if she had left tacks indescriminatirily and they'd speared some poor bastards straight off the road, it was on the Original Charter the shit would fall first... and hardest.<br><br>So let's turn the phrase. He wasn't questioning her competance... he was checking she hadn't made a mistake.<br><br>Chibs comments seemed to stick in his mind though. At first he'd kinda blocked them out... the half-listening smile on the face that often appeared when men who were older than 14 bragged about their sexual exploits. But then the word "three" popped up and Jax did a mental double take. So if Chibs was banging three hookers, Opie must have turned his down. Perhaps he still felt a bit wierd banging other girls... but it had been an age... and Jax had chatted to him about fucking and Op seemed cool with it... fuck, he seemed to remember Opie picking up a Crow-eater at one party they'd had.<br><br>So if he still wanted to have sex, but didn't bang a hooker, who did he fuc...<br><br><em>Oh...<br><br>Oh?<br><br>Oh!</em><br><br>Further thoughts on the issue were curtailed for the moment as Mayans appeared in front of them, armed and dangerous. The fuckups were getting brave, pulling shit quite so close to the fucking Clubhouse. More fool them. Getting hit from both sides was not going to be a pleasant experience. One hand was on his piece, the other on his phone, ready to dial Jury if called to. This was still Shah's show afterall, wasn't it. He cocked his head to her, waiting for the order.<br><br>What's the over/under on it being some variation of "charge"?
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>11-04-2009, 04:27:38</strong>
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				Right now, if there was no problem with the Mayans, she would have clocked Jax upside the head because he was starting to piss her off once more. Enough to make her mask fall off and show him she knew what she was doing with the tactics to get the Mayans off of their asses. If she was not made for this job, she would have said so herself but she was here having stopped her time with Opie to help out. Hell, if she was some crow-eater she would have hauled ass out of the room and went straight fora good hiding spot. Instead, she was here for the club and to grab her shot at being Sergeant at Arms. What the hell made up his life he could not let up for even a bit? Sure, there were Mayans out to get them but there were other times he had to piss her off. Did have a grand urge to piss off her or even to tick off a list of things to do to her? <br><br>Let us see:<br><br>Insinuate a woman could not do a man's job-Check<br>Piss her off enough to want to walk away in San Fran-Check<br>Stopping her from showing Tig not to act like an asshole-Check<br>Engaging her into a semi-trust with him-Check<br>Get her to be tortured and mentally raped by the SoA members-Check<br>Not even apologize for the torture-Check<br>Insult her prowess in the bedroom-Check<br><br>A long list was coming up just for Jax. Shah only wished she had done a whole lot fucking more to his bedroom but the pink paint would have to suffice especially if he thought he would have a comfortable room when he made it through this fucking trip. Hell, she could even see him walking in, throwing his jacket to the side and not even wondering about a few things until he fell back onto the bed. Once he was on the bed, she bet he would get a mouthful of paint and start swearing up and down like a fucking sailor who was without a dirty whore to fuck. Such a fucking beautiful thing to think about as she continued down the road. However, her fantasies went to fucking hell in a shitty handbasket to see someone she had no time to notice for now. <br><br>Mayans.<br><br>Cock-sucking, women-beating, machismo-pissing, narcocorrido-listening, snakeboot-wearing, short as fuck and quick in the bedroom Spics were waiting for them three blocks up ahead. Shah held up her hand to inform the driver to put the brakes on his load. While she may be Spanish, she had everything against the stereotypical Latin American who beat the crap out of his wife and thought he was the baddest motherfucker at a mere height of only five feet and three inches. Those were the types of Latin men she loathed without a shadow of a doubt and more so the Mayans for the group continued to keep women down on their hands and knees and never let them up. Hell, she came across one of the Mayan's ex old lady who looked as if she went several rounds in the boxing ring with Mike Tyson but it had only been her Mayan boyfriend who had beaten the fuck out of her for not wanting to prostitute to support his cocaine habit. Even now she wanted to charge at the Mayans but she knew better than to try that stupid idea. <br><br>Her eyes managed to catch where was Marcus Alvarez by the way he stood in the front with a sawed off shot gun and a knife in his other hand. On Shah, she had her weapons and the piece Bobby loaned to her. Nevertheless, it would not be enough against to the twenty men Alvarez brought along and she doubted the driver would fight for the SoA but would run off to find a place to hide and get out of the crossfire. Hell, if she was in his position, Shah would have done the same thing but cowardliness was not in her dictionary. For Shah, she was fucked for if Alvarez took the package or even got one of the men, it would be done. Nonetheless she was hopeful but she informed Jax to make a quick fucking call to Jury. Jury had to have informants noticing the Mayans surrounding the entrance to Indian Hills. <br><br>Well guess what? <br><br>Jury knew the Mayans were at the entrance and was conveniently setting up his own shooting squad up on the roofs and trailer homes of the residents' houses. "Jax, you and I are going to have to ride out to see Alvarez because he sure as hell is going to have to watch himself around you. He might not know who the fuck I am but Jax, son of Clay, that is going to get his place torched but I don't want to go in until we get Jury's take on this shit," she explained, looking over to him as she opened her book bag to grab her pieces. Opie and Chib did the same thing by pretending to pat themselves down in order to search for a packet of cigarette's. The driver looked itchy as hell but he waited to see what was the call but looked at the butt of his gun from the corner of his fucking eyeball. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>13-04-2009, 22:54:54</strong>
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				Jax nodded once more to Shah, before putting in another call to the grizzled vet overlooking the whole damn scene.<br><br><strong>"What's your call Jury?"<br><br>"Got the place covered, but if we need to throw down it'll get messy. Not sure how many from either of us will walk away."<br><br>"You guys ok?"<br><br>"Yeah, we'll be fucking sweet... it's you poor bastard's who'll get the shit blown out of you. What's your call?"<br><br>"Not mine to make brother. Testing out SOASF's prospective Sergeant at Arms. She's running the show."<br><br>"Shit, what a welcome. She doing ok?"</strong><br><br>Jax glanced over at Shah while still talking, a slight smil before looking back. Now there was that risk of danger, that risk of violence he almost seemed to relax into the role, his demeanor lighter, despite his reputation for snapping.<br><br><strong>"Yeah, she's pretty fucking tough. Hasn't fucked up yet."<br><br>"Now's not a time to start."<br><br>"Too fucking right. I'm too pretty to die."<br><br>"And I'm too old for this shit."<br><br>"You said that about fucking..."<br><br>"Fuck off. So, what is the call then?"<br><br>"Plan is we walk up and talk with Alvarez, check what his fucking deal is. From there, fuck knows. You got us covered for that?"<br><br>"Yeah brother, you're covered."<br><br>"Good to hear it."</strong><br><br>With a quick click the call was ended, and Jax looked back towards Shah again.<br><br><strong>"Jury's got us covered for now, but if bullets starts to fly, we're in the shit. Thos fuckers are going to shoot at us first and half ofthe bastards won't even see Jury's boys. But he should be able to put a bullet in Alvarez if he tries any stupid tricks. Although we've also got to find a way to stop him just shooting us as we ride up..."</strong><br><br>He didn't even make the pretense of going for a smoke... he got his cigs out with one hand, lit one and inhaled, while pulling his pistol out with the other. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>14-04-2009, 00:22:06</strong>
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				As Jax started talking to Jury, Shah began to look at every Mayan brought to Indian Hills. If she remembered correctly a good ten rolled into the motel and highway and from the count, twenty were in front of her. Hmm, make it dirty and add another five in case those fuckers were lurking about in the cacti. One thing she hated was bastards hiding out in tight corners to try and take pot shots at them. If those assholes wanted a piece of her then take it while she stared down at them with her weapons. <br><br>Now was not the time to start shit especially when it was four of them in the front and the rest in the back. Even if Jury's men were able to take out a few of them, the Mayans' guns would be pointed at their chests thus ruining the groups survival. Instead, Shah had to deal with this through some sort of truce or even repayment and she knew after having fucked up a few of their bikes, they might ask to be paid in full. Hell, right now her cashflow was tied up but if she had to, she would do so to get these assholes off of her ass and away from the shipment.<br><br>"We are going to have to meet with Alvarez peacefully and before that we are going to somehow get him on the phone," she explained as she looked over to Jax to see whether or not he might have a clue what the man's number could possibly be. To try and get Alvarez's attention, she made the motion of pointing to Alvarez and then making a phone call with her hand pressed to her ear before at least pointing to Jax. Hopefully the asshole would get what she was trying to tell him and somehow have his cell phone on him and maybe even Jax's number. From what she heard, SAMCRO had the unfortunate task of dealing with the Mayans once or twice. Hell, Shah even heard Clay asked for the life of Alvarez's only son to try and clean the slot between the Mayans and SAMCRO. From what she got Smiley had committed the murder and tattooed himself with another fucking smiley face afterwards. She wondered what Alvarez might ask of the club to repay for the destruction Shah managed to bring to his club in the last hour.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>14-04-2009, 18:33:56</strong>
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				<strong>"Fucked if I have that fuck's number. Last time we needed to chat to that bastard wegot Unser to arrest his ass. All of us are pretty fucking hesitant about handing out mobile numbers to other bastards... with tech these days and a kid like Juice on it, it's easy to find someone ass if a phone's on. Don't understand a bit of it, but that's the way it works... and I'd guess that fucking dickhead over there is pretty much the same. We want to communicate with him, weput the word out, someone tells him and it gets sorted out. Same with us and the Niner's. Dalby... well, we just roll up and scare the fuck out of his ass."</strong><br><br>Jax inhaled again, blowing the smoke up in the air, watching it drift and disperse in the wind before looking back down at the line of chrome steel and mustaches that faced them. There was an odd silence in the air, considering the machines they all rode, but generally silence came before any release of tension. But it also gave Jax an idea. He had a decent set of lungs on him when needed. Clasping his hands round his mouth, he yelled.<br><br><strong>"HEY ALVAREZ! LET'S TALK."</strong><br><br>The faint response could just about be heard over the wind.<br><br><strong><span style="font-size: 0.7em;" class="bbc_size">"YOU ON JAX. BRING ONE OF YOUR BOYS WITH YOU AND WE CHAT IN THE CENTRE"</span></strong><br><br>Jax smiled before glancing to Shah.<br><br><strong>"Looks like we got his attention. You boys got our backs?"</strong><br><br>Opie and Chibs both nodded, hands still on their weapons. Over the distance they wouldn't exactly be crack shots, but the fear of bullets was good enough to get some of the bastards opposite to keep it in their pants.<br><br><strong>"Shah, if we chat, can I do the talking? The calls are all yours, but Alvarez makes Tig look like a metrosexual modern man. He'll take it as a pretty fucking serious insult if he thinks we got a "bruja" or "cabrona" chatting to him for us."</strong><br><br>Jax's horrible gift for accents was back as he spoke out the Spainish words.<br><br><strong>"He'll probably still tell you to suck his dick a few dozen times and offer to fuck you senseless a whole fucking lot, but at least he'll talk."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>15-04-2009, 06:22:56</strong>
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				Actually, Unser was not a bad looking guero. Hell, Shah would fuck anything, well, most of the time but if Unser just shut his mouth and went to work with his tongue than she had no fucking problem with sucking his cock. Yes, it might make her a whore but hell in San Francisco everyone would be fucking anyone with the exception of true blood. Well, maybe there was some incest going on but not on her part. Whatever someone was into was on them but if she ever found out she slept with a blood relative, she would get a gun and shoot herself for the embarrassment. Hell, she bet she might have done so in her task to fuck as many people living in San Francisco. Alright, time for a change of subject and it was hearing Jax calling out to meet with Alvarez.<br><br>There we go.<br><br>Much better to think of that than of possibly having an incestuous one night stand with a relative. <br><br>Alrighty, back to the fucking task at hand, please. <br><br>"I am not anyone's 'bruja' or 'cabrona' pinche idioto (fucking idiot)," she answered to him in Spanish not about to let him think she had no clue what those words were about. She learned her Spanish from high school courses and having Chucky to teach her the rest of what was needed in the Latino community in San Francisco helped her a whole fucking lot. Not enough to talk politics or what should happen with the Mexican government but enough to get her by especially with Alvarez. The man would never know just how much she disliked his kind even if she was part of their world because of her mother. Sometimes it made her hate herself for it but then again if she knew her mother, she might have been able to put down to rest her questions about her parents. <br><br>She glanced over Jax wondering what might happen if Alvarez started to insult him in Spanish or even to try and get away with asking Jax if Shah was his bitch. Hell, she could pretend he was his bitch to further get the Mayans off of their asses so long as Jax did not try to put his hands in places no one should touch without permission. "I cannot wait to see Alvarez try to serenade me in Spanish and surprise him with one of my own," she muttered as she got off of her bike and fixed her jacket. She put her weapons away but only put them back in her book bag. and in the waistband of her jeans. If Alvarez got any funny business by shooting her or Jax, he was going to end up with a bullet either in his forehead or his crotch. Either way, she was going to make him bleed if he tried to fuck them over. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>16-04-2009, 22:28:41</strong>
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				<strong>"Alvarez trying to serenade anyone... now that would be a fucking sight."</strong><br><br>Jax chuckled as he clambered off his bike. The pistol was placed back down inside his pants, the helmet taken off and hung over the bars, hands placed in his pockets palms down as he began the wander towards the centre. It was a habit he'd picked up in his late teens and for a while all the cool kids had been doing it. They'd moved on, but Jax never quite had.<br><br><strong>"Let's get this shit-show going then"</strong><br><br>Alvarez had also made his way to the centre, the midpoint between the two groups. Jax couldn't make out who his second was. Of course, normally it would havebe his son... but then we all knew the story there. Probably best not to bring that up unless Jax really wanted to start a fight. Regardless the second was big, facially scarred and about as attractive as vomit that had been left to fester for 3 days. So pretty much the exact opposite of Shah then. New Sergeant at Arms? Jax hadn't really paid attention to the power structure within the Mayans for a while. Until recent events where the bastards had tryed to fist fuck them without lube, buying them dinner or even offering a reach around, SAMCRO itself and the Mayan's hadn't been at each other's throats quite so tightly. Sure, there were issues and there was tension, but it Las Vegas that had to take the brunt of the shit.<br><br>But, as they say, burning down two warehouses, organising a hit on one leader... and the other having to stand there and let his Son be killed... participating in his death... that'll change things.<br><br>Alvarez had his arms crossed, a sneer on his face and spat the ground loudly as the pair approached. There was a slight look of... well... not quite confusion, but almost surprise as he noticed that it wasn't Chibs or Opie who had come over with Jax but a girl. A pretty fucking attractive girl who looked like she had some Latino in her herself.<br><br>You can insert the joke you know's coming right here.<br><br>For all his machismo though, Alvarez was that little bit older, that little bit wiser and that little bit more business minded. He wasn’t going to suddenly turn into some sweet romantic gentlemen, and he certainly wouldn’t object to her bouncing up and down on his cock, but he wasn’t going to go gaga or let her distract him.<br><br>Which is more than could be said about his second who was already undressing her with her eyes, wondering why the hell she was with that blonde bitch Jax, visibly preening and wondering what it would be like for her to be screaming her pleasure to the stars as he fucked her like the bitch she obviously was.<br><br>He was far more likely to find out by asking Opie then he was through first hand experience.<br><br>And Opie would probably shoot him on sight…<br><br>Jax had his own grin on his face. It wasn’t the cheeky grin he sometimes flashed, the one that took the years off his face, hid away the violence and the rage that lingered under the surface, the one that had charmed his way between the legs of seemingly the vast majority of the women of Charming. No, this grin had some arrogance to it, a cockyness. This was the grin when he wasn’t just Jax Teller. This was the grin when he was the Vice President of SAMCRO and he was about to go to business.<br><br><strong>“Alvarez. What’s the story?”</strong><br><br>His tone was friendly… but obviously faked, sarcasm dripping from it. Nothing else was really expected.<br><br><strong>“You’re a long way from Charming Jax.”</strong><br><br>Jax glanced over his shoulder, as if he was checking… yes… yes… he wasn’t in Charming.<br><br><strong>“You’re right there Alvarez. I am a long way from Charming. But, I’m right here in Indian Hills. And this is a Sons of Anarchy town.”</strong><br><br><strong>“Just gringo. Just. And you’ve come from a town that’s ours.”<br><br>“Springs? Springs is barely a town to begin with. I heard some of your boys were there. Went for the day spa, but got caught up in some motel fire.”<br><br>“Yeah, you’d know about that. And the fact some of them had a little accident on the road out of there.”<br><br>“Should learn to ride better then dude.”<br><br>“Fuck that, you owe me.”</strong><br><br>Jax’s voice took on a slightly more serious tone at the last comment.<br><br><strong>“Owe you? Your boys were in Springs for one reason… to grab the truck we were riding with. Now, you tried, and you got fucked up. Brush yourself off, put a plaster on your knees and don’t expect us to bail you out for trying to mess with us.”</strong><br><br>Alvarez waved a hand in the air, almost as if dismissing the point.<br><br><strong>“Anyways, I told you to bring one of your boys over Jax. How come you bring this cabrona crow-eater or whatever the fuck you call those stupid whores? They not man enough?”<br><br>“Didn’t think it was worth Op or Chibs time really. She’s all I need when dealing with you guys.”<br><br>“You think to insult me with this skank?”<br><br>“Ahh, don’t call her a skank Alvarez. You’ll break your boys heart. All the time we’ve been chatting he’s been trying to build up the courage to ask her out to the movies or something. I’ll give him a hint. Ice-cream.”<br><br>“She got with my weakest prospect and she’d dump your sissy ass in a minute gringo. How come she’s wearing your cut anyway? You handing them out to any putana nowadays?”<br><br>“Strange ain’t it? Some… what did you say… “putana” or whatever that means with out cut rides out with us… burns down a motel on your boys asses and then confuses the pigs enough that they start arresting your boys asses. Then, when they start running after us like a game of fucking kisschase… well, she wiggles her ass or whatever she did, and they all fall off the road.”<br><br>“She did that?”<br><br>“ Crazy I know. I mean, we may all just sit around the Clubhouse getting wasted from now on and just let her deal with you. I’d tell your boy to be careful. She bites. And scratches, although I think you have to ask nicely if you want that.”<br><br>“Let’s make a deal.”</strong><br><br>Ah, so down to business.<br><br><strong>“Let’s be honest here dude. We make a deal here, we both think it’s ok. Then in 3 days time someone somewhere fucks it up. Deals haven’t been in the habit of going well round here recently.”</strong><br><br>There was a truth in that. Deals did seem to fall apart pretty fucking easily these days. The Sons sold out the Niners, tried to bring them back and then got sold out themselves. The Mayans had a deal with Dalby and the Nords… and then tried to kill him. Clay had made a deal with Unser… only to have the Chief’s trucks raided as a message not to retire early and leave Hale in charge. Op had made a deal with his wife not to get back into the serious shit with the Sons. Fuck, deals didn’t do too well round here.<br><br><strong>“I know gringo. I know Clay’s word means shit, and you may not trust mine. But your word is solid Jax. If you give your word, it normally means something. So this deal isn’t with the Sons of Anarchy, or Clay. It’s with you.”</strong><br><br>Now that’s something very fucking different. It’s a nice ego boost to be told that, but accepting or even acknowledging it was an insult to his step-father and to the club as a whole.<br><br><strong>“No Alvarez, you’re dealing with the Sons of Anarchy here. Not just me.”<br><br>“So what do we do then Jax?”<br><br>“Now, we could just walk back and then start shooting at each other. But that’s sove stupid shit. Your men are outflanked and out positioned. The bullets start to fly, you’re in for a whole host of shit. But then, me and the SAMCRO boys who are here are right out in the open and the first people you’ll start shooting at, so we’d be pretty fucked too. So let’s leave shooting each other till another day.<br><br>So, what then? Well you’ve got your boys all dressed up and come out on the streets of Hills like the big cock. So you’ve got to have something to show for it, or you’re losing all respect right here, especially because we bitch slapped your boys so badly earlier. Us, we’ve got a package to deliver, and we’re going to deliver it. So that’s out the question. So, how do you get some respect back than Alvarez?”<br><br>“This sounds like you’re making a deal.”<br><br>“This isn’t a deal Alvarez. This is a one off agreement.”<br><br>“I could stab you.”<br><br>“Not going to happen.”<br><br>“Your bitch could come home with me and the boys. We’d send her back eventually.”</strong><br><br>Jax glanced at Shah before back to Alvarez.<br><br><strong>“Yeah, think again.”<br><br>“So what then Jax?”<br><br>“Ok. You get to ride out of Hills making a fuck load of noise, all tall and proud, so you motherfuckers can act like you won a big old victory. Then… you’ve all been to Jury’s places before? You met his girls?”<br><br>“Go on…”<br><br>“He’s got a club about 20 miles outside town. You rock up there, park and go inside. For the night, drinks, and shows are free, and I’m fairly sure you’ll get some extra services thrown in, you know what I mean?”<br><br>“We can work with.”<br><br>“You can tell any of your guys who are sober enough to listen that you’ve got us to give up our women and you’re like conquering gods or some shit.”<br><br>“Anything else?”<br><br>“You’re gone in the morning. The place gets trashed beyond belief, or any of the girls get hurt we’ll come for you. And, none of the girls for a weeks drive from here will touch you or any of your men again.”<br><br>“That’s fair. We have a deal.”<br><br>“We’re not going to shake hands are we? Like that means anything between us?”</strong><br><br>Alvarez chuckled slightly before turning and beginning to walk away.<br><br><strong>“I guess not.”</strong><br><br>As he walked he half turned his head, although this time Shah was the centre of his attentions.<br><br><strong>“And chica… you want to find out what real men are like, you wander that pretty ass over to us. Bring the cut so we can piss on it, or you can wear it as you scream my name and curse the fact you hadn’t met me earlier.”</strong><br><br>Jax’s tone darkened again, his eyes narrowing.<br><br><strong>“I’m in a good mood Alvarez so I’ll just about let that comment slide. But watch your fucking mouth unless you want to fight. And neither of us want this fight now.”</strong><br><br>Alvarez didn’t verbally respond, instead spitting on the ground again. His second had just about stopping lusting over Shah, whispering suggestive comments and making slight thrusts with his hips and followed his leader back as Jax stood looking over the retreating pair. The grin was gone… replaced with a sneering half-scowl.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>17-04-2009, 01:43:36</strong>
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				One could never tell exactly what could happen in the next hour or so. Sure, Shah could bet in an hour she could be dead as a result of Alvarez not wanting to make a deal. Yes, she could be dead for shooting Alvarez and having a shitload of bullets hit her in the front. Maybe she might accidentally say something to piss off Alvarez and thus end the lives of the SAMCRO men. However, what she knew was to clamp down on her emotions and distract herself with something else while the two men talked. It was going to be hard knowing she agreed not to make deals with Alvarez but this what not just her future she was fucking with but Chibs, Opie and Jax's. The driver could easily be replaced but if she returned to Charming with three body bags, Clay might not be up to giving her Sergeant At Arms.<br><br>She noticed the look on Alvarez's face and had to stop herself from smiling and commenting that he could take a fucking picture but she bit down on her inner cheek to stop herself. No need to get into a gun fight over a silly comment. For Shah, she kept one hand behind her, inside of her left pocket jean while the other stroked her neck and watched Alvarez behind her glasses along with his second in command. She wanted to give the appearance of relaxed with a side of 'I could be doing something, in fact, someone else at this moment but I will keep it in my pants for the moment' as Alvarez and his second started to eyeball her. <br><br>As Alvarez made the comment he was a long ways away from Charming, Shah looked around as well, even looking inside of her jacket and taking out a map to agree. Yep, not only was she a long way from Charming but fuck even longer from her lovely San Francisco. God, she fucking hoped to make it out of here and get back to dealing in San Fran. She put away the map just as Jax started to talk once more but kept herself mute for the most part. Well, most considering she was giving a lot of eye contact and smiles towards the second in command. Fuck, he looked ready to cum all over himself, he was that excited and even puffing out his chest and reaching down to adjust himself while he stared right back at her.<br><br>Shah tried really hard not to smile at the fact Alvarez mentioned the motel fire and road accident and she had to look to Jax to keep herself focused. He was working this whole conversation with Alvarez just fine, hell, he would sort of make a good President once Clay stepped down or kicked the bucket. What? Clay was getting to be about that time to step down and let Jax take over the reins. <br><br>Fuck.<br><br>Alvarez wanted to be paid back for his shit, well, fuck you, Shah thought as she chewed on her lower lip to keep herself from telling him to kiss her ass. Fuck, it was starting to get harder and harder to keep herself quiet. Well, the other thing that seemed to be getting harder and harder was the crotch of the Alvarez's second's jeans. Was he popping a fucking boner right now? See? Mexicans are horny little bastards who will pop it no matter if Jax, Vice President of SAMCRO or Shah an almost Sergeant at Arms of San Francisco were standing right there.<br><br>Take that, Alfie.<br><br>It felt good to hear Jax telling Alvarez to take it in the ass. However, her mood soured to hear Alvarez calling her a cabrona crow-eater. <em>I will show you a cabrona, pinche maricon</em>, she thought darkly as she pulled down her sunglasses just a bit to look at Alvarez before sliding them back on. She moved the arm she had behind her to her hip and cocked it out as a way to show Alvarez she may not be talking but she was listening to his shit and not liking it one damn bit. This only further made his second in command keep on undressing her and wondering if she had a gag reflex he would have to worry about when he fucked her throat to oblivion. <br><br>When Alvarez wondered if SAMCRO was handing colors out to any putana, Shah turned around to show them her cut of San Francisco and then turned right the fuck around. She was part of San Francisco, not of Charming and she wanted to make it fucking clear to him. SAMCRO was the original but this putana came from San Francisco, lived and breathed San Francisco and would fucking take her last breath in the heart of San Francisco. <br><br>Just to prove Jax's point of her being able to do all of that, she wiggled her ass and smiled all the while doing it which proved a point: Men's eyes and women's asses were the best of fucking friends. Females wiggled their asses and the eyes of the men bug out or widen to take a better look at the mass of ass shaking in the pair of jeans. She even made a motion of clinking her teeth together as while she eyed the second and winked at him. Oh yes, she was a wiggler, biter and scratcher but of course all had to ask for it politely. Seems Jax was finally picking up on her personality traits, hell, if he continued to work hard on guessing what was going on with her and what she could do, he might even be as good as Chucky. Then again, Chucky, was the only one who knew everything about Shah even a few things Shah assumed she was sneaky about. <br><br>Deals? She perked up to listen to see exactly what Alvarez wanted now. Most of the deals the Niners and Mayans made were with SAMCRO and not with the other clubs thus making her wonder how fucked up their deals had to be to be at this place and time? Shah could admit she made some shitty deals but unless she could commit on them, rarely did she make them but she was going to let Jax deal with this shit. What did she know? She was just a putana who was a crow-eater. Well, maybe she was a crow-eater because of Opie but he did not seem to mind one bit. At the thought of Opie, she glanced back towards the group and wondered just what he was thinking.<br><br>+++++++++++<br><br>The way things were looking, Opie was not liking it one fucking bit. Here he was having to watch Chibs and the driver while over there he could still see with the binoculars the fucking second checking out Shah. He knew he had no right to feel jealous but Shah could look as if she wanted to fucking cut out the second's throat for looking her up and down like something the male wanted to suck on. Hell, she could give him the finger, smack his face, anything to show that she was disliking the way the two men were eyeing her but she just fucking stood there with her hip cocked to the side. Fuck, he needed to get his head on straight because this was fucking too much. Fuck!<br><br>"Is she shaking her ass?," the driver asked through the open door, narrowing his eyes to get a better look. Chibs reached out to snatch the binoculars and whistled before Opie reached to take back the binoculars. Opie could not believe she was shaking her ass as if she was some stripper on a pole working it for anyone who would hand her dollar bills. No, he had to relax. What the two had was just a one time thing but it still got to him to see her doing that for just about anyone. He was turning into a female right now and if Jax could hear his thoughts he would ask for Opie's balls and give it back to him when he became tired of being a bitch.<br><br>+++++++++++++++++++++++++++<br><br>Shooting was good only if she had more Sons to spare but then again she was one for asking questions first and then killing. Many made the mistake to shoot everything and she could have shot Jax a fucking long time ago but she gave him chances to explain himself all the while plotting a lot of things over on him. However, Shah was making plans to knock Alvarez's teeth out for suggesting that she should come home with him and be sent back at their discreation. She was no one's play toy to hand around and had left all of that bullshit behind when she came into SAFSOA. Shah knew the life of a old lady could be and it was not one she ever wanted to repeat. No one was going to make her their bitch, no one. <br><br>Shah had waited on Jax to serve her on a fucking platter because she had done all the damage. Instead, when he told Alvarez to forget it, she looked over to him garnering some interest from the second in wondering if the two were in some sort of relationship. Hell, the way Jax was talking to this lovely specimen looked almost as if he cared for her. Ha, the second knew better especially hearing stories of the man ploughing to women as if the world would fucking end if he did not spread his seed far enough. When plans were made to ride up to one of the places owned by the SAMCRO MC, the second was a bit disappointed for he wanted there to be a bit of bloodshed and maybe even snatch up this bitch to have fun with before he had to knock her lights out.<br><br>Oh, she was not about to leave Alvarez with the impression she was going to take all of his shit and not leave him with something to think about. Cupping her hands together, she yelled out to Alvarez, "Alvarez, gracias por el conversacion y tien cuidado con el camino y las mujeres (Alvarez, thanks for the conversation but be careful on the road and with the females)." Though to the second in command she spoke to him in English, "If you ever come by San Francisco, I might fuck you if you brought a cityful of Mint chip ice cream with you." Where she expected the second to get angry or tell her to suck his dick, he only placed a hand over his heart and told he it was a date. Damn, he had some jokester in him after all.<br><br>She looked towards Jax wondering what the fuck to go with now because she was glad this shit was over but angry to not have been able to speak in the whole thing. Nonetheless, it was not just her life but everyone else along with not wanting to cause a blood bath in Hills. Now she was antsy to get back to Charming just to know she was not having to mess with Mayans unless she absolutely had to but then again once Alvarez saw her, he would be asking around about the putana who was with Jax. Always a good thing to hear your enemies knew about you but a pain in the ass to make sure no one talked too much about how she was and if there were certain days she was alone and unarmed. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>18-04-2009, 19:08:43</strong>
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				After watching Alvarez walk away for a moment Jax turned on his own heel and began the walk back to the truck.<br><br><strong>“Nice show you put on back there. Good work.”</strong><br><br>Jax didn’t glance over as he spoke, but the voice was friendly, appreciative. Another cigarette was lit, the smoke flowing out of his mouth and drifting up into the air. One hand was wedged in his pocket, the shoulders were slightly hunched and there was almost a swagger in the step.<br><br><strong>“And thanks for letting me make the call. You all good?”</strong><br><br>He had glanced over then, looking Shah in the eye, a grin on his face (for those keeping score, it was the “takes years off his face” grin, not the sneering grin and certainly not the “charm his way into your pants grin” … obviously.<br><br>Soon the pair would be back to where they had left their comrades. Chibs did what he always did… looked pensive and badass, and then, as soon as he caught the grin on Jax’s face he relaxed. It was the same every time. Slowly his face would relax, he’d break into a toothy smile and he’d raise his arms up to the side. Everything seemed to be done with an incredible slowness, despite the fact if anyone was really sad enough to time it Jax was fairly sure it would come up being identical to a normal motherfucker showing his relief. How strange.<br><br>And talking of strange…<br><br>Opie looked pretty pissed off.<br><br>Weird.<br><br>That said, Jax didn’t put too much thought into it right now. Some in-joke for those who had headed down to the motel while he’d been stuck discovering just how badly a steak could be. He’d just chat to Op about it later, check it was all going well. Back to business. Jax quickly clued Chibs and Opie in on what had been said and the deal that had been struck.<br><br><strong>“But now, I got to call Jury and let him know that those bastards are going to be taking over one of his joints.”</strong><br><br>Pulling out his phone Jax took a couple of steps away, waving up to the other Sons who were still on the roofs of the surrounding buildings, before taking a couple more steps away for a bit more privacy. The conversation lasted a couple of minutes, the odd tense word, but generally friendly, before Jax returned that grin still on his face.<br><br><strong>“Jury’s cool. So, what’s the plan now Shah?”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>19-04-2009, 00:18:56</strong>
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				Shah removed her sunglasses from her face and wiped at her forehead, not remembering Nevada was known for its scorchers and she was all covered up especially with the leather on her back. She went about removing her Henley and beneath it had a light tank top to wear beneath her colors. Alvarez had saved himself from the fact Shah hated anyone to disgrace the club's colors. The only place Alvarez would have been pissing on would be his own grave but it was for another time. Crisis was averted and now she needed to cool down and let things go. See? It took a while before she was able to feel fine with things. Now she needed ice cream and a bit of Opie to feel fine now.<br><br>"Thanks, I was this close to wanting to do something that might end us in being shot to death," she answered as she held her thumb and forefinger close together to show she had been on the brink to bloodshed. She knew she had to put her anger to having her fun ruined but then again Jax had watched over the sex deprived driver. However, she had made it through and now she wanted a bit of pleasure for her troubles. Yes, she wanted to fuck someone right now and since the group was now in Indian Hills instead of having to wait it out in Mayan territory, hopefully she could make use of Opie once more. She knew she was playing with fire but right now the fire could burn her to ashes. <br><br>While she could have given him a frown for not being included into the deal she it what was best for the club overall and not just for the few who were here. Putting on her best smile, she gave him one back and winked. Again, women can easily fake their emotions just as much as women can fake an orgasm. No, she did not fake her orgasms with Opie because the man had made sure she was not faking it. Hell, she never knew a male, well, she knew a few, but he had not been on her list of males to ask her if she really had cum during their fucking. She had but she asked him point blank if it mattered for the female to get her joy as well. <br><br>"I am a bit pissed that I got interrupted at the motel but I am fucking good but I want some ice cream. Whoever had a bet on ice cream is going to win," she answered as she headed over to her bike to straddle it. It seemed Opie had a pissed off look on his face and he was not even looking her in the eye. What the fuck was that all about? Was he angry she was taken along to discuss matter? She felt more like a hood ornament when Jax went about discussing the incidents in Indian Springs and it did not sit well with her. Shah left behind becoming just a silent watcher and old lady. When she had felt there was nowhere to go in her position as one of the member's girlfriends, that is where she stopped being someone's bitch and became the bitch in San Francisco. <br><br>Right now it seemed Opie thought he had a hold on her for he started in once Jax went off to let Jury know of the slight 'deal' made. "Why were you shaking your ass like some stripper?," he asked. Oh. He had to use those terms with her? First, there was a difference in what Shah was to lovers and what strippers were to customers. She was not swinging her ass on the pole to sustain herself and have the clients take pity on her with their crumpled dollar bills. Second, she was the one to pick who was going home with her and she was the same one who kicked them out when the fucking was over. Opie was pushing her button especially since he knew the deal. The two had started to talk about what this was between them before shit came through the door with the Mayans rolling on in. Now to hear him talking as if he was her husband or someone who had a right to insinuate she was doing something wrong pissed her the fuck off.<br><br>Rubbing the back of her neck, she glanced towards Chibs who conveniently walked off to talk to the driver thus giving her the opportunity to wail into Opie. "Opie, if I was a stripper, I would have taken your shit and your money but I am not. I am not your girlfriend nor did I say I was going to be after what happened in the motel. You are a good male but I am not someone you want to get involved with let alone piss off. Another place, another time, maybe we can try something but you are part of SAMCRO and I am not wanting you or anyone else to think I am fucking you for a vote. I would fuck you regardless of that but I doubt Clay would be open to seeing me around," she started in before she looked over to see Jax walking in. This conversation was not over and she let Opie know that. Opie looked angry but he was starting to understand she was not going to jeopardize her future and his as well if the club thought he was promising her a vote if she fucked him. <br><br>"We turn over the goods and maybe have a bit of fun but I want to head back to Charming to keep Clay from having a coronary," Shah switched her conversation voice to keep it light but she silently gave Opie a promise to talk to him. Fuck, this is not what she had expected. Sure, it was fucking fun but she knew something was bound to happen especially fucking with a man who needed comfort after the death of his wife. She should have seen it coming but hell if she cared about making problems for herself. Just like Shah to put her mouth where it should not be at all. At least she had put her mouth on something to hold her over for the next few days in Charming. Fuck, she missed her San Fran. It was just a matter of time before she was back and with the new title of Sergeant at Arms. Now if only she could keep herself under control than nothing shitty should happen.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>19-04-2009, 17:46:33</strong>
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				<strong>"Sounds like a plan."</strong><br><br>Really, it was. Chill out for a little bit, then back to the lovely streets of Charming. Chibs would no doubt attempt to grab some freebee's from Jury and then spend the rest of his life bragging about today. Jax couldn't say the thought wasn't that tempting, but it did lead to the whole Tara issue.<br><br>Yeah, that.<br><br>Were they going out? Were they just fucking? Well, they were fucking, so that part was covered. And they also had the whole "care about each other deeply" thing covered. Surely that's 2+2 and thus 4? But Jax didn't feel like he was going out with Tara, despite the time they spend together. So if she's not his girlfriend why did he feel a little bad about fucking one of Jury's girls?<br><br>Shit Jax, you're getting old.<br><br><strong>"Jury said he's putting on a little get together at the Clubhouse if we want to rock up there, and he also said he's got icecream."</strong><br><br>A wink to Shah as he spoke and a slight twinkle in his eye. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>19-04-2009, 19:11:47</strong>
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				Good to see Jax agreeing on her without the fact of Mayans breathing down their necks. At the moment, her head was all over the place in regards to Opie, the Mayans, her vitamins and now having to deal with Clay worrying shit about the group with her leading it. Shah would put down money he was thinking the worst things happening. See him imagining her fucking up on things and ending up with three dead bodies to bring back home. Clay had a right since she was the new kid on the motherfucking Charming block. She was not part of their world anymore he was part of her world in San Fran. While Sons of Anarchy was about brotherhood, really, it looked like a pack of dogs who could turn on each other at any moment. <br><br>If the Sons could ask for the death of a rival MC, it could easily ask for a member's death. Already she knew of a few Sons who were thrown out for different reasons or even pushed out for different sense of responsibilities. She hoped never to fall into those categories but she was different from these men for she had tits and a cunt as well as the risk of her health. For now, her body was doing its job but there was always the fear of the cancer coming back and this time taking her down for the count. Nonetheless, none of these men knew what was going on in her head nor would she let down her guard to give out more than necessary. Even now, she kept holding onto the fact the SAMCRO men were itching to take her out out commission and paranoia was always a friend of hers and other SAFSOA members. No one ascended to their position by playing the naive card. <br><br>"Look at this face? Does it look like I would deny us a little get together? Lets move our asses," she answered, smiling as she turned on the loaner bike and waited for the others to turn theirs on as well. Opie looked at her begrudgingly as if he was forced against his will to party it up. He could put on a face as well but there were things to discuss with Shah. He knew they were just fucking but he wanted to know if she slept with just about anyone if they asked for it. He was only glad he made himself wear a rubber never knowing what Shah could be contracting. A female like her was no match to be a mother to his kids but it solidly made him depressed to know he had lost a good thing with Donna. Opie still put the blame on himself knowing it was supposed to be him in the truck and not Donna. <br><br>For Shah, Donna was someone she never knew but wondered if she could have compared with her. Yes, Shah had insecurities like anyone else because of her difference. She placed herself in the category of someone to fuck but never bring back home to the family or even keep on the side when the Missus had a headache in the bedroom. Shah knew herself when it came to love and relationship. Sure, she might like to have herself marry and almost had once but it was not in the cards for her. What was she to know about love? The latest relationship of hers ended because the adulterous husband wanted her to become part of an open relationship but be on their time instead of her own. In San Francisco, it was easy to fall into crazy ass love and caught up in the superficial shit. There was nothing to keep someone secured to the ground but Chucky and Daddy D were the men to call family and friends. Maybe one day she could find herself a woman or man to keep her grounded when she returned from runs or business deals but for now she had her whorish ways and her empty bed to go home to which would be enough for now. "Move your asses before the ice cream melts," she joked as she headed off on the road to lead her to Jury's clubhouse.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>20-04-2009, 17:31:31</strong>
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				Jax smiled at Shah's jokes as he kicked his own bike into life, followed by Chibs and Opie who still had an expression on his face like a bulldog who had chewed down on a wasp, as they convoyed after Shah. It was next to no distance to the Clubhouse, which appeared to have been repaired since their last little adventure there, the bullet holes filled up, the whole place looking as spick and span as a Clubhouse ever could. The rest of the Indian Hills chapter had already returned from their covering positions and were converging on the place. The majority of them still seemed to be outside chatting as the bikes rolled up, receiving a few cheers and claps from the club. Jax smiled and parked up, but waited for Shah to take the first move. It would be far too easy to simply jump in and simply become the centre of attention... they knew him here and nearly all of them liked him as well. That would piss Shah off, and more than that, it wouldn't show him anything about her.<br><br>No-one could accuse Jury of disrespecting women... which was rare both for his trade as pretty much a pimp and his social life as a biker, but he was also a traditionalist. Shah may come from the liberal streets of San Fran where the SoA were happy to induct women, but out here it just didn't happen. In clubs like this all across the country the thought hadn't even crossed the minds of the members that a female would apply, let alone be accepted... and perish the thought of her being put forward as a Sergeant at Arms. Shah had said at the first meeting that she would be able to deal with this. Now was the time to show it. Jury wasn't exactly a baptism in fire... he was reasonable, experienced and because of his side projects knew all about a woman's worth. But it would still be a shock to him... perhaps more as nearly all the women he knew in any way related to the Club were hookers and girls gunning to be an Old Lady.<br><br>Time to see what she could do. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>20-04-2009, 19:54:12</strong>
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				Shah could make fun of herself, she was not always the violatile mongrel bitch who she personified at good 24 hours of the day, seven days a week. There were instances she could let down her mask for a while, relax and take in a good book. When it came to simple things such as reading, music and taking naps, it was not the type of activities which would get her killed or into a fist fight with any enemy MC's. Reading a Jane Austen or an Orwell never usually had her stabbing anyone unless one of the members thought to rip or use the pages of the book to wipe their asses with but usually nothing bad ever happened from reading a book. Music, well, could start some trouble but that was the greatness of the iPod, if no one wanted to hear to her unusual playlists, she had her earbuds to stick in her ears while the others had Skidrow on or even ZZ Top blasting through the house speakers. Now, she needed to somehow use the time she spent reading and relaxing her temper once more as she had to meet the Indian Hills chapter of Sons of Anarchy.<br><br>Nevada and her would be considered friends only because she visited for the local casinos, burying bodies and hookers. Indian Hills had a population of about 4500 people from what the Cenus gathered. Yes, she tried to get a bit of information on Indian Hills in case she ever had to go around the clubs in the surrounding Charming area to do meet and greets. So far, there was nothing much to do out in the Silver state but she to make it seemed as if she enjoyed the place and take whatever Jury had to throw her way. Jury looked to be already confused after having heard of Jax bringing along a female to talk with Alvarez in the meet and greet three blocks from the clubhouse. He was not without a bit of information on this female having gotten a call soon after word got back to Clay about a change of drop off plans. While this bitch hailed from San Francisco, she was in Indian Hills now and on his territory of the clubhouse. Nonetheless, he would be gracious and offer her something to drink before he got down to questioning her on the way she handled things so far with the package. <br><br>"Welcome to our side of Nevada, Shah," Jury commented as he offered her hand to her in a welcoming gesture. It seemed today would get interesting as the other members of the former Devil's Tribe, now Son's of Anarchy, Indian Hills chapter wanted to know just as much information on Shah as Jax would in order to find out her deal and if she was ATF. Women who wanted to be more than hookers or Old Ladies in the club were always frowned upon but even if times were changing, their way of thinking were still a long ways away from accepting her outright. This is what Shah would do. She would play along with this ruse and adapt to their way. <br><br>"Thank you for aiding us in case Alvarez wanted some blood and for having the change of plans with the package. The package is secured and ready to go but I think a bit of drinking, fucking and eating can get all of us back into good spirits," she answered, giving him a smile as she cocked her head to the side. "What do you say about that?," she asked, glancing over towards the group and winking towards Jax. She was not going to grab anyone's balls today but if her liver had to, she would drink a bit to get into their good graces.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>20-04-2009, 20:45:25</strong>
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				Jax was in the midst of a conversation with one of the other members of Indian Hills, talking about the night of the patching in party and how little they both remembered when Shah called over to him. A slight quizzical look flashed across his face, before he glanced to Chibs... who was making new friend quickly... and Opie... who was still looking a bit put out, but friendly enough, before glancing back to Shah.<br><br><strong>"Yeah, that's cool and all... but didn't you say we were headed back to Charming?"</strong><br><br>Let's be honest... if they did any of the three things mentioned there's a good chance they didn't make it back to Charming that night... and each one was a gateway drug to the next. Have a meal... and then a beer with the meal... and then, if you've already had a beer, what's wrong with another? And after two beers is a shot so bad? And then... well, you all know. While waiting for the response Jax lit up another smoke, slapping hands with another old acquientence.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>20-04-2009, 21:21:09</strong>
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				Shah wondered if Jax had not remembered she was going to have ice cream and even joked about it melting. Did he not realize it meant the group would hang for a bit but call in Clay to let him know the group would be back before the day was over. Well, Jax was a male and could not possibly get all of the hidden meanings in the few sentences she gave to him. Instead, it looked as if she was going to have to explain it to him in a few words he could understand. "We are, give a call to Clay about the progress, let Jury see the products are still intact, hang out for an hour or so, no more than that and make it back hopefully before our bikes turn into pumpkins," she joked as she nodded for Jax to go along.<br><br>An hour would at least keep them having to prioritize what could be done within the time frame. When Shah put herself on time shifts, it worked to her advantage to make sure something or someone was taken cared of before she had to move onto the next thing. Multitasking could be a friend but eating, drinking and fucking could get sloppy and messy unless the male did not mind her drinking a beer and eating a cheeseburger while she rode his cock in bed. "No drinking because we do not need any wipeouts or cops pulling us over for drinking under the influence," she answered, knowing she sounded like a mother but she had to watch over the three until the group got back to Charming.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>20-04-2009, 22:17:50</strong>
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				Jax wondered if Shah had not remembered saying they should partake of some "drinking, fucking and eating" and even winked at him. Did she not realize saying that implied they'd be spending a while... when most people said they'd drink, eat and fuck to get their spirits up, they meant making a night of it. Well, Shah was a female and could not possibly be expected to be consistant in what she said in the minute or so between her sentences. Instead, it looked as if he was going to have to keep the criticism to himself and keep prodding her in the right direction.<br><br>And now there was a declaration of no drinking...<br><br>When just before she said there would be drinking... and did anyone really think that first comment referred to orange juice and cola?<br><br>Jesus Christ<br><br>Women.<br><br>For all the abuse he got about his whole relationship with Tara, and her being a little bit crazy and clingy, looked like other females could be just as bad when it came to changing their minds every 4 seconds. Annoying? Yeah. Was it their right as a female or some other bullshit? Yeah, probably... although strangely a man's right to watch football, drink beer, forget her birthday, hate her mother and leave the toilet seat up always seemed to disappear...<br><br>Oh well.<br><br>No biggy.<br><br>Right?<br><br>Right?<br><br>Right?<br><br>Well, actually, there's something else as well.<br><br>You see, a Sergeant at Arm's word had to be law. They were the instrument for dispensing justice, they were to keep the Club in line, they dealt with discipline and much of the dirty work. And they ranked fairly high up the old leadership ladder. A Sergeant at Arms had to be trusted not the change their mind of the slightest whim. This wasn't an issue about her being a woman... Jax had known men who couldn't keep a consistant train of thought going... it was an issue about her being a prospective Sergeant at Arms. Tig was simple enough that he didn't manage to come up with other ideas after the first... so however bad that one was, it was going to be it.<br><br>It was something to keep an eye on, that's for sure.<br><br>Jax nodded back at her, making his way off his bike and clasping Jury in a big hug. The two didn't speak that much, but they were pretty close... perhaps Jax reminded Jury of his Dad... perhaps Jury reminded Jax of his Dad... both wanting to relive something they'd lost.&nbsp; Throwing his arm over Jury's shoulder, the two walked into the Clubhouse ready for an hour of...<br><br>Well, fuck it Jax didn't really know... he'd eaten already and didn't really want to fuck.<br><br>Looks like war stories it was then...
