~| A N I J |~ | Human| | Life is not what you expect: | | it is made up of the most unexpected twists and turns. |
..:Axeman MC:.. ..Northside.. .Chicago, IL.
says to ALL: She'd been here 6 months. Colt wasn't a nice man. She wasn't even sure he was a man. Her face sporting the proof of his ire towards her.. mouth. Yeah, it got her in trouble. But she was determined to use it to her advantage. The head of the club wouldn't let him do much more than hit her. Though she was pretty sure when the head of the club went away that would change.
She was dreading that day. And it was scheduled to come sooner than she had hoped.
The dishes were done and she could hear a few men talking outside.
"He's gone for 3 days. And we are going to have some fun with her. She will know for sure just who the bitch belongs to. Her mouth will be full so she won't be able to talk back."
she cringed at the words which continued until the Mason arrived. Mason was the leader of this rabble. She couldn't say anything to him, Colt would know. Of course even if she told him it's not like he would take her with him.
fuck..
She had to get ready to run tomorrow night. The next morning Mason would be gone for three days.
(06/08/24 07:02:51 pm) H E A R T S L O S T
~| A N I J |~ | Human| | Life is not what you expect: | | it is made up of the most unexpected twists and turns. |
..:Axeman MC:.. ..Northside.. .Chicago, IL.
says to ALL: The members spoke for about an hour while she worked in the kitchen. Occasionally coming from the kitchen with clean glasses and mugs to be stacked. When she did she could feel Colt's eyes on her. Hungry eyes.. Angry eyes.
They brought a shudder even if she didn't look at him.
She took refuge back in the kitchen where the cook was watching her as she worked in silence. Rarely did she speak when it wasn't related to orders. Quiet, keeping to herself. Outside when the club opened for business she was friendly and even a little bit flirty. Enough to get the tips, but not enough to piss off Colt.
He brought a plate of chicken fingers and fries.
"Eat before the club opens"
she nods softly, giving whisper of thanks. Though she didn't eat much as she sat at the table in the kitchen to nibble. She'd lost a fair bit of weight since being brought here. Told she was too fat. Well now she was too skinny. Thankfully she'd not been forced to do drugs.
(06/08/24 07:14:04 pm) || Myth-placed Identity ||
N A S H Werewolf Tunnel-rat To lovers, the moon is a thing of beauty. But to this man, it is a deadly curse. Chicago, The Presidium
..:Street:.. ..Chicago's Alleys and Streets.. .City of Chicago, IL.
says to H E A R T S L O S T ~| : Pressing his lips together, he glared at Kennedy as she walked with him on their normal walkabout in the city. Normally teamed together, they'd never been in this part of town, the greasy scent in the air noxious to his 'fair sensibilities.'. "I'm serious," Kennedy was saying as she side stepped a pile of trash, wrinkling her own nose at the odor. "I miss Carlisle," she said shaking her head.
"He missed Carlisle too, but after Hunter killing the Mayor...even if no one could prove it....they coulnd't go back. When Sloane had left, they knew even the tiny link to the town was gone. She'd been there before they arrived, and was the last to leave.
I wish we knew what happened to Anna," he said quietly, though it might have sounded like it, it wasn't a dig at Kennedy who'd taken over as pack leader once Anna had stepped down.
"I miss her too, more than you know," Kennedy said giving him a casual glance which turned into a more piercing,penetrating gaze. "What is it?" as she inhaled, trying to suss out what had caught his attention.
"Anij", he said...a bit stunned. But Kennedy didn't know of Anij. He inhaled again, his steps taking him away from Kennedy for a moment until she caught up. Clearly he had a scent and he was following i
(06/08/24 07:19:02 pm) H E A R T S L O S T
~| A N I J |~ | Human| | Life is not what you expect: | | it is made up of the most unexpected twists and turns. |
..:Axeman MC:.. ..Northside.. .Chicago, IL.
says to || Myth-placed Identity: She ate what she could. She didn't have much of an apetite but she needed some food to keep her strength up. The Club was opening and she was working to get everything ready. She was everyone's slave here. The other servers and the bartenders didn't come in until about 30 mins before and she had to have everything set up.
Which she did flawlessly, every night she worked.
She had a drink set aside for her sip on. She wasn't permitted alcohol, which was fine with her. She was never a drinker. But Colt wanted her sober, unlike the other servers who were usually drunk 2 - 3 hours in.
