[tCotR] Special Event - The Biker Rogues

[Enver Marshall II]

Since he had a key to her place, Enver didn't have to bother his sire with needing her to be home. He doubted she was really there anyways, the woman rarely staying in one place too long. He wondered if that was a shadow thing, or just a paranoid vampire thing. Something he could relate to if it was the second one. It didn't matter, at least not for tonight.

He hadn't been here in months, so the guy had to rejog his memory as he looked around the fairly dark, yet modern themed living room. He walked out of the room, to where he was sure the second floor entrance was and even said "Ah-ha!" When the male found it and climbed the stairs.

It had been here for almost two years now. And it showed too. The male walked through the few, but dusty contents in the attic, to a section he had claimed for his stuff when she had sired him and brought him here to explain a couple things to the guy. As he made his way over to the dusty trunk, the male felt his phone vibrate. Since he wasn't expecting anyone, but Hannah to text him, the male ignored it. What she was doing for him could wait, this, this was more important.

Enver popped the lid to the trunk open and looked in the thing. He couldn't remember for the life of him what was in here. It was more or less a mismatch of everything and anything from any gig he'd done for his entire movie career existence. Things like, monocles, umbrella's, alien slime (from his first even flick), trousers, vests, and other costumes rested in there. Until tonight. He laid all the things out that he could, putting them together in what seemed to make sense and then nodded his head approvingly. All in all, he had a grand total of eleven different costumes with some random props.

As he stared at the different assortment of costumes, a thought struck him. The male reached in to his coat pocket, bypassed the text message for his email account and shot Robert an email. "Hey Pratt. I need a wing man. You up for the job? Could get a little messy." Enver hit send after giving the guy the address to his sire's place in Ivy Bluff and went back to thinking about which costume he was going to sport for the night.

[Alexandrea]

It always amused Alexandrea to see Kira talking to her wraith. Or would that be wraiths? Not being able to see them herself, Alex was never sure if Tess and Marcus were completely separate identities or two sides to one. She half paid attention to the banter and poked around on her computer at the same time, looking for places a biker gang might have been. Not that she was too optimistic about an actual hangout being out in the open and advertised but even a gang of biker vampires would need to go out for supplies.

She printed out a list of pawn shops and liquor stores in the seedier parts of Harper Rock and handed it to Dave before he left "Start in these areas and keep your phone out just in case you get lucky. Don't get out of the van, Dave. Ok?" She heard her phone buzz and looked down at it just as Kira asked if someone had gotten back to her.

Killian did. Here, I'll read it to you.

"I'll be there shortly. Don't leave without me. Wouldn't want the two of you getting in over your heads without some backup."

Alexandrea looked down at her silk pajamas. "I think I'd better change into something I can fight in, Kiwi. Be right back down."

She shed the clothes she had on, leaving them in a pile on the floor and then pulled on a pair of black jeans and a black turtle neck sweater. Black steel toe boots with hidden daggers inside finished the outfit. After strapping her sword across her back, she garbed a long black leather coat that would conceal the weapon and rushed back down to the first floor.

Her cell was buzzing again on the table where she had left it and picking it up before it vibrated off the table's edge and on to the floor, she saw it was Killian again.

"It's Killian." Alex sang out to Kira and the opened the message.

"Alex, I'll be riding up on a dark green Harley that looks quite a bit like what you might see one of the guys from Sons of Anarchy riding, so don't start shooting at me or anything. Figure dressing like a biker would be the easiest way to blend in. And, I'm ready just in case things go south, too. But I hope they don't."

"Guess we should wait outside." She said with a shrug and showed her Kiwi the message. "Any idea who the 'Sons of Anarchy' are?

[Phoenix]

Just as Phoenix was about to step into the shower, her phone buzzed again: Killian. A multitude of thoughts raced through her mind as she contemplated the words on her screen. Most of them revolved around Killian driving a Harley and every possible outcome that ended with her brains splattered over the pavement. Obviously it wouldn't kill her, but it hardly would be pleasant. And it certainly would **** up her hair even if she did wear a helmet. Ick.

'Meet me outside Cherrydale station in 45 minutes? I have leathers, so don't worry about me being cold.' She sent the text and, without waiting for a reply, stepped under the steaming water.