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>20-04-2009, 23:48:06</strong>
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				Yes, Shah would admit she changed her mind on things but right now it felt as if her mind was warring in all directions. Today was not her day to handle things but she knew she had to suck it up and do it. No matter if she had to deal with Opie giving her a look as if he had to talk to her about whether or not she was clean of any sexually transmitted diseases, Chibs eyeing her to see if she was really going to go with that answer and Jax giving her a not so nice look on his fucking mug. Alright, now he truly deserved the pink paint for it and she hoped the cigarette he was smoking gave him rapid lung cancer. Lung cancer which took over and headed into his fucking pants where his dick would fall off. Very angry thoughts were sent his way even as she placed a smile on her face. <em>Hope you die,</em> was said outloud in her mind even as she gave him a look of thanks towards him. <br><br>There.<br><br>What? <br><br>She was not playing well today but she had to pretend she was good with everything. Just like women to play off as nothing was wrong with them when everything was and Shah was glad she did not have an actual boyfriend or girlfriend to take the abuse. Hell, she would have run off her ex-fiance if he ever stuck around and married her crazy ass. Shah knew women were crazy because crazy bitches knew other crazy bitches and Shah should be Queen of Crazy Bitches. Hell, she admired those fictional bitches because at least PLIR got what she wanted even if she had to get rid of the fictional Sal and fuck over a few good men like that Abe lawyer in the end. Unlike PLIR, Shah had to live this life till the fucking bitter end. Yes, bitter end because really who in their right minds would want to live this life which ended in three ways: Death by another, die alone or die by your own hand? Thought so.<br><br>Now with Jax questioning her at a time like this only made her blood burn and fizzle. Men and their own thoughts. Sometimes, she wondered if men thought more beyond blow jobs, food, sleep and beer. Hell, she bet a few men could do three out of the four in one action especially drinking a beer, knocking back some tacos all the while a female was on her knees trying her best to enjoy sucking on hairy and ranky balls. Boys, a word of advice, women do not like to tea bag a man if he has a nice pair of bush covered balls that smell like no one washed them since they dropped down in puberty. Wax or trim the balls while washing it was a greater chance of a female wanting to suck the cock and maybe even swallow cum. Not to say she might not but it was different with each female encounter. <br><br>Becoming Sergeant at Arms was no walk in the park nor was it supposed to be because then any fucking body could be Sergeant and trade off on weekly basis. She was not going to be Sergeant Hall Monitor of the week. No, fucking Sir. There may be a cunt between her legs but she was not dimwitted or easily obtainable. Alright, Opie might have been the first to fuck in Charming but that was it. She was not fucking anyone else and she was going to make due. Besides, she had only a few more days in Charming. Not likely she was going to fuck another SAMCRO member. Not one of those bastards were interesting enough to her and Opie was the first and last to be touched by her. <br><br>"I am going to eat and regret it later," she muttered beneath her breath as she got off of the loaner bike and headed off on her own towards the clubhouse. Jax was making himself comfortable with Jury and she would keep to herself. She only had to spend one hour in the presence of the other club which meant she had to put on a face for another fucking hour. Already one of the men came up to her, looked like another Prospect as he asked her if she wanted anything in particular off of the grill. "Bloody steak if you can make one and a water to be able to wipe the blood off of my face once I am done eating it," she answered with a smirk as she eyed the Prospect head off. Not a few seconds later did Opie appear by her side, a bit moody but keeping it together for the moment. While she might not appreciate him calling her out with Chibs nearby, he was striking up a conversation that she could handle on the subject of the job opening she might have in regards to critiquing books. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>21-04-2009, 16:07:59</strong>
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				<strong>"So, how you doing brother?"<br><br>"Not bad Jury, not bad. Different day, same shit ya' know?"<br><br>"Too right man. How's your kid?"<br><br>"He's sweet man. Doing well."<br><br>"And his mom?"<br><br>"Doing well I think. Gemma's keeping an eye on her, making sure she's clean and all that."<br><br>"Good to hear. What's life like in Charming these days?"<br><br>"Never boring man. Small town, but never fucking boring."<br><br>"You just decribed Indian Hills as well brother."<br><br>"Too right."</strong><br><br>Jax took a swig from the water bottle he'd got earlier, feeling it ease the dryness from his mouth. Jury's voice dropped, quiet enough to be nearly impossible to hear for anyone not at the table, and Jax's own volume lowered is response.<br><br><strong>"How's she?"<br><br>He didn't have to say the name or glance over for Jax to know exactly who he was talking about.<br><br>"She's alright man. She's not bad at all."<br><br>"Pretty fucking strange seeing a girl in the cut, let alone going for Sergeant."<br><br>"A little, but you know those crazy fucking San Fran motherfuckers. If she gets the job done then it doesn't really matter."<br><br>"And does she get the job done?"<br><br>"Well, I think so. So far she hasn't fucked up really. She's one tough bitch whatever happens."<br><br>"You did the kidnap drill?"<br><br>"Yeah. We'd have done it to a man, not going to take it easy on her."<br><br>"Those photo's of you all being dead?"<br><br>"Yeah, pulled that out as well."<br><br>"Shit. Take it she didn't say fuck all?"<br><br>"Nah man... pretty much busted Clay's nose and fucking karate chopped Opie in the throat after."<br><br>"Ha! She ok with the fucking attention on the way up?"<br><br>"Did ok. I'm not sold on either torching the motel or putting tacks on the road, but they were both effective and we haven't suffered any repercussions yet. Alls well that ends well, and a Sergeant has to be a little bit fucking crazy."<br><br>"On that note, how's Tig taking it?"<br><br>"Fuck... as well as you expect. He was all hyped up about the prospect of a fist-fight with some big burly man... and now he doesn't know if he should punch and fuck her. And he's never exactly been the most charming motherfucker either."<br><br>"Ain't that the truth."<br><br>"Too right."<br><br>Another sip, before Jax looked back up to Jury.<br><br>"So, how's you and the mayans going?"<br><br>"Not bad actually, outside today. Did you have to give them the run of one of my places though?"<br><br>"Dude, don't tell me you haven't got those places fucking covered in cameras. And I'm sure one of those fuckers is either going to have performance issues with one of your girls or end up putting something up his nostrils the pigs would be pretty fucking interested in. That's prime-grade blackmail right there player."<br><br>"I guess. So, what's the plan now?"<br><br>"As Shah said... we chill here for a bit, relax a little, then start the drive back to Charming. You all sorted protecting the package?"<br><br>"Yeah, we got some solid hitters on it. They'll make it safe, especially with the bastards waist deep in pussy and whisky for the next day or so. You really think she'll make it?"<br><br>"Not my place to say man. On results she's done as well as I'd expect. Tig may vote against her out of spite, but when it all comes down to it, he'll try to do what's best for the Club. I think something went on between her and Op... and it doesn't look like it ended that well... but he's a big enough man to take that. Thing is, I don't always think we get the full picture with her. Seems like she's covering up something... not being entirely herself around us ya know?"<br><br>"Ah fuck it. You guys gotta do what you guys gotta do? You remember that time I came down to visit you and your pa?"<br><br>"Dude... I was like 7... ..."</strong><br><br>Let the old stories roll.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>21-04-2009, 21:28:29</strong>
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				"There are a few places always looking but I know a few people. Why do you ask?," she questioned Opie. Somehow, Shah felt he was not merely asking her if someone might be interested in a Charming boy like him to review a few books here and there. Alright, Shah could admit there was something between Opie and her but it was nothing really substantial to keep things going. Of course, she could continue to fuck him but then somehow she felt it would be a slap to the club to fuck Opie knowing her place was in San Francisco and she would either make the trek to see him or him to see her. Besides, Opie could do a whole lot fucking better than her. Not to say, she was disgusting or the worse bitch to ever walk this earth but she was not ready to do anything more than fuck Opie's brains out for a while. Relationships and her were at a standstill and she was not trying to assume but Opie was more than the fucking lines of females and drinking to his liver's discontent. That job was left to Jax to which she still put money on for him being one of those old time members who never could keep down a true Old Lady or his need to stop smoking. The way he kept smoking one cigarette after another made her wonder just how long he had been smoking on ciggy's for the entirety of his life.<br><br>Opie merely shrugged at her as if it was nothing special. He was one of the few who she felt could actually remarry and have a good life away from the club. What? She was not going sentimental or any of that bullshit but really, there is only so much one could do in the club and keep together a life outside of the MC. On her one hand along, she could count the number of semi-serious relationships she kept after her ex-fiance ran out on her. Three. Yes, and she still was arguing to herself about the last one since he had been married and had wanted her to be his second wife. Shah never believed him but she kept him around for three more months until his jealous wife came to her apartment and spray painted BITCH in red letters on her door. Suffice to say, the relationship ended but not before sending the female a warning to leave her alone and to get herself counseling if she really wanted her husband to stick around. It had been about the only time she did not flip out on another peron because she felt pity for the female who was stuck in a marriage that she could easily fix but chose to ignore the warning signs.<br><br>Now, she wondered if there were warning signs with Opie as she started in on her bloody steak and water. She thanked the Prospect before she took the steak between her teeth and ripped a bloody piece off. Shah was not one to waste time in eating and the food she consumed with Opie during their short romp burned through her system before she even knew it. "If you can tear your way into the steak, I wonder what else you can do," a member of Jury's club chapter commented as he settled himself at her left with Opie at her right. She could feel Opie tense up before he relaxed a bit, his hands playing with the empty Coke he had gone through while the two conversed. While soda was nice, it was a killer on the body and with her having one fucking kidney it sucked not being able to down a liter of Coca Cola like before. Ah well, better to stay away from a few things and add some years to her life than croak of kidney failure again or complications of heart disease from all of this crap she consumed. Though right now the bloody steak was washing down well with the water.<br><br>Just like the way she ate her steak, she hoped to get through the rest of this week. Having ended up with Jackass Jax to pick her up from San Francisco, grabbing Tig by the balls, conversing with Jackass once more before being tortured for a few hours, fucking Opie for a spring or two and now here after an almost successful run, she was close to pulling into the nearest bed to retrieve her energy back. The injuries from the torture had not bothered her as much but it irritated that she could not do much one side of her body than the other. Her lips were still a bit plumped from the smack across the face but Opie seemed to have enjoyed pressing her lips elsewhere. Alright, now she needed to stop thinking about Opie's feelings because right now she had a feeling the men wanted to know a lot about her and what he deal was when it came to wanting to be Sergeant. "I can make a motel disappear with some paint fumes and lighter, wipe out a few bikes with some magical tacks and shake my ass in front of Alvarez and still be able to walk straight afterwards," she answered as she wiped her mouth on a napkin. <br><br>The male whistled and asked once more if she was telling the truth. Opie put his two cents and let it be known she had done three though the last one took him a bit to agree towards. "By the way, next time the club tortures someone, go with playing Celine Dion music while you torture the person, it breaks them down faster having to hear My Heart Will Go On for the billionth time," she told the other male who merely chuckled and patted on the bar top to ask the Prospect to get him a beer. Celine Dion seemed like a good choice to play while the new Sergeants or anyone else who wanted to move up on the ladder were being tortured for inspection. Now, she could joke somewhat about the fact she hung naked for all of the SAMCRO men to see but as long as there were no photographs or video which could surface on the web, she was going to let it slip into the back of her mind never to be heard or thought about again. Is it not nice how people can repress memories?<br><br>"Now, are you swinging for the other team or what?," the male member soon found out his name was Butch asked her as he held one of the clubhouse's hooker by his side. He had one arm wrapped around the female's waist as if he wanted to make sure the female did not start running off in her impossibly high fuck-me heels to fuck anyone else but him. Shah turned into her seat and smiled at the Latina female where she could see the hooker wore a string bikini top, daisy dukes ala Jessica Simpson and a nice pair of heels she envied to have. By the end of the hour, she would ask the female to hand them over in exchange for something else. Well, right now it seemed the hooker was eyeing her as if she wanted Shah for the something else. While she wanted a male all this time, it seemed a female for the next hour would do her some good. However, she remembered the time limit she set and the need to move around and mingle. However, she would leave this female with something to mull her over with for now. <br><br>Standing up from her chair, she took a swig of her bottle of water and asked the hooker to open her mouth. The hooker had no clue what was going to happen but Butch was there to prod her to open her mouth. When the female opened her mouth, Shah threw a tic-tac from her little case into the other female's mouth. It seemed not to impress the hooker for she closed her mouth and started to ask why the hell she was getting thrown with breath mints. "Because of this," Shah muttered before she took her face in her hands and kissed her soon after. Soon, the two females were locked in a bit of kissing receiving hoots, hollers and curses from the group surrounding them.<br><br>"Fuck, I don't know whether to tell them to get a fucking room or ask them to come to mine."<br>"Go Shah!"<br>"Take it! Take it!"<br><br>Different things came around them before Shah pulled away from the female, now her sucking on the tic tac. "Refreshing," she whispered, before she winked at the female and turned back to finish her steak. Just like that, she could easily make out with a hooker and then go back to eating. Some would think it strange but Shah it as a way to let the female know she appreciated what she had but she was too busy to indulge for the hour. "I swing both sides of the fence but it depends on my mood, though I must say, Latin women are the best to have in bed, don't you think Butch?," she asked. Aye yes, she always had something new to bring to the table wondering how that would go well with Jury and Jax, that is if the two had seen the slight girl on girl action.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>22-04-2009, 18:47:10</strong>
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				There wasn’t much chance he could miss that now was there?<br><br>So, there Jury and Jax were sat… “Double J” as they’d be known if they ever got to spend any time together. But as it was one was busy keeping the truckers and perverts of Nevada entertained with strippers and hookers… Vegas quality at non-Vegas prices and the other was busy executing ATF agents who’d had a breakdown and were stalking his girl… well, kinda his girl… well… it’s complicated, but yeah, stalking a girl Jax knew and may or may not be scripted to live happily ever after, organising bombings on a bunch of right wing “hate the Fed” militia types, punching Carny’s in the head, keeping the gossip papers of Charming… well, Charming didn’t have gossip rags, it had at best notes scribbled on toilet stall doors with marker pens just above the “CALL RICH FOR HOT GAY SEX!” note but you know what I mean… but yeah, kept those rags turning, em… playing pool and reading his father’s memoirs/diary/manifesto.<br><br>So yeah, Double J were sat there talking, Jury just getting going on yet another old war story of him and John. Jax didn’t mind, despite the fact he must have heard the tale a good dozen times. When your Dad dies at 17 and your whole life, your whole culture, fuck… pretty much your whole destiny… is rooted in what he started you’re going to want to hear everything you could about him, however many times the same story got told. But yeah… the two were chatting and suddenly a whole series of whoops and yells were breaking out all over the bar. Not that unexpected at a biker hangout… perhaps one of Jury’s girls had got her tits out again. But what was pretty unexpected was seeing Shah and one of the hookers engaged in what could be best described as the well known professional wrestling move the Lesbos Liplock to the cheers of an adoring horde of bikers. Certainly not the most unpleasant scene Jax had ever observed. He chuckled, raising the water bottle in appreciation, glancing over to Jury who seemed to be running a critical eye over the whole scene… kinda like he was observing a demonstration on the home shopping network… which he kinda was really if you think about it.<br><br><strong>“Jax, she flunks this Sergeant at Arms thing, I’ll take her off your hands. She could earn a pretty decent wage.”</strong><br><br>Jax laughed out loud, turning his body back to face Jury.<br><br><strong>“Don’t see that happening Jury. Daddy D over in San Fran seems fond of her and I doubt he’d leave her to your tender mercies. She’s also apparently pretty well acquainted with the seedy side of San Fran, so I think they have first dibs…”<br><br>“Fuck those kids. What you gonna get in San Fran? A bunch of tourists too scared to do anything in case they wake up to find the “girl”’s got a penis and some fucking liberal motherfuckers who want to save you from this exploitative life… and some fucking conservative motherfuckers who want to save you from this life of sin. Fuck that shit man.”<br><br>“Anyways, you’d have a revolt on your hands. I doubt any of the other girls would get too much work if she was shaking that ass in here.”<br><br>“Could be? What do you make of the whole thing?”<br><br>“Good to look at aint it?”<br><br>“That wasn’t what I was getting at.”<br><br>“Fuck it man, what does it matter? We’ve all done just as bad to girls in here… fuck, you remember Tig running off with 3 of them. We want her to play by our rules, she gets to have our benefits as well. Seriously, if I didn’t know her maybe I’d think it’s some big cry for attention and a desperate attempt to fit in with us rock and roll motherfuckers, but nothing I’ve seen makes it look like that. She’s a fucking sexual being and she knows what she wants. Think she likes the attention as well, but fuck it, who doesn’t these day? As long as no-one thinks of her as a joke it’s all good. And she did set fire to a fucking motel not long ago.”<br><br>“Fair, fair.”<br><br>“Fuck it, where were you?”<br><br>“Yeah, fuck… em. Yeah… me and your old man were sitting there shooting the shit in some ‘Nam bar and this tight little waitress walks over…”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>22-04-2009, 22:25:41</strong>
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				Nah, hooking was not for her. For one, she would demand to have her own room and set her own schedule which would piss off Jury if he ever thought about taking her on. Plus, Shah had a good feeling the other hookers and her would be fighting over the best clients or even wearing the most hookerish type of clothing. For her, she would have gone with a dominatrix gone slutty outfit with ripped corsets, short skirts and impossibly high heels or would head into the other swing of the hooker pendulum by donning ripped jeans, henleys and boots if she ever serviced a criminal like customer. Either way, hooking was not her fall back on career if she did not make it as Sergeant. Yes, she wanted to be Sergeant but in the end if it was not going to happen, she still had a place in SAFSOA to work behind the scenes. Hell, Shah was even going to far enough as work beneath the cloak of the club as their unofficial Sergeant all the while keeping the rest of the clubs from finding out. A risky move but she wanted the position bad enough to get herself into deep shit for disobeying the mother club's orders. Never tell Shah know for she would always find a loophole to get what she coveted in the end. A good thing to have but a bad one in certain situations.<br><br>Right now it seemed the make out with the hooker made the men ease up on her being in the clubhouse and not asking her to suck their cock or get them a beer. To the group it was weird and unusual to see a female wearing the club's colors but for one reason or another this bitch had to be good enough to make it through Jax's front door. Many assumed Jax would have thrown her ass out and laughed in Daddy D's face for even bringing females in the club those many years ago. Instead, it made them wonder what would be the future of the club. Every year it was hard enough to find those to make Prospects who were not undercover agents or cause trouble it brought more than unnecessary attention. Even now, the club wondered if allowing women into the club to take up the colors would bring more law enforcement agencies to their front doors. "Shah, how long have you been part of SAFSOA?," Butch asked as he kept the hooker who Shah made out with on his lap. Once in a while, his hand would slip beneath the bikini top and tweak the female's nipple but most of the time he had the female on his lap to grind his erection against. Most of the men in the club had the hookers in one way or another on their laps to thrust into or against their bottoms. <br><br>It seems it was another trail by fire to let them know as much as she could without giving too much away. "Eight years, started at the age of sixteen when my tits were starting to come into their own and my ass was barely wiggling in my levis," she answered as she finished off the steak and asked the Prospect for another water. Her comment managed to get a smile out of Butch and a small smile out of Opie though with the female it seemed she was eyeing Shah's tits to confirm whether or not the pair were real. Shah rolled her eyes and opened her jacket before pulling down the front of her shirt to display the top of her breasts. Not stupid enough to flash the bar but she gave the other female enough information to realize her tits were all real. "Sorry, these fun bags are all mine, chica. Though you do have some nice tits," Shah commented as she leaned in to see if there were any tell tale signs of the latin female's breasts to be fake. There were usually signs of a breast job, while a pair of real breasts were soft and squishy, fake tits had the hard and solid feel as if someone was caresing sand bags. For this hooker, she had real breasts but one could never tell since females nowadays were putting their own fat from other places on their bodies into the breasts. Hell, females were getting the fat sucked from their stomach and putting it into their asses to give them the sex-taped Vixen Kim whatever her fuck her last name was; really, she saw the video and it was fine for a sex video, better than One Night In Paris.<br><br>"Thanks," the Latin hooker answered as she pushed her breasts together for maximum look. The way the female wore her breasts in her small and thin bikini top, Shah had a good bet the female would go under the knife in a good ten years when her breasts started to sag and become a nutsack. What? Women's breasts are beautiful but when they knocking against's ones kneecaps it is time to see a plastic surgeon about making them perky and high. Shah nodded before she glanced towards Jax and Jury, watching the two talking and getting to reacquaint one another. It made her want to see Chucky and be back in San Francisco but she only a few more days to put up with this before she was off in San Francisco with her new patch and partying it up. God, that was about the only thing which was getting her through the next few days. Even in this clubhouse it felt stuff and smelled of come, beer and cigarettes. Usually, one of the females from San Francisco lit incense to cover up the marijuana or even bring along a coupleof Oust spray bottles to try and keep the clubhouse in good shape. <br><br>A peek towards the clock over the bar let her know it was a good twenty minutes of conversation. Forty minutes to go before the group needed to head off. A glance around the room let her know Chibs was getting a lap dance from a busty blonde but his mind seemed to be elsewhere. Shah wondered if he was thinking of the red headed hooker in Indian Springs. The female was fine as far as Shah knew but what reason would he have to go gaga over the female anyhow? Not like he knew her from anywhere. Behind her, she could feel Opie's stare and she turned in the revolving seat to look over to him. "Do you need something as well?," she asked, smiling as she cocked her head to the side. Opie did not need this type of trouble in his life. He was better off not know how she could easily bring him into a life that was not beneficial to his kids. Sure, one day she would want to have a babe of her own but his kids need a mother who was going to give herself over to them and right now she was not willing to give it up for anyone. Maybe in a few years but not at this moment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>24-04-2009, 11:02:54</strong>
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				<strong>"So, whatever happened to the bitch you banged last time you were here?"</strong><br><br>Jax chuckled, taking another sip.<br><br><strong>"She got scared off pretty much. I think she saw the romance of the outlaw bikers in leather, riding those big ol' hogs and thought "I'd like me some of that." Didn't hurt that I'm one gorgeous motherfucker as well..."<br><br>"Fuck off."<br><br>"... well yeah, but then she saw what the life was like as a hangaround... saw Cherry and Clay go off and hook up... wasn't that impressed. And then the Mayans showed up, bullets started flying and she realised pretty quickly this shit is for real. Ended up with her bitch ex-boyfriend who tried to sit on my bike. Not that I can really blame her... it's not the softest initiation into the Club to be during a patchover party and a fucking firefight. Did you hear about Cherry?"<br><br>"A little. Some crazy shit."<br><br>"Yeah man. So she's not even a Cherry. She's a Rita. Didn't think of her as a "Rita". I always imagine a mid 40's librarian when I think of a Rita. Anyways, burnt down her ex's condo, went on the run, ended up with you guys, came down to see us... which Gemma was not very fucking impressed with..."<br><br>"I can imagine."<br><br>"... and then we shipped her off to Canada when the pigs got wind of her. Crazy thing."<br><br>"Hell, I'd be surprised if half my girls don't have something bad in their history, although they're all clean now. I'm doing a better job than social fucking services."<br><br>"Bring me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to be free... you're a charity worker Jury..."<br><br>"Too fucking right I am... but Charity don't pay too well these days."<br><br>"So we sell some guns and we send out the strippers."<br><br>"Sex and war."<br><br>"Nice."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>24-04-2009, 15:24:59</strong>
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				Turning around to look at Opie, she wondered what exactly he wanted to chit chat about. She was about with talking about the weather or even how the group managed to escape getting shot to death. However, Shah had a feeling he wanted to converse about more than how hot it was in Nevada and the fact she could have gotten a bullet in the forehead at any point if Alvarez disliked the conversation between Jax and himself. Nope, Opie wanted to get down to the fucking nitty gritty. He wanted to see exactly what she was about when it came to her relationships. How did she not see that coming? Oh and the last comment was thought about in the most sarcastic way.<br><br>The conversation with Opie went something like this:<br><br>"You will fuck anything won't you?"<br><br>"Depends on the person and situation."<br><br>"In other words, you will fuck anything."<br><br>"Again, depends on the person and situation. I do not stick my mouth and cunt on anything I do not like."<br><br>"Why avoid the subject?"<br><br>"Why do you think I am avoiding anything? I am just having a nice chat with you."<br><br>"You like to play games."<br><br>"I only play games when I know I can win them."<br><br>"Not a real answer to give me."<br><br>"What kind of answer did you want Opie?"<br><br>Yes, what kind of answer did he want? Did he want some sort of confession about how she could not stop thinking about him? Maybe even wanted her to say the only person she could fuck after this was him? Or how about that he was the best fucking laid in the last year? Right now, various things could be going through his mind but for her, the only thing she had at the moment was the time. While she wanted to enjoy herself and have a good time, she knew Clay would be worrying his ass off and hoping nothing went wrong. Shah only hoped Jax was smart enough to call Clay before chatting up Jury. Plus, she hoped Jax would somehow get the mental signal to get Opie away from her before he brought down a lot of unnecessary drama to the clubhouse. The group was here for the next thirty minutes and she could do without having to cold cock Opie once more in the throat. Shah did not want to do that but if Opie continued to ask her these type of quetions and then start badgering her because of the answers she gave, well, Shah was not so nice when she was being attacked on how she handled relationships. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>25-04-2009, 14:35:07</strong>
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				Still the conversation flowed between Jax and Jury, old stories punctuated by bursts of laughter, long smiles and sly winks as an in-joke was shared. Let's be honest... it was hard enough to have a bad conversation with a man who ran half the brothels, stripshows and security in this whole damn area... add in the family connection and it would be a bigger issue if you couldn't have a good time sharing a drink (even if it's water...) and a chat with the old warhorse then the fact you couldn't. Still, the stresses of the day could cut in to even this. Glancing over Jax noticed Opie talking to Shah... and the conversation didn't appear to be going that well. He made a quickly apology to Jury before standing and calling out.<br><br><strong>"Op! Got some shit in my bikes engine on the ride up. Come help me out would ya man?"</strong><br><br>While seemingly just a friendly request there was hint of authority in the tone, a hint that Opie, even in his slightly pissed off state, could make out. With a last glance to Shah he turned and followed Jax out of the Clubhouse, out into the gravel area outside. Still some of the other bikers were hanging around and chatting here, but Jax moved out of earshot of them, lighting up another smoke.<br><br><strong>"So, what's up with your bike?"</strong><br><br>Jax ignored the question, looking up the sky as he exhaled a cloud of smoke, an unintentional ring blowing out.<br><br><strong>"Would ya look at that?"</strong><br><br>Jax turned to face Opie as the smike disapated.<br><br><strong>"So, how was she?"<br><br>"What?"<br><br>"Come on Op. You look like you did when we were kids and your mom didn't let you play on the Nintendo."<br><br>"Shut up."<br><br>"Dude, seriously. You disappear off to the motel with Chibs and Shah. You look pissed off the whole time after, you stick to Shah like a cheerleader to the quaterback, you look like you were getting in an arguement in there and I overheard Chibs mentioning he got to fuck 3 whores. It's not hard to guess what happened."<br><br>"Fuck off."<br><br>"Bro, come on. She's up here for a week and then she's running back down to San Fran and whatever happens there. It's like me and that girl here last time."<br><br>"Yeah, but she doesn't have to be so fucking... well... fuck... you know what I fucking mean."<br><br>"Op, that's how she is. Fuck, that's what we were like before we had any fucking responsibilites. How many times did we bang some random slut and then immediately move on to the next one, even when the girl was sat right next to us? She's just doing the same."<br><br>"Fuck man, it's just..."</strong><br><br><strong>"I know man, I fucking know. But chin up motherfucker. Take it for what it was. So, how was she."</strong><br><br>Opie looked pissed off and serious for a moment... and then, starting in the corner of his mouth, curling down until it filled his face, a slightly sheepish smile leading to a chuckle.<br><br><strong>"You have no fucking idea man. Absolutely fucking crazy. I thought my cock was going to fall off at one stage."</strong><br><br>Jax laughed as well, his arms clamping around Opie's shoulders.<br><br><strong>"Well, there ya go then. Just remember that part."</strong><br><br>In a normal situation he'd have called Clay by now, but Shah was running this show and it was her call to make. Sure he'd report back eventually, but he was only going to make the call if something had gone really wrong for the Club. It hadn't... Shah had pulled through and when needed he's made a quick deal that got them the result they needed. A day that had started so well... then gone downhill fast... and now ended with the cargo safely in Jury's capable hands, Chibs getting a lapdance and him catching up with Jury. All in all it was a good run... and one that reflected well on Shah.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>26-04-2009, 02:13:02</strong>
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				Shah was only too glad he was distracted by Jax but she knew it was time to give Clay a call. It seemed Jax was leaving it to her and now it was important to inform Clay what was going on at the moment. She gave a few mumured words to the Latin hooker and Butch before excusing herself to the nearest bathroom. The men asked if she wanted a lap dance but she informed them she needed to fix her lipstick before making out with the next hooker. She winked at one of the nearest hookers before slipping into the first bathroom she could find in the clubhouse. Shutting the door behind her and locking it, Shah let out a sigh of relief. At least, she would have time to get herself together in private and make the call to Clay. Out came the iPhone and a few clicks before she waited for Clay to pick up. Somehow, she felt it was going to be an interesting conversation.<br><br>A call went through to call, only two rings in before Clay picked up. All the way in Charming, he had called an emergency meeting, the rest of the members on stand by in case there was word of an altercation to be fixed. Tig was the first one to put up his hands and start shouting for Shah to be kicked out if she came back with three dead bodies. Bobby was there to calm down the sitaution but since Clay had been with Gemma at the time of these calls, Gemma was wanting to hear how the fuck she was left out of the loop of a female member being allowed into the organization. Even she was as bad as Jax when it came to smoking, lighting one cigarette after another to try and squelch the feeling of Jax being in serious shit. He had a kid to look after and to hear there was some fucking bitch taking him on a run and getting the group into trouble was sitting well with her at all.<br><br>"Everything is good Clay, Mayans left us in peace and everyone is in one piece," Shah merely stated as she closed the bathroom door behind her. She noticed there were a few wet panties hanging on the bars where towels should have hung on but Shah assumed this bathroom belonged to the hookers to use for their clean ups. Even now, she checked out the medicine cabinet to see if aspirin was anywhere in sight to get rid of the beginnings of a headache and Shah smiled to see these ladies stocked up on everything and anything. While Shah snagged a few 600mg Ibuprofen from a prescription bottle, in the cabinet held bottles of Vicodin, viagra (she guessed for the men who could not get it up), tampons, sanitary pads, hemmroid cream (for either the puffiness beneath the eyes or even their ass, she was not going to think on that), cotton balls, nail polish remover, extra tubes of lipstick, and even an airplane size bottle of cognac all of it shoved in this large medicine cabinet. Shah pocketed the cognac for herself and even took the bottle of Vicodin, noticing there was no name on it and well, Vicodin would help with the slight pain she had in her lower back. Hopefully, her one kidney was working its best to filter out the crap she ingested the other day. <br><br>"Put Jax on the fucking phone. I want to confirm it," Clay shouted into her ear. She pulled the phone away, rubbed what she hoped was not her ruptured ear before she started to talk back into the phone. Shah was not going to hand the phone over to Jax at the moment. This female was in charge and everything was going well. Well, Opie managed to leave her be and head out with Jax to see to the 'shit in his bike'. She knew guy talk and silently had thanked Jax for getting Opie away from her. Really, Opie was going to know that it was for the best. The sex was fucking amazing but Shah was too involved in her career to give him much of anything. He was trying to settle down for his kids while Shah worked to get her career in the MC off the ground and full throttle. She was a young female, at twenty-four, she gave eight years of her life to SAFSOA. Eight fucking years of working up the ladder. <br><br>Born in 1985, various things happened in the year of her birth. President Ronal Reagan was sworn in for second term. United Kingdom has its first ever national Glow-worm Day (yep, there was a Glow-worm day in 1985 for the UK residents). Coca-Cola changes its formula and releases the clear New Cokie which was recalled and the old formula put back into place. Richard Ramirez, known as the Night Stalker serial killer is captured in Los Angeles. Nintendo is released out into the market (oh she had slew of fun playing Mario Brothers as a child). It was the event of the Food and Drug Administration approving a blood test for AIDS to be used to screen blood donations in the United States which brought SAFSOA into her life. That was how her girlfriend, the same one who had brought her into contact with SAFSOA found out she was HIV positive. Shah was only grateful, her dead ex had never given her mouth than a fondle and a peck on her cheek, kiss and neck knowing it was still taboo for older/younger relationships to happen especially in San Francisco. <br><br>Eight years. Eight years she gave to this club and it was starting to come around now. Eight years of moving herself around in SAFSOA to prove her allegiance to the club and some for the mother club. Even with Clay screaming into her ear of wanting to talk to Jax, she kept her cool as she popped a Vicodin into her mouth. Hell, if she was going to get rid of a migraine, might as well get rid of any other pain she might endure later on. Not like her ass was going to get addicted to this stuff like House. Using the faucet to down the Vicodin, she rolled her eyes at her own reflection in the mirror as Clay started to threaten handing her ass over to Tig if she fucked things up for the club. "For you information, President, no one is dead. In fact, we are leaving Jury's clubhouse in the next twenty minutes where Chibs was last seen getting a lap dance from a female, Jax chatting with Jury about old times, Opie eating his way in steak (she fibbed a bit on that, sue her) and a few minutes ago I had my tongue down one of the hooker's throat. By the way, Jury has a good selection of hookers. Everything is good, you can chat to Jax when he is done shooting the shit with Jury but you can also text or call him now if you like?," she calmly explained as she dabbed a bit of her own foundation. She breathed into the phone and started to make static sounds before hanging up. What? If Clay wanted to talk to Jax, he could easily chat him up but she was done with talking and now ready to head out. Fifteen minutes to go and she at least wanted one lapdance before riding off. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>26-04-2009, 22:44:36</strong>
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				Jax once more heard the em... "tender" opening notes of Revolution is my Name as his phone went off. Leaving Opie to head into the Clubhouse, after giving him the suggestion it would probably be a good idea for him to chill out with Chibs and appreciate the simple charms of Jury's women rather than mope around after Shah while she put on her performances, he pulled the phone out, glanced at the caller ID and put it to his ear.<br><br><strong>"Clay."<br><br>"The fucking bitch just faked static and hung up on me."</strong><br><br>Didn't take a detective to work out who Clay was refering to.<br><br><strong>"Could have actually lost reception..."<br><br>"I'm not a fucking idiot Jax. We've all been to Jury's before and we all know cells work fucking fine there... and she was proudly fucking saying how that prototype phone she got off Apple was the shit just a day or so ago. Nope, she fucking hung up on me."<br><br>"Ah fuck... hell man, it's just the way it is. What's up anyway?"<br><br>"You guys all ok?"<br><br>"Yeah, we're all sweet. A few rough moments back there, but nothing too serious, and we came though alright."<br><br>"So, what actually fucking happened?"<br><br>"The Mayans knew we were rolling to Indian Springs. Literally 20 minutes after we arrived a whole bunch of em rode straight through town to the motel where they thought the hand over was. If we hadn't got there early they'd have been in wait for us and the Hill's boys when they rocked up. We spotted them and bailed ass out of there. Left a few distractions for them and got our asses over to Indian Hills unmolested. Alvarez and his bitches were waiting there though and while Jury's men were in position to fuck them up, us lot were hung out a little bit."</strong><br><strong>"She rode you into a trap?"<br><br>"Nah man. She did what I've had done. Just bad luck and the fuckers knowing a little bit more than they should have done. She didn't fuck that part up at all. I ended up cutting a deal with Alvarez... he got to ride round Hills like he actually has a penis, and then got the run of one of Jury's places."<br><br>"Jury agree to that?"<br><br>"He wasn't that happy, but he came round. He won't admit it on pain of death, but his places are fucking covered with cameras. Useful for getting a chief of police when he decides he finally found God and some morals. So any of those wetbacks have an issue getting it up? We can get that video all over the internet. Any of them need to feed a little habit? We've got evidence if we ever want the law to get involved. The Mayans get one wild light... we get a shit ton of stuff to use against them.<br><br>"Not bad Jax, not bad. What are you doing now?"<br><br>"Heading back to Charming pretty soon I think... like 10-15 minutes."<br><br>"So, did Shah fuck around at all?"</strong><br><br>Now, that was the question. In different circumstances Jax may well have sold her down the river. Well, not really down the river, but let everything be known. That he though both burning down the motel and sending out the tacks was risky and while it had turned out ok for now, it could still bite them in the ass. That she had fucked Opie... and that she couldn't seem to keep her orders straight at times. All were fair points to note. But from what he could tell of Clay's mood over the phone, he said any of that and that would be it... game over for Shah as the official Sergeant at Arms of SOASF.<br><br><strong>"Nah Clay, she did good. When everything was going like clockwork she kept it organised and clean, and when the shit hit the fan she thought on her feet quickly. Good run, and a credit to her."<br><br>"Well, I guess... heywhatdoyathinkyouaredoin... JAX! Jax? Are you ok?"</strong><br><br>Jax chuckled at the unmistakable sound of his mom ripping the phone from Clay’s hands and half shouting into it. His own voice softened as he replied.<br><br><strong>“Yeah mom, I’m good. We’re all good.”<br><br>“Oh thank God. That bitch didn’t put you in danger did she?”<br><br>“No mom, she didn’t. It went as well as could be expected.”<br><br>“I’ll see about that when you get home… Jax! Ok, cool. Get your asses back to Charming and report in.”</strong><br><br>So Clay had taken the phone back again then.<br><br><strong>“All good Clay. We’ll see you guys in a bit.”</strong><br><br>Hanging up the phone Jax put it back in his pocket before sauntering his way back into the Clubhouse.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>27-04-2009, 02:34:57</strong>
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				Lap dances should be a benefit added onto people who worked for any company. Lap dances got up people's moral and made them want to work hard in order to stick a few dollars bills down a stripper's g-string. At the moment, a few bills went into the little Daisy Duke's of the Latin hooker who she previously kissed a good fifteen minuntes ago. There she was, the little Latin female grinding her bottom into Shah's lap while Shah watched with amusement in her eyes and curiousity as to whether or not she could fuck this female in the next ten minutes. Nope, while she was up for quickies, even females took a while to get to the point of no return of orgasms. A typical orgasm for a male can last up to 17 seconds but may vary from a few seconds up to about a minute. For females, it was a big longer depending on the multiple orgasms one could acquire in a session. However, for a man to get ready and going it only took a good one to ten minutes while women needed five to fifteen minutes. Shah would have to waste five minutes to get a few pieces of clothing off and another five minutes to get her due that is if the female could find her Gspot and clit. Nah, it was not worth it and she could use her vibe when she got back to the clubhouse. <br><br>Her eyes managed to notice Opie heading back into the Clubhouse, a smile on his face and a step in his boots. Whatever got him in this mood, Shah was not going to try and ruin it. Instead, her attention was brought back by the Latin hooker as she removed her tiny bikini top. Hoots and hollers went through the room as the Latina leaned down to rub her taut breasts against Shah's own chest. Shah merely smiled up at the female and reached out to stroke the side of her breast but was met with a smack on her hand a wink of the Latina. A chuckle went out of her throat before she reached out once more to grab the female by the wrist this time. Gripping the female in her hand, Shah shoved her forward to look into her eyes. "Do not smack me for I am not a child and next time you smack my hand, expect me to smack your ass red and raw," she threatened before she pushed the female backwards into the lap of Butch. Butch chuckled and stroked the Latina who looked about ready to either cry or claw Shah's eyes out.<br><br>"What? You do not touch me like you have the right to," Shah explained as she threw a few dollars down on the ground for the Latina before she walked back towards the bar. She was done with this shit for now. The Vicodin was working its way through her system but it would be a few ore minutes before the ease of pain would take her body and everything would feel nice and beautiful. Hell, she could use beautiful and easy at the moment. Tapping two fingers on the bar, the Prospect of theirs was fast enough to hand over a bottled water to which she downed as fast as she could. It took her three tries to get all of the water down her throat and into her stomach but once she finished the bottle of water, she felt a bit better. With the need to get back to Charming set into her mind, she started to make her goodbyes to a few of the members and even managed to head towards Jury to thank him for his help and a place to relax even if it was for an hour. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Jax, giving him whistle and a twirl of one finger to signal him to corral Chibs and Opie to give their own goodbyes and head off. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>27-04-2009, 15:31:15</strong>
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				So it looked liked neither the hooker or Shah were great fans of the "No Touching" rule.<br><br>Nodding to Shah Jax walked over to the corner, where Chibs was still lost in wonder as the blonde grinded up and down in front of him. Opie had sat nearby and while his face didn't have the childish glee that was etched on Chibs it was still happy enough as it rolled over the heavy curl of the hooker's breasts. Standing slightly to the side he coughed loudly enough to gain their attention.<br><br><strong>"Sorry boys, it's time to head back to Charming."<br><br>"But Jax!"<br><br>"Chibs, you've fucked 2 girls today. You can't say you didn't get your fucking treat. And think how sweet it'll be to talk all about it to Tig while he gets more and more pissed off."<br><br>"Ah, fuck it, I guess so."<br><br>"You too Op. Time to ride."</strong><br><br><em>*Sigh*... </em> <strong>"Let's be going then."</strong><br><br>Jax smiled at the pair, winked at the dancing blonde who looked slightly disappointed. While Jury normally gave the SAMCRO boys the girls as a gift and didn't demand the payment others were forced to make, they were also gentlemen and they always went a little way towards paying their way. A few notes pressed into her thong brought that smile back to her face as Opie and Chibs reluctantly pulled themselves standing. Stood in the middle Jax clapped his arms round their shoulders and began walking them towards the door.<br><br><strong>"Honestly, can either of you say today was a bad day and you didn't fucking enjoy it?"<br><br>"Guess not."<br><br>"Op?"<br><br>"Yeah. Turned out ok really."</strong><br><br>The trio moved towards the door, waiting for Shah to finish with Jury so they could say their own goodbyes and then, presumedly, follow Shah on a (hopefully) uneventful trip back to Charming.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>27-04-2009, 20:58:23</strong>
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				So, this is what it was like to hug Jury. Felt almost like she was hugging Daddy D except he felt more frail than she would have guessed. Still, she was not about to assume he was weak for she heard many things about the man who ran hookers and other items as if it was the same thing as drinking a beer. Not that bad of a comparison given any idiot could pop the top off of a beer, tip it over and drink from the bottle before going through the process of swallowing the beer and smacking lips together. For him, he made it look fucking easy and she gave him credit for that as she hoped one day to be running hookers and other materials for the club with the wink of her eye and the wiggle of her fucking hips. Speaking of hips, she wondered why his hands were on her hips, almost as if he was measuring up her waist line for some sort of outfit. Now she knew there were closet dressers but she doubted he was into wearing women's clothes. <br><br>"You watch over Jax, anything happens to him on the way back and you will be glad I am not Clay," he whispered into her ear as he patted her back in a friendly gesture. Aww, how nice to get a few threats given just before she had to leave to go back to Charming where Clay might tear into her ass for hanging up on him. What? She was known for hanging up on people, one could not help wanting to end a conversation before it got too out of hand. Besides, she bet Clay managed to call up Jay and ask him what the deal was in the Mayans coming after the cargo and group. The driver was fine who at the moment was making up for not being allowed to have a hooker by a hooker giving him a half naked lap dance in the corner of the club. The hooker riding his lap looked about as happy as any hooker who faked happiness to get what she wanted in life. Hell, even from this vantage point, almost looked as if the hooker had a bored look on her beautiful made up face. Ha, that would be a fucking riot to ever see a bored hooker working the corner or one spinning on the pole.<br><br>While threats were something she did not enjoy hearing from anyone and most of the time made her want to punch someone in the fucking face. Even now, she thought about gouging out Jury's eyes to show him exactly how crazy she could be. However, she put a smile on her face and looked into Jury's eyes. "Aww, how sweet of you to say that. I would have expected something along the lines of: You better fucking watch Jax's back bitch or you are going to get fucked over. However your words sound much more nicer than mine," she answered, with the smile still hanging on her lips. Jury laughed at her words and wondered where the fuck the club managed to pick her out from, sounded more like she came out of one of those criminal novels for chicks. Not to say he read any of those action romance novels but hell he wondered if she would start shooting up the place and asking for a guy named Squirrel to help her find the magical vagina necklace. Yes, there was a story about a female in search of a magical vagina necklace. Books really are going to fucking hell in a handbasket.<br><br>With the threat of Jury secured in her mind, she gave a wave to the others, managing to ignore the glare the Latina hooker gave her before she headed towards the group. Jury followed close behind wanting to say his own goodbyes to the group, first starting with Chibs. Chibs gladly shook his hand and asked Shah if it was possibly to stay another hour. He really wanted to finish the lap dance he had with the hooker and maybe show her a bit of Scottish love. "Nope, one hour is what I stated, you are going to just have to dream of the lassie and rub one out when you get back to the club house," she commented, earning a look from Opie but he shrugged off the comment whenhe made his own goodbyes. Once more, it lookwed as if the two would have to talk about things but at least he was not throwing her daggers everytime she was around him. See, this is what she got for fucking a man who had morals. Hell, she was better off fucking Jax and what a fucking riot it was to imagine herself fucking a male who hated her and she bet still hated her even now. <br><br>"Alright lets head on out."<br><br>Hopefully Clay would not want her skin once the group got back. Oh well, not like he was the first person to want her dead.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>29-04-2009, 14:53:39</strong>
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				<strong>"Keep yourself safe son."<br><br>"Yeah, like that's going happen..."<br><br>"I guess. Give my best wishes to your mom and Clay."<br><br>"Will do."<br><br>"And your son ever need anything..."<br><br>"He's a little young for that Jury."</strong><br><br>A chuckle and a deep, powerful hug between the two before a shake of the hands, and Jax was turning to follow the group out. As he'd said on the phone to Clay, it hadn't been a bad run. Could have gone to complete shit, but as it ended up Chibs was going to be happily telling everyone else about this day for the rest of his life. Could there be consequences? Yeah there could, and if there was one thing the Charming boys knew about it was unforseen consequences. But nothing to be done now. Now was just for riding back to Charming, dealing with Gemma's fussing, having to deflect some of Clay anger and work out what the hell was going on with his life.<br><br>Good times.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>29-04-2009, 15:28:55</strong>
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				Right now, Shah could really use a bed to lay in for the rest of the day. By her clock it was going to be close to eight in the evening which was not bad considering the group would be back in Charming after midnight. Without the threat of Mayans but the threat of Clay looming over her, the faster the group made it back to Charming, the easier the ear reaming it would be for her. Clay was going to be asking all sorts of questions and making all over the place comments but she would keep it together. Seemed it was something new she learned about herself in being able to tap down her temper no matter how easy it would be to merely wail on someone to get rid of the problem. Easily, she could have done a lot more damage to Indian Springs and to the hooker who touched her but it was amazing to see the control she used in calming situations come around in stressful times.<br><br>Someone should give her a fucking award for that. <br><br>Really, someone needs to give her an award for not murdering a bitch.<br><br>....<br><br>What? <br><br>No award? <br><br>Fuck you then.<br><br>Shah would reward herself later with the ice cream she never had in the club house. She left Jax a few minutes ago to do the whole hug and best friends forever spiel with Jury while she went to straddle her loaner bike. Whoever this bike belonged to whether it was one of the club member's or not would be glad to see it come back in one piece after today. She checked the necessary items, gas tank, battery, lights, wheels, anything which could make riding back to Charming a bitch to handle. So far, everything looked good and she put on her helmet, all the while Chibs and Opie did the same things to their bikes. It was time to head on out and maybe even gas up after making sure they were back in California and not in Nevada. Revving up her bike, she told the others to catch up to her in case Opie and Chibs waited on Jax because she was itching to be back on the road. No one got in between an MCer and the road even more with a female who was jonesing for ice cream.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>03-05-2009, 01:46:37</strong>
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				Stepping out of the clubhouse Jax was confronted with the sight of Shah's bike roaring out of the parking area and off onto the road, Chibs and Opie about to set off as well. A slight grin crossed his face as he pulled his helmet from the handlebars, fastening it up.<br><br><strong>"Nice to know ya'll were going to wait for me."<br><br>"Awhhh, Jax... you scared? I'm sure we can tuck you in and get you some milk and cookies if you're really upset."<br><br>"Fuck you Chibs."<br><br>"Fuck you very much Jax."</strong><br><br>Another laugh as Jax fired up his own bike, feeling the throbbing of the engine and the power that rolled up from it, through him.<br><br><strong>"Well, let's catch her up then."</strong><br><br>The trio rode out of the lot, quickly sliding up to catch Shah. Conversation was relatively quiet on the ride back, the odd banter about Chib's lothario ways over the day and how Jax's date was with a less than stimulating... in every sense of the word... trucker. The night air was cool, the engines were loud and the Sons of Anarchy were riding home.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>03-05-2009, 01:59:47</strong>
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				Wait for Jax or head up ahead to see if there were stores to buy ice cream? <br><br>Wait up for Jax?<br><br>Find a place to buy ice cream?<br><br>Jax?<br><br>Ice cream?<br><br>What do you think?<br><br>Shah wanted to find a place to get some ice cream because this bitch was jonesing for ice cream just as much as the next crack addict. Hell, even more if she could be honest with herself. A girl could not go a few days without her ice cream. Besides, she wanted to see Jax's reaction when he saw his new pinked out bedroom. It looked much better this way. However, she was going to stay a couple of feet away from him when he started to go crazy over the new color scheme. He deserved it for the love he had for her. Just returning the favor on a few things. After that, she wondered if she should go back to the motel room and bear the next few days in the roach infested place. Maybe as long as she bought some Bug Be Gone spray.<br><br>"What do you think Clay is going to say to you, lassie?," Chibs called out over the roar of the engines. Well, the men seemed to have caught up with her, Chibs one side, Jax near Opie and Opie trying to stay far away from her. Much better this way considering she was trouble with Double D's. Sorry, not talking about her tits for Christ's sake. Double D as in Dangerous and Deadly. He had no need of her and she had no need of that type of living. A few more days and he never had to bother with her again unless she had to come down to meetings and what not. Nah, they might leave it to Jax to make sure she was not screwing around. <br><br>"I think he is going to give me a kiss on the cheek and a hug. What do you think?" Yep, what would Clay think as the group loomed closer and closer to Charming. Hell, she did not even realize how short the drive was from Indian Hills to Charming considering this area had a lot quicker roads than possible. Where it took four hours to get to Indian Springs through the backroads, this one had quicker and shorter ones to get them in two hours. God damn, she hoped Clay was not going to want to ream into her ass the second she got back into Charming. She could use a shower and ice cream right now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>03-05-2009, 20:33:35</strong>
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				<strong>"He'll probably be pissed off you hung up on him, and he's never that tactful when pissed off."</strong><br><br>Jax added his own thoughts to the conversation, feeling the wind rush against his face. No doubts after they got back... and after Clay had screamed his piece it would all descend into another hectic drinking session. And Jax was cool with that... hell he lived for that shit. But he also quite liked the idea of a warm shower and a quiet night of rest. Fuck, he really was getting old. And being part of SAMCRO was about keeping up with the heavy drinking sessions. But you had to have certain creature comforts. He wasn't 21 any more, happy to drink his liver into oblivion and stay in the same set of clothes for 3 days, the only thing washing the sweat and dirt of the road away spilt beer. He was older, perhaps a little wiser, and he felt like a getting a damn shower before destroying a bottle of whiskey.<br><br><strong>"We're late enough back now, anyone wanna pop down to Tara's and grab a shower before we hit the clubhouse. Chib's will probably want to keep the stink of pussy on him as a war trophy..."<br><br>"Too fucking right."<br><br>"But me, I could do with a shower first. I still smell of Alvarez, and that's really not a good smell to have on ya. Tara won't mind as long as we don't stick around too long. And it's late enough and we've made good enough time no-one back at the Clubhouse will think we're stalling them. Anyone up for it?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>03-05-2009, 20:59:27</strong>
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				"What? My phone was acting up," she answerd not about to admit that she had hung up on him but she was going to take Clay's bitching in her face. Not like any of the members hated to talk shit in front of her. Hell, she put money Tig was running his fucking mouth since finding out about the Alvarez incident. No doubt he was trying to tear down her image of capable Sergeant. Fuck, it really made her want to cut a bitch but she kept it to herself. Patience was something she had to control in order to get through the next few days. Besides, she was going to get a chance to talk to Chucky and Daddy D in private but not after dealing with the aftermath of keeping Clay in the dark about what happened in Indian Hills. Eh, not like old times to be bitched at by superiors. At least she can concentrate on imagining somthing serene while Clay was in her face.<br><br>Tara's place? Mmm, she wondered how Tara would enjoy her rolling up and using her shower and personal things to get herself cleaned up. Right now, she smelled like dessert, sex and beer. Hell, maybe she could use the shower to clean the smell off. Better to roll into the clubhouse smelling clean than the dead thing Blank might drag into the place. God, Blank, she missed the little guy. Damn, look at her going all nice over a damn dog while she wanted to make sure Tara was not going to give her the bitch glare. She dared not go back to the motel and wash up in the damn shower never knowing if mold managed to procreate in the day she was gone from the place. Better to get it over with Jax's girlfriend and the whole awkwardness of her having seen her on the day of the torture. Not like she had not seen anything out of place with the club. Shit, a lot of ugly things happened in regards to the club.<br><br>"Fine, I need to get rid of the stink of sweat off of me," she answered as she waited for Jax to show her the way to the place. Sooner she had a shower, well, the better it would be when Jax walked in on his lovely new room. What? She wanted to enjoy the prank all the more. However, she wondered what Tara would say once she rolled up and started to undress herself to get to the shower? Nah, she was not that cruel to give Tara a run for her fucking money. The women needed to put a smile on her doctor face of hers or she was bound to give herself a heart attack with all of the frowning and worrying. She still wondered what made Jax want the female but hey, it was his business.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>04-05-2009, 02:00:45</strong>
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				Jax chuckled at Shah's barefaced denial of hanging up on Clay. Hell, maybe she was right. Perhaps her cell phone really had acted up. Then again, hanging up on Clay seemed right down her street.<br><br><strong>"Shah, you spent the evening we first met saying how brilliant your new phone was, you're all about the latest technology and even with the shit phones we have you can get a decent signal at Jury's. Perhaps you're right and our phone did fuck up... but Clay's not going to believe you. At least not to begin with."</strong><br><br>He nodded as Shah added they should go to Tara's.<br><br><strong>"All good then. Just take the 33rd in Charming, second right. Nice little suburban area."</strong><br><br>Onwards the group rode, bikes eating the miles until finally the group were back in Charming. The streets were quiet, Charming's working class status shining through, most of the people just keeping their heads down and getting a quiet nights sleep. On the way into town Jax called Tara. He was fairy certain she'd be happy with the group rocking up, but this time of night... when you work doctor hours? It paid to make sure.<br><br><strong>"Alright babe, how's it going?"<br><br>"Yeah, yeah, we're good... long day."<br><br>"Listen, I know it's a big ask, but can me and some of the boys pop over your place and grab a shower before we head back to a Clubhouse?"<br><br>"Yeah, we'll be quick... 4 of us... you're a lifesaver babe, a real lifesaver."</strong><br><br>A smile as he hung up, the groups rest stop secured. Down the streets they went, finally arriving at Tara's house. She stood on the porch obviously ready for them, in a dressing gown, a concerned look across her pretty face. Parking up Jax flashed his grin at her, pulling the helmet off, hanging it on his bars, stepping off and gathering Tara in a hug.<br><br><strong>"God, you stink."<br><br>"Long day babe... long day of club stuff."<br><br>"Jesus. You need this shower."</strong><br><br>Disengaging herself from his arms with a definate sniff, she looked over the rest of the group, a nod to Chibs and Opie and a slightly quizical glance at Shah, before indicating for them to come in.<br><br><strong>"Take your boots off before walking dirt all over the carpet. Bathroom's the second door on the right. There's a shower in the en-suite and one in the proper bathroom as well. Try and be quick, I've got work early tomorrow."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>04-05-2009, 03:02:14</strong>
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				As she saw Jax and him go through the ritual of reconnecting, she had to fight back a laugh to overhear Tara inform Jax he stunk. Hell, could the female say it any louder? Chibs and Opie shook their heads, whether in amusement or in embarassment for Jax, Shah left it to be discussed at a later time. Damn, Tara could cut a man down with her facial expressions. Even from her perch on her bike, Shah wondered what Jax saw in her. Sure, she heard stories of the two being high school sweethearts but really if a good few years passed by, what connection could there be other than physical. But hey, what the fuck did she know in relationships? If she took down every single partner she had some sort of relationship with that was a good relationship and not a friends with benefit situation, she had only three good relationships out of the couple or so that she dated. Fuck, even the whole dating thing went out the fucking window with her. Rarely had she seen herself dressing up for a blind date or a night out on the town with girlfriends to find herself a good man. The only place she found men were in dive bars or through other friends who had fucked them. The day one saw Shah all doiled up to go on a nice and whole date was the day an alien took over her god damn body. Serious, she ends up having a date with a businessman and not because it has to do with the club, call the fucking cops.<br><br>Shah waited for Tara to bring out the claws but she could see the female wanted to wait to be on her turf and maybe with Jax out of earshot to start anything with her. Not to say all bitches wanted to start trouble with her but Shah put money Tara would be inquisitive as to try and find out what her connection was to Jax. The last time the two saw one another Tara noticed her and then noticed Jax in the same vicinity as Shah's naked ass. Hell, anything was possible especially with a man like Jax who could have fucked his way through the Charming phone book and back while Tara was away. At least Opie and Chibs would be around to entertain her and keep Shah from having to deal with Tara on her own. She was not afraid of the bitch but best not to start trouble with Jax's old lady. Were the two actually dating or just pretending to have a relationship? Eh, she bet even those two had no clue what the fuck their relationship was all about. Just as well considering joining up an MC was a mood killer for keeping a steady and wholesome loving relationship with an outsider. Better to fuck someone who knows the rules than trying to change the MCer to their ideals. That was something she would never do for anyone for a few more years.<br><br>Hopping off the bike and placing the helmet, Shah glanced down at herself as she remembered that she was not going to shower and put the same clothes back on in this condition. Shit, it would just cancel out the need to be clean and smelling good when Clay got into her face. Frowning, she removed her boots and headed into the place after Jax, Chibs and Opie, thanking Tara for the consideration with a slight nod. While Opie and Chibs made a bid to take their showers first, Shah glanced around the place. It was fine for a house but she noticed there were still boxes left unopened, something to wonder about as she eyed a few photographs hanging on the wall. She reached out to finger the lines of the family before Tara came around to stop her by clearing her throat. "Sorry, I should wash my hands first," Shah joked as she rubbed the back of her neck, glancing out of the corner of her eye as she watched Opie stripping down in the first bathroom that was the second door on the right. Bastard left the door open whether on accident or intentionally, she enjoyed the view before once more Tara ruined the moment by stepping in her line of vision. Damn it. <br><br>"You were the female who was half-naked in the club house the other day, weren't you?," Tara asked in the best possible non-accusing voice. On the inside, however, she wondered why a female was wearing a jacket which made it seem she was more than just an old lady in the club. In fact, she never saw this female until the other day in the club house. She would have remembered this female around Charming by the tattoos on her and the look in her eyes that day. Hell, whatever the club house did to her obviously this female managed to bury it deep down and lock that shit up. Was this female acting as a proxy for another member that was AWOL for a few days? Plus, why did it seem as if there was some connection between Jax and her? This is what Tara always thought when there were other females surrounding Jax. She worried one day he might cheat on her if he had not already for she had her suspicions with his ex-wife, Wendy, but she prayed to do everything she could to make this relationship work. Tara missed out on a good opportunity by turning down another internship in Chicago for Jax, she only hoped not to regret it later on down the line. Which meant any and every female with the exception of Gemma was someone to watch out for whenever they came around Jax. This one she would keep an eye on and try to find anything that could be used to blackmail her away from Jax. She loved Jax and would do anything to keep him after all, he murdered alongside with her and those two had a connection over it.<br><br>See? This is how some women turn into bunny-boiling-you cannot ignore me-Fatal Attraction bitches. First start off with obsessing over other women trying to take their man away from them and it will lead into tailing their asses and checking their cell phone for text messages. However, Shah had no clue what exactly was going on in Tara's mind other than the fact she wanted to know if she was the naked bitch who needed medical attention the other day. "Sure but the name is Shah O'Hara instead of the naked tortured chick," she answered, holding out a hand to her to shake. The two females sized one another up, Tara in her own frumpy way and Shah in her leather loving way but the two could handle not scratching one another's eyes out for a few more hours. At the moment, Shah was in need of clothes or maybe to be able to steam dry them while she showed. Shah asked Tara if she had a steam washer which she was grateful for when Tara informed her it was in the back of the house. If Shah wanted to, she might have kissed Tara square on the lips but she knew better than to fuck with other member's old ladies. Fucking with other member's old ladies was liable to get one's ass canned and banned from joining any other brother chapter after that. Shah was in no need of sticking her mouth on someone else's goods. <br><br>After receiving extra towels because she informed Tara without embarassment that she had no panties or bra on beneath her clothing, she headed off to strip in the laundry room to throw her clothes in the steam washer. "Hope you two have fun chatting together," she said over her shoulder to Jax before she split to remove her clothes from her body and wrap the towel around her as she waited for the other members to finish their own showers. At least her clothes would smell nice while the others had to put on their same clothes once more. Briefly, Shah wondered if Jax kept any spare clothing at Tara's place but it was not her business to think that. Lately, she had been thinking of Jax's life and how he had to handle shit with everything going on at the moment with the MC wars, weapon distribution, business, family, kid, Blank, almost made her hope that he got himself a good girlfriend in Tara to back him up and look after him. God knew that a man like him needed a tough bitch to take what he threw her way.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>04-05-2009, 23:25:04</strong>
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				<strong>"So, what's she doing here?"<br><br>"Hell, she smells nearly as bad as me... showers all round I think..."<br><br>"You know what I mean. What's she doing in Charming, and what's she doing wearing a cut?"<br><br>"Shah's a member from San Fran, down here on some business."<br><br>"She's a member? Or an Old Lady?"<br><br>"Full on member. Those pinky commo liberal San Fran peeps don't keep the same good ol' boy values we have..."</strong><br><br>The last words were spoken with a smile on his lips and a laugh in his voice.<br><br><strong>"And her being half naked and hurt running around the Clubhouse? That "business" as well?”</strong><br><br>The smile was gone when Jax replied, the voice colder, harder.<br><br><strong>“Yeah. Business. Not a nice business. Not at all.”<br><br>“So how she going to be here then?”<br><br>“End of the week, then she’s going back to San Fran. Probably never see her again.”<br><br>“Good.”</strong><br>A slight chuckle from Jax at Tara’s last words, reaching forward to gather her in a hug.<br><br><strong>“Awwh, is that the hint of jealousy I see there? Upset I’ve been spending time with another woman and not you…?”<br><br>“Perhaps a little…”<br><br>“Diddums…”</strong><br><br>Jax leaned back slightly, tilting Tara’s chin with his hand and kissing her. She kissed him back, the pair’s lips locked, their tongues intertwined, before Tara pulled away.<br><br><strong>“Seriously, I wasn’t joking. You stink. You want to kiss me again, you’d better have that damn shower. Look, Chibs is out… go clean yourself up.”</strong><br><br>Chibs was out of the shower, walking around with his top off, a grin on his face, stretching out slightly before pulling his t-shirt back on. With a playful push Tara sent Jax stumbling back towards the second bathroom.<br><br><strong>“Ok, ok, I get the message. Geez, anyone would think you didn’t like me or something…”<br><br>“No-one like you when you smell like that Jax…”<br><br>“Fuck off Chibs”</strong><br><br>Chuckles all round as Jax shook his head, grinned and made his way into the bathroom. Stripping off, he sighed as the hot water hit his skin, washing away the grit and grime of a day on the road.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>05-05-2009, 00:18:51</strong>