Colt hadn't spoken to her since he and the others had met with the President, Mason. But Colt was close, sitting at the bar where her drink was waiting for her to sip at it. She could tell he wasn't happy.
Hey don't blame her if the President said to keep his grubby hands off her. She has not said anything to him. Though it's no secret Colt hits her.. often. Even tonight she was sporting 3 new bruises and a black eye that she couldn't see out of.
She said he didn't speak to her, that didn't mean he hadn't communicated with her.
This wasn't a normal night. They had guests and she was one of the servers assigned to them. And she was. Working the floor in the VIP area with another new girl, clarice.
(06/08/24 07:25:14 pm) || Myth-placed Identity ||
N A S H Werewolf Tunnel-rat To lovers, the moon is a thing of beauty. But to this man, it is a deadly curse. Chicago, The Presidium
..:Street:.. ..Chicago's Alleys and Streets.. .City of Chicago, IL.
says to H E A R T S L O S T ~| : The smell of oil and grease was thick in the air, bringing back memories of war ships , submarines and entrenched fortifications. He sniffed again, then slowed to a stop near a building one parking lot away from another. "She's in there." he stared at the lot of motorcycles and the building on the opposite side. Rough looking fellows entered through a side door, the front public entrance still lit with a 'closed sign'.
"Are you sure?" Kennedy asked, her attention focused on the building. "Let me call Hunter,". as he could readily shift into wolf form if necessary he was good to have at their back. "And Sloane.....Logan," as he continued to sniff to guide him as to how mnay people were in the building. "Eight.."... maybe Logan and Sloan didn't need to come after all.
(06/08/24 07:37:23 pm) H E A R T S L O S T
~| A N I J |~ | Human| | Life is not what you expect: | | it is made up of the most unexpected twists and turns. |
..:Axeman MC:.. ..Northside.. .Chicago, IL.
says to || Myth-placed Identity:
She didn't have your nose. She had no idea you were out there. Though as some of the men were coming in there was talk of two people standing outside the door. Still she was there to serve. Eventually she'd be there for other reasons. she's not sure what Mason said to Colt, but she knows by his look he blames her. Also by the 'conversation' earlier.
Setting the drinks on the tray she lifts it up and carries it with ease to the table, smiling and chatting with the men there. One grabbing her ass as she sets a drink infront of him. Well shit. She'll get another bruise for that. But Colt doesn't interfere. She lets out a squeak and a giggle. She can play the game. That's the instruction Mason gave her and Clarice. But no one would be doing anything more than touching.
That remained to be seen. Atleast the conversations were pleasant even if she was manhandled on occasion. They were gentlemen, they weren't crude.
It was probably why her and Clarice were chosen. New, and they didnt have a crude mouth on them.
(06/08/24 07:49:53 pm) || Myth-placed Identity ||
N A S H Werewolf Tunnel-rat To lovers, the moon is a thing of beauty. But to this man, it is a deadly curse. Chicago, The Presidium
..:Street:.. ..Chicago's Alleys and Streets.. .City of Chicago, IL.
says to H E A R T S L O S T ~| : It took fifteen minutes for Hunter and Sloan to arrive. The thinking that it'd look less suspicious if they all appeared to be couples. Hunter and Kennedy, both able to shift at will, took hold of the hands of Sloane and Nash, pausing at the door to gain entry. Fortunately Hunter had been part of a club several years before and still bore the tattoos that came with it, as well as the jacket still emblazoned with the Monterey Club name.
Gained entry, they stepped into the dim area, the music pulsing in the background. "Bar?" Hunter murmured quietly as they made their way towards it, the others casting covert and quick looks around. Kennedy could feel Nash's hand tighten i hers, lightly squeezing a morse code of Anij, to left...tables..
(06/08/24 08:02:31 pm) H E A R T S L O S T
~| A N I J |~ | Human| | Life is not what you expect: | | it is made up of the most unexpected twists and turns. |
..:Axeman MC:.. ..Northside.. .Chicago, IL.
says to || Myth-placed Identity: angry gaze. AFter flirting with the members of the visiting club, she returned to the bar. Setting the tray down only to have Colt grab her arm
"You're hurting me!"
the words were whispered, the pain easily seen in her eyes as tears threatened. If he twisted her arm much further he would break it.