Twenty minutes later, the woman was clean, dry and busy straightened her coppery curls - quite a feat when one didn't have a mirror on which to rely. Once she was satisfied, Nix quickly applied her standard makeup, and then redoubled the thickness around her eyes. Biker chicks did that, right? Shaking her head, Nix moved onto the outfit she'd chosen: a simple white t-shirt and black leather jacket paired with a worn pair of jeans and the leather combat boots she'd purchased the previous year. Those boots had been through a lot and she'd been quite happy with the extra few inches they provided in thick rubber sole.

A few rings and bracelets later, and with enough weaponry to outfit a small army cached on her tiny frame, the redhead was ready to go. After grabbing her handbag and slipping through the portal, she found herself at Cherrydale station, ignoring the new text messages in order to send one more to Killian.

'I'm outside waiting - hurry up, I'm cold.'

Of course, it'd only been 43 minutes. He still had time.

[Killian]

Killian read the text that the self-proclaimed Duel Queen had sent him and smiled, not having to go too far to get to Cherrydale Station. That actually gave him time to ride with leisure and enjoy the night's ride. He knew that he likely wouldn't have that chance later. Plenty of bikers were volatile enough. Vampire bikers could only be worse.

He heard his phone go off with the Super Mario Game Over sound, so he knew that Nix was either texting or calling him. That must've meant that she was ready, and a few minutes early, too. So, he sped up the bike, letting the 1500cc V Twin engine roar. He pulled up to Cherrydale Station in a minute and a half, getting there just in time.

"Well now, don't you look like quite a treat in leather? Climb on. And don't catch your leg on that tailpipe. It's kinda hot." The man just gave her a grin and patted the seat behind him. Once she had gotten onto the Dyna Glide behind him, he turned to look at her as well as he could. "Gotta make just one more stop before we start looking for these guys. Alexandrea and Kira were planning on going at the same time I was, and Alex just happened to text me to let me know. Figured that it might as well be a joint effort. At the very least, it'll save overall time."

The man gave her a grin, then checked his phone quickly. The only thing he'd had was the message from Nix, telling him to hurry up. That was a good enough sign that Alex and Kira hadn't left without him, he supposed. The engine roared up again as the Irishman began driving toward Willow Court to meet up with the two blondes, with his redheaded friend hanging on to his waist.

[Kira]

"Yeah, I'm sure the bikers would get a kick out of someone in their night gown.." Kira mused as Lexy left to change. She got up, putting the glasses in the kitchen and the wine bottles back in the fridge. She returned to the living room, shoving her hands in the pockets of the jacket as she waited. She looked over at Lexy when she said there was another message.

"I'm dressed like this by pure accident and now we're our own little biker gang." she said with a slight laugh. She paused and raised an eyebrow. "So asking the wrong person. I have no idea...I'm going to guess they're bikers?" she said. Well, she remembered seeing that name on clothes and other items, but the only reason she looked at it was because it had a Grim Reaper on it. Having the name on it completely ruined the design but now she suppose it was like that on purpose. So now she was even more confused who these Sons of Anarchy were. If they were a rock band, she would know them.

Kira headed outside after snatching up her helmet. She smirked a little at the whole not shooting at Killian when he shows up. She went to her bike and sat on the seat lightly, leaning on it. She looked at her helmet, then back at Lexy. "Right...I think I have an extra helmet...for when Dave was teaching me how to ride." she said. She thought about the last time she saw it. Under the bed in storage, as she figured she'd never have anyone riding with her again, Dave sure didn't.

She set her helmet on the handle bar and hurried back inside the house and upstairs. She went into her room and pulled out the helmet from under the bed then made her way back outside. She tossed the helmet to Lexy before returning to her spot on her bike. She kept looking at her phone though, making sure Dave didn't send anything. Marcus on the other hand would have to return to her to deliver a message. If they weren't vampires, she wouldn't be as worried about him looking for them.

[Alexandrea]

Catching the helmet easily, Alexandrea looked at Kira in confusion. "What's this for? I don't want to wear this... I don't need to ride with you, I can run whenever we are going." She tossed her hair and frowned. On the other hand, the helmet might help the image they were going for.