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				As she waited in line for her turn in the bathrooms, Shah let herself make a call to Daddy D and Chucky. It was best to get those two on the same page with her before sending down the members to make sure all was fine with her. Last thing she needed was the calvary to be sent in on her behalf a few days before finding out whether or not Clay was going to give her Sergeant. Fuck, she really wanted this position knowing how much it would mean not only to her but the females who wanted to break into the ranks of the Sons of Anarchy. It may only be in San Francisco the females were able to get their patches and colors but sooner or later the other clubs were going to have to somehow opened its doors to the females to keep up the volume of Prospects in the Sons of Anarchy. <br><br>As far as she heard, the Sons had to be on top of things considering more and more members were hard to come by to make sure no one was an undercover agent. Shah wondered if that is what Jax's problem was with her. Did he think she was ATF or perhaps trying to flip to save her own ass in case a bust went down? Fuck that. She was not going to turn onto her ass and take it from the god damn ATF. The little bitch who walked up to her in the parking lot of the Charming liquor store did not scare her nor make her quake in her boots. In fact, Shah would not mind showing the ATF whore how to properly use her tongue on someone the next time the two ever met. Shah bet her iPhone the bitch was going to show her head soon in Charming but it was only a matter of when the time would come when it happened. All she had to say when it came to the ATF was, 'Bring it on bitches.'<br><br>"Shah, where the fuck have you been? I have been blowing up your fucking phone trying to get ahold of you," Chucky answered on the other line as he took a drag from his cigarette and blew the ring of smoke above his face. He managed to screw a tight little pussy and needed a cigarette to relax his aching muscle. The little puta managed to drag her nails down his back which was a hot thing to do but laying down on it hurt like a fucking bitch. Even now he was making the female pay by sucking and gagging on his cock. He kept one hand on the back of the female's head, loving the sounds of her gag reflex trying its best not to retch and choke on his thick prick. God, how he loved virgins. However, he concentrated on the fact Shah had not returned his calls after she left her a few urgent messages. She needed to get her ass back to San Francisco right quick but first, she had to finish whatever the fuck she had in Charming faster than normal.<br><br>On the her end of the line, Shah was rubbing her forehead, wondering what it was that Chucky had to keep calling her over and over. Yes, she saw the twenty or so missed calls from Chucky though she bet it was him trying to find out more gossip about the torture she went through. The man was a whore for gossip and obviously a whore at the moment was sucking him off by the background noise she heard on her iPhone. Typical of Chucky to be fucking someone at the same time he talked to her, somehow it made all the more sweeter for him to let the female know he was too busy to enjoy the pleasure with another woman which in turn made the whore worked harder to please him. It was a win-win situation in Chucky's mind in that he got down to business with Shah on the phone and an even spectacular blow job in the end. Such a typical male he was, Shah thought as she buffed her nails on the towel wrapped around her.<br><br>"What is going on that you cannot wait until I get back to tell me about? Is there some new cat fight? One of your ex-girlfriends stalking you and you need me to rough her up? Remember, just spray those bitches with water and watch them melt away Wizard of Oz style, Chucky, I mean it, you need to quit with this const..."<br><br>"Daddy D is in the hospital, babe."<br><br>Wait. <br><br>Hold up.<br><br>Let us rewind what Chucky said not two seconds ago.<br><br>"...I mean it, you need to quit with this const..."<br><br>"Daddy D is in the hospital, babe."<br><br>Alright.<br><br>Thought Chucky said Daddy D was in the hostel or maybe that Daddy D was in Hansel or whatever other fucking name that could be mistaken for hospital. However, Chucky did say Daddy D was in the hospital which only made Shah groan in frustration. Daddy D's visits to the hospital was not that common nowadays since he was having trouble with his cholesterol and the fear of him stroking out worried everyone in the club. While this club was about partying hard, drinking a liverful and fucking until he end of dawn it was a bitch to the body and aged the members quicker than those who worked the forty hours a day, seven days a week businessman. With Daddy D, it seemed everything was hurting for him but most of all the doctors worried over his cholesterol and the fact he continued to smoke a good pack a day and each the greasiest of foods placed him on alert to be a viable victim of stroke or heart attacks. However, he was always liable to have one of those mini-heart attacks which was merely a tightening of the chest and the need to breath but finding out the lungs were not giving him the necessary air. Now to hear him once again in the hospital meant he had a mini heart attack by the way Chucky was merely dropping it into the conversation.<br><br>"I should hit you in the fucking head for doing that Chucky."<br><br>"What? He did not want to worry you but I am the one worried about these motherfucking heart attacks or whatever the fuck the doctors call them. Look, if you can at least come back to San Fran to see Daddy D and tell him to go onto this new diet the doctors want to put him on, it would make Daddy D more open to change. Hell, he cold cocked one of the male nurses for trying to take his temperature."<br><br>"How is that fucking bad?"<br><br>"He wanted to take it rectally, Shah."<br><br>Ouch, not the best way to take a temperature in Shah's opinion. It fucked her over on two things, her having to leave to handle things in San Francisco and making sure Clay and the others knew she was going to come back to finish out the rest of the week. The club had to understand because Daddy D was the chapter President of San Francisco. No matter if Clay was National President, every chapter President was important to the mother club because it was the fucking glue which kept everything together. If one President is down for the count it affected every other Presidents in the region. Plus if the Mayans or 09ers knew about Daddy D's condition and found out which hospital he was in, there would likely be an attempt made to snuff out Daddy D's life. It was easy enough to slip in and out of a hospital to put an air bubble in someones IV. How does Shah know that? Well, Chucky did that once to shut up a male witness. <br><br>"Fuck. Fine, I am coming back but only for a day and then I have to get the fuck back to Charming," she answered, not giving Chucky a chance to keep her on the phone to keep his need to get a better blow job from the bitch between his legs. When the timer dinged letting Shah know her clothes were steamed, she did not waste any time on putting them right back on her body. The shit was hot but at least it covered and cloaked the smell she had on her skin from the run. Fuck, this was not good at all. How was she going to break it to Clay. Wait. Better to break it to Jax first and have him deal with Clay while she went back to the motel to grab her shit and head off to San Francisco. Hell, if she wanted to show she was really going to come back, she would ask to have one of the members come back with her as collateral. God, she really hated the greasy lifestyle now if it meant putting Daddy D in the hospital and her having to covering the shit up before it hit the fan. <br><br>Heading out of the laundry room, she saw only Chibs, Tara and Opie out of the room. Chibs and Opie frowned to see her back in her clothes and wondered what was going on. Tara on the other hand was vocal in wanting to know why Shah wanted the steamer if only she was going to stink it up again. "I do not have time, where is Jax?," she asked, glancing to the two men and ignoring Tara's question. Chibs nodded towards the second bathroom, thanking him before she headed in the direction. Tara was there to try and let her know that Jax was in the shower. No shit, Sherlock, Shah thought as she pounded on the door twice and let herself inside. Good thing Jax did not lock the fucking door or she would have to be shouting over the sound of the shower water. "Jax, I got to go back to San Fran, Daddy D is in the hospital," she called out as she batted at the shower curtain at the same time flushing the toilet to change the temperature of the water, hoping to get his attention.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>05-05-2009, 19:32:44</strong>
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				<strong>"Get your motor runnin'<br>Head out on the highway<br>Lookin' for adventure<br>And whatever comes our way<br>Yeah Darlin' go make it happen<br>Take the world in a love embrace<br>Fire all of your guns at once<br>And explode into space"</strong><br><br>Yep, Jax was singing in the shower. And singing Born to be Wild just to make it worse. What, you expected anything other than a cliche? Sorry to disappoint you, but that's the way singing in the shower works. You sing the songs you'd be too embarressed to sing anywhere else. And Born to be Wild certainly fit into that category. Hell, it wasn't a bad song, but it was the whole Easy Rider thing. Sure, it represented something... two men seeking what the Sons also searched for, realising what the Sons had also realised... that freedom... real freedom... wasn't part of the American Dream. It had been lost somewhere between when men hitched up a wagon and rode their way out West and now, where a Starbucks sat on every street and people were used to things being safe... acceptable... usual... risk free. But now, every wannabe biker who rode a Harley twice a month wanted to throw on the American flag jumpsuit and go ride the open rode just like the movie. It had meant something and... much like the America it exposed... it had already been lost under a sea of commercialism.<br><br>http://www.easy-rider.fi/english.html (http://www.easy-rider.fi/english.html)<br>http://www.easyridersevents.com/ (http://www.easyridersevents.com/)<br>http://www.easyrider.com.au/tours.htm (http://www.easyrider.com.au/tours.htm)<br><br>I rest my case...<br><br>Hell, you can go on fan sites that try to search down the exact route the pair used so you too can follow in their steps and pay homage to the movie. Great right? But excuse me please. The movie was meant to be about the opposite of guided tourts, of fixed trails and certainly the opposite of jumping on a bike to follow some goddamn fake movie route that's not even humanly possible. It's about jumping on your bike and riding down an open road, of being confronted with a T-junction and thinking "What the hell!" and just going whatever damn way you please. You want to do a real Easy Rider tribute? Skip work for two weeks. Pick a random town in America. And ride there by whatever damn route you please. So no, Jax wasn't the biggest fan of the movie.<br><br>Didn't mean it didn't have a banging soundtrack though...<br><br><strong>"I like smoke and lightning<br>Heavy metal thunder <br>Racin' with the wind<br>And the feelin' that I'm under<br>Yeah Darlin' go make it happen<br>Take the world in a love embrace<br>Fire all of your guns at once<br>And explode into space"</strong><br><br>Jax didn't have any of his stuff in this bathroom... he normally had his showers in the other room. With a suspicious glance at the selection of beauty products, moisturisers, body lotions and god knows what. Seriously, what was wrong with soap? Or, if you're being really decadant maybe a combined hair and body shower gel. Jax wasn't quite the neanderthal Tig was, but he also was far from being a metrosexual... and barely even a modern man. Picking the bottle that looked least offensive... and included the fewest combinations of "invigorating", "refreshing", "exfoliating", "pure", "natural", "cleansing", "aromatic", "natural", "revitalising" and "hydrating" on the label, pouring a decent amount out, rubbing it together and lathering it on. He was enjoying this, this time to think while the warm water washed the sins of the day away. Until, through the beating of the showerhead, he heard the door open. Turning, he just had time to hear Shah's first words and see her pawing at the shower curtain... before he heard the toilet flush.<br><br><strong>"Oh sh..."</strong><br><br>The water temperature changed. Quickly. Which really wasn't that nice. Pulling the shower curtain back, Jax stuck his head out of the shower.<br><br><strong>"Jesus Christ woman, I heard you the first time. There was no need to... wait, what did you say?"</strong><br><br>Daddy D is in the hospital.<br><br>Oh shit.<br><br><strong>"Fuck, fuck. It serious?"</strong><br><br>Of course it's fucking serious Jax. The guy's in the hospital for fucks sake.<br><br><strong>"Fuck. Em... take the bike. I'll get on to Clay, but someone's already probably let him know. They'd better have let him know. Fuck." </strong> <br>&nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>05-05-2009, 21:24:57</strong>
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				If she was not busy trying to get Jax in on what was going on with him singing in the shower, she would but of course Daddy D came first before ragging on Jax's singing. Really, she could admit she was one of those private shower singers but it was one of those popular songs like 'Wicked Game' or even 'Get Down With The Sickness' but Jay, damn Jax he was at least putting a small smile on her face all the while dealing with Daddy D's shit. Singing 'Born To Be Wild' had to be one of the most cheesiest songs one could ever hope to sing and not get their asses razzed on. God, if she did not have to deal with heading back to San Fran, Shah was very tempted to tease the fuck out of Jax and even take pictures. Even now, she still had her iPhone in her hand and if she placed it on video, she could capture and upload Jax's singing skills to the whole youtube world. However, business came before pleasure, although she managed to mix the two with Opie but nonetheless business came first and she had to hit the road. <br><br>Still, she was fucking out of luck of razzing his ass especially with the best opportunity to see Jax deal with his pink room and she was going to miss out as she had to grab her things from the motel and head back to San Francisco. Any other time, she was glad to go back to her mother city but knowing this week was important only made her anxious. If she was a dog, right now, she was be one of those quaking little toy chihuahua's that had not been able to go take a shit in weeks and was shaking because of the need to go to the bathroom. At the moment she felt like one of those ridiculous damn dogs because who knew what could happen the next time Daddy D had a mini heart attack. Fuck, the next time, it might not even be a mini attack and instead turn out to be a full blown massive attack or stroke which could take Daddy D out permanently. <br><br>No.<br><br>Pull it fucking together, Shah. Pull it the fuck together because Daddy D needs your sociopathic ass Shah. No time to be crying like a bitch even thought you are technically a bitch. Get your emotions into one box, lock it down tight and throw it under the imaginary bed to deal with later. Now is not the time to start holwing like a fucking banshee for Christ's sake. Take a page out of Jax's book and just put on your fucking game face. There, harden the features a bit, tense your muscles, better and now take a deep breath and let it out. There we go, much fucking better. Now, get your ass in the game and deal with this shit so you can get Sergeant. Atta fucking girl. Now someone drop and give me a fifty. No, not fucking fifty push up's, a fifty bill, I need to get Shah some fucking aspirin and ice cream once this shit is over.<br><br>Right now, Shah went into working mode, her features shuttered, her eyes narrowed in on her target which was Jax's head as he popped out of the shower ready to get her from flushing the toilet and then waited for the bomb to hit him. When it hit, at least she was happy he was freaking out as much as she was on the inside. "It was another mini heart attack and Chucky wants me to come back to make sure nothing happens to Daddy D while he is in the hospital." Even now she hoped a few of the members were guarding the front door to Daddy D's room and a few were stationed outside the hospital sliding doors to watch out for any 09ers or Mayans trying to sneak their asses into the place. Not that hard to discern who was a doctor who looked haggard and worn out from a nineteen hour shift from a tattoed covered Hispanic wearing just a white coat and believing he could get away with it. Silly 09ers tricks are for kids. <br><br>Clay had to know about Daddy D's condition and at least give her the time to handle the shitstorm back home. Chucky with the constant calling had to have informed Clay in the last two hours of the trip from Indian Hills to Charming. Fuck, no wonder Clay was not blowing up her fucking phone to find out when the group would be back. It was never a fucking good thing to know someone who was close to another was in the hospital. The constant hospital trips were taking its toll on her no matter if she did not admit it to anyone and kept it hidden. Where most people would break down in front of people, Shah did it in the privacy of her own place with the blinds closed and the music on high. Daddy D was like her second father to her, almost her first though she paid respect to her adoptive father. If anything happened to him...no. Stop that shit. Again, she had to take another breath to calm herself down and keep her emotions under lock and key. <br><br>Daddy D was more important than going roid rage at the moment. No, she was not shooting up on steroids but hell anybody who got themselves angry enough could probably invoke the rage of someone who was on steriods. Even now, she could feel the need to lash out creeping its way up her spine but she smacked it back with an imaginary stick to the back of her thoughts. "Thanks, I need to go back to my motel, grab my shit but then I am going back to the club house to double check with Clay. Is it fine if I ask him if I can take one of you to make sure I come back in case Tig thinks I ran off never to be heard from again?," she asked at the same time she handed him a towel to cover up his naked bits. Not that she had seen cock, balls and pussies before but this was Tara's place and if Tara walked into the bathroom to tell Shah to get the fuck out of the bathroom at the same time Jax was naked, well, it became an unnecessary problem in Shah's eyes. Shah only had room to deal with Daddy D in the hospital and not a jealous girlfriend believing Shah was giving Jax a blow job in the bathroom.<br><br>Speak of the fucking devil.<br><br>"Shah, what is going on? Jax, is is everything fine?," she asked through the door as she jiggled the door knob. Shah was there to place herself against the door not in the mood to deal with another neurotic bitch. For now, she should be the only neurotic bitch until she headed out of Charming and gave it back to Tara to have once more. Crossing her arms over her chest, she rubbed at her forehead and shook her head. Fuck, could she at least get one day in Charming where she did not have to worry about something going wrong? Really, she would like to have a die when someone was not torturing her, wanting to gang rape her in the case of Alvarez or even possibly trying to get into a fight with her over some stupid male. Glancing up from her view of the bathroom floor, she looked to Jax hoping the male could wranggle his girlfriend so she could slip out and head back to the motel. Time was of the essence and right now time was on her ass.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>06-05-2009, 17:50:47</strong>
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				<strong>"Shit em, yeah. That's cool."</strong><br><br>Jax turned the shower off before grabbing the offered towel, quickl rubbing most of the excess water off before wrapping it around his gentlemans parts and stepping out of the shower. A soft sigh as Tara called out and began to batter on the door before calling back out.<br><br><strong>"It's all good babe. Some club stuff came up."</strong><br><br>Grimacing he grabbed another spare towel to finish drying himself off. There was a certain speed to his actions. Having a Club President in hospital wasn't just an issue for Shah... although he could imagine the pain and worry that was flashing through her and regretted that. A president in hospital could paralyse a Chapter... although he'd heard D wasn't exactly unused to this, so SOASAF could probably function without him in direct control... but it also painted a big red target for anyone with even the slightest greivence agaisnt the Sons of Anarchy as a whole. ATF wanting to swoop in on someone who was out of their mind with worry, hoping they'd make one small mistake. The Mayans, the 09'ers from Oakland, whatever Asian gangs roamed the streets of San Fran... all would take the chance to make a move. And worse... all would look to get a big red tick in the "Off'd a Sons of Anarchy Chapter President" column in their end of year review. Fuck that. This could be bad.<br><br><strong>"Little privacy please..."</strong><br><br>In different circumstances Jax wouldn't have given a fuck about Shah seeing him naked. Hell, he'd probably strike a pose, made one of his Adonis comments, probably ribbed her a little about how he'd already got her massaging his balls and running into bathrooms because she was so desperate to see him naked. But he wasn't going to crack a joke at a time like this and with his maybe, kinda, sort of, perhaps, no-one really has a fucking clue, could be girlfriend on the other side of the door, brazenly dropping the towel to pull on his clothes just didn't seem quite right. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>06-05-2009, 19:59:53</strong>
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				"Not like I have not seen any naked man, especially one who I grabbed by the balls," she muttered, knowing she could give Jax a list of recent people she managed to see naked before coming to Charming and even during this last week. Hell, she managed to see Opie naked who in comparing to was different from Jax. Opie was more stocky, his shoulders a bit wider and his waist a little fuller though his fucking body had been even better on top of her own clotheless one. With Jax, he had a leaner but toner look though the cigarette's must be helping in burning the fat from the food he ate along with the powershakes he drank in the mornings. He might look good now but once those fucking cigarette's caught up to him, well, another problem that was not hers to mull over. Daddy D was at the top of her list and knowing the time, she at least had a few hours before visiting hours were opened up but then again since the members had to be protecting Daddy at one in the morning, she could visit as soon as she arrived in San Francisco.&nbsp; <br><br>Shaking her head, Shah left Jax to put on his clothes as she slipped through the crack in the door she gave herself. Quickly, she shut the door behind her and managed to have herself pressed up a very upset and angry looking Tara. Once more, Shah had to calm herself down and repeat over and over that the bitch was not worth it at the moment. Her only concern should be Daddy D and not causing anymore trouble for Tara who looked like she caught Jax and her fucking one another. While Jax could be considered fuckable in her book, Shah and him were no doubt on the list of people under no circumstances were fuckable even if a few hundred shots were involved. For her, she put money she grated his nerves far too much especially with her way of thinking and speaking. Not her fault she was not emotionally needy and clingy like this bitch who looked close to bursting into tears thinking something happened between Jax and her in the span of a good minute.<br><br>Holding up her hands, she tried the best approach when it came to keeping dogs from biting her and it was to show her open palms out. "Did you hear Jax? Club stuff?," she answered before moving away to let Tara barrel inside to talk to Jax. Shah could not really make out the yelling Tara threw in Jax's direction but she figured it had to do with her barging into the bathroom as if she had a right to see Jax naked. Beautiful, just fucking beautiful. Even Opie and Chibs were eyeing her as if she just got out after giving Jax a hummer. What was it with these guys that thought she was going to be giving head to anyone? Shah had some dignity and a no-go list of males and female to keep away from. Jax was starting to inching his way into the top ten, number one being Daddy D because the man was more a father and it would feel incestous if she did anything. Besides, she never felt feelings for the man other than a daughter/father type.<br><br>"Needed to tell Jax that Daddy D is in the hospital and been called back to tie up a few strings," she answered as she snatched up her book bag from the floor where she dropped it in her haste to get rid of her filthy clothes off of her back. Not the only thing filthy was her unwashed body which would be remedied in San Francisco. If she had to, Shah would buy a packet of wipes and clean off the grime and dirt from her face in case it got to be that bad in smell. At least the men were not going to have to put up with her smell, maybe Daddy D but the bastard deserved a bit more kick to his ass for scaring the crap out of her. Chibs and Opie's went from wondering what the hell was up with Shah to shuttered frowns, each nodding and asking if she knew Daddy D's condition. Good to see these men on the ready to help her out considering the shit the three put themselves through. Quickly, Shah gave the needed information on Daddy D's health especially the fact he been in the hospital twice before. <br><br>Opie was the first to comment on the situation, "He needs to be careful before he ends up six feet under." Yes, Opie knew death firsthand and while he might not be close to Daddy D like Shah was, it was not an easy thing to swallow to hear a chapter President was not able to function as well. Damn, even Clay was starting to look a little worn out and it was only time before he stepped down and Jax stepped up. He was waiting for when the day it happened, Opie would know the Sons of Anarchy was going to be better than fine. As of now, the SoA was going down roads he was not up for but kept his mouth shut to keep himself from voicing it aloud and adding more trouble to his place. He still hated the fact Tig thought he had been a snitch for the ATF and even more considering Tig kept looking at him as if he should be sorry for something. Opie knew not what Tig was sorry for but it added suspicion to how SAMCRO was being run but as soon as Jax took over, Opie would back up SAMCRO even more than he was now. He only hoped Jax made it out of the bathroom with Tara screaming like a fucking banshee. That woman made Shah look like a fucking Angel and you know that was a hard thing to do.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>07-05-2009, 21:53:42</strong>
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				<strong>"Jesus Christ woman, keep it down would you!"<br><br>"... AND THEN THE BITCH JUST GOES BARGING IN PAST ME LIKE SHE FUCKING DESERVES TO BE HERE!"<br><br>"Tara, please, can you just quieten down for a minute?"<br><br>"... so she's wandering round your Clubhouse naked as the day she was born and now she just goes in to see you in the shower like it's a normal thing!"<br><br>"Tara, listen to me. It's been a strange fucking couple of days ok! Some strange, strange days... and todays been right fucking up there."<br><br>"So what the fuck is going on Jax. You trying to take me for a fool?"<br><br>"Club business."<br><br>"Come on Jax, you can do better than that. You can't hide everything behind saying "Club business" and pretending that's it. I'm a big girl, I know what goes on."<br><br>"Someone very important to the Club... and very important to Shah... needs her in San Fran. She was meant to be spending the week here, but this is a bit of an emergency."<br><br>"So she's gone?"<br><br>"Yeah, she will be."<br><br>"Good. You going to be coming back?"<br><br>"I'm probably going to have to stick around the Clubhouse a bit, but I can hopefully get away relatively early. Do you want me to come back? I don't want to disturb you before work."<br><br>"I wouldn't mind."</strong><br><br>Jax cracked his grin again, the worst of Tara's anger averted. He dropped the towel, Tara taking a second to admire him, before pulling on his boxers, jeans and a t-shirt. He had some clothes stashed around here, but now wasn't the time to go searching for them. Jax was a typical man... he knew exactly where everything he owned was... but generally that meant on the floor... and with Tara's tendency to "tidy up" it could take him far too long to find anything. Giving Tara a quick kiss he opened the door, running a hand through his still slightly damp hair.<br><br><strong>"You all set to go Shah?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>08-05-2009, 02:09:47</strong>
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				Even through the door, it seemed the yelling only got louder which was a cause for concern only because Shah wondered if she would get pulled into the domestic dispute. She really hated jealous bitches, especially the crazy ones who thought ever female wanted their male or even a glance to their man was a setting off for her to start trouble. Once more, Shah knew not why Jax was staying with this female but maybe she had some hidden qualities. Very secret qualities since the girlfriend was not really making a great impression on Shah and she thought there it was just her who felt that way about Tara. Chibs was shaking his head in embarassment while Opie tried his best not to let his facial expression inform the group how he thought the whole Tara and Jax situation. The two might not say it aloud but Shah knew both were not liking this turn of dramatics at this hour. She bet Chibs just wanted to show off the scratches on his back from the three women he fucked and Opie wanted to get back to his kids and make sure his mother was not upset for leaving her to look after the children at this hour.<br><br>"So, they going to take long in the bathroom?," she asked, curious to know if this was going to take a long time.<br><br>"Fuck, if I know," Chibs answered as continued to dry the water from his hair.<br><br>"Same here," Opie offered as he placed his hands into the front pocket of his jeans.<br><br>"Do you think the two are talking about the weather?"<br><br>"Fuck, if I know."<br><br>"Same here."<br><br>"You two love to use those words, don't you?"<br><br>"Fuck, if I know," Chibs answered but this time with a smirk on his face and Opie answered the same but he smiled in her direction. Nice to see him joking with her, maybe it was to keep her mind off of Daddy D and it worked for a good thirty seconds before she glanced back towards the closed bathroom door. Shah did not want to just head off without touching base one last time with Jax. Plus he was supposed to come back to her motel to pack her stuff, sign out and then head to the club to get the word back to Clay. At this hour either Clay was in bed with Gemma or maybe he was still at the club house just waiting to see what Shah wanted to do with the Daddy D situation. What she knew, Shah wanted to go back to San Francisco for just one day. If she stayed a few more days, she was liable to have her week put on the backburner and might not get a chance to finish it out for a few weeks, even months if Tig managed to get it into the club's head that women like her needed to be bitches and not running for Sergeant for women were emotional people who ran at the first sign of distress. <br><br>She was not emotional in the sense of bursting into tears but Shah was anxious to get back to San Francisco and check in on Daddy D. Once she saw everything was fine but not after she tore his eardrum a new one for scaring the fuck out of her, she would tie up loose ends and head back to Charming with a few days left to her week to be tested out. Already there were a few places she wanted to keep Daddy D hidden away while he got back to full health but it all took to seeing him in the hospital to determine his need of isolation from the population. It was better to keep him hidden from public eye while he recooperated and keep any attempts on his life squashed before it was taken to action. When she glanced up from the door to hear no more yelling and Jax heading out of the door, she let out a sigh of relief. Finally, she was not going to have to wait any longer for their lover's spat to end. "Yes, set and ready to go," she answered as she tied her hair back and up from her face. She could see Tara eyeing her from the doorway of the bathroom giving her the look most females gave to other females to let one another know to back the fuck off of their men. If she was not too concerned about Daddy D, she would have pissed Tara off further by winking or blowing a kiss behind Jax's head as she headed towards the front door but now was not the time to fuck around like this. Time to get to San Francisco. Time to go back home even if it was under dire circumstances. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>08-05-2009, 16:53:55</strong>
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				<strong>"Let's roll then. I can touch in with Clay if you want to grab your shit from the motel or we can both hit the Clubhouse."</strong><br><br>Pulling his cut over the t-shirt he was wearing he turned again, giving Tara a quick peck on the cheek.<br><br><strong>"Hopefully I'll be back in an hour or two babe. Thanks for all of this."</strong><br><br>Tara smiled back, although there appeared to be daggers in her eyes. Great. Another drama to deal with when he got back from the Clubhouse. While Daddy D's situation was going to take some of the heat away from the run today at some stage he was still going to have to talk about it... while Tig would no doubt try to turn anything he could into making Shah look like a slack-jawed yokel who was completely useless at actually doing anything. That was going to be oh such fun. Jesus, what a fucking week. He'd just wanted to keep his head down and work through it all... and now all this shit? Fuck. Life with the Sons certainly wasn't boring but just for once he'd actually quite like it to be.<br><br><strong>"What'd ya think Clay is going to do?"</strong><br><br>Jax glanced across at Opie as he spoke, a slight smile breaking on his face.<br><br><strong>"Fuck if I know." </strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>08-05-2009, 19:39:49</strong>
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				"Lets go back to the motel to grab my shit and head back together to the Clubhouse. Already, I can see your lovely Tig rolling his eyes," she answered, placing a hand over her heart and fluttering her eyelashes. Somehow, she felt Tig was going to be jumping all over this situation and trying his best to keep cracking at her background. The man was never going to stop with finding anything and everything dirty and juicy on her and well, she should give him props for that except it was the way he went about things which irritated the fuck out of her. Digging into her background to see if she had any associations with police enforcement was fine and she had not admitted to Tig or anyone other than Jax she almost married a cop but with Tig she could bet on him blowing it out of proportion. After the failed almost to be marriage she never went near cops unless it was to bail her hookers out of jail or show up at the courthouses in support of the other members. Though Tig would likely make it seem as if she was in still in touch with her ex-fiance and maybe even handing him over information. <br><br>Sure and she also gave information over to ATF and Alvarez, of course. <br><br>Oh and by the way Shah is an undercover FBI agent.<br><br>Really?<br><br>Fuck no, you dumb ass.<br><br>Shah was not an informant for any other MC and she was not an undercover agent. Why did everyone keep assuming that of her? It was really starting to piss her off knowing people would continue on questioning why she was in an MC. Could people not fathom that maybe a female did not want to be a trophy wife or become a hard core butch lesbian in San Francisco? Could people believe Shah wanted to be in the club because she loved the experience and not because she was under the influence of narcotics? Hell, it took Daddy D less time to accept her into the fold than it was actually getting breasts and ass when she hit puberty. Hell, going through her time of the month seemed a lot better than having to deal with Tig at the club house but she had to do it before she went off to San Francisco. All she had to do was think of ice cream, San Francisco and Daddy D's recovery and it would calm her ass down.<br><br>Outside in the night with the stars above, Shah patted herself down for the keys to the loaner bike. It would be hard getting through to Clay that she was going to come back to finish out her week but making sure he did not reschedule her time for another day. She came here for Sergeant and she planned on becoming Sergeant by the end of this week. This whole Daddy D in the hospital put a wrench in the machine but it was not going to go down without a fight. Shah was not going to go down without a motherfucking fight. Onto the bike and revving it up, she merely waited for Jax to get his ass going as she rubbed at her eyes. Already she drove and handled shit with the run and now she had to put her game face on for the trip to San Francisco. Whoever from SAMCRO was going to come out with her, the member would finally get to see Shah O'Hara in action in her own city with her own chapter club members. It might help or break her if they made any comments on how she handled things with Daddy D but she put that to the back of her mind for now. Deal with Daddy D and let the rest of the puzzle pieces fall into place.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>12-05-2009, 22:05:12</strong>
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				<strong>"Pumping his cock more like..."</strong><br><br>Jax knew what loss was like. And he knew what fear was in far more intimate depth. Not your everyday run of the mill fear... fuck that. Although, let it be said, Jax's definition of run of the mill, everyday fear was a little different to Joe Sixpack's. Busted by the cops and spending the rest of your days in Jail, everyone and everything you loved on the outside gone forever. Wondering whether today was the day your luck ran out as you cocked your weapon and aimed at whoever it was... bikers, gangsters, neo-fucking nazi's. Jax lived for an Outlaw Motorcycle Club. The entire point was that every day could be your last. Between the lifestyle of drinking till you passed out, eating as greasy a burger as humanly possible, fucking the nearest dirty biker slut and STD's be damned... between that and the short sharp danger when violence reared its ugly head the Sons of Anarchy wasn't something that raised your life expectancy.<br><br>No, the fear he knew about was more specific.<br><br>The fear of loss.<br><br>When years ago, when he had been a snotty nosed kid, wet behind the ears, enthralled by the life offered to him, hero worshiping his dad... when he had heard about his father having an accident. When he had heard about there being a crash. That was fear of loss... the fear that his father would be gone from him forever. When he had heard the condition his son was born with, when he knew he almostly certainly wouldn't make it. And when for that smallest of moments in Chapel, when he had been forced to consider what would have to happen if Op had turned rat... when he had to consider what could have happened to his closest friend.<br><br>So Jax knew all about the fear of loss.<br><br>Three distinct times. Twice he had been lucky. Once he hadn't.<br><br>Pulling his boots on before following Shah out, Jax buckled on his helmet, waiting for her to pull out before following behind her, Opie and Chibs behind. Tara's wasn't far from the Clubhouse and the way was simple... back the way they came and a quick ride down. Whatever happened tonight, Jax would be glad he would be back in Tara's arms by the end of it. For all her sins and for all the crazy shit the two had been through, what they had right there was something without loss.<br><br>Or perhaps, just of loss reclaimed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>14-05-2009, 00:07:34</strong>
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				Revving up the bike one last time, Shah pulled out of the driveway and drove off without looking behind at the others. What use was there in her trying to picture their faces?These people were not her family, not even close to the family she had in San Francisco. While everyone talked about Sons of Anarchy being a tight knit motorcycling family, could someone really and truly say every chapter was close to other chapters? Surrounding chapters may be close and know the in's and out's about other members but San Francisco chapter and the mother chapter were two different playing fields. Once she brought back one of the SAMCRO men, it was a whole new experience to see what chapters in metropolitan cities were like and for her, San Francisco was unique. San Francisco and Charming were not in the same league and for a SAMCRO to see Shah at play in the city would either help or fuck up her chances for Sergeant. She only hoped it helped with her image and the strength she had to take on the position. As long as it was anyone but Tig coming along, she was going to be able to keep her cool.<br><br>God, she really still could not believe Daddy D was pulling out these mini-heart attacks. She knew the next attack whenever it came around for him was not going to be a free pass. Nope, already she feared the worst for him if he continued to ignore the help given to him by the doctors. No one wanted to end up six feet under before their own time and for Shah she did not want to see Daddy D in the cemetery because she failed to help keep him out of the casket. If there was anything she could do, Shah was going to make sure everything was checked off god damn list even if Daddy D was not going to be enjoying eating celery and vegan burgers. If it meant he could add twenty more years to be President and lead the San Francisco chapter, Shah had no problem hand feeding Daddy D to make sure he ate healthy. He was not going to love it but ladee fucking da because it was more important to live for the club than to die because he could not even add a salad onto his dinner plate.<br><br>A salad was not going to kill him. Right? Better agree with me because Shah was not going to take no for an answer. To her, salads do not have to be fucking bland as long as the salad placed in front of Daddy was not fucking drenched in ranch dressing and hordes of goddamn cheddar cheese placed over the top of the salad. The greener the vegetables, better chance to get his weight and his cholesterol down. Hell, Daddy D could even have those honey nut cheerios and add in strawberries and bananas but it all depended on how to make the food look desirable to Daddy D. For Shah, it could be easy to dig into fruits and vegetables because of her kidney but she doubted Daddy D was going to go for grapefruit and pansy little grapes. Now if she took a page out of Jax's book and tried to hide the items in a shake, then it might fly under the radar. Now all Shah had to do was actually find suitable ingredients to throw into the blender all the while she rode her ass back to the motel.<br><br>Fuck, she could not believe she slept in this shitty place but then again she slept in a lot less hospitable conditions. At least the shower and bed did not give out on her like the motel she stayed in down in Tijuana. Anything was better than a Tijuana but the cockroaches and the stink of urine in the Charming motel were two things she was not usually found of if she could be honest on a motel comment card. A can of bugspray placed in each room was not going to kill the motel owner if it meant getting a bit more of a business but then again only the motel was used by cheaters or hookers so she should not be complaining about the environment. Shah fit right at home with being a bit of a whore for many things, money, power, position and sex. Any other situation she could have been trick on the San Francisco streets but with a bit of help from the club, she instead became a slight Madame for the SOASAF chapter and brought in money for SAMCRO too.<br><br>Yep, a whore. Would she ever become a whore for love?<br><br>Nah.<br><br>Who would want Shah as their own?<br><br>Maybe for quick fling or week long fuckfest but Shah knew her odds at finding someone to date her ass and it was slim to none. Now Shah was not basing her whole life on love or any of that bullshit because she managed to go on without amorous love with someone special after the whole police debacle. She did not need a man or woman to make her feel complete or felt loss without a man to protect this dainty female. Some women may feel there was nothing to live for unless their was a strong and testosterone pissing male to fix their cabinets and fuck them in the doggy-style position but it was not going to be a life devastating thing if Shah never found someone to put up with her shit. It would be nice to see someone wait up for her or to give a shit about what she did but the conversation she had with Jax on the first night in Charming confirmed that to be part of the SoA legacy was not an easy feat to take on for a member let alone for an outsider. Even now, she could see Jax was trying his best with the emotional Tara but Shah had her doubts. In her gut, she felt that Tara bitch was going to cause more trouble than it was worth.<br><br>Shah knew not how she felt that way but Tara was not going to bring Jax a lot of love in the end. Maybe it was the way the female eyed Shah back as if somehow Shah was a thread to Jax who needed to be taken out in any possibly way but Shah never really thought of Jax going for the uptight bitch who flipped a gasket if there were females around Jax. Men and women like Jax and her had images to uphold and while sure there was to be the expected crow eaters around Jax though Shah was not going to include herself into that mix because she fucked Opie on different guidelines than if she was a groupie but she doubted Jax was going to keep Tara around for long. Tara somehow always looked ready to drop and run anytime things got too heavy which was expected of outsiders. Outsiders and insiders never mixed well but Shah hoped to break through it one of these days once she ever made her mind up on changing a bit of her habits to attract decent men who could take what she had and not ask for more.<br><br>In and out she was out of the motel, not asking Jax to come inside because who in the fucking world wanted to enter into a rank hotel room? Oh right hookers and cheaters, she almost forgot. "Lets get back to the club and hope your dad does not send Tig off with me to San Francisco," she lightly said even though she prayed to any deity of Tig not being allowed to come along to San Francisco. The two might end up in the bay trying to throw one another over the Golden Gate Bridge in anger and spite. If she had to choose her picks to go along with her was Bobby, Chibs and Jax though Chibs and Jax seemed to be the likely contenders in her book because Bobby might not be up to sleeping in a small apartment or hospital room unlike Chibs and Jax. Only Clay could let her know who she was allowed to take back to see to it she was as good as she stated she was on paper and verbally.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>23-05-2009, 00:53:18</strong>
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				<strong>"Let's go then."</strong><br><br>While Shah had been gathering her stuff in the motel Jax had simply sat back on the bike, looking over this disreputable part of Charming with tired eyes. Not tired from lack of sleep… it had been a long hard day, but Jax had gone longer than this… harder than this. No… tired of life maybe. This life. No, that’s not right. For all his sins, for all the damage this life does, for all the shattered personal lives, for all the broken promises… he still wasn’t tired of this. Perhaps it was Charming that was tiring him out. It wasn’t a small town… but it wasn’t a big one either. The Sons of Anarchy preached freedom… but somewhere that had been lost, buried under meetings and regulations… and a whole lot of blood.<br><br>Perhaps Charming was a reflection of that. It held its blue collar roots dear to its heart, proudly preached its good ol’ Americana way of life. It had kept the corporations out… the people who ran Charming lived in those dusty streets. Oswald ran the legitimate front of Charming… had more money than most people could dream about… but still he lived in Charming. Yes his street may be less dusty… and yes it may seem a different world to this vile motel… but it was still Charming. Charming had thrown up the walls against the multi-national corporations, against the Pepsi’s and the Coca-Cola’s of this world… the Burger King and the Taco Bells. No doubt some scenester, fuelled by some self-righteous fire of anti-capitalist sentiment would declare that perfect… that this should be the way the world was, local jobs for local people, local produce and local businesses.<br><br>Spare me.<br><br>They don’t have to live here.<br><br>You see, that shell that had protected Charming from outside influences… it had suffocated it. It had choked it. Charming didn’t change. To others it would perhaps seem delightful that a place you remembered from your childhood was still there. That the place you bought candy as a child was the same place you brought smokes as a teen… was the same place as you got your first six pack as a man and the place you got your hot chocolate as an OAP. That the burger you loved as a child was still there to be bought 30 years later. That the bars were the same, that everything was the same. It wasn’t it was stifling. One place maybe. Yes, one place would be all right. One bar that never changed… one shop maybe. But a whole town? Whole generations locked together in this slow rotting place? What innovation was there in Charming? What was there to get excited about? What changes?<br><br>So Jax’s eyes were tired. Once upon a time… it may have been yesterday… it could be 6 years ago… he couldn’t look at these streets without a surge of pride. Happiness. It was his home and it was with that pride that he had gone about learning it. There was barely a street he couldn’t name… that he couldn’t name the residents of… couldn’t name the family pets of… couldn’t name the crimes and gossip that went on behind those doors… couldn’t list the damn potholes in the fucking road. And one day… it may have been yesterday… it could be 6 years ago… he realised it wasn’t pride that he felt anymore. It was… well… Jax couldn’t rightly say. Perhaps regret. Perhaps contempt. Perhaps just a great sadness that so little was changing that despite all the shit he got up to with the Sons, despite all the crazy fucking madness that occurred he could still list those fucking potholes.<br><br>Ah Jax, what will we do with you?<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>26-05-2009, 04:46:34</strong>
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				While Jax might think of his town as stifling, for Shah she thought of other things when it came to her city. Maybe it was because she only knew San Francisco for most of her life and rarely stayed too long in other cities but San Francisco was the only city for her. Just a few days spent in Charming made her wish for her loft apartment even if it was a place she rarely got to see much of anymore. Most of the time, like Jax's room in the clubhouse she had a room in the San Francisco club house. There, she spent most of her time planning things together and making sure it went off without any problems. Hell, Chucky almost joked that the club house could become a true house for her to live in if she did not mind walking around barefoot. Even Shah knew walking on any surface in San Francisco other than her loft apartment was a potential to catch a disease. What? San Francisco was known for its openness of every type of sexuality but it was also known for carrying a slew of sexually transmitted diseases. Shah did not want to lose her life to a virus she could have prevented if she made sure someone was wearing the rubber on their cock before coming anywhere near her. Even Opie was made to use condoms which was fine with him as far as she heard from his grunts and curses when he came. <br><br>San Francisco, known for its many things and was all of what Shah wanted. Hell, it beat out the best places she dreamt of riding out towards. France, Spain, Ireland, various places in Europe she wanted to visit but if she made Sergeant at Arms, she would be tied further to her city. The downside to her becoming Sergeant At Arms because how could she keep up the rules if she tried to take a vacation to relax and unwind? Not going to happen if she got the position for her life would have to change further to accommodate the club. Not as if she already gave up a lot but it might cut into her time to do a few of the things not related to the club. Shah's part-time job reading and critiquing a few books in a small up and coming business might be scaled back but she was not about to drop a gig which kept her grounded to what she put herself through in college. The others may have razzed her for wanting a college education and Jax may not believe a female like her could handle the club and earn a college degree in six years but it only showed she could multitask like it was no ones fucking business. If Jax was picked to go with her to San Francisco, he would find out that she did more than fuck and curse at people and aid her in getting the position.<br><br>Now, if only she did not have to worry about Daddy D then she could worry about other trivial things like whether or not Opie was going to start talking to the others about his time with her. Shah bet he would not but one never talked sober until a few drinks went into their system and by then everyone knew everything about the drunk bastard. For her, whenever a few drunks went into her which was rare nowadays, she could be a bit amorous and bossy. Alright, she turned into a bossy horndog but hey, no one complained did they? If they did, shove it up their asses. What, she was having to deal with Daddy D and her mood soured a bit now that she had to inform Clay of her trip back to San Francisco and possibly having to fight even harder just to keep this week open for her testing. Clay could possibly give her the chance to fix things in San Francisco but who knew what Tig might start up behind her back. No matter how hard she tried to keep her mask in place, remind her of Tig and his actions towards her the last few days and it would set her off into a rage which distracted her from her true goals. Men like Tig were not going to get her fucking goat even if she knew how easily men like him pissed her off and made her wish she could garrote him with her necklaces. All she had to do was calm the fuck down and think of things in listing order.<br><br>First order of business was alerting Clay of her departure to San Francisco. Not bad in her opinion since she had every intention of coming back to finish. Second on her list and this one was important as well was taking a suitable SAMCRO member back to San Francisco with her to verify her promises and watch her in action in San Francisco. Not a bad thing considering there were a few SAMCRO members she could deal with and if she had to pick and choose either Jax and Opie were likely candidates. Opie and her could continue fucking though it might get complicated with her having to deal with Daddy D and Chucky's need to find out who she was fucking with in her life. These two men were hell bent on making sure her ass was not fooling around with any undercover cop or even with known rival members no matter if San Francisco was open to all types of people. Even an MC in San Francisco had its standards and its standards made sure not even the females and males in the group were dating the wrong type of people. <br><br>What? Could you really see an MCer with a preppy bitch barbie who yapped on her latest cell phone and held a tiny poodle named Tinkerwet? <br><br>Thought so.<br><br>Right now, Shah was not thinking about people she could date. Instead, she was thinking of what exactly to say to Clay as she made her way down the roads towards the SAMCRO clubhouse. After she straddled the loaner bike and headed out, she continued to think over the right words. Words which could help get her point across and keep Tig's trap shut. A trap shut worked better for her cause and once she was back with Daddy D to clean up the mini-heart attack mess she would be back in Charming to finish out her days. Somehow, she sort of thanked Daddy D for the slight attack though she hated to see it head down this avenue to give her a breath from the SAMCRO men and women. Well, she had yet to meet the infamous Gemma but if Tara was anything like Gemma or if Gemma had any influence on how Tara reacted then she was going to need to keep her comments to herself or at least keep the sunglasses on. "Alright, let us get to it," she muttered as she found the clubhouse lot up ahead and managed to pull the loaner bike in without breaking out into the shakes on what exactly she might have to loan to get her back to San Francisco. Hell, Tig might tell her to hitch a ride on the road and she would have to...no. She was not about to think of Tig at a time like this but she had to think about her options in who to take with her to San Francisco. Bobby? Prospect? Tig? Chibs? Opie? Jax? Decisions, too many fucking decisions. Shah rather wished she had to decide on what to dream of tonight than that but oh fucking well.<br><br>Yes, Fate was planning on making sure Jax went to San Francisco. In fact, it seemed San Francisco was gearing up for the usual summer holidays this year and for one odd reason or another there were plans of a pink party to happen the morning Shah came back to San Francisco. Is that not a fucking coincidence? Party and see Shah in her element, who would have fucking thought?
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>07-06-2009, 00:35:52</strong>
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				<em>All across the nation such a strange vibration<br>People in motion<br>There's a whole generation with a new explanation<br>People in motion people in motion<br><br>Don't call it a comeback<br>I been here for years</em><br><br>Now, who saw that 1-2 coming? <br><br>Not exactly traditional is it? Not likely to be the latest soundtrack to well, anything. Not likely to see the two cross-faded into each other. Then again, I’ve heard the Grey Album (Jay Z’s Black Album and The Beatles White Album mixed), and that’s pretty incredible, so what does anyone really know? Two things that really shouldn’t have anything to do with each other being brought together to form some greater whole…<br><br>And talking of two things that should never have been put together…<br><br>…<br><br>…<br><br>…<br><br>…<br><br>You all thought I was immediately going to cut into a quick (or not so quick) discussion of Shah and Jax, of their relationship and their (short) history. Probably give some psuedo-deep insight and all that jazz. And I have to admit, it was my first thought as well… it’s a fairly natural point to jump in. It’s the expected point. There’s been an introduction, I’ve put some meta-commentary in, and right there I can cut back from doing the literary equivalent of the voiceover at the beginning/end of each episode of your favourite TV drama (hint hint) and cut straight to the action.<br><br>…<br><br>…<br><br>…<br><br>…<br><br>…<br><br>But that would be the natural point. The expected point. The normal point. And there if there’s anything we’ve learnt so far it’s that there’s little normal about Jax or Shah… and certainly nothing normal about the pair together. You’ve got some flame haired badass from San Francisco who’s managed to make her way into the upper echelons of a fraternity normally known for their distrust of women while also keeping her parents at least somewhat onside, making her way through Uni and running a not inconsiderable chunk of San Fran’s not inconsiderable vice industry. And Jax… well he went to work for his step dad, had a girlfriend run off on him and got a drug fiend pregnant. Doesn’t sound that impressive in retrospect does it? But he did kill a Fed and got away with it… well so far… and he did organise blowing up a whole load of militia types… which means he’s not getting any of the Ron Paul vote, but we’ve all got to make sacrifices.<br><br>So, anyways, not exactly the pair you see on America’s Top Ten households… more Springer than Oprah. I’m sure you all get my meaning. So this isn’t a usual couple (although Shah would smack me for using that word… and Jax would give one of his “death-stare” glances) and so I feel like I’m allowed to skip some standard thematic devices… and point out with joyful abandon and glee that I just skipped them. Wonder why so joyful? You spend two weeks where the closest to the literary word you’ve got is describing in great detail the working of Public Offerings of Securities and you’ll come over all verbose and overly grand as well.<br><br>Where were we?<br><br>Oh, I remember.<br><br>I was waiting for a natural moment to cut into the action as Shah led the way from Tara’s house to that den of infamy, the SAMCRO Clubhouse, Jax having given a soon to be broken promise to return to Tara’s that night. Sorry to ruin it for everyone who’s watching/reading… but we all knew it was going to happen. Well, other than Jax, but he gets the benefit of plot induced stupidity… and he doesn’t realise he’s a character.<br><br>Don’t go onto TV tropes to look for examples of the term. It’s worse than Wiki… you’ll go on looking for the most basic of things and 14 hours later you’ll be a sort of expert on the Napoleonic Wars. Or, in Tropes case, the leading examples of the Girls with Guns.<br><br>Where were we?<br><br>Pounding down the quiet streets of Charming, a sense of forbidding over the entire group. Not danger per-say, but a sense that these times, they be a changing. What a perfect moment to drop these tangents and go back into the narrative…<br><br>No.<br><br>No.<br><br>Still holding out.<br><br>Why do we always say “Where were we?” Well, I guess the saying comes from conjured images of a loving parent telling their children bed time stories, the little nippers there in perfect striped blue pyjamas, the parent all smiley faced and looking like an advert out of the 50’s for the perfect family life. So, it becomes embedded into the common parlance, and the next thing we know we’re all asking where were we. Not that Jax or Shah would appear in the bed time story… not unless you want your children to be declared wards of the state…<br><br>Because as far as Jax is concerned, this isn’t a “where were we”… no… this is a “where are we?”<br><br>And ain’t that the million dollar question?<br><br>Shah had lead the group away from Tara’s house, Jax’s unknowingly soon to be broken promise still fresh on his lips, a strange sense of foreboding hanging over him… and… if he could be honest probably some of the others too. And he couldn’t quite place it… which really really really pissed him off. Jax was a thinker… although he kept that hidden well enough… but he was also a creature of instinct and his gut had got him out of trouble more times than he could remember. That said, it also got him into trouble a fair amount as well… but we’ll leave that part out. Regardless, his gut was saying this wasn’t going to end well… and the worst thing was… he wasn’t quite sure how it couldn’t end well for him. Clay says enough is enough, that Shah needs to get home, but she’s good to be Sergeant at Arms… well, San Fran gets a competent SaA. Clay boots her ass out… well, it’s not good… but it’s no skin off his nose. Clay tells her she has to stay? Like fuck Shah was going to do that… she’d be back to San Fran checking on Daddy D and probably being SaA behind the scenes… although San Fran would have to keep it on the down low. But no great hassle for Jax again. And there’s no fucking way they’d send him to watch over her if Clay did want her to have a babysitter/observer (delete as necessary… or if Shah catches you reading this…). He’d been looking after her since she got here, hell, he’d gone down to pick her up in the first goddamn place. No chance he got sent out to San Fran… he had shit to do.<br><br>(Plot induced stupidity remember…)<br><br>But this feeling deep in his gut wouldn’t go away… and as much as he’d like to blame it on that steak he’d had back in Indian Springs he couldn’t. It hadn’t been a good steak… but it hadn’t been that bad either… and this was the save feeling he’d had just before he’d spoken to Tara that last day… when her decision had been made that she was leaving Charming… or that day he’d spoken to his Dad.<br><br>No, it wasn’t that bad… but there was still definitely something there that he wasn’t too happy about… now if only he could know what…<br><br>As the convoy pulled into the Clubhouse Jax was one of the first to get off his bike, the helmet taken off and slung on the handles, a slight stretch… that little stretch he always seemed to do whenever he got on and off the bike: humans are creatures of habit if nothing else. Pushing open the door the took the few steps needed to carry him into the interior… and was almost immediately mugged.<br><br><strong>“Thank God Jax! Where the fuck were you?”</strong><br><br>Disentangling himself from his mother’s arms Jax gave her a weary smile, although a hint of that grin he used so often was there.<br><br><strong>“Yeah, I’m good mom. All safe and sound…”</strong><br><br>His voice was slightly tired, matching the smile. It had been a long day when all was said and done, a long days riding and fighting, exchanging war stories and eating shit steak. The shower had perked him up a bit, but it wasn’t enough. Especially as the shroud of business hung over this gathering. Everyone was here, stood or sat around the Clubhouse, all clearly killing time until their guest and her bodyguards arrived back. He’d thought it would be a debrief and a bout of drunken debauchery… a night of drunken debauchery he could have quietly slipped away from and back to Tara’s place. But the news from San Fran, that wasn’t happening.<br><br>It only took one look into Gemma’s eyes to see that she desperately wanted to talk more… probably some of her half scolding rebukes about keeping him safe, probably make some inappropriate comments about Clay… Shah… the Mayans… the Nords… God, anyone she could lay her acid tongue on. But Gemma had grown into the woman she was around the Sons. She knew when it was time to keep that mouth shut and when it was time to launch into one of her offences… and this was the time to keep it shut.<br><br><strong>“So, let’s get this done…”</strong><br><br>There were dirty whispers going around the Club that Clay was losing it. That he didn’t ride as often, that his arthritic fists meant he couldn’t do any wet work, that his grip, his control had slipped. That the failed deal with the Mayans which led to the feud with the 09’ers had weakened him… and that the death of Donna had finished him. That these days Clay didn’t so much run the Club as it ran itself, people doing whatever they wanted… but that they all wanted the club to keep going.<br><br>Jax didn’t pay much attention to those rumours. And even if he did, even if every word of them was true and Clay was fading out, a lame duck president who should step aside it didn’t take away from one single fact;<br><br>He could still dominate a room like virtually no-one else.<br><br>His smoke wreathed figure was leaning on the bar, eyes still keen. Time and illness may have stripped his body of the bulk he carried in his youth, but those eyes hadn’t changed yet. If there wasn’t an animal cunning behind them, if there wasn’t the fruits of years of experience there you would never be able to tell by looking into those eyes. The hair may be greyer, the beard streaked with silver, but those eyes remained… and flickered over to Shah as she came in behind Jax.<br><br><strong>“I know you’ll want to get back to San Fran, so we’ll do this quickly.”</strong><br><br>It was clear this wasn’t a conversation or a discussion… this was Clay laying down the law. Just as the eyes hadn’t changed, neither had the voice… still gravely, still deep, but still booming with command and control. Charming was Clay’s kingdom and this place was his throne. In situations like this Clay’s word was law… and everyone was well aware of that.<br><br><strong>“From what I know of you and Daddy D, he’s more than just a President for you, and we won’t stop you going back. I hope and think everyone would do the same for me.”</strong><br><br>For a half second it looked like Tig was about to make a comment about how exactly Daddy D was “more than a president” to Shah, but even he grasped that this really wasn’t the time.<br><br><strong>“Someone suggested to me that we simply send you back and postpone the evaluation until you’re ready to come back down again. Someone else said we should simply fail you for not showing dedication to the Sons by running back to San Fran.”</strong><br><br>Two guesses who that last suggestion was from… and you won’t need the second.<br><br><strong>“But the Sons of Anarchy are a family. Just as we offered Happy a seat at our table when he went nomad to look after his mother, we will not punish someone for doing the same. And I cannot justify leaving San Francisco without a Sergeant at Arms until we can arrange for you to come back to try out again.”</strong><br><br>A slight pause as he took a deep drag from the cigar, the smoke still drifting around him.<br><br><strong>“Nearly everything Jax has said about you has been positive. The picture he paints is of competence and skill with perhaps a tad too much fire. But I trust his judgement, and it seems he thinks your pretty close to the time when we have to make a decision one way or the other. Which means we’re sending one of ours down to San Fran to watch over you. See how you do there, they like what they see, they report back and you’re that step closer to being Sergeant.<br><br>So… that leaves the issue of who to send. It’s not going to me, Elvis or Piney. We’ve all got too much shit going on here to bug out. Not going to be Juice, we need him here to run the tech side of things. I barely trust prospect not to piss himself, let alone actually make it to San Fran and back again. I guess there’s Tig, Chibs and Opie.</strong><br><br><strong>Opie’s not going. He’s got two kids who need him. Chibs ain’t going. Half the time I can’t understand what the damn Irish are saying down the phone. So that leaves Tig to go with you Shah…”</strong><br><br>Drag out the pause…<br><br>Drag out the pause…<br><br>Drag out the pause…<br><br>Drag out the pause<br><br>Keep dragging the motherfucking pause out…<br><br><strong>“But that would be a fucking stupid idea. So Jax, you and Shah seem to getting along pretty fucking well… you’re watching her…”</strong><br><br>You know that feeling I was talking about earlier?<br><br>Yeah, that would be it…<br><br>Words can’t describe how Jax’s face fell when he heard those words…<br><br>So I won’t.<br><br>Suffice to say he was about to protest most vehemently, before a simple raised hand from Clay silenced him. Jax could and had pushed the barriers before, but Clay wasn’t having any of it.<br><br><strong>“And that’s that.”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>15-06-2009, 23:06:20</strong>
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				Has anyone ever wanted to take a peek into the mind of a woman? Aww, come on, I know you want to see just what makes a female tick and what gets her off. First order, remember to never forget the chocolate and ice cream. Men and women can usually get out of arguments with other woman if one brought chocolate and ice cream. Fuck, if Osama had been a woman and Bush merely gave a couple quarts of ice cream and chocolate, no troop would have ever lost their lives to the war. However, leave Bush with ice cream and the asshole might eat all of the ice cream before it ever made its way to Osama. Hell, she would not be surprised at all. Alright, where was this explanation going towards? Well, it had to deal with the fact Shah wondered if Clay was trying to play games with her by sending off Jax. Jax and her were fine but honestly, she bet Jax wanted to be back at his place trying to work things out with his girlfriend than to be stuck with her in San Francisco. The way Tara kept eyeing her down, she put money the bitch thought Shah was trying to steal her man away from her. No offense but Jax and her were better off as enemies than lover. The way she acted, Jax would have gotten as far away from her in a relationship than with his emotionally stunted girlfriend. Hell, even Tig could be someone she could handle...<br><br>Wait.<br><br>Maybe.<br><br>Perhaps.<br><br>No.<br><br>Yes.....<br><br>Alright, no, she could not handle it if Tig came along for the trip to San Francisco. We have already established how Tig and her are two wet cats in a bag, well, two wet cats with shivs and guns in a bag but one can get the point of the metaphor. Tig and her placed together was a recipe for disaster. Opie was the first option though considering how he acted after being fucked and pushed to the side, Daddy D might catch onto what happened. One thing Daddy D was against was bringing unnecessary problems within the ranks. He already had a fit over the fact Chucky and her fooled around in the beginning of her stint as a Prospect. Not her fault she did not know any better. Alright, alright, she knew better but she rather blame the fact she fell into Chucky's bed on naiveness rather than her own body not listening to her brain. Chucky and her were fine now but if she brought Opie along Chucky had the ability to spill beans on how he was the first to fuck Shah once she made full member. Oh yes, she could see it now with Chucky teasing or even taunting Opie with details and then trying to get out of it by informing Opie the two were friends. Sometimes she enjoyed Chucky's friendship and other times he really wanted to push her buttons. Hell, he might even use 'pushing Shah's' buttons as a dirty joke. Bastard.<br><br>She can kill with a smile<br>She can wound with her eyes<br>And she can ruin your faith with her casual lies<br>And she only reveals what she wants you to see<br>She hides like a child<br>But she's always a woman to me<br><br>Oh, John Barrowman how he managed to write a beautiful song about Shah. At this moment in time, she could easily have been his inspiration. How many times had she smiled just before she gutted someone for the club? Three. Wounds with her eyes? Well, if one could count the glare she gave a male who tried to pick her up in the middle of the street the count up was five. Ruin one's faith with her casual lies was the best thing to do. She especially enjoyed fucking around with homophobes and priests who shouted about homosexuality being the devil's work. In San Francisco, it was a rare thing to find a priest or a church against homosexuality. However, she did enjoy those who came to picket every year at the Gay Pride Week in June. She wondered how any of the men who would be assigned to go with her since Gay Pride was this coming weekend. Would each and one of them start to get uncomfortable if a drag queen hit on them? Or even had a few gay males in assless chaps trying to cope a feel? Oh, she could see Prospect blushing furiously as a pack of beautifully dressed Drag Queen swooned over him and tried to get him to buy them all a round of martini's or to have a massive orgy. <br><br>Let us see, we have talked about Jax, Opie, Tig and Prospect if any of them came along to San Francisco. Who do we have left? Bobby, Chibs, Juice, Piney and Clay. Clay had too much to do here to come out for a day or so in San Francisco. Hell, he might have a heart attack if he notices two male SAFSOA members making out in the corner of the club house. Not to say everyone was shoving their tongues down one another's throats but once in a while people could get a bit ornery. What? It was difficult to figure out who was straight and who was gay because both types in San Francisco were known to dress up or dress down. Last time, a female dressed in an Old Navy suit turned out to be a cunt loving lesbian when Chucky tried to put the moves on her in a bar she mistakenly thought of as a lesbian bar. The bar of course had been called 'Clam Stop' but the bar owner named the bar before the San Francisco gay scene overwhelmed the city. The owner already had t-shirts and the name of the bar on the stools, glass and on the glasses which meant he had to stick with the name or spend thousands of dollars changing the bar's name and merchandise.<br><br>What about Piney? Oh no, leave Piney at home with Clay. She rather not have to deal with two sick men in San Francisco. The way Piney was sucking back the oxygen and knowing he was Opie's father was a recipe for a fucking disaster. Oh yes, she could see Piney asking her point blank if Opie and her was fucking each other. Not the best conversation to have with Opie's father and even more so with Daddy D around. Daddy D already had to deal with his mini heart attack and it was bet not to give him another reason to go into cardiac arrest. She had plans to bury her time with Opie far enough into the back of her head that even she would not believe she fucked Opie too. Yes, bury those memories deep down inside and never let them out. It worked for most people and it worked for her when it came to forgetting about her experiences in the group homes and adjusting herself to her new environment with her adoptive parents. Hell, if anyone ever took a crack at wanting to psychoanalyze Shah it might become into one of those FX TV series. Take a dash of 'It's Sunny In Philadelphia', add a pinch of 'Rescue Me', pour in a lot of 'The Shield', throw in some 'Nip/Tuck' to pump up the sexual tension and desires and stir it all in a 'The Riches' cauldron. Was she missing anything from her ingredient list? Nah.<br><br>Stir the god damn soup all together and it could be her life give or take a few shitty episodes especially the final episode of the Shield. How could she think about these things at a time like this? Shah could have thought about Daddy D and his condition but it only depressed her. The old man needed to take care of himself because the way he acted up, he might as well get his fucking funeral ready. Funerals and Shah did not mix well especially when it came to burying one of their own. The last funeral she went to she missed and now she found out courtesy of Opie himself it was for his wife. See, she did not know about the funeral being for Opie's old lady or she might have gotten a better reading of who to be careful around and not to mouth off especially with Jax. Hell right now, she put money someone was fucking with her and trying their best not to discuss about Jax and her but somehow talking about shitty music and trying their best to write as much as fucking possible. She could go on speaking about a myriad of shit especially when it came to music and literature. Oh yes, she could go on and on about books and make sure it related in some way to her life or somehow make it not. <br><br>Make it not? Who the fuck talks like that? Really who speaks without a few contractions in their speeches? I swear, this female could be a robot where it not for her multitude of fucking problems. Not only does she have a diploma from a school but she has man problems which helps to even out the scales. Not one person could be perfect though there were always two people who fit into one complete person. Take a look at the good couples in the world. Ben and Jerry. Rome and Juliet up until those two idiots committed suicide but then again at least the two got to fuck the first and last time with one another. Ahh, teenage love was the purest type of love. What? It is true. Think about it: Teenagers never have to worry about bills, marriage, house payments, moving in together, a slew of things people in adult relationships have to deal with in the long run. Teenage lovers know nothing about how a relationship can become complicated because the only thing to complicate it is who will hang up the fucking phone on a three hour conversation or how long to make out in public before it slides into public indecency. Teenage love was the best type and Shah needed to have a type of teenage love even if it was for a few days. <br><br>What? She needed a bit of love in her life even though whoever was enjoying drawing out the story needed to get a hand job. Really, why keep drawing out the fucking storyline by talking about lyrical shit about making a comeback. You want a comeback how about fucking Bob Hope or Marilyn Monroe coming back from the dead to put on one last great show or movie before collapsing into a bag of bones. Fuck, even I still think JFK had something to do with Marilyn's death but no one listens to motherfucking Fate. Yes, Fate, thought I was some pokey dunk writer behind a laptop screen in a Starbucks listening to emopunkrock and sucking back mochalattefrapgrandebullshit drink? Nah, this Fate had to break in between Shah's own thoughts and comments to add my own two cents into this whole storyline between Jax and Shah. Whoever the other guy was who started to talk about Shah and Jax's personalities needed to give me a call because even there are some things he needs to add into the whole fucking spiel that is Jax/Shah pairing. Again, whoever thinks these two need to get a fucking room and get it over with say, 'Aye'.<br><br>Fucking 'Aye'.<br><br>Really now, these two are starting to get even on my fucking nerves. The way the two bicker if someone was truly into romance novels and I mean those really trashy and horribly bad novels like Nora Roberts or anything with an image of Fabio on the cover holding a fainting or swooning buxom female can tell there is something brewing between the pair. Yes, it may take a bit more to get them to see there is the possibility it is all in my head but come on, those two somehow fit together even if it took a bit of hacking off extra sides of the jig saw piece to fit. Who cares if it is the natural, expected or normal point? So, Jax and Shah are not normal but it does not mean I cannot talk and comment about these two idiots in the usual way. Yes, these two are idiots in their own special way. Jax somehow gets himself involved with emotionally dependant women when he needs to fucking grow up. Sure, he has a man's body but his emotions are that of a fucking sixteen year old, no, better make it eighteen to put him at some sort of a legal status. As soon as Tara left his ass to head off to Chicago, his brain must have forced his emotions to shut down and go into hibernation. Even now, she put money this fucker was barely starting to wake up and notice how fucked up his love life was along with his life.<br><br>How can a man not know he was going to get hitched to a druggie ex-wife? Come on people this is fucking cliche. Check all the vital places a drug addict might shoot up including the gums, between the fingers and toes. God, even I could have pointed out who could potentially become addicted to drugs. At the moment, I put down two hundred dollars Opie is going to go on something to keep him going through all of this and maybe even Tig to cope with the fact he murdered Opie's wife. What? You did not know as you read through all of this Tig murdered Opie? My-fucking-bad. Well, not really because what man like Tig would stop at raping underage Mexican woman? Nope, he would even go as far enough to harm Opie but mistakenly off his old lady and not even man up to it. What a fucking loser. Yes, there is really nothing horribly that can be said to Tig that has not be said before but I feel loser is one he has not heard enough of in his life. He might have gotten the usual asshole, dickhead, bitch, fucker, motherfucker, cocksucker and a slew of even horrible words but the less than noted loser, ass, assface, idiot, bozo and so forth never thrown his way. What can I say, I enjoy being the unique individual in throwing out insults because I am Fate fuckers.<br><br>Plus just like the one who got away with not going with the normal route, thought to carve out my own niche though it may look as if I am merely going off of his own. For now, let us blissfully say I am doing my own thing before you really get me angry and I slice off your nut sack. Oh how Shah would high five my ass right now if she ever knew about the incident in Georgia. Even now, Georgia police are still trying to figure out who gutted the....let us get back to the story shall we? Seems rambling on and on can be a big time waster and does not add to the storyling but oh, I am adding to it. Giving lot of information even now about how Shah could be wooed and charmed. If Chucky the horny bastard could get into her pants, Jax had a bigger luck at it than most men thought on first meet. Might not have been the best time to meet Shah but it helps to quicken the courting process. Courting process for the idiots who do not understand is where, you know what, look the shit up in a dictionary or something because right now we need to talk about how Shah has her own fuck ups in her love life and regular plain old life as well.<br><br>Now do not get me started on Shah but how about we get back to what was going on right now with her? She was thinking of which person might go with her to San Francisco as she entered into the bar. Correct? Alright, we can talk more shit on Jax later but let us see how Shah is going to react to the next few things in the bar. Well, she looks a bit hesitant about going inside and is even biting her nails. Anymore biting of her nails and she was bound to get down to the nub. Someone should smack her for doing so but it seemed she figured it out on her own and placed her hand down. It was time to face the fucking music and head on out even quicker from this place to San Francisco. There was no use in prolonging the answer to her question about who was going to head off to San Francisco with her. All she hoped was for Tig to be too busy banging whores or trying to figure out how many cunts he could fuck in a day to accompany her to San Francisco. Shah was even praying to any God who still listened to her vents for assistance in keeping Tig out of the pool of members to ride with her tonight. Yes, we have established her hatred of Tig and how it could easily get into the murdering zone if those two kiddies were forced to play together. Yes, we know all about this but it must be said over and over in case their is an absolute idiot who does not understand or pretends to think these two will ever find themselves in bed together. So anyone who thinks Shah is going to end up in Tig's arms at the end of this story, whenever this fucking story will end is so out of fucking luck and should exit out of this twining of Jax and Shah's fate right now. Go on, click on out of here and let us get back to Shah watching Jax get embraced by his mother. Shoo. <br><br><em>“Thank God Jax! Where the fuck were you?”</em><br><br>Aww, so this must be the infamous Gemma, Shah thought as she kept her hands at her sides. Badly, she wanted to chew on her nails and find out the verdict but she remembered the lessons given to her by her mother. Never bite her nails unless she wanted to end up with bloody fingers and useless to her in a gun fight. Think about it, if her fingers were throbbing from the pain of her chewing on her nails until the nailbeds were bloody, it would distract her from getting a good shot in. She might need her gun in case Gemma turned around and noticed the female behind Jax who was not Tara. There were stories about Gemma, especially the one about her cracking a female in the nose with a skate board because she had a fling with Clay back in Indian Hills. Hell, the woman even screamed at Clay in the police station and there were words such as, 'not my cunt' thrown about. How did she know? Opie can sure fucking talk when he gets a few orgasms out of the deal. He talked about a few things but he was smart enough never to speak too much about certain items. Now she had to keep her own mouth shut and watch what was going to happen with Clay's decision. Hopefully, fucking Tig had not whispered a few things in his ear to sway his choices.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Gemma did give her a once over which was better than her mouthing off or even commenting on how someone needed to take possession of this female for the moment. However, considering the fact Shah was a part of the San Francisco chapter and about to head back to Daddy D to check on his progress, Gemma thought it best to keep her mouth shut but let her eyes do the talking. Shah could feel Gemma's eyes burning a hole in her back but she kept calm. She had to be calm in order to keep up with the demands she needed to place on herself once she got back to San Francisco. First order of business was to see Daddy D and make sure he had an earful of her voice about his health and then get to handling the rest of the problems with him being in the hospital. Once of the problems was what to do for the event going on for Gay Pride weekend. Usually, the SAFSOA members rode in the parade to show camaraderie but with Daddy D out of commission for at least the next few days it put a kink in their plans. Fuck, too many problems popping up at a time when she should be thinking about making Sergeant and now she had to wait and see what Clay thought about all of this shit.<br><br>Shah could hear the whispers from a few of the SAMCRO members, each giving their condolences for Daddy D. She nodded but kept her mouth shut especially when she passed by Tig and his sneer he threw her way. Go on and fucking sneer for one of these days if and when given the chance the bastard's karma would come back to fuck him straight in the ass with a rusty knife. Yes, a rusty knife soaked in alcohol and hot chili peppers, fucker. Once she ignored Tig's stare, she focused on Clay and the cigarette smoke floating around him like a halo. It looks like the smoking habit ran in the family and she could only imagine how much tar lined Clay's lungs but she kept quiet on that as well. Hell, she wanted to say a slew of things at this moment. Shah wanted to scream how much she wanted this role in the San Francisco chapter. Yearned to throw a few punches Tig's way and show him to respect a lady even if he thought women were useless and should at least keep his comments to himself. Loved to show Opie he had better things to do than worry over her because hell, she was not worth his anger or his frustration. He needed a wife and not a whore in his future.<br><br>Her senses tingled and she let her eyes flicker where it was on the dirty floor of the clubhouse and into Clay's face. He was staring back at her as he made his decision. She kept her hands from clenching up but she put her shoulders back and await her fate. <em>“From what I know of you and Daddy D, he’s more than just a President for you, and we won't stop you going back. I hope and think everyone would do the same for me.”</em> Yes, it was true. Daddy D was a second father to her, a mentor, a friend, a comrade, a man who she put her whole trust into no matter what. Now she had to put her trust into someone from SAMCRO to take with her and let them see her in action without the others around to see her in San Francisco. <em>“Someone suggested to me that we simply send you back and postpone the evaluation until you're ready to come back down again. Someone else said we should simply fail you for not showing dedication to the Sons by running back to San Fran.”</em> She could guess already who was the one who wanted to fail her and she grit the back of her teeth to stop herself from saying anything. This was not the time to curse out Tig in public but in her mind, she was wishing hell and fury upon his ass. <br><br>Let us pause here for a second. We do have all the time in the world since Jax and Shah have not bumped and grounded themselves into sexual completion. Hell, at this pace, might as well fuck Jax myself to give him a bit of sexual healing. The way Tara is working his ass, it is a suprise the woman even puts out for him at all. She could easily be one of those women who uses sex as a bargaining tool to get her way if Jax fucked up in anything. Though Shah was known to do it from time to time when she wanted her ex-lovers to take the hint and move on. God, I could go for some straight dirty as fuck fucking. The kind of fucking where someone is being taken against a wall or in any place without a car of your ass being flashed to the whole god damn world. Some nice and rough...<br><br>Oh, fuck. <br><br>Give me a minute.<br><br>In fact, give me an hour and come back in another two hours, bastard.<br><br><span class="bbc_u">One hour passes...</span><br><br>What? The other one who writes along with me dragged out the pause and shit, you can handle waiting a bit. Now where was Shah?<br><br>Oh yes, she was cursing at Tig in silent and waiting out the long ass pause Clay was giving for dramatic effect. He explained himself and at least gave her the benefit of the doubt to coming back to try out against for Sergeant. A big thank you card was going to head down Happy's way for being a nomad and handing her a shot to keep training for Sergeant. Another card might be sent to Jax for the good words he put in but she was surprised to hear almost all of it was positive. She put down money he would tear her a new one and not want her as Sergeant but maybe she was wrong afterall. Too bad he was not coming along to San Francisco with her. In her head, she put him out of the running to visit San Francisco because he was Vice-President, second in line and needed here in case anything went wrong. Elvis, Piney and were out because of what Clay had to say on each of them. <br><br>Juice had to stay and check on the computers.<br><br>Prospect would get fawned over. <br><br>Opie had his family.<br><br>Chibs could not speak clearly worth a fucking damn.<br><br>Wait, did she not say the same thing about these bastards earlier? Yes, check up towards the beginning of this god damn post and you can read her reasons on why each one was not heading to San Francisco with her. Though if she crossed them out and yet Tig was still in the running...good god no. No, she was not going to handle Tig. Please, this was a fucking mistake. Not Tig. Anyone but fucking Tig. Hell, she would take Opie and keep him busy with whores. With Tig, he was bound to start trouble in San Francisco and she did not need it while having to watch and get readings on Daddy D. If Tig came, fuck, she might as well throw in the towel because not even a fucking Saint could put up with his personality. God damn it. Damn it. Damn...<br><br>Jax?<br><br>Did she heard things right? Jax was the main man to ride along to San Francisco with her? Opening and blinking a few times, it took to Clay glancing over her shoulder in Jax's direction to verify Jax was the male to watch and see how she worked in San Francisco. Well, well, well, time for Jax to see her in the jungles of San Francisco. It did not piss her off but amused her to see Jax in the San Francisco scene and being fawned over by a bevvy of gay men and Drag Queen's. Oh, Tara was going to shit herself once she realized her boyfriend was going on a solo trip with another female. A female who could potentially be her competition even though Shah had enough of dealing with SAMCRO men after she fucked them for now. "Thank you Clay," she whispered, nodding to him as she turned her head to look at Jax and see just how this new predicament was going to be handled by him. Oh, if only she had a fucking camera for this moment but it was time to head off but first it was time for him to pack his things together and leave with her. Sweet joy, he might even go into the room in the clubhouse and...damn, he was not going to be in a joking mood. Aww, fuck it, she would have something to smile about now.<br><br>Alright, take a look to the left. Take a look the right. Now, do the fucking dosey-do and fuck off. Time to get these partners rounded up and thrown in San Francisco. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>17-06-2009, 18:23:06</strong>