"You serve them, then get away. I don't care what Mason told you. If you flirt with them again I will make sure you don't leave your room for a week."
his words were whispered against her ear. she shuddered a little, and fear rose high and fast. she nods and he lets her go. That was the arm that held the tray, she wasnt sure she'd be able to it for a while, and the night was still young.
She moved from him to get another round of drinks, then taking a breath she lifts and holds it with her other arm. She winced.
The interaction hadn't gone unnoticed by the table she'd been serving and they were not happy. Apparently not all MC's treat their women like she's being treated. But of course she doesn't know that. She smiles politely to the guys at the table and speaks to them, but the flirting has ceased.
Clearly Mason isn't happy. But the visitors tell him to calm down. She sets the new drinks down. They had ordered some food and she goes to get it.
When she enters the kitchen Colt is behind her, pushing her against the wall face first.
"What did you say to Mason?"
she whimpers, her arm now pressed against her back
"Nothing I promise! I didn't say anyt.."
He punches her shoulder blade
"We will finish this discussion later."
she nods, fear radating from her for those that have the sense for it. She smiles though, but her eyes are not matching the smile on her face. Her focus is so much on her tables she really doesn't notice you. If you did she might have run to you.
But for now she's carrying the tray out, and in a great deal of pain from where Colt punched her. He can be seen pulling the brassknuckles off as he exits a few moments later.
(06/08/24 08:14:31 pm) || Myth-placed Identity ||
N A S H Werewolf Tunnel-rat To lovers, the moon is a thing of beauty. But to this man, it is a deadly curse. Chicago, The Presidium
..:Axeman MC:.. ..Northside.. .Chicago, IL.
says to H E A R T S L O S T ~| : It was Sloane's and Kennedy's hands on theirs which kept the two men from pouncing on Colt as he manhandled Anij. "That her," Kennedy verified. "yes," Nash's voice had burred with a soft growl.
Hunter, shaking it off...for a moment, ordered a round of beers for them. "I'll see if I can get her alone," Slone whispered softly. Their words so quietly spoken they were more like a breathless sound instead of words.
Sloane began to make her way across the bar, angling the approach so she'd meet the woman after she delivered the tray of items.
(06/08/24 08:21:27 pm) H E A R T S L O S T
~| A N I J |~ | Human| | Life is not what you expect: | | it is made up of the most unexpected twists and turns. |
..:Axeman MC:.. ..Northside.. .Chicago, IL.
says to || Myth-placed Identity: She was focused, so very focused on what she needed to do. She could See Mason and Colt staring each other down and while Mason blamed Colt for her change in how she treated the visitors, Colt blamed her for Mason wanting her to serve them.
Colt was called away to join Mason, which a win for her. She arrived at the bar at the same time as Sloane.
Smiling to her
"Can I get you something to drink or eat?"
not yet aware that You are in the room, she can't get distracted. But as she looks at Sloane a familiar shadow in the distance. But she looks back to Sloane. The eyes say it all. She's terrified.
(06/08/24 08:27:18 pm) || Myth-placed Identity ||
N A S H Werewolf Tunnel-rat To lovers, the moon is a thing of beauty. But to this man, it is a deadly curse. Chicago, The Presidium
..:Axeman MC:.. ..Northside.. .Chicago, IL.
says to H E A R T S L O S T ~| : Getting her out of the building was the priority and Sloane, being Sloane tried the easiest way.. "I'm sorry, do you have any pads? I wasn't expecting the ....you know.." she lowered her voice slightly as if embarrassed though everyone heard her first words. In spite of the seriousness, Hunter choked back a laugh, Nash was like a spring about to rupture and Kennedy shook her head. Of all things to go for..
Sloane knew, most mean were not keen on 'women's problems' and would likely ignore them. Sloane gestured to the bathroom, "Is there a machine in the ladies?" she asked again with a stage whisper. Hunter picked up his glass and took a gulp. Nash noticed the brass knuckles and growled softly again. Maybe not tonight but that man was going to die, of that he was determined.
(06/08/24 08:35:20 pm) H E A R T S L O S T
~| A N I J |~ | Human| | Life is not what you expect: | | it is made up of the most unexpected twists and turns. |
..:Axeman MC:.. ..Northside.. .Chicago, IL.
says to || Myth-placed Identity: She smiles to Sloane and nods softly
"Oh yes, right this way."
she heads towards the bathroom, motioning to show her.
"There is a machine inside."
