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Post by Don Joseph Trapani on Nov 13, 2008 5:45:34 GMT -5
Medium Sized Building
A Nice sized bar with tvs
Pool Tables
Chairs
Backroom office with a large table and chairs
Parking Lot
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Post by Don Joseph Trapani on Nov 25, 2008 19:11:01 GMT -5
Dawg rolls up on his chopper he backs in and gets off he walks in the clubhouse
W1- you dawg john needs to talk to you
D- alright dawg walks to the back room
D- was sup john
J- i need you to get rid of something
D- what
J- see that truck out there
D- yeah
J- there is a few dead outlaws in the back i need you to take them home and drop them off
D- alright Dawg leaves the club house gets in the truck and pulls out
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Post by Don Joseph Trapani on Nov 25, 2008 20:01:20 GMT -5
A few days later Dawg walks into the clubhouse sits down cracks open a beer and turns to the game a few mins go by John walks in
J- Dawg i need to talk to you
D- ok sit down have a beer with me
J- no in the back they both walk into the back room
J- ok the outlaws are pissed so we need to take care of someone
D- ok
J- johnny red is a road captain for the outlaws i need you to kill him
D- ok where is he
J- Probaly at his house
D- ok dawg leaves the clubhouse he gets on his bike and takes off
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Post by Don Joseph Trapani on Nov 26, 2008 18:38:06 GMT -5
Dawg walks in and hands john the pic
Dawg- there he is dead
J- alright good job see you later dawg leaves
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Post by Don Joseph Trapani on Nov 26, 2008 21:57:35 GMT -5
Dawg rides up to the clubhouse
D- Here he hands a warlock a small bag thats this weeks pay from the garage john had me get it
W- ok dawg guns his engine and rides away the warlock takes the money in the clubhouse and gives it to john
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Post by Don Joseph Trapani on Nov 26, 2008 22:58:04 GMT -5
Dawg pulls up on his chopper he backs in gets off and walks in the clubhouse
John- dawg the heat is finaly down so we can focus on making money
D- ok
J- i need you to go pick up a kilo of meth there waiting for you at fort carson here its 10,000 a key
Dawg takes the money leaves the club gets on his bike and pulls away
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Post by Don Joseph Trapani on Nov 26, 2008 23:15:58 GMT -5
Dawg pulls up gets off his bike walks in and gos to the back room
he throws the meth on the table
D- There is your meth
J- hey here he throws joey a small clip of money
J- there is 2,000
D- thanks dawg leaves gets on his bike and pulls away
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Post by Don Joseph Trapani on Nov 26, 2008 23:52:49 GMT -5
The President of the warlocks and the president of the outlaws are having
Dawg and pops are waiting at the bar
D- so you think there going to agree
P- I hope so Dawg heres Slow and and big talking
S- It still hurts
B- You had to do it for the club
S- if Dawg ever found out that im the one who killed his father and burned his tatoo of he would dawg starts yelling
D- YOUR THE MUTHERFUCKER WHO KILLED MY FATHER he rushes at slow but some guys stop him
D- I AM GOING TO KILL YOU AND EVERYONE IN THIS CLUB Dawg takes his coat off and throws it at slow
S- It was for the club but it dont matter now you took your jacket off you aint a warlock no more
D- Fuck the Warlocks Dawg walkjs out of the clubhouse gets on his chopper and Pulls away
John And Demon walk out
J- the outlaws are now warlocks
B- well we just lost Dawg
J- What
B- He herd slow talking about how we killed his father
J- Fuck FUck FUCk FUCK FUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKK
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Post by pgizzle434 on May 11, 2009 11:16:38 GMT -5
Three black guys in a Red Huntlee pull up to the bar. As they get out the normal activity stops and everyone looks at them. They bikers stare at the guys red bandannas and red baseball caps as they walk up to the door. One of the guys speaks to one of the bikers.
Biker1: You boys lost? It aint smart to just stop anywhere in these parts.
Guy1: I think this is the right place. Big guys with leather jackets and jeans with the warlocks logo on their jackets. This is definitely the place.
Biker1: What you want the Warlocks?
Guy1: We are members of the Snowflake set of the Brims, a street gang in Los Santos. I am known as OG Full Metal and these are my Set Captions. We are here to represent our gang leader BrimLow and the entire Brims street gang. I just want a little conference with one of your leaders. We are interested in a business endeavor with ya'll. We were told that there is alot of gun running in these parts and you guys would be a reliable source to run guns through. We figured ya'll would like a cut on the business that way everyone is happy and we minimize the work.
Warlock1: I'll see what I can do. But only one of you enter.
Full Metal: Ok. Capitan Eagletone and Mayflower stay here and get to know a couple folks. Ill go in with... What's your name?
Warlock1: Call me Pinhead.
Full Metal: Ill go in with Pinhead. Be cool homies.
Pinhead leads OG Full Metal inside. Its a medium sized building with a huge bar filled with TVs and pool tables. The room has a sort of grimy tone as it is filled with cigar smoke, the smell of hard liquor, and the unmistakable smell of cocaine. Pinhead leads Full Metal to a backroom office with a large table and chairs. Full Metal sits down and pulls out a blunt.
Full Metal: Mind if I light this up?
Pinhead nods and Full Metal proceeds. Pinhead grabs another member of the Warlocks and whispers something to him. The other member leaves and Pinhead sits down across from Full Metal. They make small conversation while they wait.
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