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				War and Peace.<br><br>560,000 words in English (only 460,000 in the original… it appears the translators fell into the trap that so often writers fall into… why use one word when you could use 3…?). That’s a very neat number of words, but I forgive whoever decided on that amount… I’m not going to tick each one off now am I? Hell, the guy could have said there were 557,654 words… is anyone going to go through and check? Honestly? Surely they must have something better to do. And what happens if they lose count? God that would be frustrating. Horrifically frustrating. Like when you’ve knocked up a huge post on an online forum and for whatever reason you lose it. Fuck that’s annoying… it’s why I’m using Word right now. Not that I can imagine Jax ever having typed up a huge post on an online forum of any type. Shah… well maybe. She’s seemingly got this reputation as the bitch with boobs, bikes and brains and seems to have her whole intellectual kink going on, so maybe she did it once. Back on topic… well back on topic to the off topic discussion of War and Peace.<br><br>Considered one of the great novels… not just of our time but of all time. An epic tale of love, politics, hope, hate, war, life, death… in fact you can insert virtually any literary theme you please. It’s not like there’s a lack of words after all. Hell, in 560k words I’m fairly certain you can fit every Harry Potter book, every Bridget Jones book and the vast majority of E’s Extreme Section… and I can’t think of a range of topics more diverse than that…<br><br>But, even that can be trumped. Even an epic like War and Peace which makes watching the whole Lord of the Rings trilogy extended editions back to back look like a 30 second advert can be beaten by something. 560k words. A mere nothing…<br><br>560,000 words pales in significance to “Marienbad My Love”, a work of such pretentious arrogance and ego that I doubt it will ever be challenged, let alone matched… if anyone had seen their life fall apart to the extent that they even tried to confront it. 17 million words. Yep, 17 million. Thank God it’s an e-book or we wouldn’t have any tree houses left, let alone a rainforest. You’d have every environmental organisation trying to lynch the author. Although that could be hard as there wouldn’t be any tree’s left. Well, actually I hope they find a way… the mere fact the book exists seems to set out irrepressible waves of hatred and anger in my normally placid demeanour. To illustrate this point, let me gift to you a single sentence from it (a short one I admit… the author claims one sentence runs to 3 million words… or roughly 5.3 War and Peace’s) <br><br><em>“Emerald scum, bankrupt patio, dried stems bathed in light, people living in the East, a sense of emaciated atmospheres, tragic memories clothed in weeping sores of Job, sprawling across the glittering retention lagoons and ginger methane and penny arcades, sundown to into membranes of chilly interplanetary liberty, depravity, squander of comatose electrical cables swollen and burned had been fouled with tears that had censorious dread.”</em><br><br>The thought of reading 17 words of that sickens me… 17 million makes me violently ill. It’s as if someone got their first dictionary and thesaurus for Christmas and was desperate to use every single word in it. Perhaps in some circles it is considered literary genius, the highest form of descriptive writing and expression. Not my circle however… it seems that in that one sentence the writer has proven right every stereotype about those with a literary bent. At times I’m not sure whether to laugh or cry… and it is far too early in the day for either merriment or tears.<br><br>Has anyone ever even read the whole thing? The average reading rate is roughly 250 words a minute. It would take them 68,000 minutes to read the whole thing… 1133 hours, 47 days or over 6 weeks. 6 weeks of constantly reading. Even if you read 950 words a minute… a virtual speed reader… you’d still have lost over 12 days of your life reading it. And can you say you’d enjoy that? Enjoy reading that drivel? Forget cruel and unusual punishments… force people to do that and they’ll beg to be water-tortured… beg to have what was done to Shah by the tender loving mercies of the Sons done to them.<br><br>The moral of this?<br><br>I’m not really sure… I would say quality beats quantity, but that seems fairly toothless when the “quality” we’re talking about still have over half a million words to its credit. And comparing any novel to the War and Peace is generally going to end with the other novel looking bad. Perhaps I just wanted to share the pain of having read even a single word of “Marienbad My Love”. A problem shared is a problem solved right?<br><br>Right?<br><br>On a side note, Tolstoy hated Shakespeare. Considered it mediocrity of the highest order… feeling a vast sense of “irresistible repulsion and tedium” when he read it. I would consider it a case of sour grapes… Tolstoy may be considered a great and War and Peace one of the greatest novels ever… but I bet you more people have heard of Shakespeare and more people have read, watched or heard Macbeth. And I don’t see Anna Karenina matching Hamlet either. It must be galling. But, that said, my limited knowledge of Tolstoy doesn’t paint him as someone who would get sour grapes. So perhaps it was just a fundamental disagreement between two people regarded as the peak of their genres… two people in similar fields but not quite the same.<br><br>Ahh, now we’re getting somewhere.<br><br>See what happened there? A whole load of meta-textual bullshit leading into a lone point that can be massaged a little and thus tied it into our actual story. If you’ve been paying attention you’ll see that happens a fair old amount. And there I was complaining about pretentiousness above. Fuck it, meta-textual commentary’s fun, however out of place it is in a piece about a bunch of bikers blowing shit up and fucking. Hell, maybe not… turns out the bikers blowing shit up and fucking is actually a modern take on Hamlet. Wonder what Shakespeare would have thought… wonder what Tolstoy would have thought. He’d probably have laughed, claiming his point proven that one of Shakespeare’s greatest works has been reduced to a series set in a town called Charming? What would Tolstoy say if he were alive today?<br><br><strong>“Help, I’m stuck in a box deep underground and I’m running out of air!”</strong><br><br>Come on… you laughed even if you didn’t want to…<br><br>But yes, back to the point itself. You have Jax Teller and Shah O’Hara (although that’s almost certainly not her real name. What is a real name anyway… surely the name everyone knows you by is your “real” name, whatever the legal papers and birth records of an unknown father say… although God knows I’d do everything in my power to prevent my first name being Shahrazad… sounds like a bad guy from a shit heroic fantasy novel).<br><br>Yeah, you’ve got Jax and Shah, thrown together but kinda held apart at the whim of unpredictable authors who spend far too much time writing long winded commentary and not enough on them actually doing anything. Hell, good things come to those who wait right? And in continuity they only met what, 5 days ago? That’s not exactly the longest courting period the world’s ever seen is it? Hell, they’re not doing so bad thinking about it. 5 days and he’s only tortured her once and she’s only painted pretty much everything he owns pink once. I’ve seen worse. That said, I saw it on the Jerry Springer show, so it may not exactly be the most factual and representative of surveys.<br><br>Off topic… why would you want to see into a woman’s mind? Whatever else is in there you know at least a third of it is going to be concentrating on shoes. It’s why when a man gets “man flu” he always thinks he’s going to die, where as women just get the normal flu and function far better… the man’s entire mind is focused on how ill he feels… the woman’s still got a fair old portion focused on those lovely new Jimmy Choo’s. That said, even when feeling ill the man’s probably thinking about some combination of beer, sports and fucking<br><br>Off topic again… what happens if the female the guy wants to see inside the mind of happens to be lactose intolerant? I mean, I’m sure in today’s society you can find ice cream and chocolate that fits the bill, but it’s going to be harder. Or a vegan? Same thing really. Sounds like discrimination to me… you know you can sue for that. But who would sue? The guy for being forced to spend more money to read minds… or the female for being higher maintenance already and thus putting off potential suitors?<br><br>Ok, done now. If we cut out all this stuff, I swear I’d be done in 5 minutes.<br><br>So, we’ve still got Jax and Shah. Once upon a time… 10 minutes ago, it appeared they were to be split apart for all of time, her to the gaudy, bustling metropolis of San Francisco, him to the dusty not-so-bustling town of Charming, only to meet during the infrequent Chapter gatherings. Now they were hurled together again. Where once they had stalked the streets of Charming now they would pound the sidewalks of San Francisco. Jax wasn’t a big city boy. He’d been born in Charming, raised in Charming and lived in Charming his whole damn life. Sure he’d made the odd trip down to Oakland… but Oakland was half the size of San Fran and a very different city. Jax was, despite a short temper, a sensible man and it wasn’t like he’d panic when he found himself in a place a little larger… much like Shah didn’t panic when she came to a blue collar working town like Charming. But that wasn’t to say he particularly wanted to go there.<br><br>But then, Jax’s life has been one defined by things he didn’t particularly want to happen happening. He had levels of angst high enough to send Dashboard Confessional screaming for their mommy. We’ve gone through them before, so I’ll give the cliff notes… Dad dead, “true love” runs away, wife is an addict, gives birth to a son who nearly dies, killed ATF agent who was trying to rape “true love” who’d come back and his best friend’s wife was killed. That’s a fairly decent amount for anyone to have and he’d come out ok. A little emotionally stunted maybe, a little quick to anger but deep down he’s not that bad a sort. Well, not that bad a sort for a guy who runs with an Outlaw Motorcycle Club, who was a 1 Percenter. But then again, when Tig was a part of your group it was hard to look like a bad sort. Having Tig in close proximity has the unique effect of making every other man in the vicinity appear about 4 times as good as he actually was. In some ways a perfect wingman… in some ways the worst.<br><br>So going to San Fran can just be put down as one of the many things Jax had to do that he didn’t really want to. Even if just a minor one. But still. I mean, for gods sake. Hercules had his seven labours, Gawain had the Green Knight and now Jax Teller had Shah O’Hara and San Francisco. It doesn’t sound that back in comparison… and really it isn’t… but that doesn’t mean it can’t be fucking annoying. Jax tried to be a man of his world… and now he was going to have to break a promise to Tara. And he hadn’t seen his son in a couple of days… and now that would be a week or more. He hadn’t even given his son Blank yet for fucks sake. Jax knew enough people with absentee fathers and he’d vowed not to do that to Abel, yet he saw the Club dragging him further and further away. It’s not like the two couldn’t be combined… Jax’s dad had been there for him while running the Club… but Jax was fucking even that up. Fucks sake.<br><br>And was this really the time to be away from Charming, even for a week? If it was just a week… this was the kinda shit that could drag on. Things were coming to a head. Mayans, Nords, 09’ers, ATF… the whole fucking load were making moves and the Sons were stuck in a situation where they were reacting… only able to counter what others were doing. They were on the defensive and it fucking sucked. They may have headed off the Mayans a little with the escapade in Indian Hills, but that fragile peace wouldn’t last. Darby was brave enough to try to organise a hit on Clay even if it backfired… how long till he tried again. Charming was a powder keg ready to blow and it would take only the smallest spark to set it off. In the time it could take for Jax to get from San Fran back to Charming the shit could have hit the fan and it could all be over. Jax liked to think he was pretty fucking vital to this outfit… and there he was getting sent away. Bullshit. There had to be a better way to do this, a better person to send. Fuck it, send fucking anyone, just not him.<br><br>There was this one story… perhaps the strangest I’d ever heard. It’s one of those awkward stories in that it’s incredibly tragic… but you find it hard not to laugh. In Thailand a dwarf died having been swallowed by a hippo. The dwarf, a circus performer named Od bounced sideways off a trampoline straight into the outstretched jaw of a yawning hippo preparing for the next act. Hilda the Hippo unfortunately had a rather strong gag reflex and was forced to swallow. Jax could see himself bouncing and flying sideways even now… he just had to hope San Fran didn’t gag…<br><br>God<br><br>That was bad.<br><br>Even for me…<br><br>With Clay’s little proclamation over the Sons returned to whatever it was they did on nights like this. Tig breathed a pretty large sigh of relief and chugged down a beer. The thought of having to spend time with the faggots of San Franisco while a retard like Shah strutted around like she owned the fucking place. Stupid bitch didn’t even deserve to be in the Sons of Anarchy let alone thinking about making Sergeant at Arms. Fucking bitch… she shouldn’t be in the Sons… the Sons should be in her as a broken in little whore to be used whenever any of them wanted. And San Francisco? Fuck that place. Fag town. Real towns were built on the backs of hardworking Americans. Real towns like Charming. Not some liberal motherfucking shithole like San Francisco. Thank fuck he didn’t have to go there. Finishing he called over to Prospect, getting another beer and cracking that open. Here’s to Charming.<br><br>Jax wasn’t in the mood for celebration or toasting anything. He was pissed off. Properly pissed off. Some of the others tried to talk to him but he barely noticed, brushing them off with a cold efficiency as he made his way across the room to Clay. The President was sipping at a beer himself, still inhaling from the short cigars he enjoyed so much. Jax stopped directly in front of Clay, eyes hard, voice tight and controlled.<br><br><strong>“We need to talk.”</strong><br><br>Clay cocked to his head to the side as Jax spoke, mouth turning quizzically as he looked over his stepson. For all the talk earlier of Clay’s word being law, he still had to tread carefully at times. Jax had influence within the Club… and was breaking away… spreading out. He had different ideas, different plans, a different philosophy. Once Clay could have simply dismissed Jax, told him to do what he’d been told and that was the end of it. Sure Jax would bristle but he’d go along in the end. He’d get it in the neck from Gemma, but that he could take. Now? Now he wasn’t so sure. It was the old lion looking the young pretender up and down not sure whether to start a confrontation… not sure if he’d win it if it happened. And he’d still get it in the neck from Gemma whatever happened. If he could convince Jax this was the best way maybe he could placate his mother… and save Clay from some of that headache.<br><br><strong>“Do we?”</strong><br><br>Jax’s reply was as hard as his eyes, cold and strong. His eyes didn’t blink, he didn’t look away. This was Jax in action mode, ready to go, ready to do what was necessary. It was a mindset that had served the Club well in previous years and it was slightly unsettling to see it turned on him now. There was a certain inevitability about Jax when he was acting like this… he’d get what he wanted done or go down swinging in trying to achieve it.<br><br><strong>“Yeah. We do.”<br><br>“Alright then. Outside, let’s have a smoke. You want a beer?”</strong><br><br>Jax’s chuckle was quiet and harsh without a hint of humour to it. Almost a snort, breath coming in through the nose as the quiet noise was made, the cheeks rising a little but the eyes not changing. Clay had seen that look before, seen Jax give that chuckle, half turn away as if to consider something… and then swing back to clock whatever poor bastard was stood in front of him. But this time it wasn’t some guy clambering all over his bike, wasn’t some circus freak, wasn’t someone who had crossed the Sons. No, this time the poor bastard was him. This was getting out of hand. When Jax did respond the tone was just as cold as before, just as angry… and with maybe a hint of mockery.<br><br><strong>“Didn’t you hear? I’m making a run down to San Fran later tonight. Can’t drink and ride can I?”</strong><br><br>Clay shook his head slightly before making his way to the back exit to the Clubhouse, Jax in close pursuit. The cold night air washed over them as they stepped outside, the stars out, although the lights of Charming killed some of their magnificence. You remember that whole spiel I went on about stagnation earlier? Guess I could reinsert it here. Not going to though. Too much like hard word. Jax had fished a cigarette from his pocket and was already in the process of lighting it, the flickering spark of the lighter illuminating his face, still harsh, still cold, before the smoke finally flared into life. The pair stood side to side, leaning against the wall, a moment of silence between the two, the only break in the silence the distant sounds of cars driving, the odd noise from the Clubhouse and their breathing as they each inhaled cancer deep into their souls.<br><br><strong>“This shit will get us right into the hospital next to Daddy D.”<br><br>“You and Gemma always taught me not to be a quitter.”</strong><br><br>Another silence after the light moment of levity. Jax had called Clay out here for a reason… and both knew what the reason was. The quiet lingered for a moment more before Clay broke it.<br><br><strong>“I thought you would love the thought of a jaunt up to San Fran.”<br><br>“When I was a child I spoke as a child I understood as a child I thought as a child; but when I became a man I put away childish things."</strong><br><br>Clay frowned, turning his head to look at Jax, brows furrowing.<br><br><strong>“What?”<br><br>“When I was 21 sure. But I’m not 21 anymore Clay. I’ve got a wife and fucking kid now. And this wouldn’t be a joint anyway. This is serious… for both SOASF and us.”<br><br>“I know that, why do you think I’m sending you?”</strong><br><br>The silence grew again. Jax pressed one of his boots against the wall, taking another long drag, looking out onto the skyline he knew so well.<br><br><strong>“I woke up early today, went on a run that got fucked to shit, had to high tail it back here and now I have to ride out again right away? I’ll damn fall off the saddle.”<br><br>“When has lack of sleep ever stopped you Jax?”</strong><br><br>Still more silence. Jax finished his smoke, flicking it down before grinding it under his heel, running a hand through his hair. The shower had been good… and a blessing that he’d taken it then. If he was going to be riding out so soon to do it while still caked in the results of an earlier ride would have made it that little bit more unpleasant. And more unpleasant wasn’t something he was craving more of.<br><br><strong>“I told Tara I’d be back tonight and now I’m going to be running away for fuck knows how long.”<br><br>“She’ll understand. She’ll give you hell for it but she’ll understand. Tara’s not a stupid girl… she knows that Club business can cut into private life.”</strong><br><br>Yet more silence, yet more quiet reflection.<br><br><strong>“I haven’t seen my kid in days Clay. I haven’t even given him the damn dog Shah brought him yet. And now I’m going to be gone for another week or so? That’s bullshit Clay and you know it.”<br><br>“Yeah it is. But who the fuck else am I meant to send instead? Tig? I send him and he probably ends up getting his ass murdered out there and then I’ve got some real trouble with SOASF. Even if he managed to survive the fucking trip there’s no way he’s going to pass Shah however good or bad she is. And if we fail her because Tig’s an asshole then we’ve still got trouble with SAOSF. You know I’m not sending Elvis, Piney, Juice or Prospect… they’re just not up to it right now or needed here. Chibs? We’re still on thin ice with the Irish after the last money issues, and he gets us good will with them. And Opie? His kids need him more than Abel needs you Jax… and you know that. I can’t send him out to San Fran. Not right now, not after all that’s happened. And sending a ranker who only just got back into the Club… doesn’t send the right message. You’re the VP… no-one doubts your fucking dedication. It’s a complement we’re sending you… it shows we’re taking it seriously, not just looking at this as an excuse to get rid of her.”<br><br>“I’ve been nurse-maiding her since she got here. Virtually all day every day. I need a fucking break man. And you think Tig will get killed? She blames me for that fucking torture session… and that I fucking betrayed her by chatting to her the night before. You really should have told me about that shit. But anyways, she spreads that round there’s a good chance one of them tries to knife me in the back when I’m there. I mean, they should be smart enough to know what shit goes on during a fucking evaluation week, but still, I don’t fucking put it past them still doing it.”<br><br>“They’re not going to fucking knife you. No-one’s stupid enough to think they can kill one of our own and get away with it. Evaluation weeks are the exception… there’s an understanding then. But they try to fry your balls and every Son across North America will be riding to San Fran to shut them down.”<br><br>“Yeah, because we never make it look like someone else did the hit do we? Some random gangster knifed me… I got caught in some crossfire from a fucking Triad… name the shit.”</strong><br><br>A slight look of consternation flashed across Clay’s face at that, although Jax barely noticed it as he stared out into the sky. Not that he’d have realised quite what meaning was hidden behind it even if he had caught a glimpse.<br><br><strong>“Jax, you’re the VP of the Original fucking Charter. No-one from the fucking Sons of Anarchy is going to try to fuck with you seriously. When did you turn into a pussy?”<br><br>“I’m not being a pussy Clay… I’m being smart. What happens if the Mayans, Nords or 09’ers kick shit off again?”<br><br>“We’ll handle them.”<br><br>“Can you? It’s not so long ago two Mayans nearly put a bullet in you and it sure as fuck isn’t that long ago that Donna had someone put a bullet in her fucking head thinking it was Op.”</strong><br><br>There was that look again, that look of pain and loss, quickly hidden behind Clay’s grim scowl he used so often. Again Jax missed it… and even if he had seen it he’d have just taken it as the horror and sense of failure they all felt over that. The first Jax knew was when Clay verbally bristled, anger in his own voice.<br><br><strong>“You think I can’t handle it?”<br><br>“Of course you can handle it, but we need all the resources we have. The other gangs think we’re weak, like a bunch of fucking wolves circling a wounded stag. They think they smell blood in the water… the factory, the ATF, everything that happened. They think we’re losing grip. A year ago the Mayans would never have rolled up on us like they did at Indian Springs and they wouldn’t have dared shown up to a Sons of Anarchy town like they did at Indian Hills. If I’m in San Fran I’m half a days ride away at least if anything goes down… and that’s too long for me to make a difference.<br><br>“Jax, I know you like to think you’re the king shit, but we can keep this Club running for a week or so without you. You’re not going to scare tactic me out of sending you to San Fran. You’re the only person we can send. So it’s time to step up. You’ve always given 100% to the Club, you’ve never shirked any duty, you’ve never tried to weasel your way out of shit. Don’t start now.”</strong><br><br>Jax half chuckled, a slight humour to his voice now, some of the tension released. Perhaps deep down he’d always known he would be the one to go to San Francisco, always realised that for whatever reason he was the only one who could be sent and expected to do a good job. Perhaps it had just been false optimism that had made him think he could sneak back to Tara’s bad early tonight, sleep in and finally have a spare moment to himself. Must have been. He may not be loved the idea… he may not even like it… but deep down Jax realised he was pretty much the only man for the job. Everything for the Club, nothing for Jax. Isn’t that the refrain that had been passed around earlier? I’m not entirely sure I remember, but I swear it was something like that. Pretty appropriate don’t you think?<br><br><strong>“So, you alright?”</strong><br><br>Now this had Jax glancing over at Clay. The old man was many things, but the “caring father” was rarely one of them. And there was a hint in the voice there, a tone, that this wasn’t just a cursory check, there was something more behind it.<br><br><strong>“Why you ask?”<br><br>“You’ve been out of it recently Jax. You’re on your game but you’re a little distracted. When the Mayans pulled that stunt on me you were nowhere to be found for a day or two. Donna’s funeral you show up looking like shit after sleeping rough for the night. Perhaps some time away will help you understand what’s happening here. You’ve been through a lot of shit recently.”<br><br>“We all have.”<br><br>“Yeah, but you got hit bad.”<br><br>“I can take a hit and it’s not like this would a fucking holiday or something.”<br><br>“Nah, but it’s a change of scene brother.”<br><br>“I don’t need a change of scene.”</strong><br><br><strong>“Jax, you’ve stepped up when needed. You’ve taken everything on your shoulders. You were there for Op and Piney, you were there for us with the Irish, you stared down the ATF and got the guns out, you sorted out that witness, you dealt with the bodies, you did what had to be done with Hobart, you thought out and pulled off the shit that stopped Otto giving us up and that’s without the shit your personal life has been through. But who’s stepped up for you?”<br><br>“The whole Club’s been there for me.”<br><br>“That’s not what I mean and you know it. For a week you get to see different places, different people and tag along. You’re not the one being tested there Jax your job is to watch and see if Shah can actually pull shit off. She’ll probably spend half the time watching over Daddy D so you could just go fucking sight-seeing or something.”<br><br>“Yeah, I look just like a tourist.”</strong><br><br>Clay chuckled again… a chuckle which Jax quickly joined in with. The humour drifted on till both fell into silence once again… although this was a companionable silence, not the hostile awkward one that had first confronted the pair. Clay broke the silence once more, a serious note in his words.<br><br><strong>“I need you on this Jax. I’m not sure I can trust anyone else to judge her fairly. You’ve got the mind for this sort of stuff… and that’s something too many people in too many Charters in too many gangs lack. The Mongols fucked up and who the hell hears about them now?”<br><br>“Weren’t there some reports on them around Indian Springs a bit back”</strong><br><br>(OOC: mea culpa)<br><br><strong>“That was just some kid fucking around, getting the names of gangs wrong. It doesn’t matter… they fucked up once they’re done. And it’s not just rats and pigs. If she becomes sergeant and fucks up it looks bad on all of us… and calls our judgement into question. Add in the fact she’s a female and it only gets worse: that might be all the rage in the fucking cities, but out here in the old country people aren’t as, what’s that fucking word…”<br><br>“Progressive?”<br><br>“Yeah, that’s it. Fucking progressive. Jury’s pretty good, but there’s enough people out there who think the only thing a female is good for in the Clubhouse is sucking dick and pouring beer. Then just as bad are the people who see what someone like your mom can do to the protect the Club and understand quite how effective women can be… and think someone like Shah should be happy doing that. If she’s not top-fucking-notch they’re going to raise a fucking ruckus like… like the fucking church and gay priests. Split the Sons down the fucking middle. But you’re smart and you’re fair. You’ll judge her fairly and cleanly. And as much as I hate the fucking say it, some of us are getting old. I don’t understand what the fuck you kids are thinking or doing half the time… and you do. I send Piney or Elvis, they’ve both got one eye on the past. You’re looking to the future. And that matters. You’re right… SAMCRO are pretty vulnerable right now. And across the fucking world shits stirring up. All this anti-terror law shit means a stuck up ATF bitch like Stahl can use laws meant to stop fucking |Bin Laden to search through all the shit we do, trace shit, put pressure on people, avoid the normal channels so we don’t know what the fucks going on. We need people who are solid, reliable and inventive… and I need someone like you to make sure those are the people we have. San Fran is important… they bring a fuck load of money in and have contacts the rest of us don’t. They fall to shit and that money-stream is gone forever. You’re the man for this job Jax… I wouldn’t send you if you weren’t.”</strong><br><br>Jax stood still, thinking. Another cigarette lit up, another inhale, another little puff of smoke sent up into the air, before, with a grunt, he slapped Clay on the back.<br><br><strong>“I’m not getting out of this am I?”</strong><br><br>Clay grinned his toothy grin, his own eyes sparkling.<br><br><strong>“No you’re not.”<br><br>“There you two are.”</strong><br><br>The duo quickly became a trio as Gemma came storming out of the Clubhouse. Her face was animated… annoyed… her irritation clearly visible. He comments were directed at her husband, her tone slightly shrill.<br><br><strong>“What the hell do you think you’re doing?<br><br>“Gemma, I…”<br><br>“Jax only just gets back from a days hard riding and you’re sending him out to San Francisco?”<br><br>“It’s the…”<br><br>“He was there with the Mayans earlier today, he barely has time to get his feet in the door and he’s being thrown out again?”<br><br>“Please, I…”<br><br>“Don’t “Please” me Clay… why does my boy have to go off with that bitch?”<br><br>“Because he’s the…”<br><br>“He should be back home seeing his son, not having to have a jaunt down to San Fran…”<br><br>“Gemma… mom… it’s ok. Really.”</strong><br><br>Gemma face turned to that of her smiling son, a look of concern clearly evident. Gemma could be cold, heartless and ruthless but she was also deeply protective of her family. While the Sons of Anarchy formed one family, nothing came close to her protective love her actual relations. There were few people who could face Clay down, but Gemma was one… even fewer who could make Clay meek… she was perhaps the only one. A lifetime spent in the Sons of Anarchy meant she understood the way a Club worked, the sacrifices necessary, as well as anyone else… but she would protect her family… even if from themselves… to the very end.<br><br><strong>“Are you sure Jax?”<br><br>“Yeah.”</strong><br><br>Jax flashed one of his charming, almost sheepish smiles, shoulders hunching slightly as he placed his hands in his pockets. Gemma extended her arms and Jax reciprocated, stepping into her hug, before breaking it and taking a few steps back.<br><br><strong>“I’ll see you two inside before I head on out. You’ll check on Abel for me right mom?”<br><br>“Of course Jax. I’ll pop in everyday.”<br><br>“Thanks mom. Clay.”</strong><br><br>Nodding, Jax walked back into the Clubhouse, that half strut, half walk he used. As soon as the door had closed Gemma rounded on Clay once more, her face serious but without the anger it had held before.<br><br><strong>“Is he really going to be ok?”<br><br>“Jax can look out for himself. And it’ll be good for him.”<br><br>“Good for him?”<br><br>“You said he had that restless spirit right? This is his chance to work it out. He goes to San Francisco for a week, has a look at life outside Charming, works some of that out of his system and comes back. A week away from that journal, a week away from the ghosts of the past. A week away from everything here, everything that’s just memories and bad times.”<br><br>“What happens if he likes it too much?”<br><br>“We both know Jax. Jax is Charming. He lives for this goddamn town. He’s not got wanderlust, he’s just not sure of his place in the world, of the reasons. He’ll always come back. And he’ll see San Fran and appreciate what he has here and he’ll come back ready to go. He’ll be ready to dedicate everything to the club again, not worry about what’s gone wrong or some deep philosophical shit about why we’re here and what we do.”<br><br>“And the girl?”</strong><br><br>Gemma’s question wasn’t an innocent mothers enquiry, simply concerned about her son. Gemma had always actively involved herself in her sons love life. She’d seen what it had done to Jax when Tara had first left and she’d sworn she wouldn’t see her son hurt like that again, whatever he wanted. Now that Jax was questioning the way the Sons of Anarchy was run, the premise on which they existed she wanted him tied down to a simple girl who understood this world, who wouldn’t rock the boat. Tara rocked the boat. Gemma had hated Wendy when Jax had first met her… had hated Wendy more when the truth about her had come out. Had even set her up to OD, to get her out of Jax and Abel’s life forever. But now… now she was clean and Tara was threatening to ruin things even more… now she was pushing for Wendy to make a real move to get back together with Jax. Past grudges could be forgiven if meant a better future. Gemma had put time and effort into trying to dislodge Tara and Jax… she didn’t want some crazy biker bitch swooping in and taking Jax, not undoing all her work. At least not until she worked out what exactly Jax and Shah would be like together. She was in the Club… which was a strange place to begin with… but it may be that a connection like that would tie him down, keep him within the Club and its ethos. Or, she could have the same restlessness that he did, the two driving each other further and further away. It was something to consider… something to plan.<br><br><strong>“Not an issue. The two don’t even seem to like each other that much. Add in they’re in her backyard now where she’ll be able to get any booty call she wants… and she’ll be more interested in looking after Daddy D then jumping Jax. And she’s pretty smart as well. I don’t think she’s going to put the moves on Jax when he’s their evaluating her. Would be pretty stupid of her to try it really. If Jax thought she was just fucking him because he could give her a good review he’s the kinda’ guy who would smile, say nothing, enjoy every second of it and then tear the crap out of her when he had to give his report. He’s got his pride like that…”<br><br>“You sure?”<br><br>“Gemma, they’re not going to start fucking like rabbits.”<br><br>“Good.”</strong><br><br><br>-----<br><br><br>Jax had slipped fairly quietly back into the Clubhouse having left the conversation with Clay, hoping to get his packing done quickly and quietly. If they were heading out tonight he wanted it to be soon so he could finally get his head onto a pillow and catch up on some of the sleep he’d tragically missed. It was a simple plan, well thought out and should have gone as well as any plan that had ever been conceived. Let’s be fair, it wasn’t exactly the most difficult of operations… it consisted of packing a few sets of clothes and essentials into a bag and walking out of a building without gathering too much attention. Lots of people can manage that… in fact I doubt there’s that many people who would find it to be of any real difficulty. Entering and leaving buildings is a skill most humans have developed well before they hit Jax’s age… and he was a man so packing consisted of shoving things in, heaving on the bag till it stayed closed and then walking out. Jax couldn’t claim inexperience either… he’s walked into and out of many a place in his time… and packed many a bag. So why was it that this time should go so very very wrong?<br><br>Acute stress over reaction (also called acute stress disorder, psychological shock, mental shock) or, in the standard terminolgy shock is a psychological condition arising in response to a terrifying event.<br><br>According to Wikipedia:<br><br>“By definition, acute stress disorder is the result of a traumatic event in which the person experiences or witnesses an event that causes the victim/witness to experience extreme, disturbing or unexpected fear, stress, (and sometimes pain) and that involves or threatens serious injury, perceived serious injury (usually to someone else), or death. Acute stress reaction is a variation of Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) and is the mind's and body's response to feelings (both perceived and real) of intense helplessness. Symptoms may include anxiety, impaired judgement, confusion, detachment and depression.”<br><br>That’s not the exact quote… but I doubt the references to the Illuminati were part of the original authors intent. No doubt the vigilant editors will soon be over there to correct it.<br><br>Well, what we have right there is something that is clearly not that pleasant an experience. In fact, going back to the mighty Wiki:<br><br>“Symptoms of acute stress disorder are: numbing, detachment, derealization, depersonalization or dissociative amnesia. Continued re-experiencing of the event by such ways as thoughts, dreams, and flashbacks, and avoidance of any stimulation that reminds them of the event. During this time, they must have symptoms of anxiety, and significant impairment in at least one essential area of functioning. Symptoms last for a minimum of 2 days, and a maximum of 4 weeks, and occur within 4 weeks of the event.”<br><br>Or, in our case, a very loud shout.<br><br><strong>“YOU HAVE GOT TO BE SHITTING ME!”</strong><br><br>There was confusion across the Clubhouse at Jax’s proclamation… almost a scream. Immediately most of the men were on their feet, rushing over to see what was going on, only to be confronted with the image of Jax, cheeks flushed red, clutching his beloved blue cheque shirt in his hands.<br><br>Apart from the fact it wasn’t blue anymore.<br><br>No.<br><br>It was pink.<br><br>Pink.<br><br><strong>“Dude… it’s pink!”<br><br>“I can see that Chibs. It’s all fucking pink. Everything is fucking pink. My fucking boxers are pink for fucks sake.”<br><br>“Why’d you do that?”<br><br>“Do you really think I fucking did this Chibs? Shah?”</strong><br><br>Shah’s name was dragged out, spoken slowly, the accusation heavy in his tone.<br><br><strong>“What’s so bad with that anyway? You’ll look pretty in pink.”</strong><br><br>Elvis’s tone was mocking, even as the other members began to laugh at the sight of Jax fuming, holding up his now pink shirt.<br><br><strong>“Elvis, I’m going to San Francisco. In a wardrobe that is completely pink. Completely fucking pink.”</strong><br><br>Slowly realisation began to dawn on each of the members faces, a sudden cessation of the laughter… before it came back again twice as loud. Juice was laughing harder than most, tears virtually rolling down his eyes.<br><br><strong>“And do you know what it is this weekend Jax?”<br><br>“What?”<br><br>“Gay Pride.”<br><br>“Oh you have got to be…”</strong><br><br>You can imagine how loud the laughter got at that, before another pause, Chibs interjecting himself in the conversation.<br><br><strong>“Juice, how do you know when Pride is? Something you want to tell us?<br><br>“Well, I am, I was er, on the internet and like it just came up…”<br><br>“Was that the only thing that came up when you saw those pictures of men in tighty whities?”<br><br>“Fuck off Chibs.”<br><br>“How do you find that shit anyway? Trying to arrange a date.”<br><br>“Well yeah, there was this biker guy who said he was going down… all dressed in pink.”</strong><br><br>The room descended into laughter once more, even as Jax turned even more red, pacing side to side slightly now before, despite himself, a slight smile began to crack onto his face. He fought it, he fought it with every fibre of his being but he couldn’t stop himself… he was laughing at how ridiculous the whole situation was as well.<br><br><strong>“Do they have a King of the Parade yet?”<br><br>“Awhh, you’ll look just the part Jax. Break some poor San Francisco hearts when they find out which way you swing.”<br><br>“You better believe it Op. San Francisco won’t know what hit them.”<br><br>“But now your outfit won’t match your bike…”<br><br>“Ah, fuck Juice, looks like that idea’s shot then.”<br><br>“So, what are you actually going to do?”<br><br>“Well, looks like I’ve got 4 options Chibs. Either I show up and wear pink for 6 days in a row or whatever… or I wear these clothes for the entire time I’m there… I can pay to get a whole new wardrobe while I’m out there… or I can ride over to Wendy’s where I’ve still got some of my shit and grab that. Which do you think I’m going to do?”<br><br>“Go in pink?”<br><br>“Fuck off Op. Actually, fuck it… I might take one set of pink clothes… sort me out for Parade day.”<br><br>“They’ll be lots of people trying to “sort you out” on Parade day if you’re going around wearing that. Brings out the colour in your eyes…”<br><br>“It won’t be his eyes they’ll be checking out Tig…”</strong><br><br>Ah, the intellectual conversation so beloved of the Sons of Anarchy. It’s a surprise they don’t have their own podcast or something. Juice should be able to hook it up. Think about the enjoyment you could have with it. “Tig’s Testimonials” where he gives reviews of Charming’s hookers and crow-eaters… “Chibs Celtic Corner” where he recounts old stories of Celtic war heroes. I’m not sure how you subtitle on a pure audio file, so it could well be that no-one would understand a word of it. “Elvis’s Elvis”… I don’t think you need a description of what that would contain. “Clays Commandments”, where the President delivers his sermon type instructions and calls everyone brother. And Half-Sack giving gardening advice just for the fun of it. I’d listen. Well, I’d listen once.<br><br>Jax had disappeared back into his bedroom and emerged carrying a bag… sprayed pink of course. There were obviously some things in the bag, but it was clear his intention was to pick up stuff later. The full on pink regalia was a bit much even for Jax… and worse could even be taken as someone taking the piss. Rightly or wrongly people didn’t see taking the piss out of gays as a serious issue but if you’re in a city full of Pride it wasn’t that sensible a plan. Jax had watched a few episodes of Oz… including the one with the boxing tournament where the gay guy had beaten the shit out of that wannabe gangster. Not a good idea. And Jax didn’t exactly fall into the demographic the self-righteous protesters liked to protect. Jax wasn’t looking to aggravate anyone unless he had to. Now he was set on going to San Francisco all he was looking to do was get the fucking job done and keep his head down. Hefting the bag onto his shoulder he slapped Chibs and Op on the shoulder as they came up, repeating the process with Elvis, Juice and Piney, a nod to Tig and Prospect before giving Shah the once over with his eyes.<br><br><strong>“So, we ready to go babe? I’m going to pop into Wendy’s to grab some shit but that should be a quick job. What happens when we reach San Fran?”</strong><br><br>Oh, isn’t that the fucking million dollar question? Fuck that, million pound question. Even with current exchange rates that’s still a fair amount more. Fuck that… get the Kuwaiti Dinar… each one is like £2.50 now. So a million of them is what, like 3.6 million dollars. You have your million dollar question, I’ll take it Kuwaiti style.<br><br>No, that wasn’t a euphemism.<br><br>So, we’ve made it to this stage of the Ballad of Jax and Shah. It’s been quite a journey so far hasn’t it? I’d say this is the first act closing right here as our “heroes” (and I use that term very loosely) leave Charming. So feel free to grab your nuts and ice cream (before Shah grabs both… she’s done it before), stretch your legs and get ready to retake your seats.<br><br>Before you go though, let me give you a reward for tagging along for so long:<br><br><em>“…transforming the sprawl of glittering retention lagoons and ginger methane flames, quagmires and start coming in sharp and clear, windows covered in warped metal shipping containers, glowing glass transistors entangle 1950s roadside lodgings, stranded directors of primal were fouled with tears, and I heard the magical flying creature of the liquid deity say they ozone and penny arcades, sundown to a clear river, cold mountain shadows, this round of festivals that had killed every living cold mountain shadows, this round of festivals the priests put on are just, oh holy one, and it is done, and the celestial robot was bulb, get a whiff of ozone and penny arcades, sundown to a clear river, cold mountain his celestial robot from the air, and a loud voice came out of time to fly the bedroom at dawn…”</em><br><br>It’s from “Marienbad My Love” of course. With 17,000,000 words to choose from, I’ve got quite a bit left to go. And, as I’m sure you noticed it isn’t even a full sentence. No, the 779 page word document I downloaded (one part in 17) in size 12 Times New Roman font (that’s so big that you can’t even select the “Word Count” option if you download it… or insert page numbers…) didn’t contain a single full stop. Not one. And hell… it was a run on sentence from the previous document.<br><br>And you wondered why I hated that book?<br>
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				Fuck War and Peace.<br><br>Yes, you heard me. Fuck War and Peace and the revolutionary horse it came riding out on. Anyone who brings up War and Peace should be taken out and shot before being devoured by a pack of rabid wolverines in case one was not already dead from being shot. Now, the one who brought up War and Peace in the last post will unfortunately be thrown down a flight of stairs and into a pit of dirty sanitary napkins. Disgusting is it not but seems much fairer to break a few of his bones than to have him shot and mauled by wolverines. He is needed after all to reply to this post and if I murder him, we are all out of a good role play here on E. Such a shame really he does not have a twin or a brother who can write as great as him. Though reading this first paragraph about him may put him with an even bigger ego or at least make him feel like the biggest cock around here but I cannot judge him on whether or not he has a large anatomy piece. However, if he wanted to step into my office and pull down his pants to verify things, willing to go in that direction. Now, now, you should know me by now as being a sexual person but never become a whore as seen on various areas around here. Hopefully, this one will make me a promise to smack the hell out of me if writing ever goes down the toilet which I doubt it will but in case he does, he had permission to smack me around a few times.<br><br>Now, back to the subject of War and Peace. <br><br>Oh, fuck, not again with this bull shit about War and Peace. Who gives a shit about War and Peace other than the corpse of Tolstoy and anyone who is a diehard fan of his works. One can even picture a man jerking off to Anna novel but sorry to say but Tolstoy's gangrenous novel made me have a breakdown. Yes, a fucking breakdown because his book bored the hell out of my mind it collapsed onto itself and collapsed. It took me three months to regain back sixteen years of my life (the age when I was forced to read the garbage) and missed out on a good summer break. Could have spent those three months enjoying the beach, visiting family or even trying to pick up a series of books which would not rot my brain but no, everything lost because of War and Peace had to be regained in increments. There is a bet on how many lives were lost to reading War and Peace in high school. The pool even went to five hundred dollars and someone won it by guessing sixty percent of the graduating class would lose their fucking minds to War and Peace. What got most of them was not reading the book but having to write an essay on the themes but the teacher gave which theme certain students could talk about in the book. The teacher must have been a torturer in his past life because he gave the most obscure themes or even cut down on the pages used as evidence. Where 560,000 words in the English version, the teacher cut it down to 1500 words in the damn book to be used as references. Now you can see why I had the fucking mental breakdown.<br><br>By the way, never did a breakdown happen but it would be interesting to see if someone actually did go into hysterics over War and Peace. It might even be a true story for someone else in the world but far too lazy today to find evidence of Tolstoy causing mental, emotional, psychological or physical problems. Though put good money someone burst into tears in their time as a student being given the task to read the book in only a few short weeks. Now give me an assigned War and Peace reading in college and you will see a crying and blubbering student at their laptop wondering if suicide was the best option out of their assignment for Russian literature. Put my damn tuition on that. Time can be wasted writing a post to a certain website especially this monstrosity of a post than to waste another minute talking about War and Peace. Even now time is wasted on talking about how much hate is given to the book and the author who wrote it. Well, not a bad writer when it came to Anna Karenina but he cannot be excused for writing the other book. Anyone who brings War and Peace up after this will most likely seem me walk off and roll my eyes rather than get into it. Really, it is best to walk away before something happens because of the damn War and Peace. While there are no guns sitting around next to me, if one want to live to see next year, do not bring up the book.<br><br>While someone may get shot for being up the other book, I do believe 'Marienbad My Love' could possibly give me brain damage. After being given the link to the ebook and downloading merely one section, two minutes into the e-book, the possibility of finding the author and shooting the bastard came to mind. Who the fuck writes this garbage? In honesty, who wants to waste tweleve days of their lives and find out everything was a big pile of stinking shit? Shah could do a slew of things in those twelve days and she would definitely gun down whoever wrote the disgusting masterpiece. Give her the address of the idiot, have the computer whiz kid set up fake identification plus dye and change her attire and appearance before she put a couple of bullets in the forehead of the dumbass who raped great literature in the ass and left it bleeding to death in a dirty alleyway. The idiot could have used the 17 millions words for something useful like writing an instruction manual on how to work a DVR or even how to work out one's love life. People nowadays need self-help books when it comes to relationships. Lord only knows how much Shah and Jax could use a self-help book at the moment. <br><br>Self-help book?<br><br>Mhm, these two needed all the help to have a healthy relationship but considering how their track records on love has been so far, getting the two to at least not start swinging with bats and knives would be a damn good accomplishment. How many posts have gone into showing these two are not about to fall into bed together? Last I check, the further a story of two people getting together goes, the greater the writing will be along with curveball. Though if the two were to die in a fiery motorcycle crash without ever kissing or even fondling one another in pleasure then the record of getting people together will be screwed over because of those two idiots. Tell me once more why hard work is placed into this two? Oh yes, the sheer pleasure of winning over two people and make the two dumbasses to find out the two are supposed to be together whether or not their different natures could grate one another's personalities. Jax needs a bitch who is going to take what he threw at her and make it work. Fuck, sounding a bit like Tim Gunn from Project Runway but how can one another love the accented gay man who tells everyone to make it work with their outfits? <br><br>Cricket.<br><br>Cricket.<br><br>Cricket.<br><br>Come on now, not the only one who watches Project Runway. Enjoyed Christian Serriano, 'That's fierce', phenomenon all over the place. The fierceness is all around us but one wil never hear Shah say it aloud. Nope, she has better things to do. At the moment, she watches Jax make him move to talk to Clay while she becomes surrounded by the men. Prospect is there to ask her how the run went before holding out a bottle of water. Aye, the good male learned quick and she had yet to take her vitamins. Those vitamins were helping Shah to keep the rest of her body functioning and with the way she ate and kept her body, it was a wonder she did not have a bed next to Daddy D. The life of a Son or in Shah's cause, Daughter of Anarchy was not a healthy lifestyle and with one less kidney to help clear out the booze there was no room for fucking up her body. Just whoever said one's body is a temple and should be worshipped, Shah needed to worship her body and keep it from crumbling down around her. If a few cheeseburgers could put Daddy D in the red for heart attacks and high cholesterol than she was a few milkshakes away from landing in the hospital too. <br><br>My milkshakes bring all the boys to the yard<br>And they're like it's better than yours<br>Damn right its better than yours<br>I could teach you but I'd have to charge<br><br>Sorry, could not help the milkshake references. Can you believe how bad lyrics have gone? Songs used to have hidden meanings like Jefferson's Plane infamous song, 'White Rabbit', or Prince's 'Darling Nikki' which by the way a great song to play while making love. No, really, put the song on while making sweet love to someone and watch the magic happen. Do not believe me? Talk to the hand. Again, silly expression made in the early nineties to try and seem 'cooler' than one is worth. Hopefully, Shah felt cool as cucumber as the men gave their condolences and asked if she had plans to come back right away to Charming or send their Vice President back by himself. A question to ponder over but she planned on coming back with Jax after things settled down with Daddy D. Damn Daddy D's heart clonking out on him in the same week she tried out for Sergeant at Arms. Is that not a fucking coincidence? She sensed there was something in the wind which made her think certain things could come to a head soon enough. Already she heard problems of various MC clubs wanting to get a hold in the major cities in California. O9ers were chomping at the bit to muscle in and she was not about to give those rat bastards any chance to slip under the radar while Daddy D got better in the hospital.<br><br>No. <br><br>Fucking.<br><br>Way.<br><br>She rather read Marienbad My Love than to let those fuckers think they had one over on the San Francisco chapter. Well, she might read the first paragraph of Marien before she started to search around the house for rat poisoning to guzzle. Did this person really grab any royalties from this e-book? A free e-book but it still had to somehow get money to have it uploaded or compensated in some way. Who were their editor and publisher? Shah wanted some damn answers especially on how long this post might be before any progress was made to head to San Francisco. Already, she was waving off the feedback and questions about whether Daddy D needed anything to be sent his way. Elvis offered to send some Elvis songs while Juice offered to get a website up to raise money in case Daddy D needed cash to pay for his medical bills. Daddy D was fine for the money; he had so-so insurance through his job as a warehouse manager. By warehouse manager he watches the other workers push boxes of merchandise sent from merchant ships to send into the marketplace. If the insurance through his job did not cover all of his bills, Shah and the others in the chapter planned on chipping in to help out. While the thought was appreciated, SAFSOA would take care of their President. <br><br>All for the club and nothing left out.<br><br>Hmm, she enjoyed the expression of 'All for the club and nothing for Jax' but Jax was not involved with the SAFSOA chapter. Sure, he was the Vice President of the mother club but he received information on the club through email or faceless reports. He knew nothing about what went on in each of the members’ lives. Did he know Sonja a new prospect was also a mother of a three year old daughter? Sonja's husband, father to Dalia was up in Crescent City, California in the Pelican Bay State Prison for stabbing and murder of his father in law and two Black Guerrila Family members for trying to kidnap his daughter and extort money to retrieve his baby girl back. Chester was sentenced to fifteen years for the stabbing and another ten years for the murder of the three men. He would have gotten a lot more but because he committed the stabbing and murder to defend his baby girl and live to see another day, he was given the minimum. With good behavior Chester has a good chance to get out before Dalia graduates college but it left Sonja in a bind to support her daughter and herself. After all, Chester stabbed and murdered Sonja's step father and because of it shunned by the rest of her extended family. <br><br>Shah met up with Sonja at the local EDD (Employment Development Department) while she filed unemployment and the two got to know one another. See, could Jax really know the history of Sonja? Would he see her as another female trying to be a 'Son' and really playing the part until the lifestyle got to be too much? No, Sonja knew their was strength in numbers and the San Francisco chapter was a family open to accepting and bringing her into the organization. Nope, she put good money the man would roll his eyes and feel as if this was some sort of joke. At least he was on her turf and his words were to be heard by everyone around him. Though the subject of where he planned to sleep in grabbed her by surprise. He could take her room at the club house while she slept at her place in the city or he could take the place in the city and she in the club house. Mmm, best to ponder over the answer once it came up at their arrival in San Francisco. For now, all she worried about was keeping Tig away from her side and not causing a stir in case he tried to get grabby hands once more. The bastard needed to know she was not to be touched unless she wanted to be touched. Capiche.<br><br>As the group dispersed and left her to think about what needed to be checked off on her list, she eyed Piney who was of course eyeing her back. He made a backhand motion to signify for her to come to his side to 'chat'. Fuck, who knew if he wanted to chat or do something else to her. She took a deep breath and walked on over to Piney even as she felt Gemma's eyes on her back. Maybe the reason the men merged onto her like crows was to keep Gemma and her apart. Now with Piney, she had another excuse not to chat up Clay's wife and Jax's mother.<br><br>"Something is up with Opie since he got back from the trip. Do you know anything?<br><br>Aww, how nice of him to get straight to the point. The man wanted straight answers but Shah was not about to say anything if Opie did not say a word about what happened between the two of them to his father. Maybe Jax knew about the fuckfest in the hotel back in Indian Springs but she would deny everything. <br><br>"I think he is frustrated about what went down with the Mayans and possibly getting into a confrontation with them. That and he had to be away from his kids."<br><br>"That so?," Piney asked but it looked as if he knew there was another thing which bothered his only son. He wanted to know what Opie was going through and hoped it had nothing to do with Donna. Still at a loss of his daughter in law, he prayed to find the son of a bitch who murdered his son's wife.<br><br>"We talked a bit but he was more distracted with getting back to see the kids. Heard his girl will be in summer school."<br><br>Shah found out by way of riding Opie's cock. A lot can be found out by riding a man's cock. Have you seen the looks men have just as they are about to burst? The memory of her first lover came to mind who scrunched his face together as if he sucked on a lemon before he climaxed. Can a man ever really orgasm in the best way? Maybe if he raised his fists up in the air or had a sex gong to hit when the time came. He could grab a stick and smack it against the gong where the sound can be heard by all men around him who high five one another and nod their heads in agreement. What about for women? Women deserved a sex gong too but it could be a whistle or even a song to play for every female to know someone got a few orgasms today. Anything Barry White but nothing which can be played in a porno flick. Nothing kills the mood like a man singing 'Bow Chika Wow Wow' over and over to a techno remix of a one hit wonder or folk song. Has anyone ever heard one of that Eurotrash garbage? However there are a few bands which are not bad to ears and they are HIM and Rammstein.&nbsp; <br><br>"Yes, she failed a few of her classes. Needs to be pushed a bit more."<br><br>"A tutor can helped, there should be some the school supplies to help out."<br><br>She was never a good student in elementary school. A hard adjustment to the small tutoring sessions given in the group homes. There were a few times her adoptive parents either stayed in the classroom to reassure her the two were not about to dump her and keep her in line with the other students. Shah was a scrapper in elementary school, pushing and fighting with the boys who enjoyed pulling on her pigtails or trying to look up her skirt. One boy she recalled tried to pinch her bottom and she threw sand from the sandbox in his eyes. Ended up in the Principal's office and had to apologize to the boy but not before informing the kid to never snitch on her again lest he wanted to eat litter box next time. Such a hellion she was in elementary school but she left those childish ways behind and focused on her studies. While San Francisco is a pretty exoting place to be it also held its poverty and illiteracy problems. Never did Shah want to end up dealing dope on the corners or being unadopted because she was not smart enough. Oh her parents were proud to see her graduate high school and attend the local university in San Francisco. Hopefully whatever Opie's kid was going through was a phase of anger to see her mother taken away before her time.<br><br>Piney nodded before he waved her off to leave him to his thoughts. A quick conversation but she was glad to be over with it but not before Gemma motioned her over with a crook of her finger. Damn, what did Gemma want from her? She heard a lot of stories about Gemma. Gemma was once married to Jax's biological father before a truck did him in and she later remarried to Clay thus making Clay Jax's stepfather. She also knew Gemma lost a son to a hole in his heart, genetic if she remembered clearly. What Shah failed to realize was Gemma's need to keep her son close to her as much as possible even going so far as engineering his love life to hold him further down in Charming. Had Shah known what Gemma had in store for her, Shah could have hiked it back to San Francisco to keep out of the drama. However, once Gemma noticed any female around Jax, her eyes narrowed and almost in a computer like manner decrypted what kind of woman could be her son's wife. Gemma was putting a few good marks on Shah because she was part of the Sons of Anarchy and knew what the club was all about. However, there were a few bad marks because she was a woman who somehow made it into the San Fran chapter without ever letting the mother chapter know about her involvement. Either her memory was going bad or something was not right.<br><br>"You must be Shaharazad. What kind of fucking name is Shaharazad?," Gemma asked Shah as soon as she walked over to her side at the bar. Shah turned and clicked two fingers on the bar top to indicate she wanted another bottle of water. Shah and O'Hara were not her real name. How could you fucking figure that shit out? Does sound like a really shitty name for a real shitty character in a fantasy novel but that is what she went by to avoid detection. Her real name was nothing of importance because she dropped the name and adopted a new one and even legally changed her name to erase her past. She rather now have someone digging into her past and finding out information about her adoptive parents. Only the club members knew her parents were hippies while most thought she went to those two modern hippies for weed. Once a week she made sure her plans were cleared to spend the day with her adoptive parents. Usually, she spent time in their shop talking with her mother while her father helped out a customer find the best glass pipe to smoke one's weed or even a small hookah to put one's flavored tobacco. The club may come first but she gave her parents time as well in her life. In fact, the two were the ones to give their blessing on whatever lifestyle she wanted to have. <br><br>The lifestyle Shah picked was one which took a while to write out but it was great to get out as much information and get the whole picture. If Jax and the readers did not know about certain things in Shah's life and past, one could assume she was all about murdering and fucking. Well, almost all was murdering and fucking but she did have other things on her mind. Before heading off to Charming, she made sure Daddy D and her father were given their proper Father's Day gifts. Daddy D was given a new pair of riding boots while her father was given a custom made hookah made in the shape of a cannabis leaf. Her father looked almost as if he wanted to cry while Daddy D gave her a hug to make her think he wanted to kill her. Made her smile to see Daddy D happy and the idea of picking him up a few dirty magazines before riding up to the hospital seemed like a good plan. As long as Gemma did not give her a punch to the nose like she had done to Cherry she was fine with whatever the woman threw her away. Hopefully it was not a bottle but never knew what Gemma had in store for anyone.&nbsp; <br><br>"The kind of name given to me by a mother who abandoned me at the steps of the hospital," she answered as she opened the top of the bottled water and took a sip. Patting herself down, she found her vitamins in the inner pocket of her jacket and opened the small wax bag. Gemma eyed her as she popped the vitamins into her mouth and drank it down with a few gulps of the water. Maybe the female did not know Shah needed the vitamins but she did not say a word except to comment on how taking drugs in front of the President's wife might not make a great impression. "These are vitamins because I have one less kidney from cancer, you can check the scar on my side where the doctors dove in with their scalpels and removed the cancerous kidney." Gemma either did not know about the explanations she made about her body or she was trying to make sure she did not foul up on her storylines. Shah was not faking the cancer nor the fact the vitamins aided her immune system. Gemma could assume all she wanted but Shah knew who she was and who she was not and the bitch can suck her metaphorical dick.<br><br>Shah wanted to tell Gemma to suck her metaphorical dick but it might land her in the wrong crowd and she just needed to hold on until Jax finished conversing with Clay before the two could head off. Oh, if only Shah knew this woman could possibly become her future mother in law there would be a whoosh of air and Shah gunning it for San Francisco. To have two strong women in a family of mostly men could be the end of the world. Gemma a hard ass bitch who knew the world for most of her life versus Shah a female who knew the modern life of a female biker was about to take over. The modern times were starting to seep into the Sons of Anarchy especially with chapters opening itself to women and transgender. Sons had to evolve or find themselves with low membership numbers. Time to shape up Sons of Anarchy because there are now Daughters of Anarchy coming in numbers to sign up. Of course all were checked to make sure none were undercover agents trying to infiltrate the ranks of the Sons. Already a few ATF agents made it into Hells Angels and broke down a few of their chapters but none were ever going to slide their way into the Sons. Never. <br><br>"Let me see this fucking scar of yours then and let me tough it too."<br><br>Fine, if she really wanted to see the scar and touch it, fine with Shah. <br><br>"Here you go, take a look," she answered as she turned around and lifted her shirt to show the scar on her side from the surgery. The pain had not been bad since she was under anesthesia but the recovery was a bitch to go through. She could not raise up her hands more than a few inches. No riding for a few weeks. Oh, she could not even fuck in case the stitches tore and blood leaked beneath the skin. A good month of recovery along with having to go through the chemotherapy to eradicate the rest of the cancer. The time she lost her hair was documented with photographs and Chucky was kind enough to procure a wig for her to wear once big patches of her hair were gone. Shah got tired of of her hair falling out at different points in the chemo; she shaved it all off Britney Spears style and wore the wigs to finish her therapy. Gave her a good kick to wear a pink Mohawk wig and the next day a long flowing red Scarlet O'Hara wig. Shah even wore the stereotypical hippie wig with the long, straight bl.de hair and the colorful headband to tie around her forehead. To even go further with the wig, she slapped on rose colored glasses and made peace signs all day. Shah swore Daddy D was ready to ring her neck as she kept responding to every question with, 'Peace and love, brother and Make love, not war."<br><br>"Damn, did not think you were being truthful."<br><br>"I do not kid about losing a kidney, makes drinking games even harder to win. Can only take three drinks before I am lights out and drunk as a fucking skunk."<br><br>"I bet and did you really lose it to cancer or did you just get into a knife fight with a woman over fucking her man?"<br><br>"Oh, I did get into a knife fight with a woman but she was fucking my man and I did lose the kidney to cancer. Even lost my hair and wore the wigs and scarves to hide the fact my curls were gone."<br><br>"You a natural brunette?"<br><br>"Nope, flaming red head all the way."<br><br>"Just like me."<br><br>"Should I be worried?"<br><br>"As long as you bring my son back in one piece, then you should not be worried about the fact I can have your jacket and have you banished from every chapter in the country."<br><br>Oooh, good one, Gemma. Hit Shah where it really hurts. Do not go for her cunt but for her jacket and her pride she has with the club.<br><br>"Do not worry, I will make sure he comes home in one piece and hopefully with a few souvenirs to bring back for his son."