Colt can see her and is watching even as he sits with Mason and the visitors. He couldn't retrieve her as he turned to speak to the visitors.
She turns to head back to the bar. But she's slow in her movements, taking the moment to pause and maybe visit the women's room herself.
"Here I'll show you."
she opens the door and points to the machine before going into a stall. There she sits and pees, then when she's finished she leans against the door closing her eyes. Hidden by the door she doesn't think anyone can sense what's going on inside her. A soft breath is taken and released. She doesn't have long, Colt will be looking for her if she's not out soon.
(06/08/24 08:46:18 pm)
Myth-chievous Interceptor
| S L O A N E | G R E G O R Y | PRAETOR | historian | LUPUS W E R E - W O L F Every force has its equal. Chicago, The Presidium
..:Axeman MC:.. ..Northside.. .Chicago, IL.
says to H E A R T S L O S T ~| : "Thank you, " she smiled with a friendly mien, following her to the ladies. As Anij made use of the stall, Sloane examined the bathroom door, noting the sliding bolt at the top. Clearly it was once a single stall facility and had been turned into a dual. She slid the bolt, then walked towards the window. Narrow. Small. Too small for even Sloane to fit through and she was the smallest of the group. No matter.
Turning back to the stall which still hid Anij, she turned to the sink, grinned and grabbed the basin with a tight grip. A second later, the back bolts had sheered off as she ripped the sink from the wall. "one down,...then spoke in a normal tone "outside, around the back," knowing the others could hear her with their supernatural hearing. Hunter tossed a fifty on the bar, striding out of the club as if he owned it. Nash and Kennedy followed.
Sloane with the sink in her hand looked at the wall, mentally measuring where the studs were before swinging the sink to the wall to punch through the sheetrock. It might be a bit noisy, but surely the music from inside the club would drown it out. With a section of the sheetrock gone, she dropped the remains of the sink and began to pull at the sheetrock and insulation until the outer wall was seen. "Can you make it through the studs?" speaking to Anij, hoping she woudl't totally freak out. "we're here to rescue you."
(06/08/24 08:55:57 pm) H E A R T S L O S T
~| A N I J |~ | Human| | Life is not what you expect: | | it is made up of the most unexpected twists and turns. |
..:Axeman MC:.. ..Northside.. .Chicago, IL.
says to Myth-chievous Intercepto: Her eyes were closed and she opened them in shock to hear things being removed from the wall. The words Slone spoke brought a frown. She opens her stall door and her eyes go wide. she's about to say something when Sloane asks her if she can fit through. Blinking..
then the word rescue sinks in
"What? We? How?"
Clearly she's confused, and terrified. Colt.. her eyes dart to the door, but then back to Sloane, taking a breath.
Against all odds she manages a nod. This has to be better than staying. The arm he nearly broke is already bruising as is her shoulder which can't be seen under her top. Well it's starting to peek over her shoulder.
"Ummm.. I think so."
she whispers. If Colt is outside the door he'd hear. She doesn't know who Sloane is but this has to be better than staying.
She moves towards the open area in the wall, and takes a breath. Tears forming but she blinks them back as she starts to make her way through the studs outside. It hurts, her shouldeblade rubs against the stud and she bites on her lip to keep from crying out. She doesn't even question how she was able to pull the sink out without help. Ideas move through her mind, but she doesn't have time to process them.
(06/08/24 09:05:35 pm) || Myth-Chief Maker ||
H U N T E R C O L E PRAETOR | mechanic | LUPUS nothing is going my way | Chicago - The Presidium |
..:Axeman MC:.. ..Northside.. .Chicago, IL.
says to H E A R T S L O S T ~| : The tallest of them, he peered through the window, standing on his toes at he did so. A moment later he began to rip the siding off the outside of the building until a three foot tall section was open allowing passage from inside the room to the out. Kennedy and Nash were facing opposite directions, watching for unwelcomes to interfere but thus far they were lucky. Sloane was at her side as she made her way out of the room through the opening to the studs and to the outside. "almost there, " she encouraged her. She could see the favoring of the arm, damn bastard had hurt her, Sloane now thinking much as Nash. that man had to die.
(06/08/24 09:09:31 pm) H E A R T S L O S T
~| A N I J |~ | Human| | Life is not what you expect: | | it is made up of the most unexpected twists and turns. |
..:Axeman MC:.. ..Northside.. .Chicago, IL.
says to Myth-chievous Intercepto: Oh it was more than her arm. She does have a black eye and more bruises not seen. Tears were starting to fall. She was going to be free? Really?