She looked up and down the street anxiously for any sign of Killian and his motorbike in between glancing at her phone for messages from Enver. He and Madison had both no gotten back to her as of yet. There had been so much drama going on in the city as of late, Alex hoped they were both alright.

*Hey, Mad Maddie May... are you okay?* Alexandrea once again spoke into her friend who was more like a sister's mind. *Give me a shout, yo?*

[Robert Pratt]

Robert had recently refound his love - or should it be obsession - with rituals. He'd barely moved from the ritual table and had been cackling and laughing, grinning from ear to ear in complete and utter 'child at Christmas' glee while commanding the demis to do his bidding. He had no idea about time passing, days passing, nor what was really going on in the outside world. He was pretty much 100% focussed on the ingredients, the demi and the words that needed to be spoken to get what he wanted. The distress he felt when he ran out of something was immense, and it was exactly like a junkie running out of their drug of choice. There was a keening loss inside of him and he couldn't settle or focus knowing that there was something missing from his supplies - and that where one ritual was concerned, he was rendered impotent. Luckily, there were a number of people he could call on with requests for items which were swiftly procured and handed off to him. It meant that the withdrawal symptoms didn't get too bad, and he was thankful to them all. He had a problem, and he refused to admit it - because dammit, he was having fun.

His phone had gone off..... at some point. He'd been aware of it happening at the time, but time had passed since then and he'd been engrossed in a particularly tricky ritual at the time it had come through. So the text had sat, unread and therefore unanswered for who knew how long. Finally, the inevitable happened and he ran out of a vital weed and couldn't complete the ritual he was practising anymore. He felt something in his gut twisting and turning at that realisation and needed to distract himself somehow. Remembering the phone going off earlier, he retrieved his phone from across the way and checked the email icon that was flashing at him.

"Hey Pratt. I need a wing man. You up for the job? Could get a little messy."

There was also an address attached to it and it made Robert wonder. He knew that Enver and Hannah often had items he needed, so perhaps he could kill two birds with one stone. Even if he didn't join Enver in whatever hairbrained scheme he'd come up with, or sticky situation he'd landed himself in. He'd still be able to just take the items and run. He looked at his ritual table longingly and sighed, fingers caressing the edge of it lightly as one might a lover they were leaving in bed. Then, before he could think about it too much, he pulled his power out and teleported himself to the address he'd been given.

Seconds later, he was walking in the doors of Ivy Bluff and heading up the stairs. He didn't bother knocking, as he'd been invited, he simply used his powers once more and walked straight on into the place using uninvited guest and then looking around curiously.

"Enver? Enver mate? You here still?"

He suddenly realised he'd not bothered replying, or even checking the time stamp on the email. It could have been sent minutes, hours or even days before. In which case, he was too late and had just broken into someone's home.

"Ahhh crap!"

He muttered, and then just waited and hoped for a response.

[Enver Marshall II]

Enver had been lost in pulling out his "prized" possessions, that he hadn't heard Pratt come in, or call out for him. All in all, he had a good assortment of stuff. Some things would be better suited than others. He had a mobster ensemble from around the twenties era, a costume from around the 1800's that was a southern belle, more or less, a 1970's Vietnam war vet, a traditional detective outfit, construction worker, prison outfit, street thug, mime, college grad robes (his own graduation), a cowboy ensemble and finally, a chicken suit. He tossed some of them aside, like the chicken suit, 1800's southern belle, his college graduation robes and prison outfit. He could at least work something with the others.

Enver decided he'd go thug style, because the cops were a bunch of corrupt fuckers he'd seen sitting at tables with some gang bangers a few times too many in the metro, and people didn't have to talk to detectives unless they had a warrant or something. Or maybe that was just in the US. He still wasn't sure what the Canadian law types were, outside of being corrupt. Mime held the idea of silence is golden and people might start blabbing things, knowing mimes wouldn't talk and he could come up with ideas about being a drunk construction worker or vietnam vet. But, people would do a lot of things to get a shady character out of their establishment, Enver thought.