<br><br>"Yes, I saw the dog. You get it for him?"<br><br>"The club pitched in and I was the one chosen to hand the puggle over."<br><br>"Want to fuck my son?"<br><br>"Excuse me?"<br><br>"You fucking head me. You want to fuck my son?"<br><br>"Not interested in fucking or doing anything with your son that is not dealing with the club. I do not shit where I eat and Jax may be going with me to San Francisco but he is not going to share my bed and I have no interest in receiving your disfavor."&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Gemma seemed satisfied by the way she gave Shah a look but she nodded and glanced towards the door to the club house. Shah could bet Gemma wanted to talk to Jax and Clay. She was not about to stop her. In fact, she was a bit too busy trying to figure out why Gemma wanted to know if Shah was interested in Jax. No offense but Jax and her looked more like cats wanting to fight for dominance than a couple in love. Besides, once she headed into San Francisco, she had a few people who could ease her need for pleasure. Shah nodded to Gemma as she torpedoed her way towards the door to talk to the head men outside while Shah finished her drink. It did not take long for Juice to sidle up next to her to ask a favor. Juice looked nervous and twitchy, she guessed from downing too many red bulls and coffee to keep him going as he played and tinkered on his super computer. The same looked she noticed was in her own tech geek's eyes while he played WoW and raided a few groups. WoW sucked the life out of people and destroyed social lives. She hated WoW talk and just like War and Peace, whoever talked of WoW was liable to be shot by her.&nbsp; <br><br>Well, well, well, <br>what kind of favor did he want?<br><br>Juice explained to her what she wanted and nodded. Not bad of a favor to ask and...<br><br>Oh shit.<br><br>Jax came back and looked as if he was heading towards his bedroom to pack up. <br><br>This either was going to get her in a lot of trouble or earn her a pat on the back.<br><br>Either way, she told Juice to shut up and listen. <br><br><strong>“YOU HAVE GOT TO BE SHITTING ME!”</strong><br><br>Shah could have died of fucking laughter. To hear Jax shouting out loud, loud enough to even disturb Blank from his sleep on the leather couch in the club house put a damn smile on her face. This is something she needed after getting the call about Daddy D's health. Almost came close to ignoring the fact Tig was making his stupid snide comments and Opie giving her the cold shoulder. She was fine with the cold shoulder but she disliked it got in the way of being members of Sons of Anarchy. He may not like how things ended but he was a lucky son of a bitch not to get further involved in her life. Only Chucky, her adoptive father and Daddy D were the three men who she let wholly into her life without reservations. Chucky managed to be the first male she enjoyed to be around. Daddy D became her second father and showed her the ropes around the club house and even was there when the whole police wedding thing went to hell. Her adoptive father of course for he raised her as his own and let her be her own person rather than conform to any mold. Considering the fact her father was a modern hippie aided to give her a chance to do what she wanted without guilt. Those three men and no more, not even any future loves because really who could handle her crazy ass? Don't answer. Really, do not answer because she did not want to hear whatever it was at all. Nope, shut your fucking mouth.<br><br>Not about to shut my fucking mouth anytime soon. This bitch, not myself but Shah has to realize all of this is about Jax and her. Not a pairing of other people but these two. There was not going to be any Opie and Tig pairing, no Prospect and Cherry pairing (that and because Cherry was off being a snow bunny in Canada), no other pairing but these two dumbasses. Dumbasses they were if the two could not fucking get it through their head to enjoy one another's company rather than snipping at one another like dogs. If it was not, I would be wasting my god damn time where I could be fucking a few men and taking shots off of a nameless woman's perky breasts but I am here. I am here reporting what is going on with Jax and Shah and damn it, those two are going to be doing the bump and grind or something bad is going to happen. Though it looks as if it is going to take a lot more conversation and doing the whole run around with writing all of this before the two even comes close to thinking about fucking one another. However, it gives us time to lay down the foundation for those two but there is always the feeling of obstacles to get in the way, is that not a real life thing to happen? You know there cannot be an easy way to get couples to pair up because if the shit was easy, there would be no single man or woman left in the North America who was not been to my bed, fuck you very much.<br><br>Now, we were at the part of Shah laughing her ass off. No really, her ass disconnected itself from the rest of her, walked away and started to laugh hysterically. She watched as the whole group descended into Jax's room not only to find out what the commotion was all about but get a better view of the pink room. Oh how she wanted to have her camera with her but her iPhone would have to do the job as she recorded the expressions and the comments made on the newly 'painted' pink room. She followed the rest of the men but stayed in the back of the group crowded into the doorway and in the room to check out the new paint job given to Jax's room on behalf of Shah's generosity. The man deserved the paint job after being a pussy to her by not warning her about the torture method. Of course the woman was still stung about the betrayal especially when she was letting her guard down about what Jax might mean to her. Now, before anyone thinks Shah is interested in Jax at this moment, it is more of him becoming a friend than anything else to her. It would be nice to add an ally within the SAMCRO ranks. How was she to know there were two people, a drunken Englishmen and a chocolate addicted American were fucking around with her fate lines. If she had known, she could have tried to find out where the bitch lived and where the fucker resided whether or not one lived an ocean away. There were of course SOA chapters all over the world and word could spread about needing to take out a drunken writer. However, since she knew none of this but instead tried to get as much video as possible of Jax's reactions, she let things slide.<br><br>Once she heard her name being called out, a smile slipped onto her lips. This was fucking beautiful. Absolutely beautiful and it did not take Jax long to pick up on who had done this to his room. "What? You needed a new color scheme, Jax," she answered over the rush of other comments thrown his way. The paint and everything else covered in the pink coloring would wash off though she did not say a thing to Jax for the man figured out who had done this to his room, he could certainly find out the solution to his problem. Besides, he did look good in pink but only if the pink was darker in coloring than the girly pink she noticed a few teenage females had in their bedrooms. She thanked her adoptive parents for not throwing her out in the streets when her teenage hormones got out of control at different times of the day. If and when came the day she ever thought to have children, Shah planned on raising them for the first few months, send them off as teenagers and bring them back from boarding school just when those little bastards are about to hit eighteen and head off to college. Shah was making damn sure any of her future kids went off to college whether or not he or she enjoyed school. In this day and age, high school diplomas did not cut it and having at least an Associate Degree could get a minimum wage job as a telemarketer or sell insurance to the elderly. Best to get a bachelor's degree but considering how the economy was going, everybody was taking whatever job was open to them. <br><br><em>“Elvis, I’m going to San Francisco. In a wardrobe that is completely pink. Completely fucking pink.”</em><br><br>Yes, Jax managed to get the point across, Shah mused as she got onto the tips of her toes to get a better shot of Jax's fuming face. With no luck, she could put together a youtube video and have SAFSOA's own tech master upload it to their private server. Shah could work a phone and a laptop but fuck if she knew what html and BBCoding were but leave it to Tony to know everything about computers and electronics. Though it was not bad Tony looked good in a banana hammock but the incident was something Tony would rather forget and relegate it to a drunken night and stupid decision making. Jax was going to fit right in with the rest of the idiotic but lovable bunch especially with Gay Pride this weekend. She thought she would have missed it because of her stay here in Charming but with Daddy D's condition, it might not be a one night stay after all in San Francisco. Way things look, might be a good two to three days enough time for her to participate in the Gay Pride festivities. If there was ever a time to thank mini heart attacks it would be today but she was not going to let her responsibilities fall to the wayside because of the debauchery to commence in San Francisco for the weekend.<br><br>However it was going to be fucking funny to see men and women but mostly men hitting on Jax in his new pink outfit. Whether or not he figured out the pink came off by washing it once or dunking it in water, she merely let him think his whole set of clothes were forever pink, she served herself a glass of water at the bar. She let the men talk and rib Jax about how he was going to bring all the boys to his yard with his new set of outfits. Mmm, maybe she should have painted the room and his stuff in rainbow colors but it would have taken much longer time and Jax could have walked in on her if he wanted to know why she was taking too damn long. Though it was a wonder no one had gone into his room to either borrow something or check to see if Blank might enjoy taking a nap on the bed. Nonetheless, it was perfect none of them spoiled the surprised and let Jax know before he got a chance to see it for himself. At least Shah had a good story to tell the members back home to try and pick up the morale. Fuck only knew if their morale would be tested with the fact of Daddy D ending up in the hospital once more. The old bastard needed to figure himself out before he took his own life by eating one too many cheeseburgers. <br><br>Mmm, cheeseburgers are something she could really go for at the moment. A nice cheeseburger with a side of fries and a milkshake. Oh fuck, she was going to have to make a run whenever the pair stopped for gas to load up on a few bags of cheeseburgers before getting into San Francisco. At this hour, the only places opened in San Francisco would be gay bars and massage parlors, not really what she wanted to eat but hell, if she ever needed a happy ending at three in the morning, she knew just the place to go. However, since she wanted food and not a happy ending it was best to put such thoughts away and focus on the ride to San Francisco. Plus it would not hurt for her to see San Francisco once more and spend a night in her own room at the club house. In the San Francisco club house she never had to worry about anyone trying to take her out of her bed to torture her but then again Chucky was known to get into her bed when his own room was filled with women he already fucked and were not about to leave anytime soon. Chucky really needed to find a way to tell those crazy and clingy bitches to get out before he tried to move into her room the next time the chapter threw a party. <br><br>"Hey Blank," she whispered as she leaned down to take the little puggle in her arms. Looks like someone was feeding him a bit more than necessary because it looked like Blank ate a good five meals in one day. Whoever was in charge of taking care of him while Jax and her were away were going to be in for a big stinking surprise. Carefully, she rubbed the puppy's stomach, gently trying to make sure he was not uncomfortable with the load of food in its stomach. Damn, whoever was feeding it needed to lay off of whatever it was fed because it could harm the little guy. People thought dogs could be given anything as long as it was able to be digested and not too big for the dog to chomp on. Fucking wrong. Hopefully Chucky was taking care of the new puppy he bought for her. Just like him to get her a dog when she was not in town to check it out and make sure her place was ready to take on a little puppy. Though it was nice to get a pet after all she needed a bit of company when she was by herself considering her options in life. While she may have the lifestyle she always wanted, who to share it with? Funny considering a crazy but educated but bitch like her could admit there were times she was lonely but she never voiced it aloud. Better to work out her problems in private than airing it out for everyone to hear and put their two cents on.<br><br>Fuck, maybe she should get her journal out or even podcast her thoughts. Seemed her own thoughts mirrored that of a male who wrote out the own actions of what went on in Jax's world. Though it was best for her to keep her thoughts to herself than have everyone including law enforcement find out what was going on in her head. Last time she talked, Jax ended up screwing her over. Damn it, one should know a woman continues to bring up past grievances unless the asshole or idiot manages to make things better later on. If Jax could pull something out of his ass in the few days she ended up with him in San Francisco, there was the possibility of the slate being cleaned. Until then, Jax was heading to her world for the next few days and it was about to become a bumpy ass ride. "Babe? Did not think I turned into your Babe, Mr. Teller," she commented as she grabbed her bag from the floor and slung the strap over her shoulder. She placed Blank down on the floor, hoping to God the idiot who overfed him would not continue to feed him before he went to bed. At the most, Blank was going to throw up the extra food and make someone work a bit hard to get out the vomit from the floor or anyplace the dog spewed on. Poor Prospect because she put money he was the one to be forced to clean up the fucking mess but then she remembered the shit she had to do as a Prospect and she closed off the sympathy for the bastard.<br><br>Hell, she would have enjoyed Prospect pissing his pants when the gays hounded him to show them his cock. Rock out with your fucking cock out was the motto for the nightlife in San Francisco. Gay men were out in their assless chaps and jock straps while butch lesbians stomped out in lesbian bars with hiking boots and tool belts. Well, most lesbians were geeky lesbians in San Francisco who looked like Velma from Scooby-Doo. <br><br>Ever seen a Velma look alike? <br><br>Fucking cute as hell. <br><br>Scooby-Doo might have wanted to hit that but he must have secretly wanted to fuck Shaggy.<br><br>Wait.<br><br>Talking about a cartoon dog having sex with a stoned male?<br><br>Fuck, do I need to take a fucking nap.<br><br>"Nice pink bag, bought it in Indian Springs?," she teased as she pulled her hair up into a messy bun, ready to ride out and see Daddy D. Jax was going to get eaten by the lovely gays. Hell, if he tried to be homophobic or tried anything, a good possibility the Drag Queens turned on him and beat the hell out of him. Jax may take care of himself in a bar fight but put it up against five seven foot giantess Drag Queens with big hair and <br><br>What happens when we reach San Fran? Damn it, if only she got to the punch line before the English bastard first. <br><br>Oh fucking well.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>What happens when the two reach San Francisco?<br><br>First order of business was heading to the hospital to see Daddy D. Daddy D was being taken cared of by a few of the members who watched over his room and made sure no one but doctors and nurses came in. The doctors and nurses might not be up to having bikers turned bodyguards for Daddy D but there was no budging them from their positions. Daddy D was just as important as any other chapter president. If one chapter went down, it affected the rest of the chapters surrounding it. For San Francisco, it held its base in prostitution, recreational drugs and illegal immigration. Parts of San Francisco were filled with sweat shops and in those sweat shops most of the women and men were brought in by the San Francisco chapter. Shah did have her morals and while she knew most of these women brought in from overseas were being put to work in the massage parlors or brothels scattered throughout San Francisco, she tried her best not to think about. To think about the things she done and seen in her life with Sons of Anarchy could easily make her depressed and lean into the bottle to wash away the dark memories and crimes committed by her own hands or with the use of weapons. If ever Alcatraz Island was brought back as a prison, Shah would be in the top ten criminals to put away because she killed for the club and without ever wondering of who she destroyed because of it. <br><br>No.<br><br>That was a lie.<br><br>Of course Shah thought about what happened to the rest of the victim's family. Thought about it whenever she was alone which was another reason she was glad to have the new female puppy around. Shah could spend her time focusing on the dog rather than focusing on the nightmares she had at night about the victims she took out. A few of them managed to get beneath her skin but there was always the mask of normalcy to place over her face. No one could know the fact the one murder which got to her was the murder of a father of three. He was at the bar drinking a whiskey to celebrate his promotion but he was there to witness the double murder of the bartender and manager who both were found to be guilty of roofing females in their bars and videotaping them while being raped all the while the females were unconscious. Men who raped women against their will sickened her. Never did she enjoy child molesters and pedophiles living in San Francisco and if she had the power to find out which man or woman on the street was abusing children, she would make sure to make them pay. It was only by luck no one but the two men were in the bar on a Wednesday night but when she walked in, another male came in after her to ask for a whiskey. This was the only time she could get the two bastards before the two headed off to Mexico to escape prosecution and extradition. <br><br>Bang. Bang. Shah Shot Him Down.<br><br>Shah shot down the two men and took the life of the father to keep him from squealing. There were a few dirty SFPD cops but not enough to get her off if the witness went to the police and found any video or even people brave enough to come forward. In San Francisco, it was best to party, dine and fuck but never ask too many questions about one's profession. She did not ask the hustlers much about what happened between him and his gay customer but she made sure to keep her hold strong on them. Before the man died, he talked about his children and even threw her a portrait shot down of the three children. Two boys and one girl. Shah noticed the little girl in the picture was wrought with a physical disability while the other two children surrounded the daughter, big smiles on their faces. Never had she known those children were real until she went to the man's funeral and watched as the widow spread herself over the closed coffin and cried out for her husband. The one time Shah cried for someone she murdered and paid her respects by sending an anonymous check to the widow's family to support her for at least the next year. It did not absolve her of her sins but it helped to ease the knowledge of taking a father from three children lives.<br><br>See, Shah is not all about murdering and reading literature. She does have a conscience which can bite her in the ass every once in a while. Hopefully, Jax could get to see the side of Shah only seen by the men and women in San Francisco. Even more, Jax might be able to see even more of her once the weekend hit. Shah was always one to join in the spirit of Gay Pride. Slap pasties, assless chaps and a pair of star sunglasses and Shah was a grand participant in the parade. Would Jax join in on the festivities and show a bit of Gay Pride or end up on the sidelines watching everyone else having fun? During Gay Pride weekend there was no place to hide from the gays when out in full swing. Just like Zombies those cock sucking men got their hands on any single or about to break up male in San Francisco. Shah had to watch as well for the lesbians because one sniff of her being single and those bitches converged on her like vultures to a carcass in the desert. Funny how easy the imagery came to Shah's mind as she walked out of the club house a loaner bike. As soon as she could get to her garage, Shah had every plan to switch out the bikes and use her own and have Chucky load the bike and have it shipped back to Clay. Someone else may be in use of the loaner bike and she rather drive around San Fran on her own custom bike.<br><br>Nonetheless, if things went according to the plan, those two could be riding one another if you know what I mean. Aww come on, it was a good poke at those two. Look at the way Shah glances around the parking lot as she puts on her helmet and revs up the bike. While Charming, California was nowhere near San Francisco, thirty years from now when she starts to slow down on her lifestyle and wants to settle into a calmer environment this was a great place to settle roots down. For now, she revs up her loaner bike and makes sure there is enough gas to take her to San Francisco. By the look of the gas measure, she had enough to get her to Oakland before she needed to gas up. She did not want to end up in 09er territory at three in the morning and thought it wise to gas up twenty minutes before entering into Oakland and using the freeway to San Jose to go around the city. She put money the 09ers were up to no good at this time of night, for Christ's sake there was an infamous stretch where the hookers and pimps were known to frequent called the 'Oakkie Track'. There on the Oakkie Track whores were made to walk the street all day and all night even underage hookers who were stolen from their families or picked up from shelters. The pimps could care less about whether their whores were assaulted or raped as long as money was placed in their hand.<br><br>"Time to head out," she called out over the roar of her bike. Yes, time to head out and start a new chapter on the Jax and Shah love story. Hah, it is no ordinary love story. Instead of balls and glass slippers it will be a Gay Pride weekend and a boot to the ass if Jax tried to rain on her parade. Well, Daddy D might put a boot in her own ass if he asked her point blank if she fucked any of the SAMCRO members. The man had an uncanny way to figure out what she was thinking before she even said it aloud. It freaked her out the first few times she came around to the chapter as a hang around but now it was more of trying to beat Daddy D at his own guessing game. She had to get him to focus on himself instead of noticing the glow on her face from a good old fucking match. Putting the headlights on the bike, she turned to wave to those who came out of the clubhouse to see them go. Gemma was the one to give her a glare and a motion of her needing to take care of her baby boy. Jax could take care of his own damn self but considering Jax never lived in a town with as many gay bars as there were churches, a tour guide might be in store for him. San Francisco gets ready for Jax because sooner or later he was going to be a part of the SF scene.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>08-07-2009, 22:23:06</strong>
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				Jax went to San Francisco with Shah. He beat all the other gangs. Then he saved Daddy D’s life as he was super intelligent and learnt science and medicine. Then Shah fell in love with him and they had drunken monkey sex for hours. Jax became President of SAMCRO and they all lived happily ever after.<br><br>The end.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>08-07-2009, 22:24:50</strong>
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				.<br><br>.<br><br>.<br><br>.<br><br>.<br><br>.<br><br>.<br><br>.<br><br>.<br><br>.<br><br>.<br><br>.<br><br>.<br><br>.<br><br>.<br><br>If only life could be that easy…<br><br><br>“How much of human life is lost in waiting?”<br>Ralph Waldo Emerson<br><br>You can wiki him if you like… and that’s not a euphemism. I did… it’s a bad habit I have. Not really that interesting an article for someone who is supposedly one of America’s great orators and the man who declared its intellectual and literary independence from the Old World. Not that inspiring either. More or less makes him look like a pussy. He was all about American Transcendentalism but was too much of a pussy to actually live on one of the utopian type communes set up on those principles… probably because he was smart enough to realise life there was going to suck. No animals? No meat? You have to grow everything by hand? Nice for a weekend to cleanse your soul or whatever, but a life like that? When down the road your neighbour is hitching up his oxen to do the ploughing and feasting on steak and eggs? Yeah, I can see why he didn’t sign up. To be fair he did whine and moan about how it was his “greatest” regret not to have taken part… which he got to write from the comfort of his cosy library I’d imagine which slightly takes the weight off it.<br><br>And then there’s the slavery issue. Runs a pretty similar line. He lamented in his journal about it, but when it came to actually publish anything or speak out about it his mouth remained firmly closed and his pen stilled. At a time when a US senator was being beaten in his office by a rival for daring to suggest that “those damn darkies” (he’s have probably used a slightly less civilised term, but even I, with the shrouds of history and relative obscurity of the internet to protect me, still feel a little weird about using it in this context) should you know, not be treated as subhuman, and other abolitionists were getting shot at public rallies a certain Ralph Waldo Emerson was fairly silent. Oh, eventually he got on the train and started to publish and speak on the issue, but really, he hid when the going was tough and only came out when it was a little easier going. Not exactly a trail blazer right there…<br><br>Which is why, despite putting that quote at the top of this post (and I like the quote, don’t get me wrong…), it’s not going to be the one leading into my infamous critical analysis. No, that comes from a far less intellectual (although people will argue with that if they have to) and much more inspiring source. One that has fuelled people for centuries, that has become so intertwined with a culture that it’s now a virtual stereotype.<br><br>“Good things come to those who wait.”<br>Guiness.<br><br>Oh, I think you can see where I’m going with this. If, in a very strange future world where “How One Crow Met His Rose” is prescribed reading for reluctant school children or the subject of many a student thesis then this would be the meta-textual analysis part, where they point out how “Good things come to those who wait” relates no only to the long build up for a possible Jax/Shah relationship but also to the relatively slow rate of posting by our two puppet asters. Or, at least this puppet master.<br><br>Unfortunately, I just ruined it for them by spelling it out in pretty much plain English… although to be fair, they should have noticed already considering my habit of literally breaking the fourth wall. Is it still the fourth wall in a web story? The term originated from the stage where scenes inside a house would have 3 walls… and then the invisible fourth wall the audience were hidden behind. Guess it just about works on tv… but on a story we read on a website? Far harder to say. I mean, are there any walls at all? What dimensions does the text inhabit? What dimensions do the characters and ideas that emerge from the text inhabit?<br><br>Now that’s some real meta-commentary right there. If only I could understand a bloody word of it.<br><br>But, the alert student will notice something, something that I seem to recall was hinted at in earlier posts. For all this talk of waiting, for all this talk of a slow burning relationship forming between these two easy riders, it’s still been less from a week since they first met, since Jax and Half Sack first thought the redhead in the cut was the real Shah’s old lady… or just a bitch on the side. Less than a week. Sure, a fair amount’s happened in that week… and sure we’ve had fun stretching it all out and putting up these big ass posts, but still, it’s just a week.<br><br>And, if they’ve worked out it’s just a week, then perhaps they’re trying to put together a timeline. Trying to work out exactly what’s going on. You try and fix on definitive dates and work from there. Well, we finally got one… Gay Pride was this upcoming weekend. That puts the current date sometime just before the 26th of June. Now, seeing as Shah believes it’ll be at least a 2 or 3 days trip which gives her time to show up and enjoy the festivities let’s be conservative and say it’s currently (very) early Friday morning. That leads to a pretty scary realisation.<br><br>As we speak… or as we write… in the world that Shah and Jax inhabit, Michael Jackson is still alive.<br><br>And that leads us on the power of the writer. As pretentious as it sounds, we create a world… we nurture it. We give life and we take it away. Because of our key strokes people within that world live and die, love and hate, sleep and fuck, become sexist pigs or sensitive types. If we wished it Michael Jackson could live forever in this world. Hell, if we wished it Michael Jackson could become the president of the fucking Hells Angels. Or we could do what we always do… fudge. Not mention him unless we want to see how our characters react to his death (a process known in comics as “fridging”… where (generally) a female character is brought in and killed with the only reason being a plot device to see the reaction of the heroic male lead, named after an infamous issue of Green Lantern where Kyle Rayner found his then girlfriend (who was being written as a one dimensional crutch more than anything else at the time) had been killed and left in the fridge. Hell, there’s a whole website about the topic.<br><br>Once again… off-topic on my off-topic discussions.<br><br>So now that those students so diligently studying this work in that weird future universe where the Ballard of Shah and Jax is considered a literary epic on the level of War and Peace (bring on your napkins and your wolverines… I fear no post) have been thrown a bone, is it time to cut back to the action or shall we once more continue with this voiceover type effect.<br><br>Guess the answer to that one…<br><br>Yep, on we go.<br><br>So good things come to those who wait… and in real life terms (or at least, as real life as these type of stories can get) Shah and Jax haven’t been waiting that long. What then for our irascible pair then? And, in Jax’s case, does Shah count as a “good thing”. Does Jax count for Shah. I mean, let’s be honest, neither of them are objectively the best of catches. Either of them could be swept up by the pigs at virtually any moment and then end up spending a considerable amount of time in jail, leaving whoever they were with to support themselves and any family they may have. Add in that the law has shown it’s not above manipulating and putting pressure on those members of the Sons of Anarchy cared about and just being the Old Lady… or Man in general wasn’t something to be taken on lightly. Then, let’s say you were Jax’s lucky lady. You’ve got a divorcee with a kid, a mom who can’t help but stick her nose in, an girl from his past with severe passive-aggressive tendencies and a possible obsession and the ex-wife who’s cleaning herself up and wants Jax back. He doesn’t really have much to his name outside the bike and whoever you are and however much he loves you, the Club will always be there first. And Shah? Shah’s a little better. Sure, she’s still got the obsession with the Club and she’s got some overprotective friends… missing a kidney and I’m sure there are some other skeletons in her closet, but she’s got some stuff on Jax. Even so none of them are really going to top any generic singles list… unless it’s a very strange singles list you log onto. Shah’s probably got a profile on Collarme or something, but yeah, don’t think it’s that likely for Jax.<br><br>So, what did you want to be when you grew up?<br><br>Personally, I’m quite sad. I knew what I wanted to be from a young age and I’ve worked towards that ever since. And it’s not even the most dramatic or exciting careers. I didn’t want to be a soccer player, a footballer, a rapper or a rockstar. It’s not even a do-gooder career… never wanted to be a vet, a doctor, a humanitarian relief worker or any of that other shit. There’s been no “finding myself” or any of that other crap. I knew what I wanted, it turned out it was financially and practically viable and I went for it.<br><br>How about Jax?<br><br>Well, we’ve never been told directly… remember what I said about the power of the writer… but it doesn’t take much to guess. He wanted to be exactly what he is now. Perhaps without all the shit in his personal life, but what he wanted was to be a respected member of the Sons of Anarchy. Soon… however vague that term is… he would be President of SAMCRO and the single most important man in the whole Sons of Anarchy roster across the world. He’d hero worshipped his dad, loved the life, loved everything about being a member of the Sons and here he was, exactly where he’d always wanted to be.<br><br>At least, that’s the way you first look at it.<br><br>Then, if you begin to scratch below the surface it isn’t quite that simple. And that’s not pointing out the flaws in his life outside the Club. Look at the Club itself. Blood and death. Drugs was about the only vice SAMCRO itself didn’t involve itself in… and other charters did. They had come damn close to executing a sixteen year old girl… they’d got involved with cops being shot. What had once been a club about freedom, about escaping the pretentious American Dream, the suffocating grip of suburbia had been corrupted. It was about&nbsp; dealing with an America that didn’t understand what they had gone through in Vietnam, it was about the open road. It was not about punishment beatings, about gun running, about shoot outs and hiding from the law. They hadn’t been a stereotype… and now they were falling into one.<br><br>Perhaps it was natural that it would change. Perhaps it had to. As John Teller himself said: "On the fringe, blood and bullets are the law. And if you're a man with convictions, violence is inevitable." Of course the Club was going to exist out there on those fringes there would be issues. They’d have to fight for what they wanted. When you break away from that all encompassing shield of being “normal” you get left on the fringes… on the fringes with neo-nazi’s like the Nords, with gangsters like the 09’ers, with Motorcycle Clubs that never had any intention of simply embracing freedom like the Mayans, with militia-wackos who can put the whole Club in danger. When you’re on the fringes it’s hard not to become more bitter, more ruthless, more angry. It’s hard not to get drawn in to the shit storm that flies around.<br><br>So sure Jax Teller had always wanted to be a part of SAMCRO, had wanted to be Vice President, had wanted to take over when Clay finally stubbed out his last cigar at the head of the table. But he wasn’t quite sure the Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club, Redwood Original he would be taking over was the one he dreamed of. Sure he could make changes when the time came… but some things had gone on too long. In the same way the Devil’s Tribe had lost members when they got patched over, the Sons would lose some members is they softened up too much. And Jax wasn’t about letting the Club fall apart on his watch.<br><br>Perhaps San Francisco, the Golden Gate City, Shaky Town, Baghdad by the Bay, The City by the Bay, the Paris of the West, would be good for him. Perhaps Clay had it right during the little discussion he had with Gemma. Perhaps Jax would take his experiences in San Fran and they would show him that the grass wasn’t greener on the other side… that Charming was where his future lay and he should not try and change anything. Just step into Clay’s boots when his arthritis finally took his presidency from him. Quell the wanderlust in his heart and show him that the journal of John Teller was not something he should take seriously. Perhaps it was the only way. You can’t argue with the dead, can’t make them see they were wrong. And can you imagine insulting his father to Jax’s face? Jax hero worships that guy like nothing you’ve ever seen. You want to guarantee a fist fight… say something bad about John Teller to Jax’s face. You want to guarantee that knife he carries around gets pulled? You say something really disparaging. So no, you can’t argue with John Teller when it comes to shaping Jax’s world view. You just have to hope that showing him something else realises that what the Sons are now is fine… and that they couldn’t function any other way. And you hope that by showing him differing life experiences you can make Jax himself begin to question his father’s vision. You have to manipulate him without Jax directly realising it… and that’s something that both Clay and Gemma despite their considerable skills and charms have been unable to do.<br><br>Off topic for a minute… you remember me talking about Jackson earlier?<br><br>Moonwalker was just on the tv. Brilliant movie… cracky as hell but absolutely brilliant. Michael Jackson getting into a dance-off contest with a rabbit suit called Spike which comes to life? Jackson as a magical gangster who can turn into a sports car? The bad guy threatening to get the entire world addicted to drugs. Jackson turning into a giant fucking metal robot that sparkles… and then a spaceship… and then the gangster bad guy suddenly has a damn laser cannon?<br><br>Someone took some serious drugs to have those ideas.<br><br>Back on topic.<br><br>What Jax did have to keep in mind was his reason for being sent to San Francisco… and not just because those two bastards (or one bastard and one bitch) want him there so they can write about something other than the “dusty, long roads of Charming”. No, the reason he was being sent to San Francisco was to observe Shah in her natural territory… to continue observing her, to continue seeing is she really was material to become the Sergeant of Arms for the San Fran chapter. It wasn’t a holiday but neither was it quite business. He shouldn’t get too directly involved. Sure he’d do his thing if threatened or if actually required but it corrupted the whole damn thing if he helped too much. Jax had never been the one to stand in the corner of the room, draped in shadows, silently observing and all that shit… but in essence that was what he was doing here… or there… or when he actually got there…<br><br>Jax had never really thought of himself as the evaluating type. Sure he had a quick mind… a mind he often hid from the others, and he could think through situations quicker that certain other members of the Club… and he wasn’t afraid of opening his mouth and saying what was on his mind. He liked to think he was fair, he liked to think he knew what the Club needed in its members. But someone evaluating other members? Fuck that he felt like he should wear a suit and a have a little clipboard with a series of checklists to tick through, a look that would be completed by having a pair of horn-rimmed glasses he could wear on his face, pushing them down to look over them every time he wanted to ask a pressing question, examine more closely or, worst of all, just to add to the image. Jax wasn’t even sure he had a suit. There was probably one stuffed in the back of a closet somewhere from one of his court appearances but a suit and tie wasn’t exactly part of the loose Sons of Anarchy uniform. There were some clipboards in the garage he guessed and he would probably be able to convince on of the Crow eaters who had a pair of glasses to lend them too him, but all in all it wasn’t exactly a look Jax wanted.<br><br>Although, that said… it may have been better than pink.<br><br>Do you ever feel like we’re in a tale half formed? That you sort of know the answer and we’re just waiting for the question to be asked? That we know where this all ends and we’re just waiting to get there?<br><br>I’m feeling that pretty strongly… and that’s on two fronts. You see, we’ve got both the Sons of Anarchy plot going on… and then the Saga of Jax and Shah. Both have a certain inevitability to them. Let us take the simple one first. Despite starting badly it seems clear that at some stage Jax and Shah are going to have sex. Normally I’d put it down to they have a drinking session and after a few too many shots, beers and general debauchery the pair end up falling into bed together. But then you’ve got Shah’s whole kidney and vitamins thing meaning she doesn’t really drink… and when she does it’s one tequila, two tequila, three tequila floor. Which considering we’ve never seen Jax being sold as a lightweight for them to drunkenly stagger into each other and fuck like the rabbits we really know they are we’d have to engineer a situation where Jax is solidly drinking for a few hours and then… and only then… does Shah join in. Which may be a little much, even for us.<br><br>So, if we’ve got to strike random freaky drunken animal sex from the list, which leaves our options a little limited. But the practicalities of the issue are beyond the point. As was said before, we KNOW they’re going to hook up at one stage or another, it’s just the journey of getting there. Hell, sexual tension for the win right? Right?<br><br>But that’s only one of the little plot strands we’ve dealt with.<br><br>You see, we’re doing this in a shared universe. We didn’t create the Sons of Anarchy and I sure as hell didn’t create Jax. Hell, the finest compliment I could get as a writer referring to this piece would be for someone to say that Jax is exactly the same here as he is when he’s beamed into your tv set. Despite the power of the writer I referenced earlier, we’re bound by certain restrictions. And we’re standing on the shoulders of giants.<br><br>I’ve mentioned Shakespeare before in these meta-textual commentaries that take far too long, far too much space and far too much effort. And that wasn’t random name dropping. If that was the case I’d talk about the good friend of mine who’s dad bought the rights to Papa New Guinea’s natural resources… and later got chased off the island by a bunch of natives with spears once all the infrastructure he put in was nationalised. No, there’s a reason Shakespeare appears so much in my work. And it’s not exactly the most hidden of secrets… it’s mentioned in the damn Wikipedia article for God’s sake… that doesn’t require any deep analysis right there.<br><br>But, we’re going on anyway.<br><br>I may have avoided having to study War and Peace during my education (still not afraid of those stairs…) but I did have the joy of reading Hamlet… multiple times. Sons of Anarchy is pretty much a Hamlet clone. You have the prince of the land, son to a father who has tragically and mysteriously died… apparently by natural causes. You have his mother marrying again to a man who has stepped up to become the king and a step-father to the prince. You have the prince talking to the ghost of his father (ok, it’s a journal, but it’s close enough) and questioning the way his country is being run, thinking there should be changes. And now we have the revelation to the audience that it may well be that it was the Queen and new king who conspired to see the prince’s father fall. And just because one tragic death isn’t enough we also have the new king organising the death of the prince’s best friend… and killing his wife by mistake.<br><br>So, once again, we seem to know where it ends. The truth will out at some stage and then there truly will be blood and bullets.<br><br>I hope it doesn’t end like Hamlet. Hamlet dies. I quite like Jax. I certainly hope we don’t kill of Jax… that would be awkward.<br><br>Hell, Hamlet got sent to England when his mother began to fear he would kill his step father. Now Jax is off to San Francisco… and not for entirely different reasons.<br><br>Get thee to a nunnery bitch?<br><br>Can you imagine Shah at a nunnery? I can… but it’s one of those nunnery’s you only find on DVD, come with a £29.99 price tag, have a strict “Not for Under 18s” sticker at the top, and all the habits appear to be made of PVC. But those are a very specific type of nunnery and I truly doubt that’s where Ophelia was sent. That said, is the San Francisco chapter of the Sons of Anarchy ever needed some ready cash I’m certain there’d be a number of people willing to buy that DVD. Hell, there’s probably a whole host of girls in San Francisco who would pay good money to appear in the DVD and let Shah wear that kinky PVC outfit and punish them for being sinful. Probably be a whole bunch who would pay a lot more for the chance to punish Shah, but I’m not sure even the prospect of large amounts of money would get Shah into that. Jax will probably meet some of them when Shah inevitably drags him down to the Gay Pride <br><br>But let’s leave that little part of my personal fantasies aside for the moment and get back to the plot in question.<br><br>So, how do we place this? What development can we do? Can we fling this plot further forward? Could it be us, two people who are effectively writing erotic fan fiction… (although, truth be told… there’s been sweet fuck all eroticism so far… I feel bad for anyone who comes here looking for a cheap quick thrill, sees this thread has gone god knows how many pages and thinks “damn, there’s got to be some prime smut in here, let me stick my hand down my pants and get ready to enjoy myself” before they actually sits down and read it)… come up with a plot to match the one we’ll all be seeing on our TV screens (or well, computer screens if you’re naughty)? How far do we develop that aspect of the plot? How much effort do we put into that? Or do we just continue to write in some soft space where we ignore that burning issue?<br><br>It’s a real question isn’t it?<br><br>But, enough with my barely comprehensible rantings… at least for now. You’ve all had to deal with enough of my overly long soliloquies without much of a point for a lifetime, but like an addict, I sometimes just can’t help myself however hard I try.<br><br>Oh, go on then, one more.<br><br>Note to Reader: You can skip this part below to the big dividing line… I’m getting pretentious and psuedo-intellectual. In the worst possible way. I’m discussing Hamlet. Get worried… get real fucking worried...<br><br>What is mankind? Who am I? What is the meaning of life? These are multifaceted existential questions that Jax has no doubt spent virtually no time considering. Why would consider it when there’s been a whole host of philosophers… good and bad… who have attempted to answer such questions and never been able to give that definitive answer; numberless philosophers pouring every hour under the sun in that vain search for the “truth” behind those questions…&nbsp; but tragically died before finding a suitable answer. It’s no surprise that existentialism has always been a major part of philosophy… it’s pretentious enough that it appeals to everyone that way inclined and you can’t really be proven wrong. I mean, that’s a great niche right there. You know where this is going? I’m sure you do. You see, one way of dealing with these questions is my not directly dealing with them. Well, at least not yourself. You see, the character Hamlet (attempts to) explore(s) these pretentious, kinda pointless existential questions, seeking truth and understanding as he tries to come to grips with his father's death. In the end, Hamlet proves to be an exceedingly existential character. I think I’ve heard that used as an insult on Big Bang Theory, I don’t know. What the hell is an existential character? Why the hell did I just call Hamlet an existential character?<br><br>Prince Hamlet is a university student who enjoys contemplating difficult philosophical questions… which makes him identical to roughly 1/3 of university students. Of the other 2/3rds some are too busy drinking themselves into an early grave and the others are too busy fucking. Some people attempt all 3 at once, but honestly, it’s quite hard to keep your concentration with quite that much going on. When his father, king of Denmark, dies, he returns home to find evidence of foul play in his father’s death. The Ghost of Hamlet (the dead king) tells Prince Hamlet that his uncle Claudius is the murderer. I never got the obsession with naming your son after you… especially considering this is the Old World, so it’s not like you can just stick a “Jr” on the end and it’ll all be ok. Throughout the rest of the play, Hamlet seeks to prove Claudius’ pretty fucking obvious guilt before he takes action against Claudius. However, Hamlet is pensive beyond all reasonable levels, at times even brooding; he constantly overuses his intellect while ignoring his emotions and ignoring what "feels right"... as in... he's a pussy. His extreme logic causes him to delay his revenge against Claudius until the final scene of the play where he kills Claudius and proves that he has progressed into a truly existential character... and hopefully not a pussy. God, I used that term again. I suck.<br><br>Anyways, here’s where this stops just being a shit Hamlet analysis with the odd one-liner thrown in. Here it becomes something more.<br><br>You see, in the pretty little analysis I laid out earlier, Jax (fairly obviously) had the role of Hamlet. But Jax certainly isn’t a motherfucker who ignores his emotions. Sure, he’ll analyse something, he’d use some logic, he’d try and think things through. But he’d also put a boot up someone’s ass without thinking too hard about it if you came here and pissed him off. Hamlet may have been paralysed by a need to know the truth, but Jax had no such scruples. He may temper his instincts but he was still willing to follow them.<br><br>You see, when we first joined Hamlet that douchebag acted out of pure intellect and processed logic. Natural instincts? Yeah, Fuck them. Emotions? Fuck them too. Power of his intelligence? Yeah, motherfucker, that’s whole we roll in this house. Seriously, when Hamlet encounters his father's ghost… all translucent and ghosty, he does not believe it is his father… even though he has an emotional reaction upon seeing it. That said, if a ghost of my dad showed up to confront me right this very moment I’d doubt it was him; 1) because I’m fairly certain he’s still alive… and 2) <br>because it’s a fucking ghost for gods sake. How many people have conversations with a fucking ghost? Me, I’d wonder if I’d had some (very) strong cheese the night before and if anyone had spiked my shit. Unsurprisingly Hamlet is so confused by the sight of his father’s ghost that he is unsure of how the hell he’s meant to act to act… no shit. His intellect tells him that the sight is pretty fucking impossible, however his emotions tell him otherwise. Apparently, being existential now consists of following your emotions and not being a “slave to logic”. Seriously? Not believing a ghost is real is a bad thing? However, he stifles his emotion and retains his doubts about the ghost… proving he’s not completely retarded… although he gets close. Later, Hamlet plans a play where actors re-enact the king's murder in an effort to prove the validity of what the ghost has told him… which really isn’t the smartest of ideas now is it? I mean, it didn’t really end well for anyone.<br><br>I mean, Jax has a diary he reads but he’s not mental enough to think his father’s ghost is going to appear. There is a little crossover there though which we should probably look at… you see, Hamlet is apparently all about the whole intellect/instinct conflict… and there’s one good example of that. Jax applies logic to the journal, sees it’s not really doing him any good and proceeds to burn it. Then, instinct kicks in and he reaches in to save the crispy pages. So, despite the fact that Hamlet is a retard, I guess there are some similarities there.<br><br>So, apparently Hamlet comes across as the epitome of an anti-existentialist from the outset of the story, the poster child for well… not being “special”, Hamlet's logic slowly begins to fall apart overly dramatic scene by overly-dramatic scene, with layer after layer revealing snippets of Hamlet's emotion and feeling… oh my. All this anxiety and uncertainty within Hamlet don’t cause him to grow his fringe, dye his hair black, wear girls jeans, get a lip piercing and run off to join an emo crappy whine-core band (thank god), but do cause him to doubt the power of reason alone to solve his problems. In short, Hamlet realises he may have to stab a bitch. About this time Hamlet begins to understand that reason is impotent to deal with the depths of human life, which apparently is one of the central assertions of existentialism.&nbsp; Could this be the reason Hamlet feigns madness; he realizes that he lacks the emotions to avenge his father's death? In modern terms… he’s a bit of a pussy and he isn’t exactly set up to deal with the shit he’s in. Perhaps if Shah had been there to encourage him and give him a good slap in the ass (and possibly a half decent fuck) it would have all ended differently… or at least quicker. More Street Fighter, less Shakespearean tragedy. Instead Hamlet goes temporarily insane (although I’d say even thinking for an instant that the ghost of your murdered father is really talking to you makes you pretty fucking bonkers) and it is during this time when he is able to act out of pure sensation, with no thoughts about the consequences of what he says or does (e.g. when he bitches out Ophelia… although she was always an annoying whiney bitch who should probably have been put out to pasture years before). For once, good on the kid… he’s worked out that even if you do want to use logic sometimes it’s best to just smack a bitch. Seriously, how much better would Shakespeare have been if all his characters had actually been Arnie from Commando; “Is this a dagger that I see before me… no it’s a fucking RPG… let off some steam Bennet”. Then, for no reason anyone can really discover, he has a serious consideration of committing suicide. What? By using both logic and emotion suicide seems like a sensible option? By making the decision to stay alive and fight Claudius' corruption, Hamlet demonstrates existential qualities… apparently. As I read it, by deciding to stay alive and fight Claudius’ corruption Hamlet demonstrates that perhaps there are actually a set of balls hidden upon his person.<br><br>Do I really have to do some counter analysis at all here? Really? The day Jax finds out Clay conspired in his father’s death he’s finding Clay and he’s putting a fucking bullet in his head. Hell, if he finds out Gemma had a hand in it he’ll probably seriously consider popping her too. What I am 100% certain won’t happen is that he’ll think even for a second that the best way to deal with the whole fucking mess is to take out that knife and open his wrists up. That’s just some crazy talk.<br><br>So, later on Hamlet encounters alienation and nothingness when he meets a Norwegian captain under the command of Fortinbras. When Hamlet asks the captain about the cause and purpose of the conflict, he has his mind completely blown when he learns that the countries' armies will go to war over some little bit of land that honestly doesn’t fucking matter. This is a pretty revealing scene as once again it shows Hamlet could well be functionally retarded… and if he really was a Uni Student and learnt any history at all he’d know that a lot of people have died over bits of land that in reality mean fuck all. My opinion he was only at Uni so he didn’t get deported. Bloody immigrants. After Hamlet recovers from the shock of the captain's honesty, he is dumbstruck (which seems to happen every 5 minutes) by the thought that Fortinbras would sacrifice the lives of thousands of men for an admittedly inferior "patch of land." See, still a retard. Ours is not to question why, ours is just to do and die. And of course a fucking leader in those times isn’t going to worry about killing off a whole bunch of peasants. Why would they give a fuck about those useless peons? At this point in the play, Hamlet is still struggling with his own inaction, unable to kill Claudius even though he knows of his guilt (because he’s a pussy) Hamlet has a good reason to kill Claudius, yet he fails to do it (because he’s a pussy). How can Fortinbras sacrifice so much for such a futile purpose (because he’s not a pussy)? In this scene, Hamlet realizes the brutality of humanity and first ponders the idea that no one is safe… another central pillar of existentialism… (and several Republican Political Campaigns… I’m sorry low blow…)<br><br>Still, don’t really need to point out anything here. You see, Jax has always questioned the need for blood when there can be another option… but he’s shown in both his personal life and with the Club that when violence is needed he’ll put a bullet in a fed’s head or a bomb in a bunker. And he understands that not every battle is fought for the objective rewards… there’s more to it. A Club like the Sons of Anarchy depends upon respect… especially a Club in the situation of SAMCRO, surrounded and bleeding… the proud stag facing down the fucking wolves. He knows that you may have to do shit you otherwise wouldn’t because people have to know not to fuck with the Sons of Anarchy. You need that respect… you need that fear.<br><br>Oh, and once again, if he knew Clay set up John Teller he’d kill that bastard stone cold dead.<br><br>So, finally realising being a pussy may not be the best career choice, Hamlet finally declares that he will have bloody thoughts (With the deeply ambiguous and vague…"My thoughts be bloody”… took me weeks to work that shit out). Hamlet is impressed by the forcefulness of characters like Fortinbras and Laertes, who turn thought into action quickly (See; Not a Pussy) Laertes, who, like Hamlet, has a father to avenge, does not hesitate for a moment when seeking vengeance on his father's murderer (See; Not a Pussy). As Hamlet decides to strive for this personal quality, he begins to act increasingly existential and decreasingly reflective… or so they say. As I read it he finally decided that maybe it was time, to, you know, actually fucking do something you useless bitch.<br><br>When Hamlet finally does pull his finger out, get back on the horse and achieve his father’s vengeance, he was not spurred to it on his own (see; Still a Pussy), but by watching his mother and Ophelia die in front of his own eyes (see; Still a Pussy). Furthermore, as Hamlet realized that he’d fucked up pretty fucking badly and that his retarded ass had only two minutes to survive, he really had nothing to lose; this is when he made his move to stab and poison Claudius (see; Even though he kinda seems badass he’s still a fucking pussy).<br><br>Prince Hamlet is introduced as a reflective, slow-to-act character… who probably had a severe learning disability and was a total pussy. While he stays true to this characterization for almost the entire play (especially with regards to remaining a pussy and having a severe learning disability, he does undergo a transformation by the end of the play… although let’s keep in mind that he’s still retarded and a pussy. By the end, Hamlet decides that he is no longer going to deprive himself of the revenge he so badly desires against Claudius, so he kills him… while still being a pussy. At this point, Hamlet is existential (I still prefer retarded…). He is the only character who fights back against Claudius’s usurpation of the throne, and he accepts the consequences of his actions (i.e. death) without a flinch (while being a pussy and retarded). This final existential act is what qualifies Hamlet as an existential character in an existential drama at a time when existentialism did not exist in literature… apparently.<br><br>So seeing as Jax isn’t retarded… and isn’t a pussy (although I’m saying that so often I feel like I may be compensating), what can we learn from this?<br><br>Well, perhaps what I said earlier was wrong? Perhaps we don’t know what is going to happen in the future? Perhaps we have no idea what’s going to happen between Clay and Jax. Perhaps the Shakespearean influence is exactly that… an influence not a set of instructions. If Jax can get by without having to do a PowerPoint presentation listing the pros and cons for each choice in his life and can instead just to have Lucky fucking Charms as breakfast in the morning because he feels like it rather than applying his intellect to it, maybe, just maybe… this story won’t end with both him and Cay dying of poison. Perhaps it won’t be as clear cut as we think. Sure, at some stage they’re going to have to Jax find out that it wasn’t just an innocent accident that put his dad six foot under, but what happens then?<br><br>I guess fate will decide.<br><br>I’m pretty certain he’s going to get a chance to fuck Shah though. Life just wouldn’t be fair if he didn’t. And don’t worry, I’m not going to go onto another spiel about how “Jax knows all about life being unfair…”<br><br><br>…<br><br><br>…<br><br><br>…<br><br><br>…<br><br><br>Honestly.<br><br><br>…<br><br><br>…<br><br><br>…<br><br><br>…<br><br><br>…<br><br><br>…<br><br>I’m not.<br><br>--------------<br><br>Jax had watched Shah’s reaction as the tale of the newly barbiefied room spread around the Clubhouse. On a different day he’d have been truly angry about it… kicking doors, punching walls and screaming at people… but truth be told, he couldn’t muster the energy for it. First, he was dead tired. Riding to San Francisco was already looking less and less pleasant as every minute passed, the urge to crawl into bed (even if it was pink) and sleep growing by the second, eyes feeling grittier, heavier, the lids arguing more and more persistently that it really would be a good idea for them to close for the next few hours. There was no fear Jax was going to pass out on the road, or even that his riding would suffer… he never did anything that would compromise his riding, but it wasn’t exactly going to be his perfect way to spend the evening. And while being tired made some people tense and likely to snap at anyone, for Jax it generally just made him a little chilled out… the lack of energy sapping his instinct to just lash out at all around him. Secondly, he probably did slightly deserve it. Shah may have been an idiot for not expecting her surprise little torture session, but even so he could see… and understand… why she didn’t just smile, shake her head and say “Ah, fuck it, it was all in good fun right?” and just let it be. Sure it would be a bitch cleaning… or replacing if the paint didn’t come off… all his shit, but it was better then having fucking electrodes clamped on his balls and doing the multiple volt jig in the middle of that fucking bomb shelter. So yeah, he wasn’t going to get that pissed off and shout and bitch and moan and generally be an unhappy little Crow kicking his feet in the sandpit, even as the rest of the Club began to make their way inside, burst out laughing , look around a bit more, clap him on the back, laugh again, shake their heads and walk off. Jax had one of those resigned grins on his faces as the carousel went round until it seemed every single member of the Sons had been in there at least twice. He didn’t even really have to look to see the fact that Shah was busy using her prototype iphone to film everything. Expected really, wasn’t it? It was the exact thing that items like the iphone… or hell, any phone with a camera… were made for… when not recording random acts of state/police brutality and happy slapping they were there to record all the embarrassing things that happened to “friends”. Would youtube have been half the success it is now without those grainy “owned”… or should I say “pwned” videos of friends falling over/getting hit/crashing.<br><br>If there was any doubt about her guilt, the smile that came onto her lips as he called her name finally dispelled it. It was a sweet smile, half playful innocent, half like a naughty schoolgirl from another of those DVD’s I referenced earlier. In truth, there hadn’t really ever been any doubt had there? It’s not as if there were many other suspects. Tig would have just pissed everywhere, Opie just didn’t have it in him to pull pranks these days, Chibs wouldn’t have thought of painting the place pink… Half-Sack didn’t have the balls (not literally… although that kinda applies too… didn’t have the “ball” maybe…) and really, can anyone see Juice, Clay or Elvis doing it? No, everyone’s favourite (well there is only one after all) female Sons of Anarchy member had a big target painted on her very shapely chest. He was going to respond to her comments about his room needing redecorating but it was it was then that the rest of the Club interrupted and he was absorbed into the banter that drove the friendships inherent in this group, and the next he spoke to her was when he was about to leave the Clubhouse.<br><br><strong>“You’ll always be a babe to me Shah…”</strong><br><br>The words were said with a wink and a smile despite the tiredness, a hint of that grin that robbed Jax’s face of its years. Jax called women babe… that’s pretty much all there was to it. In the same way a stereotypical surfer my say “dude”, or an English guy “mate”… or “guv”… or “squire”… or any number of other impersonal terms people all across the globe use when a name isn’t needed… or they’ve forgotten it. It wasn’t going to change and he wasn’t going to feel self-conscious when someone pointed out he used it. Hell, he could fall into the trap others did and just refer to women as “bitches” the entire time. Smiling he picked up Blank, petting him a few times.<br><br><strong>“Prospect.”<br><br>“Jax?”<br><br>“Drop Blank at Wendy’s tomorrow. Don’t want him thinking this is where he’s living and it’s about time he met Abel. I’d do it tonight, but suddenly giving her a puppy in the middle of the fucking night may be a little much. Get her some food and supplies for the little devil.”</strong><br><br><strong>“Sure Jax.”</strong><br><br>The Vice President handed over the small pug to Half-Sack, turning back round just in time to answer Shah’s question, raising the bag up between the pair with a smile.<br><br><strong>“Just found in lying around. Thought it would help me blend in as a native in ‘Frisco.”</strong><br><br>Jax wasn’t completely ignorant… he knew people who actually lived in San Francisco hated the term “Frisco” and he used it with a deliberate glee, eyes lighting up, teeth showing slightly, a twinkle in his eye as he winked a little. Teasing Shah was a game he had down to a fine art, even if she couldn’t take a joke as well as she gave one, and it was a game he quite enjoyed playing. Not necessarily good for one’s health… like trying to get as close as possible to a wildcat without it snapping at you… or prodding a rabid dog with a stick until it bit you. A rabid dog with some very nice hips and a pretty good rack. Talking about nice hips and rack… and something that will likely tear your head off…<br><br>He couldn’t just leave Tara hanging.<br><br>Some people would call it being under the thumb, being wrapped around her little finger, being pussy whipped. Of course, few said it to Jax’s face and those that did weren’t exactly being accurate. He’d told Tara he’d be back that night and now he wasn’t going to be… she deserved to be told that. She was waiting up and leaving her until she eventually passed out wasn’t fair on her. Jax had given his word and he liked to think that it still meant something. That with all the other shit he did, the crap he put people around him through, he liked to think that when he said something he meant it. And now he was going to break that word.<br><br>Everything for the Club and nothing for Jax.<br><br>So he was going to break his word. He was going to be made a liar despite his best efforts. The issues with delivering universal proclamations and not putting everything under a sea of conditions. But fuck that as a way to live. Having to qualify everything, never being able to give a straight answer, always having to attach a fuckload of conditions. Hell, I’m going to be a lawyer, I should love that… page after page of definitions and clauses, of warranties and representations… all charged at £125 an hour (at least… that’s a mid-level trainee charge…) but even in my slimy, dark heart I can’t stomach a world like that. So it may not be Jax’s fault he was going to have broken his word… but it tore at him just the same. And just as much as he wasn’t going to leave without seeing his son, he also wasn’t going to leave without letting Tara know… and that was a lot easier doing it now then when the roar of a bike’s engine robbed you of your words, making the simplest statement sound like an insult. Out came the phone, fished from one of his many pockets. A finger pressed in the now familiar numbers, a pattern well rehearsed and repeated.<br><br><strong>“Babe?”<br><br>“I’m sorry Tara, but I won’t be able to make it back tonight.”<br><br>“No, no Club business.”<br><br>“No, I can’t make it tomorrow either.”<br><br>“Club business.”<br><br>“Or the weekend, I’ll still be away.”<br><br>“Club business.”<br><br>“Hey, hey, don’t be like that…”</strong><br>Jax had followed Shah out into the parking area, continuing to speak, but now his voice quietened, walking away from the rest so his words could not be heard, virtually hissing into the phone.<br><br><strong>“Hey, you think I want this? I’ve spent the whole day riding and having people fucking chase me… you think I want to be riding out again tonight rather than in your arms? But I’ve got to do this babe.”<br><br>“Wait, what?”<br><br>“Maybe…”<br><br>“Maybe…”<br><br>“Jesus Christ Tara, don’t be like that…”</strong><br><br>Jax physically took the phone away from his ear for a few seconds, a grimace flowing over his face. He didn’t mind conflict… at times he welcomed it… but he had never courted it in his personal life… and never more so then now, when tired, when on edge, when maybe just a little bit upset. For all the hoops he made himself jump through, Jax didn’t want anything particularly different to Shah when it came to his personal life… someone who would understand when he had to do shit like this, who would be there to snuggle against when he finally returned, someone who would support him when needed. But as he had said to Shah that night that seemed so long ago, it just didn’t happen. Look at the failed marriages, look at the wrecked personal lives. Look at the fact a smart kid like Jax had turned into a divorcee and a father without a single stable romantic relationship in his life. Eventually back the phone went to his ear, listening some more before replying, the hint of exasperation in his tone.<br><br><strong>“For God’s sake Tara, it's not like I have a choice…”<br><br>“Listen, something big came up ok. Something real fucking big. Something that needs to be done. Either it’s done now or it comes back, you understand?”<br><br>“Oh, god. Please, listen. I don’t know how long I’ll be, but as soon as I’m back I be there for you ok? Ok?”<br><br>“Of course Tara, of course.”<br><br>“Now get yourself to bed babe. Don’t want you sewing someone inside out tomorrow… that would be awkward.”</strong><br><br>A slight chuckle, some of the tension defused, a smile and a laugh in the cold night air.<br><br><strong>“You too Tara, you too. Sleep now babe, sleep.”</strong><br><br>The call was ended, the phone locked and placed back in a pocket as Jax likewise jumped on his bike, a grimace where there normally was a smile. Jax liked riding as much… if not more… than anyone else here, but after a whole day and with the prospect of boring interstate mile after boring interstate mile even his own enthusiasm was waning. The touring style bike he rode was comfortable… but not that comfortable… and hours in a saddle didn’t disappear just because he’d had a hot (interrupted) shower. No, he was still slightly stiff, slightly sore and in no real way looking forward to the trip to San Francisco. What he wanted most of all was to crawl into bed and get a good nights sleep after a long hard fucking day, wake rested and refreshed in the morning and attempt to make some positive steps about sorting his fucking life out. Instead he was going to ride his bike through the middle of the night for hours with the only “reward” being spending time away from his friends and family. Even the roar of the engine as it fired into life couldn’t lift some of that darkness from his soul as it normally could. There had always been something about the feel and sound of that engine, the sound as it revved up, the way the whole bike seemed to throb with a heartbeat… something beyond the feelings of freedom and all that open road shit I go on about all the time. Something visceral about the whole experience… not what it represented… but what it was. But even that… that throb, that pulse that ran through your whole being… even&nbsp; that wasn’t enough to clear those tired eyes. The helmet was pulled on, checked, adjusted, strapped into place before he glanced over to Shah, his call rising above the din of the rage of the rampant horsepower.<br><br><strong>“We’re still stopping off at Wendy’s before we leave Charming. I need more clothes and there’s no way I’m leaving Charming for a few days without seeing my son.”</strong><br><br>Despite the tiredness Jax’s voice had a bolt of steel running through it. This simply wasn’t negotiable. Abel was Jax’s son… a son who had nearly died… and one of the few things he could look on with any pride and love in his life. Even in his short life Jax had failed Abel once… in not checking Wendy was clean, instead just taking her word for it… a failure that had nearly cost his son his life before he had even drawn breath… that had risked him being born sickly and ill… and he was determined not to fail him again. He’d left it too long between seeing him already and the thought of more time away from his son without at least popping in to see him was just unthinkable. It could be hard to be a good father while keeping an active role in the Sons of Anarchy… but Jax’s father had managed it and even Piney had done a good job with Opie even if it did cost him his marriage… and Jax was fucked if he wasn’t going to give it a good shot. So even if Shah wanted to ride her pretty ass to San Francisco straight away she could either wait or make that long journey alone.<br><br>He nodded his goodbyes to the rest of the Club, before with a roar he led the way out of the parking lot, back across the streets of Charming, still quiet at this early hour in the morning… the odd hooker still working her lonely corner, a few kids sitting in a park drinking, those strange people who decide that anything past the witching hour is the best time to go for a jog. It wasn’t a long journey to Wendy’s… nothing was a long journey in this town, and soon Jax had parked his bike out front. He pressed his fingers to his lips, urging quiet as he loosened the helmet, hanging it from the bars of his bike, kicking the stand out and leaving it resting. Waking his sleeping son at this time in the morning was not something he wanted… and not something Wendy would forgive him for. He may not have always been there for Abel the way he should have been, but he knew the agony of the repeated late night wakeup calls. Padding his way to the door, he silently slipped his key into the lock, gently twisting it, feeling the dull thud of the lock slipping, grasping the door handle, turning it and slowly slipping into the house.<br><br>Perhaps this is slightly hard for me to understand or explain. You see, I’ve been blessed. In my short years I’ve had the chance to travel extensively… different countries, different time-zones, different cultures. Jax has never left the US. I’m not sure he’s even been on a plane. I don’t even know if he’s got a passport. Beyond that I left my hometown long ago. Three years at University and now a year in a big city. Jax hasn’t. Sure, he’s left Charming. Sure he’s slept over at other places. But he’s never really “left” Charming. He’s never lived anywhere else and when he has travelled it’s been within the comforting blanket of the Sons of Anarchy. Generally he’s ridden with others from the Club… with Opie… with Piney… with Chibs with anyone. And where has he gone? To small towns not dissimilar to the one he came from, the one he lived in, the one he made his own. And to Clubs not dissimilar to SAMCRO. This… this was different. One thing Shah’s visit had shown was the difference between SAMCRO and the San Francisco Chapter. from the traditional Charters that formed the bulk of the Sons of Anarchy, from those based in small towns who did long distance gun runs, who escorted trucks… and those in metropolitan areas with a different membership, a different style, a different business. The idea of a woman member joining SAMCRO was fairly alien… the idea of openly gay members just as strange. A transgender wouldn’t have had a chance. It seemed clear that outside of the image on the cut and the name there was little tying the Charming and San Franciscan charters together. What were the shared morals? The shared identity? Perhaps this is a horrific stereotype, but how many of the members there would have spat in the face of John Teller as he returned from Vietnam? This was something completely different… something totally out of Jax’s comfort zone. But, as Clay had said… who else was there? Who else could the Club send to San Francisco to do this? In short, Jax was the only man for the job, whatever the cost to him.<br><br>And that’s why Jax was so adamant on seeing his son once last time before leaving.<br><br>Despite his tiredness, despite his heavy boots, despite an outfit entire undersigned to aid in stealth, Jax moved with remarkable silence. There are little tricks you learn… placing your heel down first and rolling onto your toes, breathing quiet, bending the knees. When you rode with the Sons of Anarchy it could be the difference between life and death. When you’re going into your ex-wife’s house to see your son without waking either of them up it could also be the difference between life and death. Each step as carefully measured to avoid creaking floorboards. Slowly he made his way across the hall until he found himself in the room that served as Abel’s nursery.<br><br><em>Not even one.<br>Your life has just begun.<br>Hand's that grip my finger so tight.<br>Your growing more and more each and every night.<br><br>Just barely a head of hair you wear.<br>As you lay there your eye's they do stare.<br>Wonder's and amazement seen in your smile.<br>I sit and watch you all the while.<br><br>Your smile so warm just like your moms....<br>and a kind heart that holds all of sisters charms.<br>She say's you have eye's deep like mine....<br>and brothers laughter that's so divine.<br><br>Ten finger's....<br>Ten toe's<br>and a cute little round button nose.<br><br>Scent so fresh and clean.<br>Skin like your mothers soft and silky cream.<br>Conceived out of true love on that special night.<br>Under the stars of heaven's twilight.<br><br>I lift you up into my arm's where you belong.<br>"Rock a bye baby"....I sing you a song.<br>Our little child, precious and new.<br>Smile in my heart.....<br><br>Daddy Loves you.</em><br><br>One of the curtains had swung open a little, allowing a single beam of pale moonlight to illuminate the room, it’s soft glow flowing over the wallpaper, the scattered toys that Abel was too small to play with, the wooden bars of the cot and finally onto Abel himself. So small, so tiny, so vulnerable… so beautiful… so strong. Jax had nearly written him off… thought he wouldn’t make it… thought if he did he’d be different… weaker. But he hadn’t. Abel had fought through it all, fought for his life when he didn’t even know what it meant. Fought with more strength than Jax had ever had to show, fought with more spirit than Jax thought that he himself possessed. And there he was, sweet and innocent, quiet and beautiful. Beautiful… oh so beautiful. Abel could be anything… he could be the man Jax wished he had been… or he could be something else entirely. It didn’t matter, it didn’t. He could follow in his families footsteps and join the Sons of Anarchy… learning to ride a motorbike as his peers first took off their stabilisers… or he could walk away from it, do what Jax hadn’t and leave Charming, forge his own way in the world. He could do anything… and Jax would be there for him whatever. Fatherhood was a strange thing to explain… even more so with a son… an urge to protect but also let your child learn from his mistakes… the hope he never gets bullied… but the wish that just once he is so he learns what it’s like… and so he can fight back. An urge for him to be just like you… but also to be something else entirely. An urge for him to make none of the mistakes you made… but also to make some of them so he comes out stronger. <br><br>All your hopes, all your joys… all bundled up in a tiny package.<br><br>Jax’s face had changed as soon as he came into the room, the tiredness and irritation melting away to be replaced with a look of sheer boyish joy and love. An openness and a caring that few ever saw. His eyes opened… truly opened… and gleamed and twinkled, but not in the way they did when he was being mischievous… or when he was flirting… or when he was going into action and his blood was fired. No, while his eyes did work a certain magic when that happened, it was nothing compared to this. This was different… purer… more childlike itself. There was the love there… and wonderment… and joy… and all those feelings you wouldn’t necessarily expect to see from a biker with Jax’s reputation. He simply stood there, watching… watching his child’s chest rise and fall with each breath, watching his little arm move slightly, watching his little foot stretch out. Still he simply watched, his heart growing every moment he looked upon Abel. This was his son. His beautiful, beautiful, beautiful son… his gorgeous precious baby. At times he just wanted to throw it all away, to simply sit here with his son and let the hours go by, to laugh and cry with him, to watch every movement and hear every noise.
