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Would someone want to drop down a new crime syndicate?

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Bald heads . Return of the business . Ghost from the past . Hugh got caught by surprise by the return of his uncle. Someone relative, someone close is back to Hugh's life. He didn't hesitate, he gave the best for his uncle, buying him a new bike. In return he exchanged it for Daze's hair and his old moonbeam, which Hugh used to do business with. Things would be looking up for the old biker. Hugh cutting Uncles' Dazes' hair He quickly noticed that there were more bikers around the city, as he met one by the city mechanic hive. Hugh had a good chat with the Diablos, but as they were a non-criminal MC, and they were proud of that - Hugh had no real interest in them, just trying not to start a beef. Ex cops, cops, DOC's, and all other badge wearing shmucks shouldn't be flying colours, in Hughs perspective that is. Getting to know the Diablos So Hugh, or Huge, like other members call him, now knew he can get this patches back, it was possible. Immediate action and initiative was taken. Robbing stores was one of the acts, but as it turns out, doing it duo is as bad business as it is a huge risk. "Fuck that, am I right?" - Hugh spoke to his uncle. Stray shop in the middle of nowhere shared this footage with the authorities when they arrived. Hugh selling his prised shotgun to an old friend and the best contact, name? Non-disclosed. When Adam was around (old and respected member), Hugh was his right hand selling weapons. And he grew some skill, had his ways in pushing the arms. Hugh found a niche in the club again, where he could get a supply. He pushed his old stash of 3 .50 glocks and a shooty up front, buying more weapons in advance. Business would start to bloom again. Hugh has no memory of this event But the ghost of the past is always by Hugh's side. Old addictions, old actions and the things that he've done haunts Him every day. Taking amph is the only way for Hugh to feel normal, Whiskey is another drink, please. Hugh is out of control when the day ends, so he just hides, taking heroin to have some rest. Hugh holds his best, but blackouts are the old norm, still.

The Return ⁍ The shot ⦿ The near miss Hugh once wore a patch, that was his pride, that was his identity. He got it from Adam, more than half a year back. It didn't just grew on him, it stuck hard, evolving with 'Enforcer' patch. But after one drunk and drugged out night he woke up with his cuttie torn, a bottle up his ass and a note "You're done" stapled on his jaw. He just knew he fucked up, so he found his bike and left the state. He tried making ends meet elsewhere, finding various jobs as a trash-collector, mechanic assistant, but it was just not the life for him. So he decided to go back, because in his eyes it has always been ride or die. Hugh came back to Stab city. Many things changed, and there were no members he really knew, so he decided to help anyone he can in the way he knows best - selling some straps with ammunition. One member really needed the money and had a gun that he needed to sell. Hugh dug up his old contacts and one picked up, sealing the deal. Handing over envelope with 11 grand inside. He found out that a very old prospect that he knew a little ran the club now. He was in good terms with old refuge H. Club president and other high ranks welcomed the old member warmly and said that he can stick around, and that there is a decision to be made here. Obviously the club was doing great and the club didn't need Hugh as much as Hugh needed the club. But due pleasant welcome he decided that he has a living chance to get back in. Hugh talking with President eye-to-eye So the wait has begun. Hugh was very nervous while he waited for the verdict, he haven't slept for more than two hours each day, and it was starting to get to him. On the fourth day he started boosting his mood with amph, so he would be still functional, taking few sniffs of the dust every 3 hours. Hugh became in good terms with most of the crew, even few new hangies. He met a hangie named Costa, who gladly accept a challenge to a fight. Outcome of the fight Hugh enjoyed the fact that the club is doing well, and just received the verdict - he can try for a patch, starting off as a hangaround again. He slept for 3 days straight, like a baby. Now he's back on the sanded corner of most bad-ass low-lifers place, trying to earn his way back in.

Damn, this gang rises again. I wish you to keep up with the legacy.

2021-03-22 Just a quick update to the community that I respect and love <3: I left roleplay half a year ago, cause I got kicked out of Lost MC OOC'ly. My life was a wreck to say the least it gave to my behavior. It took me a while to get back on my feet, but now I'm happier than ever. Coming back to roleplay with you guys for a week, since I got a stomach infection and am off work. Please say Hi if ya' meet me! Take care and I am always wishing you best.

