Post by Tobias Wayne on Dec 10, 2015 11:31:04 GMT -5
"Wha' the fuck are you talkin' bout Castro?" Tobias spouted out chewing his food, some food flew from his mouth with each word. They were gluttonous fools sitting under the moon light and stars behind their walled fortress. The evening was like any other canned food, deer, beer, and a few dabs of powder. The mexican, Miguel Hernandez aka Castro had started their evening subject with cartoons from his youth. Castro was the youngest at only 26 and his list of cartoons were met with raised eyebrows.
"Shit man you know," he pointed at Tobias with his spoon, "Pokemon? Digimon? Angry Beavers? They was big when I was growing up."
"Yeah in your commie shithole maybe!" Roared Kennedy with a fit of laughter. Kennedy looked nor acted anything like President Kennedy but Tobias pegged him for a old Catholic Irish turd like himself the first day they met and so he went from Patrick Mallory to Kennedy. Castro shot him the bird but Kennedy returned it with his own fat sausage stumped version of the bird.
"Fuck you Kennedy I was born and raised in America you potato picking prick," Reagan and Nixon barked with laughter when Tobias chucked his fork at Castro, "Watch it homies those be fightin' words in a normal world."
Nixon sat his food down and picked up his beer taking a deep drink before standing up, "Excuse me ladies I must pee," he said holding up peace signs on both hands. Nixon was the oldest of the crew at 50 but he was a brute if a man born and raised in Georgia on beans and cornbread. Arthur Amberson was dubbed Nixon simply for the fact his nose was so damn big! The second youngest of the group at 30 was Reagan, but he was the quietest and most loyal to Tobias. Reagan had come down with Tobias from Chicago as a aid to the gun trade, he'd pulled the trigger on the Georgia charters vice president at the same time Tobias gunned down the president. Reagan never asked questions and Tobias loved that, the Nobel and obedient servant. His real name had been Howie Knoskie.
"I don' remember none of tha' shite but oh Lord I remember Speedy Gonzalez! He was quiet tha' riot back in Chicago," Tobias murmured to no one particular but hearing about his past always riveted his crew, "Me dah' use to tune our tv 'ery Saturday so all tha' other loser kids coul' come watch while he handled the usual bizz."
He got real quiet sitting down his food and pulled out his one hitter tooter taking a big snort from the vial. It hit him quick and he burst with laughter, "Fuck tis wha' we was watchin' when those mick squares from the Chezz Crew Clan gunne' him down! Oh man I remeber th' two shots brought me righ' out of the tube and I raced down six flights o'stairs skipping the las' three ery'time until I was out the door. He had ducked behin' a big trash bin his burners poppin' back with fury," he paused for another bump, "Seein' me in the door wa' he rushed for me and bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! By the time dah' flew intah' me he was as dea' as dea' could be."
"Wayne we got a problem," it was Nixon running back, "The tribe sent a messenger and they wanted to let us know they saw a fellow with a lady in the back of his bike the other day come flying out of the Wal-Mart parking lot."
"'Nd? Whats it got to do with us?" Tobias said as he ran his hand through his salt and peppered hair. The question made Nixon shrug, "Fuck if I know but they said that was to close for comfort because they was almost exposed."
Tobias grunted and stood up his joints popped in both his knees and hips. He adjusted the piece on his side with the safety off and followed Nixon back through the club. The messenger was Kyle from the tribe, a small huddle of dopers employed by Tobias to grow food and another failed attempt at coca beans. He was biting his nails as usual acting shifty, "Look man you promised us full protection! We grow food and give all of it to you in return for said GODDAMN protection, we saw one of your biker fuck buddy's raid our store man. We need payment or something."
Tobias pulled a pack of smokes from his pocket and fired one up, "Kyle none of us haf' lef' this compound in twoh days, so how di' you see one'o'mine fuck buddys?"
Kyle gave a nervous laugh pointing to all the clubs cuts on the wall, "Oh I don't know Cocaine Wayne it could be that he was wearing that fucking patch on his back!"
It was quick and foolish but Kyle grabbed for a weapon tucked into his belt hem but both Tobias and Nixon pulled theirs so quick Kyle was dead before Nixon's third bullet tore through his throat. Tobias blew out a cloud of smoke, "This news be unsettlin' a unknown Skull in our territoy."
"Could be a fake?" Nixon weighed in as he checked the body of Kyle, "Hell could have taken it from a member too."
"Either way we findin' out get tha' boyos ready we got a biker tah find," Tobiad said with a big grin as he pinched the fire from his cigarette.
THE NEXT DAY....
The five men rode to the last known location of the bike noise they had heard but most of their path was blocked by a massive heard. They had to cut back across town to find a way back safely taking roughly an hour with all the abandoned cars but they came out a head of their unknown biker friend. During the night they hid their bikes, found a empty building adjacent to where the bike was, and camped in silence taking shifts to make sure they didn't leave too early. During the night Castro joined Tobias on his watch, "You getting any vibes?"
"Aye," Tobias replied drinking from his bottle of whiskey, "Tha' bike is way to damn familiar and it either was taken from a friend o'mine or its him."
Castro lit his own smoke, "So what we gunna do?"