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				Of course he couldn’t do that. Life didn’t let you do that.<br><br>But it didn’t take the want away… it didn’t take the need away… it didn’t take how much Jax wanted to do it away. It didn’t take away the fact he didn’t want to go to San Francisco, he just wanted to hold Abel in his arms and tell him stories, sing him to sleep, just to keep holding onto him. But Jax knew that the future was tied up with the Club… and the future of the Club was tied up with him going to San Francisco. You only had to look at the anguish Oppie had been through with trying to support his family while not engaging in the seedier side of the Sons of Anarchy’s business. How he couldn’t make the bills however hard he worked. Outside the Club Jax was nothing… a young man with no real qualifications, no real experience. Sure he was a good mechanic… and a damn good one when it came to bikes… but Teller - Morrow was pretty much the only show in town in that regard. Everything Jax had was tied in to the club now… the gifts that had helped furnish this house, the money that paid for everything from Club runs… his friends… his family. So as much as he wished he could simply sink down and spend time with Abel, he knew he couldn’t.<br><br>And still he simply watched, that smile still on his face, his eyes still wide and wonder-filled.<br><br>What would the world be like when Abel grew up? Recent years had shown us so much. Technology, world order… everything was changing. What would Abel’s first cell phone look like (OOC: as a Brit you have no idea how painful it is for me to use the term “cell phone… but hey it’s all about accuracy right… right?) What would computers be like? Hell, what would bikes be like in 16 years? What would Charming be like? Would it still be this one outpost of Americana? Would it still have fought off the corporations and big business? Would there be a Burger King? A Taco Bell? What would be of SAMCRO itself? Would Jax be leading it, by then a grizzled old(er) man? Would it still be gun running, would it still be fighting for its very life, beset by foes from every walk of life? Would Jax be able to change it from within or would he have settled into the established way, the way that had brought the Club to the position it was now? The way that had made them the dominant force in the area… but also the way that had cost Donna her life.<br><br>Would Jax have discovered what happened to his father?<br><br>What would the Sons of Anarchy as a whole be like? Would the traditional chapters have changed, adapted? Or were they settled in their ways, too stiff to change? What would that mean for a group like San Francisco? Would they stay or would they split? Would the Sons survive the next 10 years as the whole they are now? How would they have spread across the globe? Jax took little note of what happened with the international Charters, but he knew that England had had some issues… not long ago a Hell’s Angel had been assassinated by a group from the rival Outlaws Club. Not only were the two Clubs still sizing each other up, but the law was getting involved, not wanting those scary little biker feuds to interfere with tea and crumpet time for the good folk of middle England. Hell, it wasn’t that long since the head of the Hell’s Angels in San Francisco had been hit by the Mongols. Luckily for all involved that hadn’t descended into the blood bath it could have done… bikers shooting each other in the streets of a major city would bring the law down heavily on all Motorcycle Clubs, outlaw or not, one percenter or not… and for a Club like SAMCRO that was already on the Fed’s shitlist it would mean an even heavier hand bearing down on them.<br><br>Of course, Jax didn’t think about such things as he looked down into his baby’s eyes. To think of the world in all its harshness and pain at a moment like this would join poison it. No, there was more than enough time later for Abel to see the changes in the world, to see the developments in the Clubs… in the changes in the entire culture and lifestyle of an Outlaw Motorcycle Club. No, this moment was simpler then that, purer then that. It was just Jax staring down at his son, soaking up every second, every moment before inevitably he would have to leave.<br><br><em>Lying there in his tiny little bed in the nursery<br>So small yet larger than the others<br>I dare not wake the gentle sweet soul<br>Hard to conceive something so small can be complete<br><br>Safe and secure in his mothers soothing care<br>He sleeps a peaceful slumber forgetting all but his hunger<br>Soon he wakes and like a starving young lion searches for dinner<br>In sparkling little eyes shines a love so pure for his mother<br><br>Look at him, so perfect so soft<br>I don't want him to grow up and yet I do<br>He's so smart, he's sure to be a genius<br>That's just pride talking but that's O.K. I'm his daddy</em><br><br>Still Jax stood, just watching, not saying a word. Only a minute or so had passed, but in Jax’s world whole universes could have born and died. Time itself could have ended. All there was in this little place and Abel and Jax, father and son. Jax swore again to himself that he would be a good father to Abel, a solemn vow that needed no words but just the intensity of his heart. He didn’t vow something as pathetic as “I’ll never let anything hurt you.”… you can’t control if someone else gets hurt. Jax had been hurt when Tara left… hurt deeply… but his father couldn’t have changed anything about that if he’d still been alive. If Abel does decide to ride a bike, he’ll fall and hurt himself… God knows Jax did… but Jax can’t protect him from that. No, a vow saying you’ll never let anything hurt someone is just arrogant and short-sighted… not something a new father should really be doing. No, Jax made a simple promise instead, one that he should keep… and if she didn’t than he deserved whatever came for him. He would be there for Abel when he needed… he would do what he could to support and help him… he would let him make mistakes but he wouldn’t punish him for them. He would be a good father… as good as he could be… and he would always try his hardest. Whether he was good enough would be for history to judge… but any failures would not be by lack of trying.<br><br><em>Being a Father is more than biological.<br>It is found in the heart of only the most selfless.<br><br>Being a Father is to be a hero in a child's eyes<br>just for fixing a toy.<br><br>Being a Father is to be a child in your own certain ways,<br>and teaching your children to laugh and play.<br><br>Being a Father means caring more for the child Than for yourself.<br><br>Being a Father is to willingly sacrifice<br>and to never question why.<br><br>Being a Father is to feel love,<br>a love unconditional.<br><br>Being a Father is not as special as being a Daddy!</em><br><br>And he vowed one thing more than any other. One thing that would he would stop at nothing to prevent whatever the cost. One evil beyond all others that he would vanquish if he ever could, that he would battle with a fury the world had never seen, a rage that would leave all others impotent, that would shatter worlds and end lives. A wrath that parents would use to frighten their children whenever they refused dinner, whenever they didn’t tidy their room, whenever they played too much Playsation, X-Box and computer games… when they watched too much MTV, whenever they refused to leave for the family dinner because they wanted to watch the latest episode of Heroes. Hell, his anger would probably be so vast there would be a Wikipedia page about it if anyone even dared to hint at it.<br><br>He would never, ever… eeeeeeeeevvvvvvvvvvvvvveeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrr… let his son read anything that resembled this:<br><br><em>As we drove, searching for Cowboy Roy's mummified hand that was chopped off according to government/extraterrestrial protocols... crystal days, wind rising, stealing glances at a Polaroid of her naked, stretched out on a tropical print towel, feeling of regret in tinted bureaucrat goggles, gun barrels, false store fronts, cafe mirrors... As we drove, searching for Cowboy Roy's mummified hand that was chopped off according to government/extraterrestrial protocols... regret in tinted bureaucrat goggles, gun barrels, false store fronts, cafe mirrors... As we drove, searching for Cowboy Roy's mummified hand that was chopped off according to government/extraterrestrial protocols... stealing glances at a Polaroid of her naked, stretched out on a tropical print towel, feeling of regret in tinted bureaucrat goggles, gun barrels, false store fronts, cafe mirrors... As we drove, searching for Cowboy Roy's mummified hand that was chopped off according to government/extraterrestrial protocols... cafe mirrors... As we drove, searching for Cowboy Roy's mummified hand that was chopped off according to government/extraterrestrial protocols... As we drove, searching for Cowboy Roy's mummified hand that was chopped off according to government/extraterrestrial protocols... Polaroid of her naked, stretched out on a tropical print towel, feeling of regret in tinted bureaucrat goggles, gun barrels, false store fronts, cafe mirrors... As we drove, searching goggles, gun barrels, false store fronts, cafe mirrors... As we drove, searching for Cowboy Roy's mummified hand her naked, stretched out on a tropical print towel, feeling of regret in tinted bureaucrat goggles, gun hack race in cattle season, crystal days, wind rising, stealing glances at a Polaroid of her naked, stretched out on a tropical print towel, feeling of regret in tinted bureaucrat goggles, gun barrels, false store fronts, cafe mirrors... As we drove, searching for Cowboy Roy's mummified hand that towel, feeling of regret in tinted bureaucrat goggles, gun barrels, false store fronts, cafe mirrors... As we drove, searching for Cowboy Roy's mummified hand that was chopped off according to government/extraterrestrial protocols... days, wind rising, stealing glances at a Polaroid of her naked, stretched out on a tropical print towel, feeling of regret in tinted bureaucrat goggles, gun barrels, false store fronts, cafe mirrors... As we drove, searching for Cowboy Roy's her naked, stretched out on a tropical print towel, feeling of regret in tinted bureaucrat goggles, in tinted bureaucrat goggles, gun barrels, false store fronts, cafe mirrors... As we drove, searching for Cowboy Roy's mummified hand that was chopped off according to government/extraterrestrial protocols... naked, stretched out on a tropical print towel, feeling of regret in tinted bureaucrat goggles, gun barrels, false store fronts, cafe mirrors...</em><br><br>Guess where that’s from?<br><br>Yeah, you got it.<br><br>Of course it goes on… I got to 130 “As we drove…” before I couldn’t even be bothered to use the “find” function anymore.<br><br>As the more discerning readers will have no doubt noticed, that wasn’t actually Jax’s vow. One of the blessings in his life is that he’d never been exposed to such drivel in his life. No, it is my vow to any of my possible future children. I just thought I’d have to insert it in there… let everyone know exactly what is at risk here.<br><br>So Jax looked on and then… one last time he stared, smiled, stared… smiled once more and turned. He’d made his peace with his son, with the fact he was abandoning him even if for such a short time. It’s not like he was alone. Wendy finally seemed to have her head screwed on… not that he trusted that… but she was not alone in looking after Abel. Gemma rarely let a day go by without spending time with her grandson and for all her faults failing to protecting her family was not one of his mother’s issues. No rather it was the other way… she would protect her family from any threat she could perceive… even themselves. She was the perfect watchdog… experienced, aware… and with the tragic loss of Tommy all those years ago she would not let another one of her family die. That had been a pillar of strength to Jax when he had nearly written Abel off… the fact that Gemma who had seen one of her sons die without ever having a chance to live yet could still be strong for Jax… for Abel. The very fact that she could go to the hospital as she did nearly every day when Abel was there and just sit and watch, near helpless as Abel struggled for life… and not give up, not just walk away, to sit there and risk her heart being opened once again to the pain that had ripped a hole in it. No, with Gemma taking Abel within her protective embrace even the coldest of killers… physical or emotional would struggle to lay a finger on his son.<br><br>And fuck it, tomorrow Half-Sack was bringing Blank over and Jax pitied the fool who messed with that dangerous guard puppy.<br><br>Satisfied now Jax turned, reversing his slow journey into the room, careful to close the door as silently as possible, continuing his creep through the house, one foot in front of the other, careful slow movements.<br><br>But apparently not slow or careful enough.<br><br><strong>“Jax?”</strong><br><br>Wendy’s voice was quiet and tired… as well it should be considering what time it was. Simply put Jax would have been far more worried if she was awake and fresh right now… it would indicate something strange had happened, something wrong with the way her life was going. Back when she was shooting up, before she had said she was clean and hidden it from Jax she was awake all hours… for days at a time. It may have been a simple accident, but it was slightly calming to Jax’s mind that she had been asleep… it was a good sign.<br><br>Not that he really wanted to be caught though…<br><br><strong>“Shit…”</strong><br><br>The word was only half said… so quiet it could have merely been his breath. He froze… akin to a rabbit in the headlights, every muscle tensed. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to see Wendy… they seemed to have been getting on better ever since Abel had come out of hospital, but he didn’t want to have to explain everything all over again.<br><br><strong>“Jax… is that you?”</strong><br><br>Now or never then. He couldn’t exactly slip away now into the silence of the night… at best Wendy would still think it was him and that he’d run away from her… at worst she’d think it was a prowler or a burglar or whatever twisted shit she could reasonably think of… and that wouldn’t do at all. No, it looked like the game was up and Jax would have to admit to his late night visit.<br><br><strong>“Hey Wendy, it’s me.”</strong><br><br>His voice was still soft, still quiet, careful not to wake his beautiful baby Abel but now loud enough for Wendy to hear. She leaned over from the side of the stairs, clad in a dressing gown, hair tangled, obviously having just woken up. There was a slight swell of pride as Jax saw her clutching a baseball bat in her hand… another guard for his baby… as her eyes rolled over him.<br><br><strong>“What are you doing here at this time?”<br><br>“I’m heading out of town for a few days. Wanted to see Abel before I left.”<br><br>“Couldn’t you have come round earlier? If you’re not careful you’ll wake him…”<br><br>“I only just found out I was leaving… not exactly the happiest person in the world about it myself…”<br><br>“Can I ask what you’re doing?”<br><br>“You can ask babe, but I can’t really tell you…”<br><br>“Same as always then.”<br><br>“Yeah babe.”</strong><br><br>Wendy smiled again, Jax just catching it through the darkness, an accepting smile… a knowing smile… an honest smile. It was a smile that was welcome considering all the bullshit that he was putting up with at the moment… a smile that didn’t judge, that didn’t complain. Perhaps it was the best thing about Wendy… she’d been so low that she couldn’t look down on anyone… she knew that she was being a second chance… a second chance she didn’t necessarily deserve and she wasn’t going to throw it away by being petty or vindictive.<br><br>Or it could just be that Gemma had told her to act like that, but Jax didn’t want to send his mind spinning down those routes… not right now anyway.<br><br><strong>“It’s good to see you Jax. Even if I can only just about make out your outline.”</strong><br><br>Jax chuckled himself, still keeping it quiet, subdued, still thoughts of Abel waking front and centre of his mind. He returned the smile, nodding his head.<br><br><strong>“Gemma’s coming round tomorrow… and Half-Sack has a gift for Abel.”<br><br>“What?”<br><br>“Wait and see… he’ll love it.”<br><br>“I guess then…”</strong><br><br>Jax smiled once more, the edges of his lips curling, cheeks rising, before looking towards the door.<br><br><strong>“I really have to be going…”<br><br>“Go on then Jax. Enjoy yourself.”</strong><br><br>Jax nodded as Wendy pulled her dressing gown tighter around herself, turned, yawned and headed back towards her bedroom, before he continued his silent padding towards the door, opening it, walking out and quietly locking it once again. Suddenly he wasn’t quite so tired… quite so irritable… quite so upset. People always talked about how tired you were as a new parent, but they talked less about the sudden burst of joy of joy and energy you could receive, that rush that wiped away a days toil, that refreshed and revitalised, that gave you that little bit more. Those few moments with Abel may not have done as much good as a solid nights sleep, but right now, in these few moments as the cold air rushed past his lips Jax felt far more awake then he would as he pulled himself from a bed. It wouldn’t last, but he enjoyed it while it did, savouring each moment. His vision was different, picking out the small details he had always missed before. The pothole in the road wasn’t a sign of bureaucratic incompetence and sloth… it was a part of community, something that united the whole street. The wonky sign wasn’t a repair job left undone… it was a cultural landmark. The soft glow that came from the centre of Charming wasn’t light pollution destroying your ability to see the stars in the night sky… it was the comforting glow of home welcoming a weary traveller.<br><br>Unfortunately of course this (still quite) weary traveller wasn’t going home. He was going anywhere but home.<br><br>Jax knew he needed to fill up his ride as well, but Shah seemed like an experienced enough rider to also be aware of that… she’d ridden the same distance as he had and the loaner bike wasn’t exactly a Prius in terms of fuel consumption compared to his… and she’d already have a plan. He’d done this single little act of “rebellion”… if it could be called such… and now he was following her lead the entire way. Glancing over to his companion as he pulled his helmet back on and strapped it on, rolling his bike out onto the road and kicking it into life.<br><br><strong>“I’ll follow your lead Shah.”</strong><br><br>A nod to indicate he was ready to go, ready to set off on yet another little adventure<br><br><br>…<br><br><br>…<br><br><br>…<br><br><br>…<br><br><br>…<br><br>But really, was he?<br><br>It was a strange relationship these two had really wasn’t it? A relationship based on what? Mutual needling, a betrayal, practical jokes, distrust? Other than both of them being members of the Sons of Anarchy (and I talked earlier about how different those two places were… in their business, in their culture, in their members) was there anything in common between them? I mean, what was the high point of their relationship? When Jax insulted Shah or when Shah walked away? When they nattered late that night… or when Jax’s friends captured her and tortured the girl? When Shah painted Jax’s room pink or when she fucked his best friend? This isn’t Romeo and Juliet we’re talking about here… this wasn’t even fucking Edward and Bella… and fuck the obvious comparison to Bonnie and Clyde or Mickey and Mallory. And San Francisco… Jax had spent precisely 20 minutes in San Francisco when he had to pick up Shah. He didn’t know the fucking city. Then throw in the fact that Shah was still convinced he’d been the one to betray her that night… even though he didn’t have a fucking clue about it either and had been socked about as hard as he ever had before right there… and Jax knew that if Oppie had come back from somewhere saying he’d been set up by this punk, he’d be half tempted to put his boot up the ass of whoever was responsible, even if he knew deep down that what had happened was necessary. Neither him kicking the shit out of one of Shah’s mates back home or… and more likely… him getting his head stamped in was exactly the outcome he or anyone else wanted. Not in the long term. Doing that wouldn’t help anyone.<br><br>And Jax still wasn’t exactly sure what the fuck he was doing anyway. What was he meant to do, simply sit in the back of meetings and take notes? Thoughts of him in a bad suit, glasses and clipboard come immediately to mind. Or sit on his bike and watch them go on runs, again taking notes? Fuck that. You don’t get training for showing up to another city and checking whether their golden girl was up to your own place’s standards. So no, Jax was going to have to play it all by ear and work it out as he went along. Great. The long drive to San Francisco would no doubt sap this current burst of energy that was running through him, taking back to how he had been before he’d seen Abel… not the best way to make a first impression with people.<br><br>A quick google search on how to make great first impressions reveals the normal bullshit lists of absolutely fucking stupid crap… eye contact, be on time, have a good handshake, be in a good mood, be well groomed and look at their fucking business cards. Time wasn’t really an issue here and Jax had always had a decent grip, but outside of that he was pretty fucked. He wasn’t going to be deliberately annoying, but he couldn’t say he’d be in the best of moods when he got to San Francisco… and he was hardy well groomed. Not that grooming was generally seen as a high point in the life of an Outlaw Biker… and rightly so. So the internet wasn’t exactly going to be a lot of help. No, much like however the fuck he was going to evaluate Shah he was also going to have to play it by ear when it came to making his first impressions. Jax didn’t know fuck all about the San Francisco club… he’d met Daddy D once before at one of those reunion type things, but he couldn’t recall the face of a single other member. Working out what everyone’s particular kinks were would be an effort… especially as he wasn’t just doing for himself but also to see how well he thought Shah would adapt from her current role as simply another member to the authority position as a Sergeant at Arms. The Sergeant had to be the biggest and the baddest of the lot… able to lay the law down (physically if necessary) on all those there. A Sergeant at Arms job was to be the bastard… to put the club above literally everything else, to be able to punch out your best friend and kick them while they were down because they fucked around… to be the one everyone hated and no one liked… to do all the dirty business that never saw the light of day (and SAMCRO knew all about what it meant for your Sergeant to be involved in the dirty business that you hoped never saw the light of day). Could Shah handle that? Handle the fact she wouldn’t just be “one of the guys/girls” anymore? I guess that was part of what Jax had been sent to find out.<br><br>So, as his bike roared into life, the throb coming back, the heartbeat… the bass line to his very life he adjusted into the seat, getting as comfy as he could, hands gripping the bars tightly, blinking twice and ready to roll out into the New World.<br><br><br><em>So, just once more a roving<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; So late into the night,<br>Though the heart be still as loving,<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; And the moon be still as bright.<br><br>For the sword outwears its sheath,<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; And the soul wears out the breast,<br>And the heart must pause to breathe,<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; And love itself have rest.<br><br>Though the night was made for loving,<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; And the day returns too soon,<br>Just once more a roving<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; By the light of the moon.</em><br><br>(Adapted from “So, we'll go no more a roving” by Lord Byron
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				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>21-07-2009, 22:20:21</strong>
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				Jax and Shah fell madly and passionately in love with one another during Gay Pride. Jax professed his love in a pink outfit while Shah leaned in to kiss him while wearing a tu-tu and tights. The two made love in the middle of the street and Shah bore him a child nine months later. They named her Dita Von Cock. Both lived happily ever after and made things work with no problems and no interference at all from anyone in the world.<br><br>The Fucking End.
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				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>21-07-2009, 22:22:17</strong>
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				<em>Ha. As if that was ever going to be fucking true. Come on now. </em> <br><br>Back To The Story:<br><br>Someone should bitch slap the one who wrote this god damn long post. Really, grab a bat or maybe even a lead pipe because this bastard is making me work twice as fucking hard. Ah well, at least I can talk and talk and talk and talk...wait, cannot just merely type 'and talk' for the next two hundred or so lines. Might be able to hit the limit but as for one for quality and quantity, need to break in the Muse and make sure the Bitch is ready to work. This bastard hit the limit of 65,535 characters and almost at 15,000 words. Very proud because the selfish side is elated to see him work hard for this story. A story which has not gotten too much sex. Well, Shah has fucked Opie but we skimmed over what exactly happened in the hotel room since there were other things more pressing. That and telling what Opie did to Shah might depress Jax and make him wonder if he needs to put more thrust to his hips. One can never tell what Jax's way of handling himself in bed could be because I have never seen him for more than a few seconds in a shot fucking a female. Did enjoy him wearing his jacket just as he was about to fuck which is always a good fantasy to have. <br><br>Sorry, going off subject but seems I am not the only one going off subject. Doubt anyone can keep a story on subject if it is fifteen thousand words and about sixty-five thousand characters, give or take a few hundred. Nonetheless, not about to go into Shakespeare's Othello because someone else had beaten me to it. Hint. Hint. Though cannot blame the other one who eerily writes down what I want to say but then again he has had a few days to write down the post and a lot has happened in the past few days. The world last two people but more emphasis was placed on Michael Jackson than on Farrah Fawcett. Sort of feel bad for the woman who was famous for the poster of her on a blanket with her nipples showing through a red top, feather flip hair and being on Charlie's Angel. She was famous for her later work with playing the part of abused wives who later torched the husband while he was in bed but she was overshadowed by the infamous Michael Jackson. Michael Jackson was the King of Pop and no one could hold a damn candle to him if he or she tried to get as many albums sold or concerts jam packed as he had before his death.&nbsp; <br><br>Michael. Michael. Michael. How could you leave us? Son of a bitch had a few more years in him. The man could have kept moon walking, spinning on his heels and grabbing his crotch for a cool twenty years more. Damn him and his prescription drugs (neither confirm nor deny his abuse of prescription drugs but considering the pain he must have felt to be ostracized from society and made to look like a criminal, drugs can be seen as a way to block out the pain and hurt). Now we only have his music videos on youtube and the VH1 Behind The Fucking Music to see him one last time. Even now I wonder if he is merely off on an Island somewhere having faked his death to get out of debt and away from the media speculation but even he is not that cruel. Not cruel enough to put his kids through the thought of his father being dead unless those tykes were in on the act. No, Michael is really dead and he is never going to pop out and start shaking his hips to 'Beat It' or 'Billie Jean' again. Even now Shah hummed beneath her breath the lyrics to the infamous Billie Jean and remembered the music video in her head of the steps lighting up beneath Michael Jackson. <br><br><em>Billie Jean is not my lover<br>She's just a girl who claims that I am the one<br>But the kid is not my son<br>She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son</em><br><br>Fifty years. Half a century old and most of his life he entertained the world. Even as a child he entertained those who are old enough to remember his first performance with his brothers as the Jackson Five. Sure, there were the problems of his supposed molestation on young boys but the man could sing and dance his fucking heart out. Not about to judge whether or not he diddled little children because this is not about his sordid past with children. No. This is about his music. Music which inspired many a people and showed a man did not have to sell his soul to the music industry. May have been eccentric and out there but the man endured various things in his life. Just when he was about to do this farewell tour and he might have really meant it. Really how many farewell tours can an artist make...oh wait, Cher. Damn it Cher and her million farewell tours. How many has she done so far? Twenty? Thirty five? Have to say though, I enjoy a few of her songs. Not all since 'Believe' can be used to torture the hell out of terrorists or commit suicide if listened to while holding any sharp objects in hand. May have been born at the end of the eighties but Itunes and other websites helps to make me feel as if I was dancing around in the Cher music videos. <br><br>Now how many posts have been made to this damn role-play? A look at the replies number puts it at three hundred and forty-three posts. Almost three hundred and fifty and has any sex gone on between Jax and Shah? No. Any indication of sex happening in this post? Nope because for Shah to go from worrying about Daddy D to wanting to fuck Jax's brains out will take a few more posts. We made it this far without having to resort to the two of them ripping their clothes off and fucking on a bike. What? Always thought Shah might take Jax 'for a ride' so to speak and make sure his 'motor' was revved. Bad motorcycle puns but as we have seen, these two are going to need a bit of nudging to get them to even think of one another in a sexual light. Besides it has been a week in their universe. Can people really fuck in a week's time? Alright, leave out Tig and a few other people you may know who fucks a person twenty four hours of meeting them but Shah knew to back off of Jax on the first meeting a few days ago in San Francisco. Just the way he walked and the way he talked to her turned her off immediately and made her mark him down as 'no go' land.&nbsp; <br><br>Sure, Jax had a nice ass and his hair was prettier than most blondes she had seen in San Francisco. Yes, he had a nice ass even if it was hiding behind those baggy pants of his. He even had the cock and balls thing going when she grabbed him earlier but he had a girlfriend, an ex-wife and a baby to think about plus Gemma was adamant about her going near her baby boy. Maybe there was a bit too much of caring going on between Gemma and Jax but Shah could understand where the crazy bitch was coming from; she wanted to protect her son, plain and simple. Besides, Jax and Shah barely knew each other for a week. Give them a couple more days before the two are hot for one another. How do I know this? Well, let them bond away from everyone, put Jax in a new element where he has to rely on her for aid and see the magic happen. If not, I plan to roofie both of their asses and throw them in a bedroom together so at least something happens. Hell if I have to, I will make sure Shah forgets to take her birth control and poke holes in any condoms Jax gets his hands on to up the ante even more. With a thread this big, always great to throw in a few curve balls and let me tell you, there is a curve ball coming this way in a little bit. <br><br>Right now, remember the question posed in the last post about what one wanted to be when one grew up. For me, I had various professions I wanted to be and it was a lot. Never could pin down exactly what I wanted to be as a child. It was not a nurse because I would absolutely be fired for talking back to the patients and doctors. Unless there is an actual House in the world who enjoys my own form of sarcasm, being a nurse or doctor is not fun for me. Business major? Nope, I hate having to work with number even thought being a psychologist will work with numbers but at least I do not have to take economics, theories of formula or anything with do with large numbers. Did have to deal with an Introduction to Statistics but I kicked its ass and managed to get a solid B. Only reason I did not get an A was the fact I became lazy and slept in a few times. Not my fault the class was five days a week and before noon. Never get this female up before noon unless it is to see a movie, have a roll in her bed or hit the nearest pub to drink. Other than those three, it will be unlikely to get me up for anything. <br><br>Now where was I? Oh yes, what I wanted to be while I was growing into my body. <br><br>First wanted to be an Egyptologist after watching the Discovery Channel's month long exploration of everything Egypt but mostly in the area of Egyptian mythology. Their mythology fascinated me because of their culture embedded in Gods and Goddesses who today are forgotten unless someone were to write about it or make a documentary for the Discovery Channel. The love for Egyptian mythology lasted for a few years, even made a mummy for a school project and even taught myself to read a bit of hieroglyphics. Now, I can barely understand the language but I can relearn how to decipher the hieroglyphics with a few books and pictures. <br><br>After my love for Egyptology, I was interested in becoming a forensic technician and work on crime scenes before the whole CSI bit became popular. Now, I am fine with being a psychology major but focus more on human sexuality. I enjoy sex and why not talk about it and make good money from it? In San Francisco and next time the male writer talks about San Francisco as 'Frisco' is going to end up with a smack to the face. Nevertheless, once I move to San Francisco, I am going to have to pack up sweaters because it is going to be bitching cold. Yes, said bitching and even Shah says bitching. Have a problem with it, dickhead? Thought so. Now, let us get back to what is going on since this off topic thing is killing the writing mood.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Shah kept her mouth shut on Jax calling her babe. She wanted to keep things between them amicable to keep him from bitching and writing down her attitude problems. So far, her mask to wear around everyone after the little torture session seemed to be working. Now if she only kept it on during her visit back to San Francisco, she could keep Jax from sticking his nose in places it should not be sniffing in. He did not need to know about any stories of her as a teenager running around Haight and Ashbury in the late nineties or wanting to be the Goldilocks to the Gay Bears in Castro. As long as she got a hold of Chucky and informed him to tell the others not to panic when they noticed her bruises or asked how the first few nights went in Charming. Jax might not be given a hearty welcome if they found out the bastard aided in torturing her, well, and then he will have to watch what is being served to him next time. Maybe the practice of torturing people was dying out in Motorcycle Clubs but SAFSOA went through a series of physical workouts and mental workouts but none of it involved being stripped down naked, hung from a chain and beaten like a piece of meat. <br><br>Some people may be into that sort of thing but SAFSOA was different. Different and yet the same as SAMCRO. There was the family essence which brought everyone together and the need to be there for one another. Business went hand in hand with family spirit. Right now, she watched as Jax took out his phone and made a call. Whoever the person it was he was calling, she had no clue but she felt it was one to leave him to it and not bother him for the time being. For her, she kept herself busy by checking the controls on the loaner bike, the gas tank (she had a good half full tank to get her as good as San Leandro before needing to gas up) and the items on herself. Her laptop and other important accessories were on herself. She made sure to hand back the piece Elvis loaned to her and had her own weapons hidden in the pockets of her bag and leather jacket. One had to be careful while riding into Oakland territory which was only twenty minutes out of San Francisco. As far as she noticed from her text messages on her iPhone, the 09ers were still clueless about Daddy D's brush with death which was good because she needed to be ahead of the rival MC in order to exact a swift excuse as to why Daddy D might be absent from the Parade this weekend. He may be out of getting a few decorative beads but better to be safe than sorry. Jax may be hesitant about receiving beads from gay men but Shah, well, Shah was damn fine with the ways she was given the beads. <br><br>Shah may not have listened as closely to Jax's conversation on the phone but there were signs to let her know what was going on. Even this female who typed all of this while under the influence of Oreos, milk and a sandwich noticed various things around her. The way Jax held the phone away from his face let her know Tara was trying to win the title for the world's loudest screamer. Shah knew she could be a screamer in the bedroom, in a karaoke bar when she celebrated the birth of a baby and had the members round up to sing and embarrass the fuck out of themselves. When it came to screeching at the top of her lungs Shah was able to figure out what was going on with Jax and the phone placed away from his ear. Someone was getting bitched at and the somebody who was bitching had a good right to be angry. She could contradict herself in liking Tara one second and flipping the script a few seconds later. Just like a woman to change her opinion and mind at different times of the day. Not her fault she could not pin down whether she liked Tara or whether she wanted to beat the shit out of her. Though she was not able to get her hands on Tara because of Jax but she could always imagine cracking Tara over the head with a baseball bat. Damn her and her ever fucking changing mind.&nbsp; <br><br>Women do it all the fucking time. Let it be known, woman do change their minds various times a day. Do not take the first word of a female when she speaks on different subjects. By now, one can see women have different meanings for different things. When a female tells a man that nothing is wrong with her, everything is wrong with her. By telling a man or another woman nothing in the world is wrong, this woman wants someone to ask her a second time or even push a bit more before confessing what is wrong. Think about it. A woman or perhaps Shah has a bad day. Could be anything that can make her day look crappy. The weather not so much in San Francisco because she always knew to pack a sweater or jacket in case of the winds coming in from the Bay. One minute San Francisco was bright and sunny, next minute the clouds came in and a cold snap could make even the burliest of men shiver in their muscle shirts. Hell, Shah was betted to walk around in Fisherman's without a sweater or jacket on a few hours before it became late in the Bay Area. Took her a good two hours before she gave up and demanded her leather jacket be handed to her because she was shivering like a tiny teacup Chihuahua.<br><br>At least she was not wearing all pink like Jax was at the moment. Fuck, it still made her chuckle inside to have made sure to get everything pink. For a while, it was a close call on one of the club members walking in on his room to grab or borrow one of his articles of clothing and let the clubhouse know about the prank. With the video she recorded on her iPhone, this was going to put a smile on Daddy D's face and keep him from thinking of the worst. The man thought he was immune to all the health effects of the food he shoveled down his throat and the beer he consumed on a daily basis. Now, it was biting him in the ass and she hoped all would be figured out once she arrived at the hospital. In her head, she planned to get him to try out new food and phase out the combination of hot dogs, pizza and pizza he liked to work his way through for breakfast and lunch plus the mash potatoes, blood sausage, burgers and whiskey for his dinner/dessert. A lot of food to put down but he managed to keep it off by working a bit and fighting on the side but his stomach was starting to show in his old age. <br><br>Old age. What makes a person, old? The grey hairs poking through the roots? Fine lines around the lips and eyes? Forgetting to put on a pair of pants in the morning? Oh wait, Chucky does that but only because he is trying to slip out of the latest bed of a conquest he made a few hours before. God, she wondered if she was his twin with the way she did the whole fuck and slip routine as well. In reality, she kicked out her conquests out of her bed, gave them twenty bucks and told their asses to hit the fucking road. Eighty percent of the time, the fuck mates listened and got out of the place before she threw a boot at the back of their heads. Other times, she had to get out of her bed, physically remove them with her bare hands and she hated to lose her sleep over it. When she lost sleep, bad things happened to Chucky since he was always the first person she saw in the mornings when he came over with breakfast from the local diner. Last time, she threw a book at his head and managed to clock him in the eye which gave him a black eye. He lied and told the others he had gotten the black eye in a bar fight and she let him have the lie because it was her own temper which got the best of her.<br><br>Temper seemed to be getting the best of her. Managed to get her into a vocal brawl with Jax and alienate Opie with telling him to look somewhere else. The two had a great time in bed and there was no future for the two of them. At least, Opie kept the problems to himself rather than airing it out for everyone to know about, Tig would be on it if he knew, bastard. With Jax, there were moments she wanted to garrote him and other times she pondered over what went on inside of his head. The man was a contradiction of sorts with his smoking habit but his healthy milkshake in the mornings to try and even out things. She did the same with salads to make her feel less of a junk food lover. God, it fucking sucked not to have two functioning livers to aid her in cleaning out the wastes her body made or to be healthy enough not to be on the vitamin pills. Made any drinking games a bust and flat on her ass if she ever caught the flu. While most people bitched about being sick for two weeks before the antibodies or medicine kicked in, she was in bed for a month with pills and hot drinks up the yahoo. Well, not in bed because she wanted to sit in on the meetings but with her coughing and sneezing, Daddy D put to a vote for her to stay home and keep the rest of the club members healthy. Everyone voted for her to stay home and she appreciated the gesture even if she threw a bottle of nasal spray at Chucky.&nbsp; <br><br>Chucky always seems to be the target for anything she throws but he is also the one who throws back the items pelted at his head. Would Jax have pelted his cell phone at her if he knew what plans she had in store for him this weekend? Already she fucked with him by turning he loved into cotton candy pink. Should she tell him the pink could be washed out with a bottle of water and light dabbing of fingertips? Mmm, if she did the humiliation factor of Chucky and the other members seeing Jax roll up with a pink bag and even pinker clothes would be ruined, thus drenching her need to be given a good laugh. Hell, Jax deserved it for all the great things he had done for her. She thought about this in the most sarcastic manner because the son of a bitch deserved a bit of humble pie. Yes, he was the Vice President of SAMCRO but the man needed to see what was outside of Charming. He may have gone on runs near the area but had he ever visited San Francisco? Did he even know where the club house was located? Any of the members by name or nicknames? Or did he usually see them only when something came up or something was about to go down? Jax may know everything there was to know in Charming but bringing him to San Francisco, he was on her turf. A turf which did not welcome homophobes and could get ones ass kicked if he made a snide remark around the members who were not straight as a line of coke.<br><br>Though it made dating in San Francisco a pain in the ass. Shah never knew if the thug with the tattoos on his neck and chest enjoyed being corn holed by his male best friend or if an attractive female was into sucking cocks. A good twenty percent of the time, she did not bring back someone to her place to fuck around but at least she did not let it get her down. In a place like San Francisco, one had to tweak and hone their gaydar in order to get who one wanted without looking like a complete ass. Always made things quite interesting whenever she hit the night scene every other three days to check on the hookers. She wondered how Jax might react to seeing cross-dressing hookers being used to bring in the clientele who were into fucking a man who dressed in drag. Might not be his cup of god damn tea but it brought in the necessary money to pay the dues and send the rest SAMCRO's way. San Francisco was a city waiting to be purged of its money like a bulimic on a binge and purge at an all-you-can-eat buffet. Does it bring a great image to your mind now? Seeing a female binging and purging? Can you imagine her stuffing her face with every type of food she can get her hands on before she rushes to the bathroom to stick her finger down her throat to throw it all up in the toilet bowl? You can? Sick bastard. <br><br><em>“We’re still stopping off at Wendy’s before we leave Charming. I need more clothes and there’s no way I’m leaving Charming for a few days without seeing my son.”</em><br><br>Time was of the essence. She did not want to hit morning traffic in or around San Francisco but she had to understand where Jax was coming from because he was going to be away from his son for a few more days.&nbsp; "No problem, you need to see your son anyhow," she muttered as she put her helmet on and rose out of the parking lot after him. Nonetheless, it made her wonder about how long it would take the two of them to get to San Francisco. Charming to San Francisco was a good five hours away, not including the traffic and tolls to pay to get into the city. Four dollars to get into the city and it took a lot of patience because there was traffic which backed up for a good three miles to even get onto the Bay Bridge. Just a few days ago, I was spending twenty-five minutes in traffic to get onto the Bay Bridge to put down a deposit on a place I am moving into with three other females. Three other women and myself. It is going to be a great thing or a horrible monster. To think, four women on the rag in the same week, all of them bitching and complaining about little things. Hell, a nightmare but it might be a fun thing once parties and friends were invited over for holidays and events. Besides, a great way to meet people and who knows I might meet the man or woman of my dreams. That or get a great orgasm by a one night stand. Just like Shah, I plan to roll in the debauchery but will be better to have an escape plan from any sort of MC trouble.&nbsp; <br><br>Alright, back to what is going on here. Shah said her goodbyes to the SAMCRO members before she followed after Jax on the loaner bike to visit his son. It was still strange to her to see Jax and put together he had a son waiting for him. Somehow, she never pegged him as the fatherly type. Most of the time, she pegged him for an asshole and a womanizer. God, now Shah had the Britney Spears song stuck in her head and it was not about to dislodge herself anytime soon. Singing it beneath her breath, she was glad the roar of the bike hid the fact she knew almost a good eighty percent of the song and was not belting it out. <br><br><em>Superstar, where you from? How's it going? <br>I know you got a clue what you're doing<br>You can play brand new to all the other chicks out here<br>But I know what you are, what you are, baby<br><br>Look at you gettin' more than just a re-up<br>Baby, you got all the puppets with their strings up<br>Fakin' like a good one but I call 'em like I see 'em<br>I know what you are, what you are, baby<br><br>Womanizer, woman-womanizer, you're a womanizer<br>Oh, womanizer, oh, you're a womanizer, baby<br>You, you-you are, you, you-you are<br>Womanizer, womanizer, womanizer<br>(Womanizer)</em><br><br>Oh yes, she sung beneath her breath but she sang the song as if she was Britney Spears herself. This bitch was antsy as hell and wanted to get to San Francisco but she had to keep her impatience under control. All Jax wanted was to see his baby boy. She would give that to him and as he rolled his bike up to a house and got off of it, she tensed her muscles. For one reason or another, she felt as if someone was watching her. Turning her head from side to side, she narrowed her eyes and tried to see any moving figure out in the distance. Fuck, maybe she was losing it. What she needed was a cup of iced tea, chocolate, ice cream and a cheeseburger to keep her awake for this drive. Removing the helmet from her head, she pulled out her hair from the ponytail and let her tresses fall down her back. God, it felt good to release the tension from her head and sighed in relief. Shah did a lot to her hair and it was a miracle her hair was not falling out in clumps from the over processing but she would keep the dark color for now until she got back to San Francisco. Once, she was back in San Francisco, her hands would get a hold of a couple of bottle of washable hair dye to give dye her hair the colors of the rainbow. A bit too much but Gay Pride weekend was about going all out for the moment.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>"I will wait out here," she called out as she got off the bike and glanced around the area. While she could have gone inside to see the next generation of Teller-Morror, Shah thought it best to stay on the bike and be on the lookout. Jax was about to be away from his son for a few days and even before that, she remembered he had not left the club house to visit the little guy. Blank was still at the club house waiting to become the little guy's new best friend. How nice it must feel to hold one's own child and think about protecting them with your very life. For Shah, she let a hand ghost over her stomach and sighed. If she brought a child into this world, she might fuck it up just the way her own mother fucked up and gave her up. The only upside was being adopted into a good family but the burning need to know who her biological parents were never dimmed out. It seemed the need to know only grew further as the years went by; she made headway in her search by locating the hospital where she was dropped off. The video feed from the night she was turned into the hospital personnel was long gone but maybe there were people who may have remembered a woman dropping a baby at the doorsteps of the emergency room. <br><br>Who was her mother? Was her mother some famous actress like Katey Sagal who played Peggy in Married with Children? How about her father? A businessman who cheated on his wife with his mistress and sent her away when he found out she was pregnant? Maybe a rock star who slept with a groupie and then dropped her off at the nearest bus station with hundred dollars and memorabilia items? Various ways to go about figuring out who her mother and father were but Shah wanted to know those answers. To know those answers and close that part of her life down to be placed under the bed and never heard from again. Every time she went into the doctors for her monthly check up, she wondered if her father or mother could have helped to give her a portion of their kidney to keep her going strong. Now with one fucking kidney three tequilas knocked her on her ass and she had kidney infections every few months. Having a kidney become infected hurt like a bitch and took her out of the game for a few days while she recovered from the medication and small surgeries to keep her from ending up six feet under.<br><br>"I wonder if he is breast feeding the kid too," she muttered beneath her breath as she cracked her knuckles and stretched her neck. Shah grabbed her own breasts and wondered how they may look a few years from now when they were no longer perky. Fuck, once the twins started to sag, she planned to get them fixed or even a pair of fake ones but until then she was happy with the breasts God gave to her. Now if only God could give her an extra kidney even if it was on loan from someone else. For now, she was on the list to have a donated kidney but since she was able to go on with life and not be on dialysis it would be a while before she saw a second kidney to help her out. She was behind a few hundred thousand people but as long as the kidney she had now was not dying out on her, she made the best with what she had now. Right now, she wanted to take a nap and perhaps a hot shower because even the steamed clothes were not enough to make her forget the smell she had on her body. Fuck, Chucky was even going to smell this on her and think she had fallen into a pile of manure.<br><br>Hell, her nerves were shot and with all this fidgeting someone might think she was a junkie. Right now, her nerves were all over the fucking place. A list had started in her head about what needed to get done followed by sub lists and subsublists if sub-sub-lists were even a fucking word. Too many variables were about to happen this weekend. She had Chucky and a few of the others handle the weekend explosion of tourists and business for the next three days. When San Francisco celebrated Gay Pride, it did not throw a dinky little fucking party. Nope, it went all out with block parties, parades, streets shut down, businesses were either opened to serve the masses or closed to keep out the delinquents who wanted a place to give a blow job away from the police. However, every year the cops were featured in the Pride Parade. If a gay cop can walk down a parade line with his partner who is wearing only a banana hammock, Gay Pride weekend was a weekend to show everything and do anything one desired. Hell, Shah was pissed when she found out she was not going to attend the festivities because she had planned to throw herself into an orgy.<br><br>Given the way Shah has managed to fuck Jax's best friend, a friend who Jax has practically called a brother and most trusted friend, not hard for Shah to find a fuck mate out of anyone. However, she has some standards if sometimes her standards get in the way of fucking someone she really wanted but knew he was off limits. No, we are not talking about Tig or anyone else in the SAMCRO club house. Shah might fuck Gemma though the risk of getting stabbed by Clay or even Gemma herself did not appeal to Shah at all. She wanted to escape the bedroom without any stab or gunshot wounds. Fine with scratches and even bite marks but to see a hole in her stomach or even a knife sticking in her neck was not on her bedroom play list. Now who was the person she wanted to fuck but knew her hands were tied when it came to actually hitting and baiting the person? None other than the ATF bitch. What? There was the fiery look in the bitch's eyes which just revved Shah's fucking motor. To be able to ride the cunt with a strap on, pull her hair and bite down on her shoulder made her cunt clench up in anticipation. However, the bitch was a Jerry Springer episode waiting to fucking happen and could easily fuck her over later on with a search or arrest warrant. <br><br>The way Shah worked, she barely escaped being slapped with higher arrest counts. Even now it was a matter of time before the ATF bitch tried to catch her in any future jobs. She killed for the club but she made sure her hands were clean when it came to inspection. If the ATF cunt were to look closer and try to find threads to tie back to her than she was in deep shit. Not to say she left any threads to tie but from what she heard of the ATF and their ploys to infiltrate the ranks, anything could happen. Anything could happen which was why Shah had to make Sergeant at Arms. With becoming Sergeant, she could have a tighter rein on what was to happen when it came to exerting power and influence within the club and with rival gangs. Every day there was no one to fill the Sergeant at Arms position; it was another day for the 09ers and the Asian gangs to muscle in on the San Francisco streets. Now with Daddy D in the hospital, it was going to be a fucking piece of work to keep his health scare out of the hands of the gangs who could try to hatch a plan to take out Daddy D while he slept in his hospital bed or make their way to the club house. <br><br>With the San Francisco Gay Pride weekend coming up, security was going to be tighter around the club while San Francisco Police Department would be lax or absent from it. The SFPD might arrest a few drunken people here and there but once gay pride came around there was going to be naked people all over the mother fucking place. Hopefully, Jax was not about to flip his fucking script if he saw a gay man walk around with his cock painted like the rainbow or two men in assless chaps making out in the middle of the street. He might get a kick out of seeing two women fondling each other's breasts or even smacking their asses while everyone watched on in amusement. Who knows, he might even pick up a few women who are into threesomes and bring them back to his, wait. Where was he going to stay? Eh, think about that question later but back to the image of two half naked women in body paint fondling and making out with one another. Sorry, even I needed a moment to envision two voluptuous women with their breasts perky, full hips and luscious ass groping and making sure to leave bite marks on one another's necks. Alright, needed thirty minutes to myself.<br><br><span class="bbc_u">Thirty minutes later...</span><br><br>Now with Shah she might need more than thirty minutes. Give her a couple of men and women in a crowd and an orgy can be started in the middle of the street. Yes, one might get trampled on in the masses or even put on tape for the whole world to see if it ever made its way to the internet or television stations but that was always the risk in any sexual encounter. Shah could not believe the various times she made sure none of her partners fucked her on tape. She did not want the tape coming back to bite her in the ass if it fell into the hands of ATF or law enforcement to use as collateral. Not to say it was not going to get her to become their bitch but uncomfortable if it brought disgrace to the Sons of Anarchy and for Chucky, Daddy D and her adoptive father to see a guy with a hard one slamming his cock into her cunt. An awkward conversation to get through if it ever came about during breakfast together. <br><br>While she made sure not to be placed on video tape, there were a few naughty pictures laying about at her place of residence. Sometimes she enjoyed taking pictures of those she fucked with to remember the good or the bad times in bed with them. Of course her pictures were locked away and hidden in a secret compartment along with other 'stuff' not mentioned to the rest of the members. What went on in her bedroom was her business and yes she enjoyed to brag about the cock she rode or the pussy she enjoyed but not even Chucky could get much of the information. The man loved to hear as much gossip as the next thirteen year old girl. For Christ's sake Shah thought Chucky's last life had been in the form of a teenage girl who lived to hear the juiciest gossip around the neighborhood. If he was feminine enough the man could take on Perez Hilton and his blog any day of the fucking week but Chucky was busy juggling the women in his bedroom than in blogging about the gossip he heard around the Bay area. As long as he kept his female drama away from the club house, he could keep on fucking and calling her while he was being sucked off. <br><br>However, not even the image of Chucky being given a blow job seemed to take away the fact she was waiting outside on the lawn for Jax. Shah paced the front yard, stretching and bending her body in different directions. The injuries sustained just a few days ago still bothered her but none of the scrapes and bruises was bad enough to kill her. She bet the men hit her in areas where the least damage could be done to her body without needing a physician. Though the nasty looking bruise on her side was starting to yellow out a bit and her pigmentation aided in covering up the bruise. With Chucky blabbing and spilling the god damn beans about her torture day with the SAMCRO members, Daddy D was likely to order her to show him the injuries to document them. The man always knew if someone was injured, best to get their information and check to see none of the scuffles ended in broken ribs or trips to the emergency. The police department may be willing to turn a blind eye to seeing their kind in the hospital but other rival clubs could take the medical information (if any of their hackers could tried to break into the security system), find the weaknesses and exploit it to their very use. Shah knew this for a fact because their own chapter club had done it on the Asian gangs who sought to step into their territory without permission or street tax. <br><br>"Use somebody," she said beneath her breath as she bent forwards to touch the tips of her boots with her fingertips. A few popping noises in her back indicated she needed to rest soon before she fucked up her back and added it to the list of injuries. Sitting upright on a bike was not bad but it did some work on the body. For one thing, her ass fell asleep after a good six hours of riding on her bike with the vibrations of the motor making sure to numb the back of her thighs, legs and ass. Now she had to do five hours on the bike and stretching out her muscles would aid in keeping them from cramping up. It was when she stood up from her bending and noticed Jax did she wonder about what kind of visit did he give his son. No, she did not think of Jax as a pedophile but did he sing to his son? Tell him about the crazy bitch he was being forced to ride out with? Anything and everything in the short span of time given to him before he had to head off to San Francisco.<br><br><em>“I’ll follow your lead Shah.”</em><br><br>That was all he said. Maybe something happened in the bedroom or maybe the mother to his son heard him and wanted to talk. From the gossip she picked up, his ex-wife was living in the house under Jax's name. She lived in it while she was pregnant and on drugs and still living in the house but sober and clean. Interesting dynamics and relationships Jax surrounded himself with but she kept it for herself for the moment. "Alright, follow me and we are going to stop in San Leandro to gas up. I will give you a signal of my hand to let you know when, Jax," she instructed as she hopped back onto the loaner bike. On went the helmet and bike before she went off into the street to get to the nearest freeway. The nearest freeway was only three minutes by bike because the town was small enough a person could walk from one end to the other in a good fifteen minutes. Twenty minutes if the person sat down to have an ice cream or buy a soda from the local diner.<br><br>Down the street, two left turns and onto the freeway ramp she went and into the fast lane to head to San Francisco. Various 'what-if's' always flitter through her head. There really is a lot of thinking done while on the road. No I Love Lucy, Days of Our Lives or Special Victim Units to distract her. Her iPod can only do so much and she had no chance to charge it. She could have listened to Seether or Dropkick Murphy's but with her iPod low and in need of an outlet, she was left to her own thoughts. Thoughts which ran to what her plans were a few weeks from now. In a few more weeks, her adoptive parents were celebrating their anniversary and made plans to take a cruise trip from San Diego all the way to the Bahamas and back. Her parents asked her to watch over the store and try not to burn down the house down in case she got the idea to throw a party at their place. Her parents somehow knew what she had in store even before she thought of the idea. Either they were part of the Miss Cleo cult or she was not being as secretive as she once was in the past few years.&nbsp; <br><br>As she rode down the freeway, she felt the beeping sound in her pocket, informing her a call was coming through. Since California passed a law that no one driving on any street, highway, freeway or any place where an automobile or motorcycle could be rode on needed to have a Bluetooth applicator. Just so happens, she had a Bluetooth but it was in her bag strapped around her. Cursing to herself, she made the motions to move one of her hands away and back towards the messenger bag at her back. Took a good two minutes and needing to keep her eyes on the road in front of her before she grabbed a hold of the small device and placed it on her right ear. By then, Chucky continued to call which meant he knew she was on the road or trying to ignore his calls for whatever reason. Calls to be ignored at this time were non-negotiable and repeat calls from Chucky were something to worry about, damn it.