She nods when Sloane says almost there. she keeps moving inspite of the pain she's feeling. Things sticking out would catch a bruise and she'd wince, but she wasn't stopping. She sees the large man on the other side and wants to cry.
And even though his back is to her, she recognizes it. Lips move in silence as she mouths his name.. Nash?
Is this too good to be true? God she hopes not. Tears fall a little faster now as she makes it outside, nearly dropping to the ground but catching herself with a wince against the outside wall
(06/08/24 09:14:44 pm) || Myth-placed Identity ||
N A S H Werewolf Tunnel-rat To lovers, the moon is a thing of beauty. But to this man, it is a deadly curse. Chicago, The Presidium
..:Axeman MC:.. ..Northside.. .Chicago, IL.
says to H E A R T S L O S T ~| : She slumped but didn't fall to the ground, the wall getting her weight. He turned at her voice, taking several quick strides to see her fully even in the dim light. The bruises had him growling in anger. "No!" Kennedy snapped, "we need to leave," she said to him. He scanned over Anij, "Can...I need to carry you, we'll be faster." he glanced through the hole they'd made, and could hear noise from the outside of the door. "Someone's banging on the door." he said as he held out his arms. "Come on," he was being kind and gentle. Hunter shook his head, "time to go," giving no time for niceties, Hunter lifted Anij in his arms and pelted down the street at a steady run. "Sorry," to her for he knew he was jostling her, but they couldn't just walk. The others swiftly followed until they turned down an alley and began to weave their way through the city streets.
(06/08/24 09:19:54 pm) H E A R T S L O S T
~| A N I J |~ | Human| | Life is not what you expect: | | it is made up of the most unexpected twists and turns. |
..:Axeman MC:.. ..Northside.. .Chicago, IL.
says to || Myth-placed Identity: Her eyes lift to you. One of them is swollen shut, but not as puffy as it was. The growl she'd heard before and rather than terrified it was a comfort. She had not words at the moment. 6 months of hell was coming to an end.
When Hunter picked her up instead of You her eyes went wide, but she held on as much as she could, resting her head on his shoulder.
Taking soft breaths, tears falling even as he says sorry.. she whispers
"It's ok."
she can hear the commotion as the banging turns into the door being forced open and the sounds of Colt yelling that she's running.
Well no she's not. She couldn't run to save her life. But she's held by someone who is and is going to guess they are like you.. wolves. That makes her feel safe.. safer than she has in 6 months.
(06/08/24 09:28:21 pm) || Myth-Chief Maker ||
H U N T E R C O L E PRAETOR | mechanic | LUPUS nothing is going my way | Chicago - The Presidium |
..:Street:.. ..Chicago's Alleys and Streets.. .City of Chicago, IL.
says to H E A R T S L O S T ~| : "Not ok," but he knew it would get worse before it got better. "This way," to the others running behind. They were several blocks now from the club. "We need to get back to the house," He slowed enough for Sloane to hurry past him, as she came to the main thoroughfare, she lifted an arm as she hailed a taxi. "We'll get the cab and get out of this part of town. They won't find you." he said. Nash loping next to Hunter looked at her, seeing as much as he could. "Do you need a doctor?" though they would get one if necessary. Damn, he wished Devon had come here.
A half block away, Sloane had stopped a yellow cab, opened the door and stood waiting for them.
(06/08/24 09:35:30 pm) H E A R T S L O S T
~| A N I J |~ | Human| | Life is not what you expect: | | it is made up of the most unexpected twists and turns. |
..:Street:.. ..Chicago's Alleys and Streets.. .City of Chicago, IL.
says to || Myth-Chief Maker |: Taking slow breaths and focusing on the fact she was out of there, away from Colt. Though she also knew the man would search hell for her. Course she knew things that he didn't about her rescuers.
Her eyes opening and taking a breath as Hunter tells them which way to go, she shifts her gaze before looking at Nash who is running beside them. She probably should see a doctor, but she gives her head a shake. As far as she can tell nothing is broken.
Hunter's words reassuring, she nods softly to them without taking her eyes off of Nash.
"I don't think so"
her response to You about the doctor, words are whispered, her heart racing. Just rest. Something she hasn't been granted there. Except the few hours at night was permitted.