For a flower to bloom a second time, it needs to wait out the winter. Adam reaches to Hugh, and takes a paper bag with 13 grand cash inside of it. Club was not doing well, members being out of town most of the time, just Adam, Dre, few prospects, Hugh and Paul was holding the burden of the club on their shoulders. Since club needed money to survive, Adam walked on a limb and brought Hugh into gun business. At first - they started small - selling few pieces in the street, for 13 grand a piece. Alongside supplying streets with guns Hugh did casual runs with few member/other meetings, watching them over, standing in the same spot for hours, keeping everything in sight. Even though there were not many members around, the quality of the members who were around counted. Hugh never felt left alone, there was always someone around. And as Adam said - when you're with us - you're safe. Even when Adam spoke well to the council about Hugh, they did not mean to rush the decision of patching Hugh, giving him his prospect patch. So Hugh just did everything he could, kept his mouth shut, and kept going. Every occasional Adam's cheer up was great for Hugh, it kept him going, and the bond between Hugh and Adam grew greatly. So great in fact, that Hugh started selling big stashes of ammunition and weaponry. He was doing it all for the club, not even taking a cut, that he could have asked. I was in so deep, the days of hangaround felt like being the hard working prospect around. The business was not always just wine and roses. Few clues gave Hugh out to the police, but the, now settled middle aged biker, knew what he was doing, and Hugh never got into a deep trouble. And the day came. Hugh received his [Prospect] patch. It was old Adam's patch, and it meant the world to Hugh. Since H was very close with Adam, he dared to ask Ad' to let him pass his [Hangaround] Cuttie to Paul. And Adam agreed. It was a heartwarming moment, when Hugh took Paul's meaningless cutie, and wrapped him with his ol' hangaround one. They had a moment. But just few hours later, as Hugh later realised, Jax, the club VP was discussing the huge comedown of the club with Adam, the most immersed member of the club. And Hugh prospect days only lasted few hours, when Adam convinced Jax to go on a limb and patch over Hugh in that moment. They needed members who would be around, not just wearing a patch and doing day to day jobs. It soon came to be obvious Hugh will make it as an Enforcer of the club. Unexpectedly everyone was on board with this heavy decision for Jax's. Here's a moment of Hugh landing the one right hook to Dre, after getting his ass kicked. Few prospects got their club colours. that Jax is nervous, you would have seen it in his eyes, but his eyes were under the shades, and a biker smile was cracked on his face, congratulating new members. All in hope to make the club boom again.

Thank you for providing quality role-play. When my character met you for the first time, I literally got chills in my spine, surroundings and timing was just perfect. I am grateful that you've allowed me to share some of our moments in your topic. ♠ Poker ☠ Booze stolen vehicle and bars |||| Hugh came back to Los Santos after a poker tour in which they both participated and got kicked out, after a drunken fight that erupted by the 8th table, when a player caught Paul gesturing Hugh to fold. They got busted cheating, and after a brawl with bunch of security officers (all was shown live on the GoPoker website), they decided to come back to good ol' city. They played a while here, and played quite well, getting a nice stack of cash in poker tournament, but that was pretty much it. Until Hugh met Jack, local biker, that was livin' Hugh's dream - riding in a motorcycle club (Hugh's bike's the red one). And after a quick and respectful chatter Hugh met up with Jack later in the evening, had a couple of beers and flang some fishing rods around. Paul was also interested in joining up with an MC, since he felt renounced by everyone else... He wasn't very bright or decent looking, a low-lifer, it seems. But when Hugh arrived at the said spot to meet Jacks associates, his heart stopped. It was a dark and dreary night, wolves howling in the distance, biker engines quietly turning to Hugh's heavy heartbeat. Trailers around him were rusty, and you could see a dead rat hanging on ones' abandoned trailers drain pipes. The view was horrific. Bald headed newcomer Hugh slowly shuffled to his bike, reaching in the saddlebag, taking out a whiskey filled flask. Few deep chugs and it was empty, leavin' him dazed, unaware, but at least, from the looks of it, calm. Paul and Hugh was welcomed by the crew, and they showed him that there's a way to earn some extra, oil stained cash from a shady mechanic, who bought stolen car parts. Paul was quickly custom to his tools provided by the MC and soon began bringing cars to the chop-shop with Hugh alongside. All seemed that it's goin' somewhere. But soon enough they got busted. Pulling up a major stunt, trying to steal a high-end vehicle, Paul and Hugh was seen on sight. They split on foot, and, since Paul already did some time, Hugh decided that this time he'll take the blame. Hugh stopped behind Paul, letting him escape. Prison sentence? 3 years. Time in prison slows down. Not much to be done there, just a few occasional creepers trying to get a hold of your stamps, but nothing that much else. As he made a few friends in prison, Hugh mostly hanged around monkey bars and did a ton of pullups. Time passed by, and Hugh came out of the prison with a new religion - crime.

My wife and I talked and we decided I should not RolePlay any more. The kids are scared that "daddy will start doing meth agian" and my psyciatrist dont want that. Lock and archive this thread.

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Holla.

As a LS-RP player since 2011, I've noticed that RP level of this server is not yet up to LS-RP quality standards. But we are getting there, with more RP orientated factions rise. Like my own faction, based solely on IC events (not to brag about myself).

UPDATED: OUR GOALS (( ~~~~ MAKE LOS SANTOS A PLACE TO BE - IN PROGRES. ~~~ )) (( GET SUM TIDDIES - IN FUCKING PROGRESS ~~~~~~)) MET A NICE DUDE. GOT HIGH ON METH

This faction pushed forward quite a bit. New screenshots are comming.

This is not character section. You should write this story there. Here you should intro yourself OOC.