&nbsp; <br><br>Somehow Chucky calling her in the middle of the night spelled trouble. Any call where it took him a couple of seconds to come up with the best way to break ground with her was an indication to grit her teeth and force herself to calm down. Chucky had done this frequently for as long as she remembered him. Last time he gave her a bad call in the middle of the night; he had passed out and found himself near the Sunset District a few blocks from Ocean Beach, half naked, woken up next to a naked female who looked young enough to be his younger sister and a ripped condom wrapper in his hand. The only great thing about the situation was the naked female was of consent so there was no statutory rape and it was consensual since he picked her up earlier at a bar. Still, for a few hours she was trying to make up air tight alibi's and make sure the condom used in the sex act did not break at all to keep things from further complicating itself. After the last incident, she made sure he asked the females he wanted to fuck for their identification and ask them a few questions to verify their ages in case the cards looked suspicious. Plus it helped to make sure he was not about to fuck a chick with a dick since Chucky was no dick man. Funny how Shah could be cool and calm with Chucky but she could easily go off like Jax had seen the few times she became angry at someone or something. <br><br>Daddy D was the same when it came to bad news but he took the motherfucking cake. In his youth, there were scores of stories on Daddy D flipping the fuck out and getting into bar fights. The man Irish blood coursing through his veins. He fucked like an Irish, fought like a bloody Irishman and drank like a fucking Irish. Shah had seen the photo albums of a spirited and shirtless Daddy D posing and flexing in front of the camera. Beneath his shirt and on his skin tattoos of his allegiance to the Sons of Anarchy, Irish lineage and even a few of his former girlfriends. What a stupid move to have tattoos of lovers imprinted into ones flesh. Everyone should know getting branded with the names of lovers like 'Tom', 'Rachel', 'Brad' or even 'Sickorro' is a sure fire fucking way to curse a relationship. Take a look at the celebrities who have had their significant other tattooed on them and later had to get rid of it? Angelina Jolie with her Billy Bob Thornton (lasered it off), Johnny Depp with his Winona Forever (changed later to Wino Forever, not bad), Nas who has the image of his now pregnant ex-wife Kelis tattooed on his forearm, Pamela tattooing her ex-husband Tommy Lee's name on her ring finger (a bitch to tattoo because it is on the bone and webbing of the finger) and <br><br>At least Daddy D remedied the fiascos by having the names of his exes covered over with new tattoos or lasered off if it came to the point the name could not be covered without receiving a shitty tattoo. The last cover up he had done was a good twenty years ago after his latest lady love left him. He rarely talked about her and many speculated she was the one who stole Daddy D's heart and never gave it back. Nonetheless, it did not stop him from spreading the love to the women in the last few years. Usually his type of female varies depending on his mood and what San Francisco had to offer. He dated blondes, brunettes, redheads, European, American, Southern, Northern, all and any type of woman. Shah was glad none of those present girlfriends were given any of the tattoos to show she belonged to Daddy D. Some of those women were fucking crazy and not the good kind of fucking crazy. These bitches were bonafuckingfied Fatal Attraction crazy. What was Daddy D's deal with choosing the psychotic ones? Thank god none of them received shitty tattoos. <br><br>What are considered shitty tattoos anyhow? Are they the tattoos everyone seems to have in society? You know what I am talking about the tribal tattoos, Chinese character tattoos (remember the tattoo Britney Spears had of inaccurately-translated characters), the tattoos seen on the walls where the drunk girls always seem to grab the hearts, fairies or butterflies. Somehow one can see a lot of shitty tattoos even from the early stages where tattooing was a man's activity. Otzi the Iceman was the first known male to be tattooed where he head fifty-seven tattoos imprinted into his skin. Now his skin is on display in South Tyrol Museum of Archaeology in Italy. It was not until recent times more and more woman have opted to receive tattoos and before one could see women wearing tattoos but only in 'freak shows'. Would she have been in one of those freak shows for the few tattoos she had? She had the acronym of Sons of Anarchy, S.o.A, tattooed on her lower back, the anarchy symbol placed at the back of her neck, two faded rainbow flags with SAFSOA tattooed inside of the flag, each letter of SAFSOA placed on a different colored line of the flag, and a pair of roses on each shoulder blade to commemorate two significant people in her life. All in all, her tattoos were significant and not something she picked off of the wall when she was on a binge trip. <br><br>Only consolation was the fact tattoos went out of style in the MC to brand his property and in came the accessories. Daddy D had gone over the fucking moon when 'Property of...' patches, belt buckles and jackets came in the early nineties to the clubs who wanted to make sure no one fucked with their men and women. Instead of Daddy D or any other SoA member having to tell an ex to head to the nearest tattoo or laser center to have his or her name removed, just asking for the jacket, patch or belt buckle was the way to send their ex on their way. Effective and money saving but it had yet to solve the problem of the crazy exes who wanted to shout and scream to find out why he or she was being dumped for someone else. Nothing was ever perfect but it was better than having to make sure an ex got rid of their names off of their bodies. Made break up a whole lot easier to remove the patch off of an ex-lover and hand it to the new one. No harm, no foul, well, most of the time but she never had to worry about the hysterical lovers who are up in arms about their dismissal. Luckily, Shah only had to worry about getting her tattoos retouched every few years for coloring and not because she needed to get rid of her latest ex's name off of her ass. <br><br>Shah had yet to hand anyone she fucked a belt buckle, patch or jacket. If she had it would have been a waste of patches on people she only saw every few weeks. The only one who came close to it had been her ex-fiancé and we all know how that turned out. While she may be a bitch with a few screws loose and a penchant for fucking a good portion of San Francisco (not including the tourists and abroad students) there was no one special in her life. Her business with Sons of Anarchy was her life but not all of it. She had her part-time job reading and critiquing those she enjoyed or hated. Had her adoptive parents to visit when she felt it was too long and her mother might call her on her cell to remind her of family dinners. Love life may be in the dump but it was not at the top of her to-do list. If she found someone, great, if not, she had her little black book to call up a few choices to keep her warm at night. No skin off of her fucking nose.&nbsp; <br><br>"How are things with Daddy D?," were the first things to come out of her mouth once she accepted the call from Chucky. He should know by now whenever something happened to Daddy D she was going to talk and talk and talk and talk all about him until he was given a clean bill of health. The last time it happened Chucky threatened to give her a concussion to put her in the hospital bed next to Daddy D so she can be even closer to knowing what was going on and hand the rest of the club members a moment of relief. Everyone cared about what happened to Daddy D but all knew when to lay back and let Daddy D take the next course of action. Not Shah. If anything happened to Daddy D it would be a bitch of a time to handle his affairs and make sure his Vice President, Rocky, knew the in's and out's of becoming President of the San Francisco Chapter. Shah had love for Rocky, the man knew how to handle his fucking business and take care of his family but even he knew he had some big shoes to fill when it came to Daddy D. The man had a good thirty years of being a SAFSOA member under his belt and on his jacket. He became a 1 percenter fifteen years ago and while he may not be cracking as many skulls or causing a few bar fights the man had respect and authority emanating from his very fucking pores. <br><br>"Hitting on the female nurses and he even tried to cop a feel on one of them but she was a dyke and slapped him for it."<br><br>"Bet it made him want her even more."<br><br>"You know how he is; he thinks all lesbians have yet to meet him in the bedroom to know what they are missing."<br><br>"Does he know that was a onetime thing and only because she was not a lesbian but a bisexual?"<br><br>"Do you think he really cares as long as he has some sweet ass riding his cock?"<br><br>"True and did you tell him I am coming?"<br><br>"I did not have to tell him because the old bastard told Rocky to bet how long before you got back here. By the way, idle another thirty minutes and I win the betting pool which is three hundred dollars."<br><br>"You are going to split it with me?"<br><br>"20/80?"<br><br>"Oh how generous to give me eighty of the cut while you take a charitable twenty."<br><br>"You know what I mean."<br><br>"No, you are trying to stiff me on a bet and if you do not five me 50/50 on it, I plan on getting there early and making you lose the bet."<br><br>Shah was not hard up on cash and would not feel guilty at all about losing the bet for Chucky. Chucky knew how she felt about taking her sweet ass time if it meant he planned not to give her half of the winnings. Besides, with Chucky having bought Blank's sister she needed all the money she could get her hands on to make sure the female puppy was set in her new life with Shah. She knew she needed to puppy proof the place and have a bed and bowl placed near her own bed to make sure the female knew where to sleep and eat. Fuck, she remembered about the potty training and prayed Chucky left the female pup in the hands of one of the Prospect to watch over while she took care of things at the hospital. She was not about to come home to dog shit all over her floor or in her shoes. What was it about dogs and their need to either eat shoes or shit in them? Was it programmed into their heads in the womb? Given pictures to focus on what to shit in and what to chew up? Shah had plans to make damn sure her dog knew not to shit in her brand new boots or make her leather jacket a chew toy. <br><br>"Aww come on, Shah."<br><br>"Do not pull the whining shit with me, Chucky. I need money to buy things for the new dog and you are not going to stiff me on this."<br><br>"How about if I..."<br><br>"No."<br><br>"You had no clue what I was going to say."<br><br>"I do not need to know what you are going to say to know it is going to be a bad fucking move."<br><br>"You know me too fucking well."<br><br>"Of course after all the shit you put me through."<br><br>Chucky had put Shah thought a lot. He was the first to tell her she was not going to make it through her Prospect phase. There to get in her face to try and see if she would break any step of the way. When she finally made full status, the first thing she did was punch him in his face. Fractured his nose and broke one of her knuckles but it was well worth the wait. Afterwards, the two shacked up for a few days in his bedroom until reality hit them square in the chest. Reality showed the two of them could not have a relationship within the club and not let it get in the way. Besides, she was barely starting out and needed to make something of herself in the club. Chucky was established and did not need to worry about his position in SAFSOA; Shah did. While it was awkward the first few weeks to be around Chucky, once she started to get to know more about him other than how he enjoyed various sexual positions one of which doggy-style was his favorite, he became a good friend to her. A few times the two got into spats large enough the two were not friends for a few days but every time the two would come back to buy one another's drinks, shoot a few pool balls and buy a hooker for the two to share. Well, Chucky usually took the hooker while she rented the room for him to use before she went back to her place to sleep off the hangover.<br><br>"You still want me."<br><br>"In your fucking dreams, Chucky. In your fucking dreams."<br><br>"Where you wear hot pants and a wet t-shirt, Shah."<br><br>"Never going to happen."<br><br>"Never say never."<br><br>"Never, motherfucker."<br><br>"Again, never say never."<br><br>"You have something to say to me other than wanting to win the bet?"<br><br>"Yes, do not kill Jax, let Daddy D do it for you."<br><br>"I told you I can handle Jax being around me. Just warn the others not to reveal too much about themselves because he is a bit...new to the fact there are gays, trans, dykes, queers and a slew of others in our chapter."<br><br>"Right-o, Shah."<br><br>"Alright, I am on the freeway, need to concentrate, see you in a few hours."<br><br>With that she hung up the phone and chuckled. Sometimes, Shah wondered if Chucky thought he was God's gift to women. It was a miracle his ego fit through the hospital doors since she heard Daddy D laughing in the background. Chucky must have placed her on speaker phone, the bastard. Put twenty bucks Daddy D wanted a bit of laughter and had Chucky call her up to see how things were going. Good God, Daddy D had to have a mini heart attack during the same week she was being tested. Though she was not superstitious she might have suspected this was not the right time for her to go for Sergeant at Arms or to even watch her back even more around the SAMCRO members. They sure had a fucking nice way to introduce themselves especially after she thought there was no suspicion of being tortured and mind fucked with; was this what Daddy D went through?&nbsp; <br><br>-------------
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				*******<br>"You better give her half or she will fuck you over. Fuck knows how many times she has already," Daddy D gruffed out with his Irish accent as he laid back in the hospital bed and continued to flip the channels on the small television placed in every room. Long ago, he knew when Chucky and Shah were fucking like rabbits and he did not appreciate the fact the two were rumored to be fucking once more. Chucky was not the man for Shah if she ever settled down and fucking with Chucky was like fucking a horny teenager. Good for the moment but afterwards the teenager had nothing else to say but ask if he could order a pizza and be given a ride back to his mother's place. Chucky was not fit to settle down or have anything with Shah. Daddy D was only too glad she knew not to head into the direction of long term relationships with any of the SAFSOA members, including Chucky. Last thing he needed was more drama in the club house because of relationship woes than hookers not paying their dues and prospects fucking up on chopping bikes and fixing them. He was too fucking old for high school bull shit drama. What he wanted was to settle down and lay down what was to be done in case things went worse the next time he had a heart attack.<br><br>The way the doctors put it to him, the next mini heart attack would be no mini but could potentially give him a regular heart attack which led to either stroke or death. Now if he had to pick between death and a stroke, he rather pick death. Daddy D had no use as a stroke victim if he could only use half of his body and be a burden to the club. The arthritis in his knees were a bitch to put up with but to know only half of him was viable while the other was frozen and worthless was the same as being trapped in a cage with no way out. He suffered broken and fractured bones, black eyes, busted lips, scrapped skin and scars for the club. However, it was the still broken heart in his chest which he bet was the cause for his mini heart attacks. A man like him can suffer a broken heart from a jilted relationship. Take a look at Gemma, a mega bitch who may have loved Jax's father and then even broken Cherry's nose for having slept with Clay. Everyone can have their own heartbroken and this man had his heart broken for a good thirty fucking years. He should have seen it coming from a fucking mile away but he was too stupid to realize how far into the shit he was until it came back to bite him in the ass. <br><br>He made amends but he still could not forget the past which haunted him every day. How could he knowing it was right in his god damn face. Stillborn, his fucking Irish ass. Never should have trusted her lies, fool me once, get fooled a fuckload more. Should have known a woman like her held a chest full of trouble in her closet. The bitch made Pandora look like a fucking Angel in a few scraps of clothing. Nonetheless, he fell for her and was lied to about her infertility. Back then, condoms were rarely used if at all since he enjoyed bareback as opposed to fumbling to put on a damn condom. Most of the women were on birth control or went right to the abortion clinic to have themselves taken cared of but not this female. This female lied to his face and he believed her because he let his dick get the best of him. He was only too glad he had denied the idea of marriage to her but he was opened to living with her so long as he never brought up marriage. Marriage made him itch when it came to him, hell, he almost broke out in hives when he heard Shah wanted to get married a few years back and possibly go nomad. Only too glad the bastard Jonathan took his advice and left Chucky and he to help Shah get herself back to what was important. <br><br>All for the club.<br><br>Daddy D also known as Cian Fearghas dedicated his life in Ireland and after immigrating over to the United States he worked his way around the Southern states. He believed the wars going on in Europe were over and done with but it hard as fuck to make a living during the tumultuous time of San Francisco trying to bring love back into the city. No love was sent his way until he jumped into SAFSOA. Now thirty two years passed and he had done everything to forget the past but it always came back to bite him in the ass. When he met Ana it was lust at first sight but to him he assumed it was love. Only twenty eight when he met Ana down by the docks of the Fisherman's Wharf in San Francisco in the early eighties, he was smitten with her. He tried to be an Irish gentleman but he should have known there was someone else in her life. Should have seen the warning signs of her need for drugs and other men. He was foolish enough to supply her with the cocaine and alcohol which her body crave for and not think of the consequences it would be dealt with in the end. It was not until he caught her in his own fucking bed with another man had he realized how deep he had gotten himself into with Ana. Cian threw the man and Ana out of his life or so he thought until she showed up three months later pregnant (unbeknownst to him) and demanding more drugs.<br><br>He knew if he gave into her, it would make him look weak to every other druggie in San Francisco. Instead, he forced her to go into a rehab center and go cold turkey for a few months. Even then, he believed Ana would come to her senses and love him again. Fuck, this is what happens when a Irishman falls for a lady love. He cannot stop but act like a damn fucking fool until his bank account and his heart is bled dry. Thank fucking God it had not come close to cleaning him out of money. Nonetheless, Ana checked herself out of the rehab one week into the program and he never saw her again until he heard word about her being pregnant with his child. Never could he believe the fact he was a father to be to a drug addict nonetheless until he received the letter in the mail that was supposed to be sent to him a few days before Ana showed up asking for more drugs. In the letter, Ana confessed about the child growing in her belly and talked about how she had gone off the birth control a few weeks before the two broke up to try and seal him into marriage because of the child. Somehow, she realized that it would be horrible to raise a child in a loveless marriage (so she thought) and took off but wanted him to know the truth.<br><br>Cian never heard from Ana again until a few months later Ana's mother called to let him know Ana had given up the baby to the local hospital in San Francisco. Ana's mother asked him to come down to try and adopt the child. He assumed the child was fucked up from all of the drugs Ana took while the two were together and afterwards. To find out the babe only had a bit of pneumonia and slight asthma did not worry him. What pissed him off was not being able to adopt because of his rap sheet and his 'bachelor' lifestyle. Instead, he had to see his own flesh and blood raised by other people. People who were not the type he neither associated with nor did he approved of...at first. Oh hell, he would have done a fucked up job of raising a kid. Might have handed the kid over to his girlfriends to watch or with any of the other members who had kids while he lived his hellion lifestyle. Now at the age of fifty five, he regretted not being in his child's life as much. Never got to see the first steps, first words, first anything. Though he was fine with not hearing about the first sexual encounter. Some fathers may be hooting and fucking over the moon to know their kid fucked for the first time but not him. Cian Fearghas was fucking fine not to know anything about his kid's sex life but he still heard about it whenever Chucky opened his fucking mouth to let him know of what happened between the sheets.<br><br>Chucky?<br><br>Best friend to Shah, Chucky was Cian Fearghas' child?<br><br>Chucky who fucks any female he can get his hands on? Almost as bad as Tig (well, not as bad as Tig because he was willing to fuck a dead corpse but not Chucky)? Best friend to Shah and sometimes lover?<br><br>.<br><br>..<br><br>...<br><br>....<br><br>..... <br><br>No.<br><br>What do you mean no?<br><br>Yes, I mean it. Chucky is not his kid. <br><br>The way Cian Fearghas talks about the kid, one would assume the child was biologically male. No. The child born from the belly of a drug addict was in fact born biologically as a female. Chucky is and always will be (though the way he wakes up in strange places, one of these days he might wake up with no twig and berries between his thighs) a biological male. Now in the San Francisco chapter of Sons of Anarchy there are twenty-five members and five prospects at the moment. From the Prospects there are three females and two males. One of those males was born biologically as a woman but now has gone through the process to become a man. Two of those female Prospects were born as males and snipped, tucked and went through the transition into females. It leaves the Prospect who have not changed their status to two Prospects (one female and one male. However why keep the guessing games and figure out who is who and who belongs to who because I am not about to waste a good amount of writing on playing Clue game. If you want to see if Professor Plum was in the library with the candlestick go out and buy the clue game and kiss my ass. <br><br>Where does this leave Cian to look towards? <br><br>Shah? Shaharazad O'Hara? <br><br>You got it.&nbsp; <br><br>What did you expect? It had to be a connection by the way Cian's own flaming red hair looks eerily close to Shah's own natural curls? Of course Cian has grey and white in his hair now but there are pictures of him with his crop of red hair and bulging muscles. Well, her last name does have a ring of Irish to it now and change it to Shah Fearghas, not the best of names but it was his last name damn it.&nbsp; The way the two acted around one another people would think the two were related which in fact the two are but Cian never had the heart to tell Shah. How could he knowing her life turned out alright albeit there were a few things he could live without seeing. Cian could live with the fact Shah grew up in a household which provided everything she needed. Shah did not get into the drug lifestyle and become a drug addict like her real mother. Last he heard of Shah's true mother, Ana, the woman ran off with a drug dealer who whored her out to supply her drug habit since drugs were not free even if she was dating someone who had scores of drugs on hand.<br><br>Fuck, twenty six years old. His daughter was twenty six years old and in his own god damn chapter. He assumed she would marry some uptight financial businessman, move to the suburbs, pop out a few children and forget about him. Well, he did not want her to forget completely about him but he knew he screwed up. Should have told her the truth once she came around but it took him for a loop with her actually wanting to join the Sons of Anarchy. Of every local chapter around here and even a rival motorcycle clubs, the crazy bitch walked into his own chapter. His own mother, God rest her soul, would have said Fate was fucking with him and wanted him to take a bigger part in his daughter's life. Well, he took a big fucking part in it because he was her superior in the San Francisco chapter. Not only her superior but mentor and father (even if he cannot tell her). What the fuck was he supposed to say that? Hold that thought while Fate chooses to check in on Shah and Jax. Shah who at the moment is making the signal to Jax to head off the freeway and gas up two hours into their drive. Seems Shah miscalculated on her gas tank or did someone higher above chose to make the gas tank go down lower? Well, let us take a look. <br><br>----------<br><br>Shah held up her hand to signal to Jax to head off the freeway to the nearest Shell gas station. Seemed she miscalculated her gas tank and she was about to hit empty in the next twenty minutes. How the fuck could she have gotten it wrong? She swore she had another two hours on the gas she had now before she needed to fill up. Maybe she pushed the loaner too hard or maybe because it was not her bike, she did not know the specifications on it as well as she would have on her own motorcycle. Nonetheless, she needed to take a piss and grab some food to load up on to keep her awake for the next three hours. Damn, she still had three hours to go and at least she had yet to speak to Jax much other than spatterings of how he was feeling on this trip over the roar of trucks and wind. "I am in the mood for a bag of corn nuts and powerade. Since gas stations rarely stock healthy beverages, I will double on the vitamins," she commented as she rolled into the nearest gas pump and slid off of the bike. Glad to be able to walk around and stretch her legs for a bit, she offered to pay for Jax and her own gas. <br><br>Gas was a whole lot fucking expensive in the Bay Area. While other cities deal with 3.59 a gallon, the Bay Area usually pays 3.99 to 4.25 a gallon. Already, blew a good forty bucks on filling up the gas tank the other weekend I went to put a deposit down on the room in the Sunset District. However, I fell worse for the writer who pays weekly rent while I am only paying monthly rent for the place. Feel a smidgen of bad but then I remember the bastard is making me work ten times as hard for a post which has taken a good week and half to write up. Fuck him and the posting horse he rode on. Hopefully, the posting horse will buck him off and trample his ass but then I remember once more he replies to these posts and I cannot have him being trampled...for now. Once he leaves for Kenya or whatever the fuck he said he would be exploring, it will give me a much needed break from having to write large amounts of posts that I put much effort and love into. If that is not posting love, then I have no fucking clue what is may be ladies, lieges and gentlemen of E.<br><br>Now while Shah went inside to pay for the gas and use the facilities, her mind ran once more. This time, her mind ran on how she would look with a new patch designating her as the Sergeant at Arms of the San Francisco chapter. Already, she could see herself showing off the patch as she walked through the streets of San Francisco. Mind you, she will be having to walk up huge fucking hills but it does great work for ones legs and ass. Still, going to be a bitch to huff it up several hills and not fall backwards into a rolling death. Seen it happened before and it was not a pretty sight. Then her mind wanders to how Jax might think of her in her own city, able to be true self around her friends and family (though the chapter members are looked upon as her friends and family no matter if there is no blood connection. Oh how naive Shah is about the certain blood connection between Daddy D and herself. Again, this will be revealed several posts from now but for the moment, best for the readers and the other writer to know what is going on) but all the while making sure he did not know more than necessary in order to keep the mask from falling off of her face. <br><br>Their relationship is something which can take posts upon posts upon motherfucking posts to understand. These two could become anything to one another. Good friends, enemies, fuck buddies, people who occasionally talk when the two have to converse, various in between can go on between these two. That is the beauty of relationships, nothing is ever simple and nothing is ever easy. If it were, hell, Shah and Jax may have gotten married and divorced plenty of times to see who else interested them and would become their next wife or husband for a few months. Sure, these two are about as close as two cats in a wet bag but give it some time. No relationship was ever formed in a week and those chick flicks who tell you so, can eat my fucking grits. It does not take a month to keep and lose a man. Well, it can be easy to lose a man but to gain one takes a lot of hard work and sometimes one has to look like a complete fool. Think about how Jax fell head over fucking heels ten years ago for Tara? Do you think Jax was smooth like butter to go up to Tara and ask her out on a date? Takes a while to imagine Jax swaggering up to Tara and asking her to have a soda pop with him at the local diner in Charming, California.<br><br>Now let us think about Shah around the same age, well four years younger than Jax even now. Can you believe those two are four years apart and yet at times the two can be childish or adult like when the moment is needed? Those two are nowhere near Bella and Edward because for one, Shah hates Twilight. Hates it with a fucking passion because of how Mary and Gary-Sue the characters are written out and she ignores two of the Prospects whenever the two start to gush and swoon over how 'gorgeous and brooding' Edward and Bella are for one another. Now with Romeo and Juliet, not so much since the two are not in their teenage years and belong to warring families. SAMCRO and SAFSOA as far as Shah knows are on good terms and Daddy D thinks of Clay like his own brother from another mother. Not Daddy D's words of course but one can get the gist. Those two do not have the problems of warring family as far as the readers and everyone else can see. However, we do have a few problems which has been addressed even by Jax himself.<br><br>He is divorced with a child. While it is not a bad thing because the rate of divorced parents have gone up over the last twenty years, it might be a deal breaker in most relationships. For Shah, it depends on how Jax would want to handle her being in Abel's life. Would he want Abel to think of her as just a friend of his fathers? A girlfriend? His stepmother (that is if things ever get to the point of him remarrying again, which I can bet it is nowhere near his mind at the moment)? Where would she stand in being able to comment on the handling and raising of Abel? Could she take Abel out of school if he were sick or would she need to wait on Jax to call the office to give her permission to sign out his kid? Various questions to consider but maybe just jumping ahead to the future instead of the present. The real question is could she handle being in a relationship with Jax while maintaining a good standing with his kid? In other words, can she take having to raise a child who is not her own and deal with his son coming first? <br><br>Yes. <br><br>She was given a chance to have parents and while Abel's parents were divorced, did not stop from being given the love and attention he richly deserved. Children was held first in her opinion and then later came the parents themselves and anyone else down the line. If she was asked to babysit in the SAFSOA club house, she made sure she had a few hours to herself to look over the babies or children of any of the club members. Hell, sometimes she felt like Mary Poppins or Maria from Sound of Music with the amount of children left in her care. Obviously, the members thought of her as the best babysitter or they were not aware of the fact she roped Chucky and two of the Prospects to help her watch the tykes whenever the numbers of children to be taken cared of went past five. This was another project she wanted to work on for the club and it was a day care center for the club members and those around the area. With the way the economy was going people had to take on more than one job which made handling the duties of child rearing a bit difficult. <br><br>Hell, my own mother worked two jobs and my father had a good three part-time jobs during the year to put food on the table. While the household was only four, the wage back in the nineties were a good four dollars less than it is now. Plus the type of jobs in the nineties depended on how much wage would be given to the prospective employee. Working in the fields as migrant workers or on construction sites usually were given the short end of the money stick and for a while I went without proper clothes or items for school. Had to get by on hand me downs but now things are better now. While the economy in the United States are in a recession and the President (thank god Bush is out of office) is trying to keep unemployment down. By the by, California is in the top ten states who have high unemployment rates. Is that not amusing to know a city where it is known for Hollywood and beautiful sights is in the hole a good few billion dollars? Even now there are doubts California will come through to pay for my Cal Grants but rest assured this does not affect Shah because she paid off her loans with the money she made from the club house.<br><br>Shah made her own money even if it was through illegal means. Same as Jax who did the jobs for the club to earn extra spending cash or support himself and his child. Did not have to worry about feeding another mouth because Shah had the capabilities and skills to save up her money and put it away in offshore accounts. If for any reason she were to be arrested, at least her adoptive parents and the club house had the money she earned and have access to the accounts. So far, she had a cool 200,000 American dollars saved away in the offshore nest egg. Almost enough to get her by for a few years but the way the market fluctuates, she might need more than few million to set herself for the next forty years. Being part of SAFSOA was a job in of itself but it did not pay well and the hours were all over the place. She could work for two straight days on runs, deals and keeping the peace and other days she could be hanging around the club house with nothing better to do than eat, sleep and party until the next day. While most people would enjoy twiddling their thumbs and partying the nights away in San Francisco, if one was not careful, San Pancho could easily bleed one's account dry.&nbsp; <br><br>San Francisco was an expensive place to live and nothing ever came free in this world. Which was why she had the part time book critic job to land back on in case there were days were there was no business to handle and no skulls to crack. Shah could sit back, read a few books, write about how she either enjoyed the novel or hated it beyond recognition. She was paid by how long it took her to read the book, her writing and being able to have the reader read what she had to say and keep coming back for more reviews. Remember the War and Peace spiel not too long ago? Shah read a few chapters into the book before she spouted at how this novel could not only put her to sleep but make her want to slice her wrists because of how fucking long it was that only someone suicidal would take the chance to read it all. She remembered how many copies of the San Francisco Chronicle were sold and how many people wrote in to either agree or disagree with her opinion. Hell, she even enjoyed those who told her she was a moron not to love the different themes of the book or not appreciative enough of a great classic when she saw one. One of the responses were laughable enough to show it around the club house and even a few laughed at how the person who wrote in could not even spell 'special' and 'idiot' the correct way.<br><br>Now onto the subject of handling an ex-wife who is sober and wants Jax back in her life. Shah would have to ask Jax if he thinks about going back to his wife and make it work and if so, she would gladly step aside. Alright, she might complain to Chucky about how ex-wives are demons from hell but she would have to see it from Wendy's point of view. She lost Jax due to the fact she was a drug addict but maybe there were other things which happened to make the two separate and divorce. Shah and I have no fucking clue what it was for Jax to leave her the house and divorce her ass all the while seeing she was growing his baby in her 'oven' so to speak. Did he come over to hand her the divorce papers and had one last fuck for old times sake? Get roofied and had a cattle prod shoved up his ass to ejaculate inside of Wendy as she rode him? Yes, there have been instances men were roofied and cattle prod because their sperm was valuable or needed in one way or another. Some weird shit people do to obtain sperm or get themselves pregnant but thank God I am not a man because that would be something of a whopper to wake up to; ass burning and wondering why your pants are off in a strange room.<br><br>Now some men may be afraid to know a cattle prod used to shock cattle was placed in their asses and others may be hot and bothered over it. Just take a look at Collarme (for the record, yes, Shah has a profile on Collarme as well as myself but do not hate, appreciate) and see just the type of kinky shit people are into. When Shah placed an ad on Collarme it was all for kicks and fucking giggles. Also, can one see Shah giggling like a school girl over a poster of some pop star on it? Thought so. Nonetheless, she wanted to see if it was true the freaks came out of the fucking wood work when it came to the Collarme website. Within two days and no joking at all, she received over seventy five messages from all sorts of men and women. It was mostly men who wanted her to be their Mistress or even to serve as her toilet slave. What is the appeal about being someone's toilet? Sure, it might make millions of people log onto twogirlsonecup.com (by the way, watch it where no one can pass by and think you are sick and disgusting pervert. If you are going to watch it with friends, videotape it and put it up on youtube for everyone else to watch as your face turns from confusion to disgust to offense and maybe to the face of a person who is about to throw up their afternoon snack) or any spin off from the video site but Shah has no need for a person to play her personal toilet. She is fine with the toilet in the club house and the one in her place she has for the moment. If it were to break, she would not automatically think of using Chucky or some schmuck on the street to lay down while she pissed on him before using his tongue to wipe her clean. Alright, that image even made my own eyes water in disgust.<br><br>Where is this leading to? Oh yes, Shah can handle going on web sites to see if maybe love can be found on the internet. Take a look at Elliquiy's own website. Love matches have been made and people talk about how they met their significant others on different websites. Nonetheless, Shah could easily find love elsewhere in case Jax were to tell her to hit the road. Yes, it would be a jab at her to know she was kicked to the curb but one could not waste time moaning and becoming depressed over the situation. If she had done that at all with any of the men and women in her life, she could have out emoed a lot of people. Could have beaten the lead singer of Dashboard Confessionals for the most depressing song, that is, if she had any musical note in her body. Even at a karaoke, she knows better than to go for the songs where she has to above a few octaves. The last time she was stupid enough to try it, she butchered Whitney's 'I Will Always Love You' and practically made the karaoke pay her to get off the god damn stage. Embarrassing but she recovered from heartaches especially Jonathan. She really thought she was in love with a pig but love can make one do some very crazy shit.<br><br>Love can really make a person go crazy. The only thing is whether Shah and Jax will become crazy for one another on this trip. Who knows, something might happen and these two could fall into bed. Take a look at Opie and her. The pair only knew one another for less than a week and fucked while on a run to Indian Hills. However, the relationship was nothing more than a screwfest but with Shah and Jax, who knows. These two could make things work and she could become Sergeant at Arms. First, she had to pay for the damn gas to get her to San Francisco and as she handed the cash over to the store clerk, she started to hum a lullaby, well, not so much a lullaby because Bob Dylan wrote it but once she heard it on the radio being played by an Audra Mae, it stuck to her. As she sung it beneath her breath, grabbed a few things for the road and paid for it, she let her eye flicker towards the outside and two the bikes. One a loaner, the other belonging to Jax. Jax better pray to the straight gods he does not come back to Charming with a dildo in his ass because this weekend was about to change his life. Whether for good or for bad, all one can do is sit back and enjoy the ride.&nbsp; <br><br><em>May your hands always be busy,<br>May your feet always be swift,<br>May you have a strong foundation<br>When the winds of changes shift.<br>May your heart always be joyful,<br>May your song always be sung,<br>May you stay forever young,<br>Forever young, forever young,<br>May you stay forever young.</em><br><br>[Audra Mae - Forever Young, look it up on Youtube and listen to the acoustic version]
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>10-08-2009, 06:33:33</strong>
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				<em>“It does not matter how slowly you go so long as you do not stop”<br><br>Confucius</em><br><br>Fuck off Confucius.<br><br>We’re going slowly enough that a fucking tortoise would completely destroy us in a race. And don’t you be giving me any tortoise and hare stories… none of us lot are stupid enough to fall asleep in the middle of a fucking race. Fuck, I even had two tortoises back in the day and those buggers are not quick… or even industrious… spent half the day sleeping. Excellent at getting the fuck out of a garden… building their own Tom, Dick and Harry with incredible ease… a modern day tortoise version of Hilts, Velinski and Bartlett. Had to tortoise proof the garden… well, before one died and one got stolen. Can’t import them you see… worth a fair old wad of cash.<br><br>Yeah… where was I?<br><br>Fuck Confucius. I’m going pretty slowly and even I’m tired of it. We did the Sistine Chapel… now we can go back to doodling in the back of the text book. I saw the Sistine Chapel you know… not as impressive as you think… just hordes of tourists and a whole load of people desperately trying to make sure their cameras didn’t have the flash on. So its time to do the Prince and have a career reinvention. Time to take Ludwig Mies van der Rohe’s most famous words to heart.<br><br>So, the brief recap. Our intrepid twosome are now riding their way to San Francisco, and we’re both giving huge depth and back story. We learnt who Shah’s daddy is *GASP SHOCK GASP!* and that I can write really shitty essays on Shakespeare. They’ve got gas and they’re not far out.<br><br>You see, I’m changing the rules.<br><br>Not so long ago I was writing 10k words about not much happeneing. Now, we’re taking it the other way. Time to actually get this bitch moving.<br><br>Because the pair just hit San Francisco.<br><br>Yeah… that’s the only thing that’s happening in this post. But, as I think we’ll all agree… it’s actually quite an important thing…<br><br>See you on the other side.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>10-08-2009, 07:09:10</strong>
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				Thank fucking God we are done with 15-16k posts because for a second there I thought I had to bullshit my way through the next couple of posts. Long and detailed posts are nice but it takes a long time to get through a story and already we are a few posts behind. We should be celebrating Gay Pride which has passed a month ago here in real life San Francisco. Now we have to play catch up and move this fucker along. Shah paid for the gas, grabbed some snacks, popped her vitamin pills and headed off with Jax after gassing up. On the other end, Daddy D was patiently waiting for his secret daughter to arrive all the while wondering what Jax had up his sleeve to test Shah out. Going on in Chucky's head, he wondered about ordering decent food instead of the hospital's cafeteria in case Shah came to the place on an empty stomach and Jax was not into eating day old bagels and unsalted chips. Everyone is anticipating what is about to go down once everyone convenes at the hospital.<br><br>Oh, I can see the shit go down now. Daddy D asking her to remove the pound of make up from her face. Chucky noticing the slight bruising and shaking his head. The others in the group narrowing their eyes at Jax. Would Jax stare back as if it was not his problem? Oooh, going to have to wait and see. Right now, Shah is paying her toll at the booth and jetting down the Bay Bridge to head to University of San Francisco Hospital. Over the roar of the bike, she calls out to Jax hoping to catch his attention. "See Daddy D first and then I will show you the clubhouse and my own place!," she screamed as she got the loaner bike close enough to yell it into his ear. Hopefully it gave the fucker a sore ear but considering the kind of music blasted in the clubhouse it was no time before any one of the club members were screaming through their deaf ears. Such a fucking shame but that is the life of a biker who knows his or her life will be cut short or changed by various things and people.<br><br>Hint. Hint.<br><br>How many hints to give on just how lives have changed because of various lies? Well, the lie slithering between Daddy D and Shah keeps Shah safe from opposing clubs trying to knock her down a peg or two. The lie between the fact Shah and Jax have nothing in common keeps these two fucking lovebirds from letting the passion explode. Of course in the good old San Francisco, the Golden Gate City, Shaky Town, Baghdad by the Bay, The City by the Bay, the Paris of the West it will be the next chapter for Shah and Jax saga. Hell, it could get into a cheesy romance novel where the hero and heroine are parted by some unknown problem only to reach out and love one another to comfort in the midst of the problem but let the other writer and myself unfold their sordid tale together. Hell, a good tongue twister if I say so myself. <br><br>Alright, back to the fucking show.<br><br>The pair has hit San Francisco and Shah has taken the short cuts to make it to the hospital in the area of Outer Sunset District, a couple of blocks away from University of California, San Francisco college and the state college. She moves the loaner bike this way and that way, calling out to Jax that Chucky and the others are waiting for the pair in Daddy D's hospital room. "I doubt you will be bothered by good old Chucky but he might have some...questions to ask regarding what happened to my pretty face," she joked as she moved the bike towards the underground parking lot of the hospital to add the loaner bike to the rest of the SAFSOA chapter members bike in a corner of the multi-level parking unit. <br><br>Here we are, in the parking lot of the hospital. A bit rushed but hell what can be talked about on the ride to the hospital that has not been thought or pondered about in the last few posts? At the length and detail of the posts, these two bastards could have written just as much as the piece of trash electronic novel the other writer spoke about in a few of his posts. By the way, I have yet to read the Lady whatever the fuck its name electronic novel and I am really fucking glad I am not that curious to read the piece of shit. Now, let us continue with the play by play of Shah and Jax, shall we?
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 16:41:55</strong>
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				I quite like unsalted chips by the way...<br><br>So into San Fran we go. Built it up enough haven't we? But alas all good things must come to an end, and thus the pair must change their base of operations from Charming to this next place. Little bigger, a few more seals, a lot steeper streets and a bit closer to Woodside, home of the world famous Bucks (http://www.buckswoodside.com/index.html). Of course, I'm bigging it up because the owner is one of my best mate's uncle... and one hell of a funny guy. For example... the diner has a working Russian space suit... one that actually went into space. He's got the NASA monkey training pod in his shed at his house. The guy's son won Amazing Race a few years after I visited (Tyler MacNiven (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tyler_MacNiven)) and even when I was there had a really hot girlfriend. The other brother was living in a teepee. Pretty cool guys.<br><br>If you go there by the way, try the BBQ Bacon Burger. The bugger is huge but tastes divine.<br><br>So, back to San Fran...<br><br>Jax nodded as Shah shouted to him, calling out his own reply over the roar of the engine, a grin on his face.<br><br><strong>"I bet your place is better than mine."</strong><br><br>The grin was the only response to the second statement. That was the crux of the matter really. How would everyone react to how Shah had been treated? It would be telling about the Club and her place within it. If there was general indifference it wouldn't speak well of her and the respect she held within the Chapter. On the other hand if there was too much resentment, too much hatred for what he had done... or let happen... then it said they were unaware of the realities of being an Outlaw Club. If they didn't expect there would be some test of Shah's loyalty and toughness then they were too naive. It would also be a test of Shah... would she be able to step in and keep her comrades in line if they decided that Jax would benefit from a knife in the ribs in a dark alley one night.<br><br>And so they pulled in the parking lot, Jax turning the bike off, feeling the throb that had been his companion during this long journey fade away and disappear before glancing over to Shah and the hospital building.#<br><br><strong>"Little bigger than St. Thomas..."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>21-08-2009, 07:05:07</strong>
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				Unsalted chips are fine as long as it goes with something else on an empty stomach. Myself, enjoy eating chips with salsa or with melted American cheese. Not much of a spicy lover and how ironic for a culture based in hot sauces and spicy plates, I cannot take jalapeno's let alone even taste a few drops because of a sensitive tongue. Do not fret, the lack of spice on my tongue makes up in other ways since I somehow can enjoy sugar and find my blood sugar level to be lower than most people. I think it is because I drink a slew of water but...ohh delicious...<br><br>...<br><br>....<br><br>...<br><br>Where are we again? <br><br>Oh yes, sorry my mind became distracted by a surfer walking by with half of his wetsuit hanging off of him. Good God, San Francisco has some gorgeous men. However, it does not mean the men are straight and single. Here in San Francisco, it is a doggy-dog world in trying to find a decent relationship or a good parking spot. However because it was in a hospital, these two tired souls were able to find ones and Shah was shaking her hair around and stretching out the kinks in her muscles. Riding on a bike is more exercise than one would think especially if one is a first time rider. For Shah, she had gotten used to the stiffness in her body just as much as she got used to the fog which plagued over San Francisco in the mornings and evenings. <br><br>"The clubhouse is a bit more organized and has a day care center for the little tykes brought over to play with the other member's kids. My place is in the Sunset District near the Ocean, expensive as a motherfucker but it has three bedrooms in case Chucky or a few chapter members from around come to visit," she answered and Chucky usually visited every other day because he needed a place to hide from the bevvy of women he fucked and forgot to call back. My god, the way the man whored himself out, he could easily impregnate half of the city of San Francisco, if the women of San Francisco were not all lesbians. No, that is lie, half of the women are lesbians, a few bisexual, other bicurious and then the rare straight ones. <br><br>Shah is the few bisexual but it depends on the person who she is interested in at the time and since this is about Jax and Shah, we have her going for straight men...for now. Who knows Jax might be killed by Chucky or insulted enough by the group he went back home to bag on her progression. However, Shah would make sure no one fucked up in her presence and keep to their regular schedule, almost as if Jax was not here to evaluate and observe her. Right now, the first test of the night depended on how Chucky and Daddy D reacted to her bruises and whether or not Jax ended up in a hospital bed next to Daddy D. The group knew when to show their cards at the table and when to have a poker face. <br><br>Shah's own mask or poker face as Lady GaGa put it had been on after the torture but it needed to slip a bit to keep Daddy D from fretting even more than usual over the fate of the club and its members. Times were changing and even if the clubs changed and grew, it could just as easily fade into nothingness and become obsolete. "I noticed the hospital in Charming. Is that where Abel was born? Daddy D is on the fifth floor, I will text Chucky to get the nurse to let us in after visiting hours," she commented while pulling her iPhone out of her jacket and making her way toward the elevator. She yawned and made a comment towards Jax about his choice in either staying at the clubhouse, her place or putting him up in a hotel for the time he spent here in San Francisco. My money is on Jax staying with Shah but ever really knows what will happen with these two fucking crazy ass people. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>17-11-2009, 17:26:30</strong>
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				Here we go again. Slowly… ever so slowly… ever so fucking slowly… we’re moving this story along. And slowly… ever so slowly… I’m posting again. Jax… who has spent the last 10 odd weeks sat on his ride in a hospital parking lot will no doubt e pretty happy about that… hospitals aren’t a great place to wait at the best of times, let alone if you’re stuck outside. Let alone if you’re stuck outside while the man upstairs has the time of his life watching lions and building schools. Life’s not fair I know, I know.<br><br>So, parking lot…<br><br>Jax pulled himself to his feet stretching as well. It had been a long hard day and even the quick shower at Tara’s wasn’t enough to ease the aches and pains that were slowly creeping up on him. He was getting old. Not “old” old… but old enough that he couldn’t just shake off the tiredness. 3 years ago his body wouldn’t even be aching. Not old, but older… older and stiffer.<br><br><strong>“Yeah, St. Thomas…”</strong><br><br>Jax merely nodded as Shah spoke, stifling his own yawn as he followed her in, rubbing blurry eyes.<br><br><strong>“Don’t want to force you guys to pay for a hotel and I’d e in the way in the Clubhouse… I’ll grab a place at yours…”</strong><br><br>Don’t stop me now, I’m having such a good time… I’m having a ball…<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>17-11-2009, 18:31:54</strong>
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				Has it already been ten weeks? Damn I have been trying to get used to the move to San Francisco; funny how one author moves to the Bay at the same time time most of the drama will be in the lovely city. Most of the time I was busy with handling the new environment and the bloody new roommates. Word of advice is to live on my own or with fabulously gay men. The women here are straight bitches and seem to have a stick up their asses. Perfect people for Shah to piss off considering she managed to anger a lot of people especially Opie after what happened. Not her fault that her pussy wanted a man with too many problems to count. Still she would not regret what happened but she knew better now. No more fucking the disturbed and angry ones. Maybe should just go back to using her vibrators to keep her sexually satisfied.<br><br>Alright, now where are we in the storyline? St. Thomas and Daddy D revealing Shah is his daughter? Oh, alright. Thanks for the three minute replay. Now back to Shah texting and finding out a few bits of information from Chucky on what room Daddy D is located and the nurse who is willing to let them on through. I was distracted by trying to reply to this post on my Samsung Impression. I have T-9 but it takes a good thirty minutes to make a multi-paragraph. Still, it got the job done with this especially with Shah entered into the elevator while he waited Jax to walk on in. <br><br>Shah did not bat an eyelash to hear Jax wanted to stay at her place. "You can have one of the extra rooms I keep open to any of the members. You will have your own room, dresser, mirror and mirror to yourself. I have two bathrooms, one with the shower and toilet while the other is just the toilet. Not the Ritz but at least you will not have to see any rats or cockroaches running around in my place," she answered as she pushed the button for the fifth floor. If Jax wanted to make idle talk while in the elevator, she was down for it; if not, no skin off her nose. Still, she had to make the effort because he was on her soil and out of luck if he wanted to find the best places to eat, drink and perhaps fuck. Hell, the way things looked between Tara and him, only a matter of time before he found himself a woman who was not going to bitch the second he entered through the door or threw shoes at his head. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>19-11-2009, 22:48:11</strong>
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				<strong>“Sounds better than the spare room at the back of the Clubhouse… the pink spare room at the back of the Clubhouse…”</strong><br><br>Jax would normally have kept talking, but, to use a UK phrase, he just couldn’t e arsed. Small talk works est when one or both of the participants can actually keep their eyes open and minds working properly. Don’t get me wrong… it’s not like Jax is some zombie at this stage only just ale to stay on his feet and virtually oblivious to the world outside. When the important things start happening he’ll switch on and man up. For right now though, he was saving his batteries. The random banter that made up small talk would come with time… for now he just wanted to check on Daddy D’s condition… something Clay would no doubt interrogate him about when he got back… and pay his respects to the rest of the San Fran chapter. He leaned his head against the lift wall, eyes seeming to e lankly staring at the floor indicator. He was tired no doubt, but there was a little more to this then that. He had no illusions that he’d e popular when he first walked in the door and if they thought he was more out of it then he actually was… well, every little helps right?<br><br>Right?<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>20-11-2009, 05:38:21</strong>
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				"I am still smiling about it and you have to admit it was pretty funny," she commented as she too yawned and stretched her arms above her head. The day was catching up to her and right now she wanted more than anything to turn in to sleep. Right now, the thought of getting beneath the covers of her comforter set and letting sweet oblivion take over her was tempting as fuck. However, before she could think about a hot bath and tuck in for the night, there was the matter of talking to Daddy D and making sure he was fine and not lying to her. Daddy D had a way with trying to keep the truth of his health all to himself. He should know better than to keep things from the club especially with the ATF on all of the SoA chapters. Even he needed to know about Stahl's tactics in trying to get Shah to talk to her about what was going on with the Irish pipeline. Hell, she had no clue what was going on with the Irish pipeline since the guns seemed to have dried up on her. Maybe Jax might clear it up to her with Daddy D might wanting something to keep his mind off of his health.<br><br>"We are here," she muttered as the floors opened and she was surprised to see Chucky waiting for the two of them at the entrance. He leaned up against the wall, his lips chewing on a gum by the way he blew out a bubble and popped it with his index finger. Chucky had been wanting to see the infamous Jax Teller especially since he was on his radar for having been an accomplice to Shah's torture. Still, if Shah was able to keep the peace he was willing not to press too many questions. He nodded towards the two and commented for Jax to enjoy himself here in the beautiful city of San Francisco.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>22-11-2009, 02:32:08</strong>
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				<strong>“Funny… yeah… funny…”</strong><br><br>The sarcasm was strong in Jax’s voice, although there was no hostility in it, a point further reinforced when the eyebrow he’d raised as he spoke was replaced with a wink and the hint of that charming grin he so often used. Only a hint because, let’s face it, after the day Jax had just had it’s pretty hard to even be that cordial, let alone charming. Jax was trying hard though, even if he did feel slightly like his head was full of cotton wool. Eyes on the prize Jax… it wouldn’tb e too long till you could just happily pass out.<br><br>As they stepped out the elevator it was impossible for his eyes not to be drawn to the biker leaning against the wall… and if they weren’t the pop of the gum certainly would grab some attention. Jax couldn’t help but get the feeling he was being eyed up… and not in the crow-eater way. No, far more in the two lions staking territory way. Well, Jax would think that wouldn’t he… much better to be compared to a lion then whatever the hell else way. On a different day, in a different mood, Jax may have risen to the challenge but, for right now… he just couldn’t e fucked. Far too much like hard work.<br><br><strong>“Thanks brother… I’ll try to. You must e Chucky right?”</strong><br><br>Jax extended his hand the ghost of a smile on his lips.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>22-11-2009, 03:23:11</strong>
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				There were times she wanted to literally laugh out loud at the antics Chucky pulled especially by making himself known in Jax's presence. Shah tried her best not to smile at Chucky's own mask kept in place by sheer will alone. She could tell he wanted to say a lot more to Jax and not with words alone. Nope, he looked as if he wanted to use his fists or even the long length of dog chain he kept on himself whenever he needed to show someone a bit of respect. While she wanted to see two fighting cocks go at it (what a great image to spring into your head at this hour) what was on her agenda was Daddy D who might as well be keeping himself occupied while he waited for Shah. Damn the man for having a heart attack on the right moment especially with noticing things going a bit awkward between a few members. <br><br>"Alright Chucky time to stop kissing Jax's ass and show us the way to Daddy D's room," she answered with a small smile on her face. Chucky answered by throwing her the bird and smirking before he turned to show the two the way to the room. Giving her the finger was his way of letting her know that he heard her loud and clear. He liked to show his appreciation in different ways and by flipping the bird he was going to get a nice smack upside the head for it.<br><br>"Daddy D is waiting and he wants an update on what your time with the Mother chapter was like."<br><br>Great this was going to be wonderful and especially when she had yet to put together the best scenario. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>23-11-2009, 16:55:22</strong>
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				<strong>"Oh... ok then I guess..."</strong><br><br>Jax withdrew his hand, having been left hanging. Whatever talents Chucky and the San Fran chapter did have, hospitality and welcome didn't appear to be high on their agenda. Fuck it, Jax could do without long introductions and all that jazz anyway. Hello, nice to meet you, let's get on with it so I can get some sleep and get back to Charming as soon as fucking possile. For all the fucked up shit the Sons put him through with his personal life at least he didn't normally have to spend much time away from Charming. This... this was a little it different...<br><br>Jax followed the pair down the hall, face showing virtually nothing. If the 49ers here wanted to make an issue out of what happened in Charming then they could be his guest. He was here now and there was nothing he could do but come out guns blazing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>23-11-2009, 19:21:08</strong>
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				Shah could admit she was a bit nervous to see Daddy D. Why? Well, the man was the President of the San Francisco chapter of Sons of Anarchy and whenever shit hit the fan usually he was the one ready to face it head on. Shah wondered just how much he knew about what she went through and if Chucky had given him the blow by blow. Jesus hanging off the Cross if Daddy D took his anger out in front of Jax which would only add more problems to the imaginary list of things to cross off. Seems the list grew every few seconds especially since she needed to tell Chucky he needed to find another place to crash while Jax was in town. Hopefully, Chucky would not get his panties in a twist about the arrangement. After all, the man did have his own place of residence in Daly City.<br><br>"Daddy D is sort of out of it since the nurses came twenty minutes before you two got here to give him something to knock his ass out. It has yet to kick in all the way but it is starting to show with his frequent yawns. I think a few short conversations will be enough to get you updated and out of here within the hour," Chucky warned the two and kept his post by the front door to the hospital room. None of the members were going to take chances singing finding out the 49ers were trying to encrouch on their territory. Ever since Lamar found out about Daddy D in the hospital, he saw it as a viable chance to flood the streets of San Francisco with their pussy and marijuana. Problem with Lamar's plan was the fact San Francisco was already flooded with pussy and weed because it was known for their pussy and smoke shops. Hell, there usually was a few smoke shops on each corner of the streets and even more in the Haight and Ashbury district. Nonetheless, SAFSOA was not going to give Lamar an opening to try and sell his own half ass merchandise on the streets of San Francisco.<br><br>Just as Shah was about to introduce herself and Jax to Daddy D, Daddy D did the introductions in his own way. "Jax and Shah, stop hovering by the door and get your asses in here. Shah, let me know what is the Italian wore for love because it is giving me a hard time at my crossword," Daddy D called out as he rubbed his eyes before going back to his crossword. Whenever Daddy D went to his crossword puzzle it was always a good sign that he would not go ape shit and with the medication trying to knock his ass out, even better for Jax. "The Italian word for love is AMORE, Daddy D and Chucky was letting us know your progress, that is all," she answered as she walked in and waited for Jax to close the door. Time to enter into the lion's den. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>26-11-2009, 22:01:38</strong>
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				Jax didn't say anything to Chucky as he resumed his post... one way to never make a great first impression is to leave a brother hanging on a handshake. Oh well, fuck it. From what he'd heard Chucky was pretty protective of Shah and considering what they had put her through... not sure he'd be the happiest person in the world in his shoes. Then again, Jax actually paid attention to the initiation ritual type shit other Clus did, so if he'd sent off say Opie to get checked out he knew he'd be coming back with some bruises. Fuck knows, fuck cares, fuck gives a damn. Jax is just too tired to even make an issue of it. Daddy D wouldn't be the only fucker yawning in this room... Jax would be hard pressed not to haul D out of his bed and collapse on it himself.<br><br>Instead he just shut the door.<br><br><strong>"How ya holding up brother?"</strong><br><br>Jax nodded his head to Daddy D as he spoke, hands stufifed in jean pockets, shoulders hunching slightly. Jax wasn't a huge fan of hospitals despite the fucking age he's spent in them. When you're going there to see your nearly dead son or have another emotional rollercoaster fuckup with your supposed girlfriend. Fuck em. Fuck them, fuck this and fuck it, here we go...