So, he put on the white tank top, khaki cargo pants, boots, and finished the outfit with his two handguns he always carried on him. He left the tank half tucked in, so people would know he was "packing" then dug around in a small shoe box that had a bunch of random on-set make-up. He'd need help with this. Which reminded him Pratt was supposed to be coming. Enver headed down from the attic, his phone out in his hand, getting ready to text the guy again, when he saw him. "Been here long?" He asked, not really knowing how long, long was.

[Kira]

"You are going to run around everywhere? It's easier to catch their attention on a bike. You might cause some unwanted attention by appearing suddenly. Moving that fast how you going to notice anything? Not that I know how that power feels...yet." Kira said with a grin, soon she would have Killer powers. "Besides, not a believable biker if you don't have helmet head. It's all sexy, you just shake your hair out after taking it off." she paused, "Don't listen to me, I don't know what I'm talking about.." the last thing she knew what was sexy or not, it was something she didn't care about.

She tapped her fingernail against her helmet. "How long is it going to take for him to get here.." she said, she was getting impatient just sitting here.

[Robert Pratt]

24 hours have gone by and no response from Alex, so skipping

Robert had been waiting a while, and he couldn't help himself but poke around and have a nose in the rooms. He'd heard noises upstairs, but there was no way he was going to just go walking upstairs to find out what was going on. It could be anyone, doing anything. Especially upstairs, which was usually where the bedrooms were. No way he wanted to walk in on anyone, in a bedroom, doing.... stuff. In fact, images of Enver and Keara, together, naked and writhing popped into his head and made him feel fairly ill. However, just as he'd turned to leave again, Enver appeared downstairs and made Robert stare.

"Dude! What in the **** are you wearing?!"

His eyes went up and down the man, looking him over and chuckling. He spotted the box in the man's hands and nodded to it.

"What's that? And what help is it you need? Fashion advice? Cause..... yeh. It looks needed right about now!"

He commented before listening to the answer. He nodded slowly as Enver made a sarcastic comment back to him and then explained about the bar up the road from his theatre and what was going on. Then proceeded to explain the plan he had. Robert was simply wide eyed as he listened, because it sounded a bit, out there. Even for Enver. Fair enough, the man had been an actor before - he could probably pull it off. But Robert, well, Robert had never been on stage before in his life, never played a role and as far as he was aware, had never tried to pretend to be something he wasn't. He followed the man back up the stairs and stared at the outfits, nodding away and figuring theman had finally lost it completely. However, he was going to go along with it - just to make sure he was there for the man and able to look out for him and if needed - be a shield for him. His eyes closed and he reached out, picking an outfit at random to supposedly help him blend in where what he was wearing wouldn't. However what he picked up, made his eyebrow rise as he glanced at Enver. The man was busying himself with the contents of the box, so with a shrug, Robert got changed in the corner.

His trousers were changed into a pair made of white linen trousers that were too big for him, Enver being wider than he and shorter - so he was flashing ankle. Luckily, they were the same shoe size, so the socks were removed and the loafers were put on. A black linen shirt was then put on and it was all covered in a long, brown trenchcoat. He finished it off with a large pair of sunglasses and a brown floppy hat. Robert looked down at himself and then looked at Enver in disbelief, but the man didn't seem to be phased or think anything of how Robert looked. Or if he did, he was keeping it well hidden and Robert couldn't read his expression at all.

Enver had set up the makeup, and then explained what he wanted, so Robert nodded his head and set to work. Bit by bit he did as he was instructed, asking questions as he went and making sure he followed the instructions as best as he could. Finally, he figured the 'look' was complete and Enver was as 'thug' as Robert's limited skills were going to make him. He snapped a pic of the man, chuckling at the pose he struck, and then handed his phone over so that Enver could check it all out and let him know if any changes needed to be made. After a bit of a touch up to Enver's specifications, everything was finally done and up to the man's standards - and Robert couldn't help but smile at the glimpse he'd had of the man he'd been before the city, before the vampire took over. It was a rare insight and one Robert felt priviledged to have seen and experienced. It was like, a bit of pride and strength had momentarily shone through and he'd become a 'star' again.

Finally, they were both looking however Enver had pictured in his head - or as close as they were going to get - and were heading out the door and towards the bar. Of course, Enver in the lead and once more explaining what it was he was going to do and the part Robert were to play. This..... was going to be interesting.