"We is goin' tah' follow 'im lad," Tobias said spitting onto the floor. If it was who he thought it was then he was happy, Charles and him had always been friends with Tobias being the first ti back Charles patch in, but if it wasn't nothing more than an imposter....
God help him if he'd hurt his good friend, cause God forgives Skulls don't.
"Shit man you know," he pointed at Tobias with his spoon, "Pokemon? Digimon? Angry Beavers? They was big when I was growing up."
"Yeah in your commie shithole maybe!" Roared Kennedy with a fit of laughter. Kennedy looked nor acted anything like President Kennedy but Tobias pegged him for a old Catholic Irish turd like himself the first day they met and so he went from Patrick Mallory to Kennedy. Castro shot him the bird but Kennedy returned it with his own fat sausage stumped version of the bird.
"Fuck you Kennedy I was born and raised in America you potato picking prick," Reagan and Nixon barked with laughter when Tobias chucked his fork at Castro, "Watch it homies those be fightin' words in a normal world."
Nixon sat his food down and picked up his beer taking a deep drink before standing up, "Excuse me ladies I must pee," he said holding up peace signs on both hands. Nixon was the oldest of the crew at 50 but he was a brute if a man born and raised in Georgia on beans and cornbread. Arthur Amberson was dubbed Nixon simply for the fact his nose was so damn big! The second youngest of the group at 30 was Reagan, but he was the quietest and most loyal to Tobias. Reagan had come down with Tobias from Chicago as a aid to the gun trade, he'd pulled the trigger on the Georgia charters vice president at the same time Tobias gunned down the president. Reagan never asked questions and Tobias loved that, the Nobel and obedient servant. His real name had been Howie Knoskie.
"I don' remember none of tha' shite but oh Lord I remember Speedy Gonzalez! He was quiet tha' riot back in Chicago," Tobias murmured to no one particular but hearing about his past always riveted his crew, "Me dah' use to tune our tv 'ery Saturday so all tha' other loser kids coul' come watch while he handled the usual bizz."
He got real quiet sitting down his food and pulled out his one hitter tooter taking a big snort from the vial. It hit him quick and he burst with laughter, "Fuck tis wha' we was watchin' when those mick squares from the Chezz Crew Clan gunne' him down! Oh man I remeber th' two shots brought me righ' out of the tube and I raced down six flights o'stairs skipping the las' three ery'time until I was out the door. He had ducked behin' a big trash bin his burners poppin' back with fury," he paused for another bump, "Seein' me in the door wa' he rushed for me and bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! By the time dah' flew intah' me he was as dea' as dea' could be."
"Wayne we got a problem," it was Nixon running back, "The tribe sent a messenger and they wanted to let us know they saw a fellow with a lady in the back of his bike the other day come flying out of the Wal-Mart parking lot."
"'Nd? Whats it got to do with us?" Tobias said as he ran his hand through his salt and peppered hair. The question made Nixon shrug, "Fuck if I know but they said that was to close for comfort because they was almost exposed."
Tobias grunted and stood up his joints popped in both his knees and hips. He adjusted the piece on his side with the safety off and followed Nixon back through the club. The messenger was Kyle from the tribe, a small huddle of dopers employed by Tobias to grow food and another failed attempt at coca beans. He was biting his nails as usual acting shifty, "Look man you promised us full protection! We grow food and give all of it to you in return for said GODDAMN protection, we saw one of your biker fuck buddy's raid our store man. We need payment or something."
Tobias pulled a pack of smokes from his pocket and fired one up, "Kyle none of us haf' lef' this compound in twoh days, so how di' you see one'o'mine fuck buddys?"
Kyle gave a nervous laugh pointing to all the clubs cuts on the wall, "Oh I don't know Cocaine Wayne it could be that he was wearing that fucking patch on his back!"
It was quick and foolish but Kyle grabbed for a weapon tucked into his belt hem but both Tobias and Nixon pulled theirs so quick Kyle was dead before Nixon's third bullet tore through his throat. Tobias blew out a cloud of smoke, "This news be unsettlin' a unknown Skull in our territoy."
"Could be a fake?" Nixon weighed in as he checked the body of Kyle, "Hell could have taken it from a member too."
"Either way we findin' out get tha' boyos ready we got a biker tah find," Tobiad said with a big grin as he pinched the fire from his cigarette.
THE NEXT DAY....
The five men rode to the last known location of the bike noise they had heard but most of their path was blocked by a massive heard. They had to cut back across town to find a way back safely taking roughly an hour with all the abandoned cars but they came out a head of their unknown biker friend. During the night they hid their bikes, found a empty building adjacent to where the bike was, and camped in silence taking shifts to make sure they didn't leave too early. During the night Castro joined Tobias on his watch, "You getting any vibes?"
"Aye," Tobias replied drinking from his bottle of whiskey, "Tha' bike is way to damn familiar and it either was taken from a friend o'mine or its him."
Castro lit his own smoke, "So what we gunna do?"
"We is goin' tah' follow 'im lad," Tobias said spitting onto the floor. If it was who he thought it was then he was happy, Charles and him had always been friends with Tobias being the first ti back Charles patch in, but if it wasn't nothing more than an imposter....
God help him if he'd hurt his good friend, cause God forgives Skulls don't.