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>26-11-2009, 22:57:25</strong>
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				"I am holding up just fine though I want to get out of here as soon as possible," he hinted over to Shah and waggled his eyebrows. Shah merely shook her head and crossed her arms. Daddy D was not going to fly out of this hospital without getting his full tests done and over with as well as the results brought in by the doctors. He was more important than him getting out of the hospital early to hit the bars and make sure the hookers were bringing in the money. Right now with the holidays kicking in especially Gay Pride weekend, business would be booming and the pussy would be spreading their legs faster than the eye could see to catch the money in their twats. Shah would be able to handle that part of the business this weekend considering Jax would see that part of the SAFSOA business venture. <br><br>Daddy D muttered a few Irish curses beneath his breath before he nodded at Shah. "Fine, fine but when I get out I want a full report on what went up in Charming. I did hear about the interrogation,' he stopped to look at Jax though there was no hatred in his eyes or anger just acceptance. Daddy D knew something of the like would happen considering Shah was a huge surprise to the mother chapter of SAMCRO. Shah was after all a woman and one who was gunning for the position of Sergeant at Arms. Only a matter of time before the interrogation tactics came in to make sure she was not going to talk at the first sign of pain. He knew all about pain and from the slight smudges in the make up on Shah's face, he had no doubt they did her over good. Still, business was business and it was a surprise Shah had not tried to kill or knock Jax off of his bike while riding into the City. <br><br>Shah said nothing because Daddy D knew what went on and some change. Still, it was going to come up in Church or with the other men. Already she noticed a few of the members eyeing Jax only to look back at Daddy D and the television playing in the background. Each knew when to stand down and keep their traps shut. Their group was tight along with keeping their loved ones safe from harm. "Alright, go on, get out and get some rest. You can visit me in the morning and bring me a bacon cheeseburger when you come in. I am getting bloody sick and tired of these healthy meals the nurses bring over," he commented, pushing away a salad and handing it to one of the females who hung around the club and wanted to become an old lady. Nodding, Shah glanced to Jax who looked ready to be knocked out cold into sleep.<br><br>"Come on, my place should be somewhat clean." <br><br>Time to see Shah's place and see what it boasts for Jax.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 01:59:27</strong>
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				Jax didn’t wilt from the look Daddy D gave him… although that always could have just been that he was out of it. Even beyond that though Jax wasn’t ashamed of what had happened. No, he didn’t enjoy it… no he hadn’t wanted it to happen and no no-one had told him about it until Cay and Tig were holding him down and he was trying to bite their faces off. But you didn’t sell out your home Club… even if you did think they had done wrong. And these type of things were an accepted fact of motorcycle club life. It came with the territory. Look at the Mongols. Or rather, don’t. because they’re not really around any more. You don’t check how good your officers are… both for loyalty and skills… and it can all go tits up rather quickly. So no, Jax wouldn’t wilt under that glare.<br><br>Not that is was a glare.<br><br>Jax found his respect for Daddy D growing. It took a big man to not even give a little hostility to having one of his get the tar beaten out of them. It was all too easy to give in to the immediate and obvious and start lashing out. Daddy D hadn’t done that. Add in the fact that Daddy D didn’t seem to be a stupid man… Jax wasn’t just checking Shah out (in every sense…), he was also having a good look at San Fran. This was a stack of cards and all too prone to falling down… you wanted to check your foundations. So far, outside of a slightly frosty reception, they weren’t doing too ad.<br><br><strong>“Thanks brother. Keep at the salad though… the Sons need you on your feet.”</strong><br><br>Jax nodded to Daddy D before turning to Shah.<br><br><strong>“Sure you’ve said it before but I’m fucking shagged and can barely remember my own name… how far is your place?”</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 15:42:12</strong>
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				Nope, Daddy D was not a stupid man because he had to have smarts when dealing with the different genders and personalities within his San Francisco chapter. Just because the San Francisco chapter of Sons of Anarchy opened itself to every lifestyle and gender of San Francisco did no mean they let just anybody through the front door. Prospecting took a year and even if the Prospect made it through the grueling year, there was a fifty-fifty chance the Prospect was not voted in by the club. One hundred percent of the patched in members had to vote on a Prospect and make sure to get to know the Prospect because Daddy D did not want any of his members to vote in someone they do not feel has the spine for SAFSOA. <br><br>For Shah, it was a hard and brutal Prospecting, knowing she had become the club's servant and slave. No Prospect could refuse without it coming back up in voting and discussion. To show loyalty and wanting the best for the club, Prospects went through a lot for the chance to wear the club's colors. When Shah finally slipped into her jacket with the top and bottom rocker, a shit-eating grin was on her face for the rest of the day and into the party to celebrate her member status. So many years later and she was here now, watching Daddy D beneath her lashes as he sat back in the hospital bed and waved them off. "Go on before I have the nurse kick you out," he joked though he did narrow his eyes at her hair. He never really liked the way she dyed her hair in different colors, thus stripping her of her origins of a fiery red head. She should be proud of the Irish blood running through her veins but then again he was not supposed to let her know the part of her that was his side of the family. Secrets were secrets.<br><br>Shah merely raised her hands up, "The dye will come out soon enough and plan to wear it a different color since it is Gay Pride weekend. Maybe I will have it the colors of the rainbow or just choose to wear a wig since I already fried my hair in the bathroom with the peroxide." She needed to deep condition her hair unless she wanted patches of it to become brittle and fall off like hay twigs. Nodding to Daddy D, she turned to Jax and let him know her place was a fifteen minute ride. Would he be able to last that long on his bike and not crash out? Shah had no fucking clue, but she put odds she might need to take the back roads in case he did and not to have too many witnesses about calling in the ambulance and cops to investigate. Right now, there was no way she was going to let any outsiders including the 49ers to know anymore of what was going on with SAFSOA, including the Vice President's arrival to San Francisco. She did not need anymore shit to hit the fan. Though things had ways of coming up to the surface.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>06-12-2009, 21:02:34</strong>
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				<strong>"Shah, tired, hungover... hell with one of my legs chopped off and hands tied behind my back... I'd still ride rings round you..."</strong><br><br>There wasn't any venom in Jax's voice as he spoke, and what little there could have been diffused by an obvious and noticeable wink. That didn't mean the sentiment wasn't true. Jax had been a biker since the time he could walk... and probably was riding around before that, even if he wasn't quite sure how. Jax wasn't a fan of riding when not in near peak physical condition... after what happened to his pa Jax was always going to pay attention to keeping his arse alive when riding, but there was a difference etween "a bit tired" and "so tired your ass is going to crash your bike in the next 15 mins"... and Jax was the right side of that divide. Don't ask him to do complicated math prolems, to have the best connection between his mouth and his brain or even know the answers to some simple questions... but the saying "he could ride in his sleep" was pretty much the truth with Charming's No.1 Son.<br><br><strong>"And don't get any ideas aout doing anything to my hair... do you know she painted pretty much all my shit pink?"</strong><br><br>The last was an aside to Daddy D, said with a laugh and the expectation that she'd proaly pulled something like this in the past.<br><br><strong>"So, shall we get to your place then?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>06-12-2009, 22:44:40</strong>
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				"Sorry to say Jax but you are not the first person to have their room turned into a whole room pink. The first was Ron over here but she had all the time in the world to even make stencils of ponies and mermaids to go with the pretty pink room," Daddy D pointed to Ron in the corner who had the unlucky fortune to be pranked by Shah for April Fools Day after he had managed to shave off her eyebrows the morning of; took a good few months to grow her eyebrows back and during that time Shah went the chola route and penciled in her brows. Sometimes when she was in a joking mood she asked one of the drag queens to give her the high eyebrows that looked as if she saw a rat. When Daddy D had seen it, he almost spat his Irish coffee while Chucky broke down into laughter. Hey, Shah could take being ribbed and the butt of a few jokes.<br><br>Shah smirked at the recollection and shrugged her shoulders before she put a hand to her forehead. Even now the hair grew in various patches and she went to an Indian to thread her eyebrows. Damn Ron for fucking with her after hitting the bottle a little too much. Her suspicions were still that Ron had Chucky get her to drink more than she should have the night before. Nonetheless, she turned to Jax and his comments about riding around her in circles. Giving her goodbyes to everyone she made her way down the same way she came to see Daddy D. Now knowing he was fine and protected by the rest of the members all Shah had to deal with now was keeping Jax rested and alive. After that she could give two shits.<br><br>However, getting back to her place and actually having Jax in her humble abode was a bit unnerving. Made her nervous because he could very well sneak about and find a few things she was not fond of showing anyone else. Maybe she could distract him with the Wii Chucky brought over to use whenever he wanted to play a few games with her. On that note, Shah told Chucky he needed to find a girl who would be willing to let him sleep at her house for a few days while Jax was in town.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>08-12-2009, 00:44:22</strong>
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				Jax chuckled and nodded to Ron, teeth glinting slightly in the hospital lighting.<br><br><strong>"I feel your pain brother."</strong><br><br>Another chuckle before he turned on his heel a wave of goodye to those pulling the night shift for Daddy D and trotted out after Shah. Trot is actually a fairly good description of what he did, an almost rolling gait as he followed in her footsteps back the way they had come, through the clinical whiteness that was a hospital, the almost hostile anti-septic nature and oppressing light. Let me tell you this... the harsh strip lighting does nothing for someone who really just wants to get to sleep, the light seeming to bore in to a hole just ehind your eyes, lingering there, a constant irritation. Jax couldn't be happier when the pair left the hospital and finally got back on their bikes, ready to let Shah lead the way to her humble abode.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>09-12-2009, 04:57:08</strong>
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				Ron placed a hand over his heart before waving the pair off. He turned to look at Daddy D who was busy once more with the crossword puzzle. Right now, all he knew was that Shah was safe, back in San Francisco (for however long she needed to be here to handle business) and he wanted a damn cheeseburger. Though with the nurses up his ass it would take him getting out of the hospital before he had his sights on a chili cheeseburger and extra, salty french fries. Maybe he could get one of the Prospects to make a run to Nations and try to sneak it to him when everyone else was knocked out asleep. For now, he just relaxed and let Shah take care of good old Jax and hoped the male did not wake up in the Bay on a floating raft. This is what Marcos did to another member when he found out his room had been stained with deer urine. It took two weeks and a professional cleaning crew to get rid of the smell. Daddy D only hoped another incident like that would not happen with Jax watching their every move.<br><br>Downstairs, Shah hopped onto the loaner bike, feeling as if she was cheating on her true bike with a cheap hussy. Over the hum of the bikes, she gave the directions to Jax but would show him the way on her own bike. It was only a short ride over to the Sunset District. Right now with the cool weather, the breeze would hit the neighborhoods near the beach and already the party for Gay Pride would start up. Gay Pride was the most lucrative other than the festivals considering people from all around the United States along with anyone outside of the North America. Hell, she met a gay Irish couple who came all the way for the weekend event. As she headed out into the back streets the sound of partying and rejoicing could be heard a few blocks down in preparation for the weekend. She had one day to get everyone ready before the weekend began and their pockets were lined with money. For Shah, she wanted Jax to be lined with good feelings about her position as Sergeant and by getting him to have a good night's sleep was on her list.<br><br>"We are here," she called out as she headed down one lighted street to the rows of houses. Hers was the brick house with no plants in front.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 16:37:14</strong>
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				Normally Jax would be full of thoughts and ideas as he took the ride. I mean, that was half the point. When a persons company was the roar of the engine, the wind in his face and themselves you couldn’t help but think, couldn’t help but consider what was going on. Jax would ride and think… think about how he didn’t really want to be here but he’d do the job to the best of his ability anyway, think about his kid, about Tara and about Wendy, think about how the Sons were changing and whether he liked the changes. Hell, he’d think about Shah, about Gay Pride and how he’d deal with it, about whether someone was going to stick a knife in his back at some stage… he’d think about all that shit.<br><br>But, thinking about all that shit when your eyes were already heavy and you could virtually see the sheep as they jumped over your head? Not a good idea. So instead of thinking Jax buckled down, kept his eyes of the road and tried not to think about too much at all.<br><br>And then they were there.<br><br>Jax pulled off his helmet, tired eyes running over the building, stifling a yawn.<br><br><strong>“Doesn’t look too bad… better than my joint anyway…”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>13-12-2009, 06:19:35</strong>
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				"Of course, because my house is not pink unlike your current room at the club house," she joked as Shah opened the gate to her two bedroom place in Sunset District. There was a small brick staircase to go up before she found her keys and let Jax inside the House of Shah. Shah shrugged out of her jacket and placed it over the couch she picked up at a swap meet. Most of the items she bought in or around San Francisco to give the place her own vibe. There was one thing she did splurge on and it was her king sized bed with a down comforter and sheets of Egyptian cotton. For Shah, she adored sleep and wanted to give herself any and every opportunity to catch a few hours of sleep. Right now, it was vital to be rested for the weekend events and with Jax around. No use to be half awake and unable to show Jax a good time in San Francisco.<br><br>Walking around, she pointed out the kitchen, living room, the bathroom on the right, the guest rooms to the left and her own bedroom down the hallway. Shah put money Jax could give a shit about the whole house tour and might like to drop himself off to sleep. Like a good hostess, she headed to one of the closets in the hallway to pull out an extra pillow and two blankets to place on the made bed. "Here you go, there is a small tv in there in case you cannot get to sleep and extra towels in the closet if you want to take a shower. Night," she answered, giving him a salute before she made her own way to the bathroom. Since, Jax had practically seen her naked through the torture, she had no problem dropping trou and removing her shirt to leave it on the floor to get to the bathroom. Right now, she was in the mood for a hot shower to remove the grime and dirt of today. After her shower, she planned to read a bit in the living room to get a head start on the book she needed to critique before the weekend started. Nothing like the life of an Daughter of Anarchy reading and sipping iced tea. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>15-12-2009, 16:42:02</strong>
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				<strong>“Pinks in this time of year though right?”</strong><br><br>Moments like this are when the character is meant to pause an examine the whole room, looking at the telltale signs of the occupants life. To see the little details that reveal some previously hidden aspect of their character, something you never would have seen or noticed before… perhaps something that shows a complete contrast to how you normally see them. The jock with the complete works of Damacius and Hesiod… all those clichés that come to fruition. You are meant to wander slowly around, noticing ever small item.<br><br>Fuck that… Jax was tired.<br><br>When Shah’s clothes would start to come off Jax was meant to stop and stare… undetected of course, but staring regardless. The cold asexual nature of her torture… combined with the feral anger and impotent rage Jax had felt as soon as the ruse was revealed to him… that had meant he could never have looked at Shah’s naked body like that when she was tied and bound. Now, he was meant to feel his eyes drawn along her curves, across her thighs… the first signs of real attraction between the two, a hint of what was to come.<br><br>Let me give you a hint…<br><br>Men sometimes tell the truth when they say “I’m too tired”.<br><br>And fuck… Jax was tired.<br><br>A yawn, the quickest of tours, a mumbled good night and Jax was straight for the guest bed. Barely had his boots and clothes come off and he was face down on the bed, already dreaming of the better days that await. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>15-12-2009, 19:14:21</strong>
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				Maybe it is the movies or the stories read about that one's home is opposite to what the person is looked at in society. A hard core prisoner might come home to a frilly house with doilies and white carpet (where he then asks for his guests to remove their shoes or wear the flip flop's he has on hand to borrow). For Shah, she did not find it abnormal to find paintings of matadors and naked men hanging on her walls because these items were gifts given to her by a few Francisco friends. The matador came from an ex Spanish lover who wanted to give a going away present before he went back to his homeland of Spain. Shah did appreciate the look of the Matador (http://www.artprivateview.com/images/Images_Product/Fullsize/Gaillard%20-%20Hoja%20-%20large.jpg) in his green suit with the jewelry sewn into the material of the jacket and pants. One of these days, she promised herself to visit a bull fight and watch the matadors move this way and that way to get away from the deadly horns of the bull. <br><br>Once she divulged herself of the last piece of clothing, she entered into the bathroom and shut it closed behind her. This time, she locked the door with a twist of the small lock embedded into the door knob. Not to say Jax would try anything because as far as she saw he was ready for bawling sheep and a bed beneath him but she needed to be careful this weekend. With the Gay Pride events, 49ers could easily slip into the crowds and start to throw their drugs around to the crowd. Right now it was easy to find alcohol and drugs because it aided in the GLBT community to get their men in bed with no exhibitions and a hard on that could go on all night long. She bet the Viagra company would make millions this weekend by giving away two free Viagra's but charging for more when the customer wanted a few more pills to keep him hard for the next few days. It was normal to see naked men and women running around in San Francisco, in fact, the police looked the other way which was another problem if the 49ers slipped in under the police's radar.<br><br>As she finished off her shower and wrapped a fluffy towel around herself and her hair, Shah took a look at herself in the semi-fogged mirror. She rubbed her hands over the mirror to clear it up and winced to see the green bruising beneath her skin. Not as bad as the first day but it would need to be covered up with make up and the bruises on her ribs still hurt like a bitch. She was not gasping and wheezing like before but once the weekend was over, a trip to the doctor was in store for her. Out of the bathroom and into her own bedroom she went to change into pajama bottoms and a white beater. Once she was done changing, Shah's attention turned to Jax in the guest bedroom. Would he be open to what was going on this weekend or find it problematic and bring it back to the mother chapter? Clearing her head of such doubts, Shah positioned herself on the couch to crack the book open and read it until sleep over came her. Just the way to end the day. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>16-12-2009, 13:52:14</strong>
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				Snore…<br><br>Snore…<br><br>Snore…<br><br>Ok, ok, Jax didn’t snore, but the word kind exemplifies the complete and utter state of passed-the-fuck-out’ness he was going through. Hey, we all need our beauty sleep and Jax was no spring chicken. You offer him a bed in the state he’s in and he’ll be out cold the moment his head hits the pillow. Was it really only earlier that day Jax and Shah had been playing around with the Mongols? Yes… it was… long day. Long, long fucking day.<br><br>Now, we’ve already discussed the cliché of the house that reveals hidden parts of a character, so it’s time for the next… the joys of sleeping. You know, in the written word it’s often rare for a character to, you know, just get a good nights rest. Every sleeping hour is filled with dreams, visions, flashbacks, all the jazz that can hint or indicate what’s going to happen… or what the past was like. It’s not bad you know… it’s a decent dramatic device. Hell I’m sure at a weak moment I’ll slip one in somewhere.<br><br>But once again, Jax won’t comply. Not only does he have the impertinence to not examine every nook and cranny of Shah’s apartment so this writer can pick up on a small detail and gush about it, he also manages to sleep without a dream, vision or flashback. Perhaps he just doesn’t dream or… more likely… you spend a day doing as much fucked up shit as Jax has had to and your imagination doesn’t need to kick into life once the lights go out. No sir, Jax was sleeping like a baby… a baby that doesn’t dream.<br><br>Snore…<br><br>Snore…<br><br>Snore…<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>18-12-2009, 15:38:31</strong>
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				Nice on the snoring bit. Shah was not snoring but instead finalizing what she wanted to saw in the margins of the book before she went off to bed. She made sure to check all the locks and windows, stopping at Jax's room. For the next few days, Jax was going to occupy the place and she leaned in hoping to listen to him on the phone or perhaps watching television. All she heard was him snoring his ass off. Smiling, she scratched the back of her head and headed off to her own bedroom. Not being stupid, she locked the door and placed one of her chairs beneath the door knob, making sure it was secure before she hopped into bed. Seems everything was winding down now and it was time for Shah to take her ass on to Dream Land. She did not call it Dream Land though whenever she did end up falling asleep, there in Dream Land she ended up for the next few hours while the hours passed. Hopefully, she would dream of being a sunny beach while a cabana boy plied her with drinks and food. Did she take her vitamin pill?<br><br>Looking around, Shah waved away the thought as she yawned and laid her head down on the pillow. Mmm, sleep was nice. Sleep was what she needed and sleep is what she received. All she dreamed about was chocolate, a nice tropical beach and Jax? Wait. Hold up. Why the fuck was Jax in her dreams? In swim trunks and smiling at her as if he was really glad to see her. The weird part was the dream Jax coming over to kiss her on the lips as if he had the right to kiss her in front of anyone. Hell, even his comment said beneath his breath of <em>Hello, wife</em>, scared Shah enough to wake her up from her sleep. Sweat drenched the sides of the forehead and her heart felt as if it was running at top speed. What the fuck was up with that? Shah had no clue but the one who is writing this post knew what was coming around for Shah and Jax just as much as the male counterpart who wrote up Jax's post knew.<br><br>To sleep, perchance to dream did not seem to be in Shah's sights now. She wanted to know why Jax ended up in her dreams. He had not been in her dreams the past few days. Not even in the nightmares she had whenever she let her guard down. To keep herself to fall deep into sleep and perhaps escape anymore dreams of Jax, she slipped herself a sleeping pill to keep her down for the count. She only took sleeping pills when it was necessary and always bought the non-habit forming ones. Just because a few people in their club was hooked on drugs and alcohol did not mean she needed to be part of that particular club as well. Already she saw what happened to their former Sergeant at Arms when he let his drug habit get the best of him and look where it got him? A marked tombstone. Such a damn fucking shame. What was not a shame was Shah being able to rest thirty minutes later when the sleeping pill took its effect. Her last thoughts was of hoping not to dream of the fucked up beach scene with Jax. Damn it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>18-12-2009, 21:58:37</strong>
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				Oi!<br><br>I already said Jax didn’t snore. He didn’t even do that heavy breathing thing that people claim isn’t snoring but is just as fucking annoying. But seriously, Jax wasn’t snoring. He was just sleeping… well, like a very tired man (who wasn’t snoring) would sleep. As mentioned before, I wish I could go into some deep and erotic dream he’d had about Shah, but it seemed our heroine has a far better imagination than Jax did. No, his sleep was dreamless, deep and pretty fucking needed.<br><br>Now, he may not have snored, but as the sun started to break through the curtains that he’d never really bothered to draw, Jax did start yawning. He hadn’t slept as long as perhaps he should, but it didn’t matter. Despite his limited performance for the last few hours Jax could operate on only a few hours sleep. Yes, he was a man and yes he liked long lie-ins… preferably followed by a butty filled with some grease-filled obscenity to cholesterol and government health warnings… but he could just as well get y on 4 or so hours. Needs must and all that jazz. I feel like I say that a lot. Oh well.<br><br>Yawn,<br><br>Yawn,<br><br>Yawn,<br><br>Jax stretched, grunting as he started to wake, rolling over in bed and disentangling himself from the sheets that had wrapped round him during the night. Another yawn as he dragged himself to a sitting position. Instinctively he fished in his pocket to find a smoke, before putting it aside. Not the best of manners to start smoking in someone else’s place. Not really an issue back in Charming where everyone smoked, but here… not so easy a step to take. Stretching once again he wandered out into the main room.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>20-12-2009, 02:26:04</strong>
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				Haha, look at him getting up in arms because I accidentally forgot Jax was not snoring. Maybe next time, I should write about Jax talking in his sleep about how he wants a pony or even a dick in his ass. Still, I do apologize for not remembering that Jax was NOT snoring nor was he ever snoring. Now, while Jax was getting his ass up from sleep, Shah was managing to drag herself from her sleeping pill fog. It took a few blinks and even a smack across the face with her own hand to wake Shah up from her stupor and it was time for business. All she knew that she had to get on her list for the morning was to change, make breakfast and check up on Jax. Right now, the item on her list which was the most important was making breakfast and she could care less the state in which her sleeping wear turned out. Her shorts were a bit high on her ass and at least the long shirt could cover up that mistake but right now waffles and maybe coffee could help her get ready for the day.<br><br>Shuffling out of her bedroom in her slippers, she stretched and yawned. Only when did she feel a few pops in her back and the hiss of her knee cap did Shah feel like a new woman today. Her eyes looked up to see Jax heading out of the guest room. Maybe he would want some breakfast too but she was in no mood to cater to him right now. Once she had her breakfast, then maybe she could make something for him. However, she had to be nice for the sake of the club and her own position to grab Sergeant at Arms. Clearing her throat, Shah asked Jax what he wanted to eat for this morning. "I think I have pancake mix, waffles in the freezer and some orange juice and milk from my shopping trip into Japan Town a few days ago. No clue if Chucky cleaned me out while I was away," she commented as she pulled her hair back into a messy ponytail.<br><br>Never had she made breakfast for anyone but Chucky. Even with Chucky, she had the bastard help her out with cracking a few eggs and pouring the milk in to make the pancake batter. She was not a domestic female but knew her way around the kitchen when she grew sick and tired of eating take out. Only so much could she take of chow-mein before she wanted to retch at the smell. Shah even remembered eating pizza every day she had to stay away from it for a few weeks before letting herself enjoy a slice on Fisherman's Wharf. "Just let me know what you want and from the ingredients I have, I can try to make it," she answered as she opened the door to her fridge and popped her head in to take a look. Not a bad spread.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>21-12-2009, 19:13:45</strong>
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				It’s ok… I forgive you…<br><br>Jax yawned and nodded to Shah as she spoke, wandering round to the kitchen behind her, glancing over her shoulder into the fridge, stifling yet another yawn. He was a man ok, yawning in the morning was one of his (few) natural rights.<br><br><strong>“Hey, I’m not that bothered about breakfast. If you’ve got some fruit I’ll have that otherwise I’ll just grab a glass of juice and a coffee or something. Nah, I was going to ask, you mind if I light up in here or you want me to wander outside? An er… what’s the plan for the day?”</strong><br><br>Jax rued one of his eyes and ran his hand over his jawline, feeling the stule growing there. Maye he should grow a eard. He was feeling like he should… he hadn’t had one in a while and changing facial hair was one of his little treats to himself.<br><br><strong>“Sleep well?”</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>21-12-2009, 19:39:05</strong>
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				Thank you and any holiday plans for this coming week? What? Just making conversation before getting into the storyline readers. Come on, it would not be bad to be friendly with a writing partner especially since I have talked only a few words to him since he got back from Kenya. Now, where were we? Oh yes, both Shah and Jax awake and hungry. Well, Shah is hungry while Jax wants his morning smoke.<br><br>There was nothing wrong with yawning. In fact, yawning around another person made them yawn as well. With Jax yawning, Shah's own jaw opened and she yawned before covering her mouth. Damn, those sleeping pills really knocked the shit out of her. While she felt more energetic and ready to start the day of having to finalize the order in which their group would be in the parade, her body was acting up again. She could feel the tension in her shoulders and her lower back was killing her. Shah put the lower back to riding on a bike that was not customized for her. Already, she was starting to get feeling back in her ass. What material did SAMCRO use on their bikes because it felt as if there was a piece of steel under the seat of the bike as she rode around on it. At least, her own bike would be used this weekend and she planned to bring it back to Charming with her. <br><br><em>Nah, I was going to ask, you mind if I light up in here or you want me to wander outside? An er… what’s the plan for the day?”</em><br><br>While the clubhouse, anything could go with smoking a cigarette or lighting up a bong in the living room, for Shah's place she wanted to keep it from smelling of burnt cigars and piss. She pointed towards the balcony down the hall for Jax to light up outside. As far as she knew about San Francisco weather, it would be a slightly cold in the morning but heat up as the day went by; however, considering she lived near the beach, the weather might just be cool for the rest of the day. "Take it outside and there is an ashtray on the floor to put out your cigarettes," she explained as she pulled out a carton of orange juice, a small fruit plate and the ingredients needed to make her fluffy pancakes. Now, if she could remember whether or not she had a bag of chocolate chips in her pantry, she could make her pancakes into chocolate chip and bust out her need for chocolate all in one. Yes, chocolate was an important source for this female, back off.<br><br>"The plan is to shower, change and get ready to go over to the club house. There are plans to finalize what is going to go down this weekend for Gay Pride. I have one group who will be in charge of dealing the pussy and cock to the tourists. Another group will be making sure the 09ers do not show up through the Golden Gate, Bay Bridge or the San Mateo but since we have a few friends on the toll booths, they will give us a call if a bunch of bikers who are not SAFSOA are coming into the Bay. A few other groups are in charge of parties, accessories and I am in charge of lining up the bikes for the Parade and keeping you happy for the weekend," she said in a few breaths as she poured milk in the yellow tupper ware before she batted the material with a spatula. Looks at Shah being a domestic female. Damn, I need a camera to photograph this moment. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>24-12-2009, 00:24:02</strong>
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				Sorry it’s taken a while for me to get back to you… the muse seems to have taken a slight detour and is already ¾ of the way through the festive ale. And I have a lot of festive ale to get through. No massive plans really… just a Christmas at home with the family… going out and getting trashed on Christmas Eve and then recovering by the time the New Year pissup kicks off. Pretty much just going to stuff my face and laze about. There’s the Queen’s Speech to look forward to… that’s always/never fun. Christmas TV’s pretty crappy these days… sure there’s a Dr Who that’s normally ok and occasionally they fit in a good movie… but on the whole it’s not a match on the old classics; Morecambe and Wise, Two Ronnie’s, Only Fool’s and Horses… hell, even Porridge. We are getting closer to Great Fat Quiz of the Year and that’s normally a laugh… especially if Goth Detectives rock up.<br><br>Lost you yet?<br><br>Someone who doesn’t have an encyclopaedic knowledge of UK festive TV and thus would e completely lost (even he even gave a shit to begin with) was Jax. Jax didn’t know much when it came to festive TV, let alone UK festive TV and, to cut the guy a little break, it was the completely wrong time of year in his neck of the woods. No, Jax was a good couple of months away from carol singing. Instead he was only a few hours away from an explosion of pink, drag queens, assless chaps and Elton John songs. And he was seconds away from his morning smoke.<br><br>Oh, and on the SAMCRO bike thing… the bikes are set up that way because all of them are hardarses.<br><br>You see what I did there?<br><br>Ha, ha, ha.<br><br><strong>“Sounds like a plan.”</strong><br><br>Jax winked and loped towards the balcony. Still in his boxers the cool air rushed over his body, a slight tingling in his nipples as they protested. Screw them really… it helped Jax wake up just that little it more. Admiring the view he glanced down at a passer-by who was staring at him and waved a cheerful hello, sending the person scurrying on their way. A chuckle, a flick of the lighter, a spark of flame and a small cloud of smoke as Jax drew the poison into him and Jax’s morning ritual was complete. For the next few minutes he lazed on the balcony, before finally putting the smoke out and strolling back in. He still didn’t other to really get dressed, not seeing the point if he was about to shower, grabbing an apple as his nipples thanked him for the warmth and taking a bite out of it.<br><br><strong>“So, that mean I’m riding in the parade then? I can see Juice searching for pictures of that already…”</strong><br><br>Another bite.<br><br><strong>“And er, you want first shower or shall I?”</strong><br><br>There’s Jax. Think of the practicalities.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>24-12-2009, 07:29:57</strong>
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				Well, at least your Muse is not trying to feel you up like my own is doing as I write this post. You would think the Muse would wait until I was finished with our post before he dived into my cleavage. Yes, my Muse is a he because I like to give it a hand job every now and then to keep its attention. If it was a female Muse, it might become temperamental and give me the silent treatment for days thus ruin the flow of writing up posts. Though right now I am about to hit the Muse between his ornamental balls to keep him quiet and warned not to stop me when I am in the zone. However, once I am done, I plan to get the Muse drunk and open up presents while singing Feliz Navidad in broken Spanish. Still, I plan to enjoy the next few days and just sleep in to catch up on what I had to give away for going to morning classes. Never again will I do it again unless it is under duress.<br><br>Now, I think we are getting into the meat of the plot line with the Gay Pride. Well, not to the main event but leading up to it with Shah making pancakes and setting aside a few of them for Jax to enjoy once he got back from his smoke break. While she waited for the next fluffy pancake to rise, she took the necessary vitamins to keep her body in check. With the way things were going to go this weekend, Shah needed all the energy she could muster and steal for the events. Her mind headed off towards what to do with Jax when it came to Gay Pride. From what she noticed, he was fine with the homosexuals though he had been angry to know she was a female when he did come over to San Francisco a week ago. Just to be careful, Shah would put the word out for the gays to leave Jax in peace unless they wanted problems with Shah. <br><br>Shah took a swig from her glass of orange juice and swished it around in her mouth to keep the taste of the citrus on her tongue. "Let me see what is on the radio," she muttered as she flipped on the small radio kept on the windowsill of her kitchen. From what she gathered, the Gay Pride was all over the place from the back up on all of the Bridges connecting to San Francisco and there were street parties going on around the Castro District. Castro was known for its inclusiveness of the GLBT community as well as anyone willing to join in the fun. Shah had gone down several times to Castro when she visited her hookers who waited for the nearest John or Johnette to come around for a bit of pleasure. Even now, Shah could admit to even going to Castro for the Rocky Horror Picture sing along's at midnight dressed up Magenta, Riff Raff's sister to join in on the midnight fun of singing aloud in the audience. Of course this was a few years ago before she started to get serious about SAFSOA but she still loved dressing up for those types of events.<br><br>Right now, she knew dressing up for Gay Pride was essential. Of course, during the ride it would be eccentric but tasteful to not insult SAMCRO with its outlandishness. While a few of the members wanted to wear assless chaps, she forbade anyone from wearing it along with the threat of being placed on probation if Jax saw any unbecoming behavior. Everyone had to be on their toes around Jax and watch out for any signs of disgrace or disgust emanating off of him or showing up in his face. SAFSOA was different because of its location in San Francisco but it was still judged on bringing honor to SAMCRO and not spitting on the good name. Nonetheless, she did not say the members could not at least accessorize with feather boas or the rainbow flag as long as it was tasteful and not insulting.<br><br>Shah glanced up at the sound of the balcony door shutting and Jax entering back into the kitchen. Her eyes noticed his perky nipples and chuckled. "Do not fret, you can wear your regular clothes though they are all pink and not have to show a lick of skin. You can go ahead and shower before me because I need to make a few more calls and actually find what I am going to wear for the parade other than my jacket." At the moment, she was thinking of a corset and a skirt to wear on the bike but it meant that the skirt would ride up her ass. If Jax was riding alongside her, it might be a problem but if he was riding in front then no problem but once again, Daddy D being in the hospital put a wrench in her plan. With Daddy D in the hospital, his Vice President took over which put her in the same line as Jax or maybe not if Jax went to put himself next to the Vice-President of SAFSOA chapter. Either way, she needed to find something else to wear other than the short skirt. Fuck her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>30-12-2009, 02:00:54</strong>
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				Fuck her?<br><br>Well, yes please!<br><br>Damnit, we’re still not up to that part of the rp yet?<br><br>It’s my mind getting ahead of me.<br><br>So, how were the holidays. I would say Christmas but I’ve abandoned you for so long it seems a it trite to say that. Big plans for new years?<br><br><strong>“Not show a lick of skin? You’re just worried I’ll ring an army of homosexuals home with me if I’m out there showing skin. Hell, I damn near stopped traffic just now…”</strong><br><br>Grabbing some grapes from the fruit plate he plopped them in his mouth one y one, stopping on the last where he spent an inordinate amount of time peeling the skin off it, eating that, before at last devouring the now naked grape.<br><br><strong>“And I brought some of my clothes from Wendy’s remember… so I’m not all pink. But, you know, it wouldn’t e right not to get into the spirit a little, so I guess I’ll stick on a little pink something just for you…”</strong><br><br>One of those winks, one of those charming (how appropriate) grins, and back he went to the bathroom. Jax had a quick shower… and luckily didn’t last out any renditions of Born to e Wild on our poor unsuspecting audience… before heading back to his room to get dressed. Jax had meant what he said about getting into the spirit. Yes, SAMCRO was pretty straight laced compared to their San Fran brethren and yes, stuff that went down here certainly wouldn’t go down in Charming, but fuck, it’s not like all of small town USA were raging homophobes. He felt sorry for the first openly gay prospect to rock up in Charming… he knew just how Tig and some of the others would treat them, ut fuck, if they could do the damn job it really didn’t matter if they also sucked dick. He was here to observe… and while that meant he couldn’t jump in the middle and rule the roost it didn’t mean he had to sit in the corner like a fucking lemon not getting involved in any of it. So while the baggy blue jeans and white sneakers were standard, as was the lack hoody and his cut, he really didn’t give a shit that the t-shirt was outrageously pink. Hell, truth e told he thought he looked quite fetching.<br><br>So, showered, dressed and nicotined up, he returned to the kitchen where an apple was subjected to his hungers. Glancing to Shah… assuming she was still around… he gave a slight chuckle.<br><br><strong>“So, what do ya think? And you know… I was thinking about it in the shower… I think you’d make a large percentage of the population happy if you did just go out in your jacket…”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>30-12-2009, 03:04:59</strong>
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				Go ahead, well, not right now. You can fuck her in another few pages. Do not fret, even I have been fantasizing about the various acts Shah and Jax can get to in several places. Hell, even now I am imagining the two of them on the kitchen table and rocking it until the legs break off. See, this is what happens when the game starts to slow down. I am already writing up stories in my head without your permission and Godmodding the hell out of Jax. Poor Jax. He never wanted to be caught dead in a pair of thong underwear but this is what happens when the story slows. Though I will say it is also my fault for enjoying Christmas and pondering whether or not it will rain for the party being held for New Years. Really, I am not excited about New Year's since I have been too tired to really stay up late without crashing a few seconds later of tiredness. Poor Muse, I really overworked him the past few days with the lube and strap on.<br><br>Nonetheless, enough of the perverted things I have done to Muse and back to Shah not batting an eyelash at Jax's comment on his own allure. Sure, there would be men who would like to see him without his clothes on but he might regret it later when his ass shows up on Guys Gone Wild (http://www.guysgonewild.com/) or Kink.Com (http://www.kink.com/) where he gets asked to be fucked by a female in the ass or by another guy in a oil wrestling match. Now, Shah had no problem at all in seeing Jax win the oil wrestling fight but there were doubts about Jax actually fuck the guy in the ass. Maybe he would do it if he wore a mask because there were a few performers on the camera who were given the option to fuck with a mask to cover their true identities. <br><br>If Jax ever did look up the website and went back a few years, he might be able to find the video featuring a one miss Shah O'Hara. However, Shah, went by a different name to keep it hidden, wore a mask and had straightened her hair for the shoot. Still, if one knew Shah's body and the tattoos she had before being patched into the club one could put two and two together to find out Shah had a dirty little secret. Only a few people knew and even then Shah made sure to keep her face from being shown on camera. She had done it to pay off a few debts she incurred from getting loans for her schooling. The adult shoot consisted of two females and a male doing a three way. Shah could admit she was not proud because of little she was paid at the time and having to go without a condom which made it that much worse if the male and female lied about their sexual health status (Shah was fine after she went to the clinic to get checked out). <br><br>Since she was now in SAFSOA, she had the money and the means to make sure the damn video never came back up to be used as anything but a video men and women wanked off too. With a bit of digital imaging, the half-mask became a full mask and her voice was dubbed over with another female's voice. Still, there was always the risk of being found out as a one-time porn star but as of yet no one had found her infamous video and she planned to keep it that way. "I rather you wear all pink but a little pink will do," she muttered beneath her breath while Shah watched Jax make his way towards the bathroom. Once he was inside, she finished up with making breakfast and made another phone call to check in on the status of Daddy D. So far, Daddy D was going to have to sit out riding out on the parade and to be on bed rest for the two weeks before going in biweekly for heart check up's. <br><br>"Such a damn shame." It was considering the line up needed to be changed fast for the parade. Jax would be put next to SAFSOA's own Vice-President but considering Jax was from the mother chapter it was whether or not he wanted to ride first or next to the other Vice which plagued Shah. Might as well ask him when he gets out of the shower. Best to ask the man himself rather than assume and make a big, great ass out of herself if she got it wrong. Speaking of asses, she had to get her outfit together and quick. What the fuck would she wear out on the rides? What she really wanted to wear was the skirt or perhaps even the rainbow boy shorts, boots, pasties and her cut but that was not going to fly with Jax and his watchful eyes on what SAFSOA did here in the City. Damn and she really wanted to wear the pasties. Too bad.<br><br>Not too bad after all when she looked up from cutting and stuffing the first of the pancakes into her mouth at Jax's words. "Mmm, if you wear a rainbow bandanna or at least put it around your bike it might help. Just makes you look metrosexual with the pink shirt and not really that you are supporting the queer community," she answered after she swallowed her pancakes down with a glass of cold milk. She had to comment carefully because who knows if Jax is trying to bait her into saying the wrong thing. He might be completely joking about just wearing the cut and she had to play like it was a joke as well until he revealed his own cards. "Really now? You missed out because I went out in <em>just</em> a Property of jacket when I was dating one of the members in SAFSOA. Not that really turned some heads but I doubt I can do it now with you around," she joked before she took another bite of her fluffy pancakes. Still, if Jax was serious and he was willing to look the other way, SAFSOA members would appreciate him even more. <br><br>Raise your hand if you like women showing their breasts? I do. What about Shah's? We shall see if the other writer does not clonk out on us, ladies and gents.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>03-01-2010, 00:29:18</strong>
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				Jesus Kink.com has expanded since I last checked it. I remember the days when it was just hogtied, sexandsubmission and wiredpussy. It’s like seeing an old friend doing well for themselves… makes you feel kinda proud. I mean, Kink pretty much has every bdsm type fetish covered. Someone’s got to e making some serious bank at the end of it. Even if you can find half their scenes on unscrupulous video hosting and downloading sites… and the little chat they had at the end where they discuss the scene was always cheesy as hell.<br><br>But, my near encyclopaedic knowledge of porn sites aside, Jax doesn’t have that. Sure he was part of SAMCRO and as you can imagine there’s a pretty fucking large amount of porn that gets passed round there. But there’s a difference between ogling a pair of tits in some ratty mag Tig’s passed round or even Juice telling everyone to run over and stare at the screen while he plays some messed up Euro or Japanese porn he just found on the internet and actually knowing every little detail about the multitude of options available to the online pervert. No Jax had no idea what the hell Kink.com was and he had no idea that Shah may have once taken part in a porn film. Jax had a pretty decent collection of home video of his own exploits but none of that was for public consumption.<br><br><strong>“I guess I’ll have to grab something rainbow patterned off one of you peeps.”</strong><br><br>Another bite of the apple, a satisfying crunch as he felt his teeth sink into it.<br><br><strong>“Listen, don’t let me e a drag on your dressing up. I know you’re going to want everyone to e on best behaviour for me and all that shit, ut this only works if you actually act like yourself. Act like you normally act… and if that means you wander around with your tits on display, all power to ya girl.”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>03-01-2010, 04:48:37</strong>
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				Eh, Kink.com is something else but it has gotten to be a bit too much over the past year. One thing for it to be hogtying females or even have oil wrestling for males but when it became to being fucked by powered cocks or pissed on by people for the pleasure it loses its originality. There are other websites devoted to golden showers but it should keep to what it made its money on but what did Shah know? All she knew was to get a cut of the profits and invest in their stock to bring a little extra money to the club and the mother chapter. However, the chat at the end is not bad but a few of those models nowadays look as if they need a paper back over their heads less they want to break the expensive camera. <br><br>If Jax wanted to add more rainbow to his outfit, Shah thought about what he could add. Shah had a few rainbow inspired shirts and items for Jax to wear. In fact, she looked towards the hallway and remembered a pair of old Ray Ban glasses painted to look like the rainbow. Since the first time she met Jax, she remembered his pension for wearing Ray Ban Wayfarer sunglasses. Why not bust out in a pair painted to look like the Gay Pride flag? "If you are open in the closet in the hallway if you look through one or two boxes you should find some painted Ray-Bans, maybe even other items you can pin or put on to represent the community. Plus you will look Fab-U-Less," she exaggerated on the last word and rolled her neck at the same time to make a fool out of herself. Still, it was fun to joke even if it was one time with Jax. <br><br><em>Act like you normally act… and if that means you wander around with your tits on display, all power to ya girl.</em><br><br>Shah pondered over his words as she polished off her last pancake. She wiped at the corners of her mouth and stared at Jax. When she stared, her eyes narrowed and glanced over his features. He was starting to grow the beard in and it looked as if he was painted with gold by the way the light hit the hair on his face. She had to admit he had great hair, in fact, the kind of hair a few Drag Queens in the Castro District would envy and wish they had slapped onto their bald heads. Now from the look on the rest of his face, he was serious about his comments and not fucking around with her. Well, not yet, readers. Though hopefully it will not be after Jax gets assaulted by a group of Queens at the corner of Haight and Ashbury. A smile appeared on Shah's lips of Jax receiving a drag queen name or at least making one up as he went along with the queen assault. <br><br>"Ya girl? Maybe San Francisco is already taking over you, Jax." <br><br>Well, well, Jax looked loosened up. Now how he would feel when Shah needed his male opinion on her outfit that she would wear now that he was fine with what was going on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>07-01-2010, 02:16:40</strong>
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				Nah, the Kink girls aint that bad. You want a scary thought; I remember the early days of NaughtyAmerica. It’s strange to think now that it’s one of the leading Porn 2.0 sites, but in those early days it only had about 3 sub-sites and it appeared everything was shot on a budget of around $4.50… and that included fuelling the “stars” cock… sorry coke habit. Some of those women… there aren’t words. Actually, there are words… but they’re all very tasteless and insulting. Now, I’m sure they all have great personalities and maybe… just maybe… they were someone’s cup of tea. Not for me… not for me at all. I guess it’s a real success story… NaughtyAmerica also seems to e one of the few pornsites that have managed to e successful even with the huge amount of porn you can get for free these days… I guess those crazy kids are doing something right after all.<br><br>Talking of crazy kids doing something right.<br><br><strong>“Fab-U-Less? No girlfriend… I’ll look fierce.”</strong><br><br>Now, those were words you never expected to hear coming out of Jax Teller… all around Alpha and stud of Charming’s mouth. Perhaps San Fran really can turn a man, perhaps it was the effect of Shah or perhaps it was simply Jax enjoying the fact he could act a little differently here then he could back in Charming. Fuck, maybe Clay was right when he said Jax needed some time out of the pressure cooker of Charming. Not a holiday… he’d have spent it fretting about what was going on back home, but something where he still needed to keep his mind on the job but wasn’t being confronted with all the issues that were stacking the fuck up back there.<br><br>He also took the moment to look at Shah… really look at her. Not that he was leering… fuck that, Jax was a smooth operator. Well, sometimes he was a smooth operator, but regardless he could look at someone without blatantly checking them out… especially with the way her hand wiped the corner of her mouth. Was that meant to be sexy… was it normal to find it sexy? Because damn straight Jax found it sexy… for that little picture perfect moment with the ay sun coming into the apartment it was close to beautiful. And the smile that followed it… although knowing Shah Jax thought there was a half chance she was smiling at the thought of shooting someone… regardless, it wasn’t bad. Not bad at all really.<br><br><strong>“When in Rome…”</strong><br><br>He winked with then response… something he seemed to be doing a lot of.<br><br><strong>“So, I’ll go check these shades and pins you’re raving about. I’m not going to find anything embarrassing in there that you’ve forgotten about now am I?”</strong><br><br>Another wink… and then he had turned on his heel and was walking off… planning eating her there just in case there <em>was </em> anything in there…<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>08-01-2010, 02:42:00</strong>
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				Oh God, I should not have looked up NaughtyAmerica for it just made me thankful for Kink.com. I will never regret the look for the girls on Kink and those girls on Kink actually are better looking and frequent guests on the other sub-categories of Kink. It was rare for the female and male actors to show up on the other sites but it does bring in a lot of attention as well as fans to other parts of the mega site. There was one adult actress I remembered watching who is named Phoenix. I doubt Phoenix is her real name but she frequents the sex and submission as well as the hogtied area on Kink.Com. There was even a documentary done on her and a few other adult film stars for the Women's Entertainment Channel on the Secret Lives of Women. In fact, there was even the infamous Buck Angel (http://s001.blogmatrix.net/users/hotfrm/podcasts//2008/05.04/0000/buck2.jpg) known as the first female to male adult porn star who chose not to have their vagina turned into a penis. In fact, Buck Angel wanted to keep his clit and pussy to be known as the only male with a pussy to be fucked this side of the San Fernando Valley. Just to let you know San Fernando Valley holds most of the adult film production companies. <br><br>"Oooh, girlfriend, you are definitely going to be fierce to the F-I-E-R-C-E!," Shah answered while feigning a lisp. It was hard to do it without spitting all over the place but she managed not to throw saliva around like a mangy dog. Well, at least she could write down Jax had a sense of humor and was not a stick in the mud. Even funnier to see him not look angry or upset of pulling off the comment. In fact, he looked relaxed if she could think about it for a moment. Maybe because he was away from the rest of the group and thank God above Tig did not join in for the ride for the man had already gotten on her last nerve. Just hearing stories from Daddy D especially Tig's compulsion for finding the type of women no man would want unless under the influence of drugs. She heard Tig had fucked a midget with one leg and had done a Dirty Sanchez before throwing the midget outside a window after finding out the female was really a male. That was indeed some cold blooded shit. Not the kind of person she wanted to be around here during Gay Pride weekend. Hell, he might end up getting into a bar fight and murdering a couple of people and have SoA on the map for murdering gays and lesbians. Not the press SoA should be having after the ATF failed to get the whole SAMCRO arrested. <br><br>Collecting her plates and dumping them in the sink, Shah knew Jax would find a few things in the box. Hell, there were sets of hand cuffs, boy shorts and if she remembered some pasties in the box. Of course there was colored dildos and a few photographs of her flashing the crowds while on her bike. She put faith in Jax not getting his knickers in a twist over seeing her breasts flashed to the world a year ago. Hell, he might not even glance at the photographs. Sure and this writer was born yesterday. Though at least Shah had nice breasts and the fact they were real and not fake added to the bonus of being able to flash without her breasts flopping about. "You will find," she started, turning around and expecting Jax to stick around. He was gone. Damn, she thought but maybe he was a gentleman and not confiscate the photographs but then again maybe she would not mind if he had pictures of her to carry around. Money was on it he needed to see a pair of breasts that were not always covered up in layers like the tease known as Tara. "Good luck, Jax," she muttered before heading back to her bedroom to change into her outfit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>10-01-2010, 15:40:12</strong>
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				Jax went and got the glasses, finding nothing in the box of interest outside of the shades and went straight back to Shah.<br><br>Yeah right.<br><br>Jax dived right into the closet, pulling out a few boxes and starting the process of rooting around in them, lifting viewing and discarding the routine ones. So far no incriminating items of super naughtiness, but he had faith in Shah… she’d come through for him in the end. The pasties got an appreciative smile, the handcuffs a sight widening of the eyes and to be honest, the boy shorts barely got a second look. On the other hand some of those dildos terrified Jax… some seem so covered in rotating, glowing sparkly its that they could probably just as easily end up as a prop in some sci-fi movie as in a bedroom. Hell, he imagined some porn producers combined the two already. He imagines… I know. Finally the pictures came to light.<br><br>If Jax was a gentlemen he would have had one brief look at them, realised what they were and quickly hidden them away. Alas, Jax was no gentleman… and after all he had been asked to investigate Shah thoroughly and he just wouldn’t e doing his duty he didn’t stare at these photos intensely. Honest. No, it was his job to look at every detail of those exposed breasts, to commit it to memory and, just in case it was required later, to take one of the smaller ones and put it in his back pocket. You never knew when such a thing might e required at a later date…<br><br>And there they were… a pair of shades done up all pretty and pride-like. Perfect. Well… perfect for this. Placing them upon his face, Jax stood, putting everything back in the boxes as est he could, packing them away and returning to Shah’s apartment. His host seemed to have disappeared so he contented himself with grabbing another apple from the fruit plate and settling onto one of the stools, munching away happily. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>11-01-2010, 20:03:14</strong>
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				Shah left her bedroom to seduce Jax. Jax accepted, slept with her and both lived happily every after. The end.<br><br>Sure and I won a million dollar where I plan to spend it on chocolate and ice cream. You know, not a bad dream but the story is still in Shah's house on the day of Gay Pride weekend. Right now Shah was having some trouble with tying a corset in the back. There are some women who have the ability to tie anything and everything behind their backs but Shah was not one of them. Hell, when she had to wear a bridesmaid dress when one of the members got himself married and his wife wanted a traditional wedding it had been the most embarrassing day. Shah wore a frilly orange dress that looked more like puke yellow than the 'citrus orange'. As soon as she got the dress off, she went into her cut and a pair of ripped jeans. With the corset, it was another story.<br><br>Yes, Shah indeed was having a bit of trouble with tightening the straps. If Chucky was here, he might have felt her up a bit but at least the idiot would have tightened the corset and knotted it closed. Groaning, she looked at herself in the mirror and towards the closed doorway. "Jax! Can you come in here and help me with something?," she called out. Maybe Jax could help her tie it up though did he have any experience in helping to put on women's clothing instead of ripping if right off? Oh fuck it, maybe he could do a lot better job than she was having with her hands stretching back to tighten the straps. So far, she managed a few strings but Jax had to get to work on the fishnet stockings and sliding into the leather shorts. <br><br>At least Shah was proud of her breasts because it never failed to amaze her. In fact, she used the pencil test to make sure her breasts were not starting to sag on her. Not know the pencil test? For Shah, she took an ordinary pencil, did not matter if it was a number 2 pencil but she took one and placed it beneath her breast. If the pencil did not drop beneath her breast, it meant it was time to see the plastic surgeon. However, relief came when the pencil did drop thus revealing her breasts still held perkiness and were not going to turn into a saggy scrotum anytime soon. On that note, did Jax know if his scrotum was getting saggy from all the women he fucked over the last ten years? What? Just a question to ponder over.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 16:39:10</strong>
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				Jax’s scrotum is perfectly ok thank you very much. Just because he doesn’t feel the need to prance around wondering whether a pencil would drop to the floor if held between his nuts. Seriously, women. Who the fuck worried about testing and pencils and all that dross? Slap your ass, see if that feels ok or wobbles too much and there you go. Success… sorted.<br><br>Jax frowned slightly as he heard Shah call out. Shah had always struck him as the properly independent, self reliant type of girl.&nbsp; Hell, when he first met her he was damn near certain she’d never ask him for help with anything. Perhaps things had changed or perhaps she was just in a really ad spot. Regardless, today’s superhero… Jax Tellerman… was here to come to the rescue. Up he stepped to the bedroom, drew in a breath… preparing himself for whatever evil would confront him. The door was pushed open and Jax looked in to see Shah struggling with herself. An appreciative look crossed his face and an equally appreciative whistle followed.<br><br><strong>“Is that some torture device you’re trying to fit yourself into there?”</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 23:42:20</strong>
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				Well, I slapped my ass and I am thankful it did not jiggle and wiggle for more than a second. After that, I might have booked myself an appointment with a plastic surgeon. Nah, I doubt I would considering the money for the surgery could be spent on better things. Besides, even if I get surgery it will be to fix the repair in my knees from my tiny career as a soccer player as a child. Children can be cruel especially when hungry to win the champions. One of the children 'accidentally' knocked their shoes into my knee thus popping it out of alignment and fracturing the knee. At least Shah's story of busting her knee is a lot better because she got shot rather than kicked in the knee cap. Does Jax have any injury stories to tell? <br><br>"This torture device is a black, leather corset (http://www.kaoscorsets.co.uk/FNBFLBLKLTHR.jpg) that has been good to me for many years. Now, how about you stop staring at the corset and help me into it?," she asked while pointing towards the satin laces. Shah owned the corset for two years now after having received it as a birthday gift from one of the Queens she lent money to; the Queen had repaid in full with the corset which Shah accepted. What? She liked the corset and at first it took getting used to not breathing for a few seconds, her body adjusted to the sensation. Plus, it gave her a great figure and kept her things secured and secured the look she wanted to go for. Shah wanted to be decked out in black and wear her cut with pride as she rode down Market Street. <br><br>In fact, glancing at her alarm clock the two of them needed to get their asses to the clubhouse in order to make the quick meeting set up by the Vice President. "Now that you pulled off your look, I just need you to tie me into this because my arms cannot reach that far back. We have a quick meeting to talk about the line formation and whether we are going to have any flags or people riding on the back of the motorcycles. I usually ride without a flag and I do not know if you want some chick riding on your bike. I promise to make it a real woman and not a cross dresser or transgendered female." Though she had ot laugh at the image of Half-Sack the first time he met her and having realized the women who whistled at him were in fact men. Aww, Shah did love San Francisco for its many surprises. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>23-01-2010, 02:52:57</strong>
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				God knows if Jax has any real injuries... don't want to mess about with canon here. I'm sure he does... probably a broken arm or collarbone or something after coming off his bike, he's got to have a broken nose or two from a fistfight and by god he's had some scratch marks on his back. But serious long term injuries? No real idea. I did my own knee in as well actually... blew it out during a grappling sparring session about 3 years ago. Not pleasant... started flaring up again about a week back and I could barely walk. Going down stairs required a level of willpower only matched when I turned down a pretty much guaranteed <em>good night</em> with a model. I hate exams by the way.<br><br>Regardless, Jax gave a questioning look towards Shah and the corset. Why the hell women insisted on something as impractical and apparently painful to wear as that he had no fucking idea. Jesus Christ look at the damn thing... it's just not right. The effort that went into it? Fuck. As you can imagine, Jax wasn't one for dressing up. Sure he had a suit somewhere for the court appearances he'd been in, but jeans, a t-shirt, his cut and whatever the fuck to throw on top to stay warm and he was fine. Dressing up meant he may trim his hair a little. Regardless, he went about the task he was set with what skill he had. Jax couldn't say he'd ever helped someone put a corset on, but he had dexterous fingers, skills honed in the somewhat surprising job of fixing bikes. Strings were pulled, knots were tied and soon he had Shah all trussed up.<br><br><strong>"I'm normally better at getting clothes off women..."</strong><br><br>He nodded as she spoke, a smile cracking on his lips.<br><br><strong>"Nah, leave my back free... let's give the crowd some hope right..." </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>29-01-2010, 06:36:13</strong>
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				Shah wore a few items to court whenever she went in support of fellow members or because one of her 'employees' was up on trump charges. Always, she told her hookers to ask a few questions of the John's before making sure the client was not an undercover cop. What never failed was asking the John if he knew the drag queen was an undercover cop thus blowing the cover for the John if he or she revealed themselves to the hooker. Half of the time it worked because the undercover blew their chance and walked away thus leaving the hooker to go onto a real John. Somehow Shah's hooker did not use the ruse but instead went on with the transaction and before the cross dresser knew it, he was under arrest for prostitution. Good thing the Judge was a former client of another hooker under Shah's thumb or she would have lost a good employee who brought in the average for each night. <br><br>Right now, she was not in court and she did not have to dress down her appearance. At the moment, this was Gay Pride and while the corset was going to murder her breathing for the next ten minutes, it was worth the asphyxiation. "Good thing you do not have to worry about ripping my clothes off. I do say that I feel bad for the idiot who has to remove this from me before fucking my ass," she muttered, before glancing over to Jax. Somehow, Shah had a feeling she planned to get herself fucked and done with even with Jax around to watch her and the club. Besides, he might get himself busy in the festivities that she could sneak away to get a quickie with anyone who looked good enough to screw. Turning to look back at herself in the mirror, she nodded at her appearance and wolf whistled. <br><br>"Well, you can give them hope while I make the wolves pant," she teased, putting her thumb and forefinger to squeeze her lips and make a loud whistle. Oh this was going to be a wonderful experience in the beautiful San Francisco. Question was, would Jax and Shah make it out alive?
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>10-02-2010, 23:10:28</strong>
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				Jax chuckled and stepped back, nodding along to Shah's reflection at the same time as she did. She really was a fuckable little thing in that corset... not that she wasn't fuckable all the other times, it was just the torture device put all her best assets on display. Jax felt a momentary pang of jealousy that Opie had got to tap that... it wasn't exactly a hard "secret" to work out, but immediately pushed it back. Of the two best friends Jax had always been the ladies man, the one the crow eater's flocked to and while Opie had never done badly for himself Jax was sure the burly guy must have looked at some of the talent Jax brought back and felt his own jealousy. Not that it had worked out badly for Opie... Jax had a failed marriage, a very strained childhood sweetheart romance that by the day looked more and more like it was the pair just pining for the old days and a kid who had nearly died. Opie... well... fuck. It <em>had</em> been good. And then... fuck. What a way to ruin good mood early in the day. <br><br>Not that Jax was going to let sombre thoughts spoil this day. Sure, Gay Pride may never have been on his "to do" list and fuck, was probably on his "stay the hell away from" list, but he was here now and he was going to make a day of it. Despite some of his appearance and words, Jax could adapt relatively well to new circumstances and had his own roguish charm to fall back on. There were few situations where he couldn't land on his feet in one way or another. So bring on Gay Pride and bring on Jax watching Shah work. He assumed she took on a pretty large amount of the workload for this, a fact only heightened by Daddy D's affliction and if she could run a smooth ship here with all the shit that was going on, that was a definite tick in the box. If she got him drugged and he woke up the next day next to 3 curled up drag queens and 5 snoring bears with a sore ass then it may not go so smoothly...<br><br><strong>"Don't feel that bad for the guy... after all, he <em>is</em> getting to fuck your ass..."</strong><br><br>Another chuckle and a turn as he left the room, the inevitable cigarette that would be smoked on the way already fished out of his pocket and put to his mouth. A glance back over his shoulder with a wink.<br><br><strong>"So, if I've got all the men chasing me and you've got all the lesbians chasing you, aren't the rest of the parade going to be pissed off no-one's watching them...?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>11-02-2010, 08:40:29</strong>
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				What could Shah say in Opie's defense? Opie was something different from the usual men she fooled or fucked around with; in fact, Shah could say he was a gentleman to her. Yes, the torture crap did make him look bad in her eyes but the man looked beat up about the situation. Jax, on the other hand, well, Shah would think about Jax later. Right now, she pondered over the what-if's with Opie. What if there was a certain type of man like him here in San Francisco? Shah was not delving into the forever after because with her lifestyle, best to think about next week rather than ten, twenty, thirty years from now. Nonetheless, if she was an ordinary woman who had to choose between fucking Jax or fucking Opie, she admitted Jax was the pick. However, when it came to keeping a man around for the long haul, Opie won top notch. <br><br>What? Jax so far was not showing much to Shah other than his commitment to his son and the fucked up relationship with Tara. Shah respected Jax for taking care of his infant son but the rest of his life was not one for her. Hell, already there was the thin line between keeping Jax from pissing her off today with Gay Pride in full swing. Somehow, she had the feeling Chucky was going to goad her into talking about Jax which in turn would make her angry about the damn situation again. She hated knowing that her emotions could get the best of her but it was best to lock that shit away and revel in the debauchery weekend to be had. No use in thinking about Jax. Once the weekend was over, his ass would be riding back to Charming to speak about her chances of becoming SF's Sergeant At Arms. <br><br>"True but once he gets to fuck it, I am kicking his ass off my bike and ride onto the next best thing," she teased, clicking her tongue as she walked over to her closet to grab her red wig. She planned to be proud of her red hair even if it was not truly her real hair. Damn for having to change her color for the job but that was her life. Always changing identities and doing it for the club. All for the club. In fact, as she pulled the wig on and watched Jax grab his cigarette, Shah was almost hopeful. Hopeful that things would go well and Jax was going to end up enjoying himself. If he ran off with the only straight female in San Francisco, more power to him. Best to put his dick in a woman who was not needy and bunny boiling like the bitch from Charming. Good God, when did women become so fucking needy?<br><br>"Come on, you can smoke your cigarette at the club house. We are going to be late if I wait for you to enjoy your cancer stick."<br><br>Grabbing her leather cut and silver purse, Shah managed to teeter out into the hallway in her hooker boots without breaking her neck. "Move that ass of yours for the lovely men, Jax." Welcome to San Francisco, ladies and gentleman. Sit down and enjoy the fucking Gay Pride ride.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>11-02-2010, 16:52:08</strong>
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				<strong>"I'm sure there's enough people out there who still wouldn't mind..."</strong><br><br>Whether Jax was one of those people was a whole other question. Jax followed along behind Shah, the smoke still hanging from his lips, that slight smile playing on his features.<br><br><strong>"The smoke's just a fashion accessory... adds to my roguish good looks. I'll smoke it on the way."</strong><br><br>Another chuckle, a slight laugh and he enjoyed the view presented before him as Shah tottered around on the heels.<br><strong><br>"Only if you keep moving yours for the women..."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>11-02-2010, 17:08:33</strong>
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				Unless Jax made it clear than he and Shah were going to go another year in writing without sex. I must say I am a bit proud this has been a year long thread with no sexual interactions. We have worked on building up the characters and the universe they live in but I think sooner or later these two will all into bed. Nonetheless, Shah is not seeing Jax as a male to fuck especially when there was willing men and women here in San Francisco. Still, one can never tell especially since Shah managed to make it to the other side of the house without breaking her damn neck.<br><br>"Roguish good looks? You must have good self-esteem since I do not see any good looks other than the faint lines around your mouth from smoking. Smoking does age your ass a good few years if you think about it long enough." With her one kidney, she needed to keep the appearance all was well with her health but she did worry. In fact, after this weekend, Shah had an appointment with the doctor to check on the progress of her remission. Even if the cancer was a few years back, there was the possibility of it popping up to surprise the hell out of her. <br><br>Shah shook her ass as she made it down the stairs and towards the wireless garage. "You know it Jax but be careful not to end up going to bed with a Mexican transvestite. They are infamous in stealing your wallets and even not letting you know they have AIDS." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>12-02-2010, 13:02:48</strong>
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				A year...<br><br>A year without sex...<br><br>With these characters, with these writers, who the hell thought that was going to happen? Hell, I didn't think that was going to happen. I guess Jax being written as a bit of a prick (not that Shah was that much nicer) at the start really can have long term consequences. So what milestones have we got now? I think the long longest E-Celibacy is a given, we may well not be that far off longest running thread... although I guess there must be some still beating us there... and of course longest posts. Quite a collection we've got there. I feel like we should get one of those video game achievements to put under our profiles.<br><br>*Lets off party poppers*<br><br>(And by God I'm not intentionally writing Jax as going for another year without sex)<br><br>(... Oh, and Jax does see Shah as a female to fuck... but only in the way he sees every female outside of family members and other members girls as someone to fuck...)<br><strong><br>"The lines make me look distinguished... give me a depth of character..."</strong><br><br>Jac winked again as he spoke even if it was only directed at Shah's back, following her down to the garage, strapping on his helmet and sitting on his ride, the cigarette still hanging unsmoked from his lips.<br><strong><br>"You know, I can honestly say I've never been in a situation where I've ever needed that advice. It's not exactly one of those lessons you get taught at school or find on the back of a cereal pack..."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>17-02-2010, 03:50:56</strong>
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				Yes, a year without sex Consort and no I doubt these characters are happy not to finally fall into bed with one another. Sure, these two are over the fucking moon to know that while other characters in threads belonging to the writers have sexual intercourse and multiple partners thrown about, each of them have to contend with not fucking one another. A wonderful thing since their whole story line is based on the two sleeping and possibly forming a relationship out of their fuckfest. No matter, the two can wait another year or two. Well, not really. If another year goes by, the thread might be put in the Hall of Elliquiy Fame for no sex between characters and I have no clue whether it is an honor or a shameful fate. <br><br>Nonetheless, at least I can say that I was able to build a good character and world without going balls to the walls sexual acts ten posts into a thread. Though now I am having an idea to start a second thread with the writer. Wait, let us get back to Shah who is busy with her own shit.<br><br>Right now, Shah can only think about the mental lists about what was the most important this weekend. There were a few things she could cross off with the outfits but with every new thing she managed to cross off, another fucking thing popped up. At the moment, getting Jax and herself to the club was on her list. To do that, she had to get down the stairs as slowly and gently as possible without fracturing her ankle in the shoes. The shoes were more for a devastating shock than a walking aid. Shah wanted to fear the fact she could use these shoes to kick out a few teeth and even crack a jaw. <br><br>"No, the lines make you look like an old man trying to bang the chick who just became legal, grandpa," she taunted as she straddled her bike. Shah let her hands roam over her beautiful bike and literally kissed the handles. Gone was having to ride a bike not made to her specifications. As she flipped the wireless switch for the garage door to open, Shah could only smile at Jax's get up. He was going to get it hard from the men in the neighborhood. Anyone coming into the parade was looked at like a piece of meat. For Jax, he was going to get hit on and she hoped it was embarrassing as hell. <br><br>"Just make sure to wear a condom or ask him to wear a condom when he rams your ass." <br><br>With that, Shah revved up her bicycle and let it roll down the street. Time to take in the weekend and pray Jax did not end up dead because he was not down to blow a former Navy Seal in the bathroom. One could only hope.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>28-02-2010, 21:13:41</strong>
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				Hey, at least Shah got to tap Opie. What's Jax's fix been... lying in the same bad as Tara snuggling? Now, listen, I'm a big fan of snuggling... I can snuggle with the best of them and you'll rarely if ever come across a better snuggler than me, but sometimes you just want a bit more ya know. Particularity a certain bit.<br><br>Well, anyway.<br><br>Jax followed after the tottering Shah. Kick out a few teeth? Shah could barely stand on them. She'd try a kick and next thing you know, whoops-a-daisy, she'd be going arse over head and clattering down on the ground. Hell, she'd need a zimmerframe and two full time attendants just to let her stomp on someone without rolling an ankle. No, stick to the classics Shah... heavy duty work boots. As an aside:<br><br><em>What's the difference between a hippy and/or emo and a bouncy castle?<br><br>You take your boots off before you jump up and down on a bouncy castle</em><br><br>&nbsp;;D<br><br>So Jax followed Shah slowly down the stairs, getting on his own bike much as she did... without the unnecessary kissing and cuddling. Not that Jax wouldn't do that... a bike is a very special thing, a very personal connection... but put simply, he'd been riding his all day... and night... and the day before... and the week before. Just as when you see your one true love after time apart you bring flowers, bake a cake, dress up real nice and show them the time of their lives, if you're living on top of each other for a few weeks soon you're back in your underpants, scratching your balls and hollaring for a beer and a sandwich as you watch tv, content with a 6 minute quickie during an ad break.<br><br><strong>"Ah Shah, don't you remember... my ass is exit only."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: How One Crow Found His Rose [Mar/Consortium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>28-02-2010, 22:55:30</strong>
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				Yes, Shah got to tap Opie as the other writer would say but what did it get her? Other than the good sex, a man who was emotionally stunted thanks to someone murdering his high school sweet heart. Fucking a widower is almost like playing Russian roulette with a loaded .357. It is not going to be pretty. Hell, at least Jax managed to handle being a father. How could Shah handle being a mother right now? If she was in Jax's, for one, it would be more fucking comfortable than her own heels and two, she might be able to handle a kid if she was a man.<br><br>Then again, if she was a man than this whole story of Jax and Shah would never have happened. Best to not ponder too much on it. Also, best not to wonder much about the har-har joke Consort place in his last post. Nevertheless, when I read the joke, I swear I could hear a few hippies and emo's wailing or debating the hurtful joke. Get over yourself and let Shah continued on with her storyline before she kicks a little emo in the cajones. <br><br>Shah could only smirk at his parting words as she made her way down the quiet streets. She paid a lot of money for the house knowing it was costing her an arm and a leg. However, because she was making payments, Shah expected to be able to do whatever she wanted to her house. So when she noticed a few of her new neighbors complain about how she invited people over or the way she moved about in her underwear at the house, Shah had a few choice words for the neighbors. The choice words were a veiled threat to shut their traps, a second to look away from her living room window when she was walking around (or be happy to be getting a free peep show) and for the neighbors to leave her in peace lest they wanted trouble. <br><br>The neighbors averted her gaze as she went through the usual streets to get to the club house. The club house was about ten streets away which meant going through a few busy sections. The trip was fifteen minutes, the best time in case there was trouble at the club house and everyone was needed to come out quickly. However, in her outfit, it tacked another five minutes because the heels kept slipping off her feet. By the end, Shah took her heels off at a stop sign and placed it in her lap. This was the last time she bought heels from a drag-friendly shop. The heels always came out too wide for her feet. <br><br>"Alright, this is the lovely club house. Almost like yours but cleaner and hospitable."
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