forum Biker Gang (Reboot)(closed)

Started September 13, 2019 by Deleted user

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Christopher took the paper gratefully, slipping it into his pocket. He double and triple checked that it wouldn’t fall out. “Thank you, Colden,” He said quietly, his whole face showing his gratefulness.

Colden nodded then put an arm around his shoulders. "Any time, now let's start heading inside."

“Okay,” Christopher said softly, a little nervous. He wasn’t used to getting touched very often.

Colden nodded then walked in with him.

Name: August (Auggie) Garcia
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Tbh he doesn't know, but let's just say he as straight as a rainbow.
Looks: Jaw length super dark brown curly hair with natural highlights. He's about 5'8" but a smol bean besides that and not very muscular. His eyes are darkish blue. His skin is a little lighter than a regular cardboard box color. He has both his ears pierced with small diamond earrings and one helix piercing with a hoop earring, but no scars or tattoos… yet.
Outfit: A black blazer and a gray teeshirt underneath. Medium wash semi-skinny jeans with dark purple and black Vans high-tops.
Personality: ??? He is from a rich family so he has the habit of being able to get/do whatever he wants, but he doesn't have much of his parent's money anymore since he left them in the middle of a bad argument. But besides that, I don't really have much for him.
Other:
How they got into the biker gang: He left in an argument, as I said and he took his brand new bike, that he bought 2 weeks previously in an attempt to feel more free since his parents insisted that he stayed with them, away, far away from his home. He ended up in a small town with an empty gas tank. Having to walk his motorbike to the nearest station, which was about a 2-mile walk, he saw a group of bikers and followed them once they left. He stayed a bit away from them for a while, just to see what kind of people they were. He's a new biker and will be a new member of the gang.

(So sorry it took this long to post this!)

Amaris grinned at Riverpaw before skidding to a stop in front of the diner. She turned the bike off and got off. "You okay?" She asked, muddling a laugh

After taking way too long get to a gas station, August finally could fill up his tank. He waited for the tank to fill and he noticed a group of bikers leaving the station. Auggie watched the bikers until they were out of sight. He started tapping his foot, impatient. His tank finished filling and he paid for it and hopped on with a smile, it had been rough pulling along his bike as he walked. He quickly put on his helmet and sped off to catch up to the bikers.

Adella pulled up to the dinner, parking her bike and locking it up with a hum. She walked in through the backdoor, pulling her hair back with a headband and putting on her apron, waving hello to her co-workers.

Riverpaw got off the bike as soon as it stopped, and she had to lean against it when she wobbled a little. "Y- you do that on purpose, don't you?" She asked as she took off Amaris' helmet and sat it on the seat.

Amaris shrugged and started walking "you have no proof."

Pouting, Riverpaw followed, sticking to Amaris' side.

Auggie caught sight of the group again after going a bit over the speed limit. He saw them pull into a diner, so he did the same. Slowing down, he parked a little bit away from them. He was always the skeptical and untrusting type of person, so it was normal for him not to approach someone right away.

Christopher walked in with Colden, biting his lip. As he walked in, he looked at the menu though he didn’t intend to buy anything. Christopher turned his head and saw Amaris and Riverpaw walking in too, smiling a little.

"I was thinking, I buy fries for the group and then leave because I have a race and rheportions here are fairly large." She laughed. "You guys are welcome to come watch the race and even participate, but I dont have o choice, I have to go if I want the money." She shrugged,looking back at the menu

Adella walked to the group's table and smilled. "Hiya there! I'm Adella, I'll be your server today. Do y'all want any drinks to start off with?" She asked, French accent obvoius.

"Hello love, I'll have a bottle of water." Amaris smiled and turned her face back to the menu

Christopher glanced up at the waitress, “Can I just have a water?” He asked softly, favoring to look at the ground instead of looking her in the eyes. He would probably be what one would least expect to be part of a biker gang.

"I'll have some water too." Colden looked at Christopher and whispered in his ear, "have you ever been to a cat shelter before?" He asked trying to lighten the guy's mood.

“No, have you?” He asked quietly, glancing at Colden and back to the floor again. It was habit he had gotten into back when he used to live with his parents—to always avert his gaze and keep his head down.

"M…do you have Arnold Palmer?" Riverpaw asked the waitress with a slight tilt of her head.

Flame parked his bike, hearing a bit of a sputter as he shut the engine off. * Maybe I should get that checked.* He thought before going into the diner and sitting with the group. Everyone started ordering drinks and Flame just ordered the same as everyone else, not wanting to cause the group to spend any more than they had to.

“No, have you?” He asked quietly, glancing at Colden and back to the floor again. It was habit he had gotten into back when he used to live with his parents—to always avert his gaze and keep his head down.

"yeah… I work at one." Colden replied. "Would you like to meet some of the cats there?"

“Yes,” He immediately replied. He had always wanted a pet, especially a cat, but he knew he couldn’t afford one. “Th-that would be really nice.”

Colden nodded. "Alright, I work tomorrow so you could probably come then." He said with a smile.

Adella smilled and jotted down everyone's orders, closing the pad with a snap. "Alrighty, I'll give you a few minutes to figure out food and come back with your drinks!"

"Of course"

August walked into the diner and sat at a table next to the group. He looked down at his table, tracing the lines in the wood. He couldn't help but listen in to their conversation. He never meant to listen to other people's conversations, but he always ended up doing it anyway.