The Rooks

[Santanaa]

last post looks amazing, keep it up!!

[HeyRavyn]

Edited January 11, 2022 by HeyRavyn

[checkky]

[mayda]

EPIC

[Alannn]

 amazing post,Goodluck 

[WongChan]

Part Two: History

2018-2021

 

To be continued...

[Harley]

 

((For more detail on Charlie's story mentioned in this post, read here: https://forum.eclipse-rp.net/topic/23645-the-rooks/?do=findComment&comment=346345))

((For the point of view of 'The Messenger' read here: https://forum.eclipse-rp.net/topic/23645-the-rooks/?do=findComment&comment=346018))

[HeyRavyn]

Looks amazing Harley, great job! ♥

[UrbanGhost]

The Beginning Of Something New

“How would you like to be the new Entertainment Manager?”

Urban was shocked when Ravyn asked her this, to say the least.
Despite the shock, she accepted the promotion at Club Corruption with little hesitation. This had to be good though, right? She needed a good job after getting dishonourably discharged from the DOC and hitting stores with Salvation night crew wasn’t paying as well as she would’ve liked.

It wasn’t long until the very first event after her promotion.

“Two members of my… family are leaving. It’s a going away party for them.”

Urban was terrified, though she wouldn’t admit it. She barely knew anything about Ravyn’s family. But it meant a lot to her that Ravyn would allow her to work at the event despite how short of a time they’d known each other.

The event went well. The new girls were doing fairly well despite their inexperience. Urban met a few members of the family, all of them being fairly nice to her even though she was a stranger to most of them. Only the masked man intimidated her for a while, his presence making it obvious that he demands respect.

But then Urban saw her. The woman she had only seen once before and didn’t expect to see at all.

Harley Pavlovich.

They started talking. Then they were flirting and dancing together. Everything about Harley drew her in. She was obviously dangerous and Urban knew she had to stay away but she couldn’t help herself. She wanted this girl.

Needless to say, Urban was captivated by her. The other employees started leaving after an hour or two but Urban stayed, talking to the girl she’d quickly become infatuated with.

Eventually Urban noticed drugs floating around, the group becoming a bit rowdier and eventually they started sparring for fun. This made Urban chuckle, remembering how she used to spar with people at the pier long before joining DOC.

Urban ended up being a medic for them. One gets knocked on their ass, she takes care of them until they got taken to the hospital. Eventually they moved their activities down to the beach where there was more space.

She spoke with Ravyn a bit while out there. And she spoke with the intimidating man again and they reached a kind of agreement. She stays loyal to Ravyn and they will be on good terms. Urban already knew she was loyal, so this wasn’t a problem for her at all.

Time went by. Urban started spending more and more time with the Rooks, at first because she wanted to spend more time with Harley but later because she liked how they worked as a group. She made friends in there.

She grew unhappy with being in Salvation. Many people were. One day, they had a meeting and several members, including Urban as well as her brother Damien, left Salvation. Shortly after they were both prospecting for Rooks.

Urban was a prospect for longer than she would’ve liked. But she understood. They needed to be sure she wasn’t joining just for Harley and that she would be an asset to them. It was smart. It was exactly what Urban would have done in their place.

23 October 2021.

That’s the day she was practically kidnapped for her R1. Nervousness overtook her. She had been waiting for this for so long and yet it still terrified her. She already knew she might die if they didn’t deem her worthy. That wasn’t what she was afraid of. She was afraid of what would happen to Harley and if she would be alright. She cared more for that woman than for herself.

Her R1 started at [REDACTED], as they normally did. Halfway through they had to change [REDACTED] due to people being in the area and hearing a heli in the air above them. This gave Urban a moment to breathe. So far she had two no’s and three yes’s. It made her more nervous than she would’ve liked to admit.

When they got to the second location, they continued. Yes. Yes. Yes. It went on. She got another no from Lele, the same person she replaced at Club Corruption as the entertainment manager. Then the same man she found so intimidating all those months ago stepped up to give his vote.

“I’m going to be completely honest. You don’t have assets, you don’t have a business background and your relationship with Harley could be… problematic. It’s a no.”

Then they counted the votes. Four no’s, eight yes’s. Then one member said that she changed her vote while they were moving to the second location. Then the other person that said no at the second location changed her vote to a yes, provided Urban wore the old uniform. Urban quickly agreed.

Two no’s, ten yes’s.

And they were cheering.
And for the first time in months, Urban felt like she belonged.
She felt like she was finally home.

 

Edited February 9, 2022 by UrbanGhost

[Destuin]

[David_Levine]

[David_Levine]

Edited March 21, 2022 by David_Levine

[ShawnsBeard]

[Diego Gonzel]

[skeletee]

Edited April 12, 2022 by skeletee

[skeletee]

[DeeCee]

Now this is something to follow.

 

Good shit guys, keep it up.

[TheLichness]

[David_Levine]

[Diego Gonzel]

 

[Gyromite]

Her body tensed and quivered as she felt wave after wave surge through it. Johnnie probably should of told her that outlet had been faulty since day one. He shrugged and began to produce a pack of Redwood’s as the chefs in the kitchen picked up the new hostess by her arms. She was alright, just a little shock; the chef’s pointed her body toward the door and into one of the couches at the lounge. The head chef glared at Johnnie as he put the cigarette in his mouth, but with a measured and nice tone said, “Ah… no no, Mistah Everdeen, Miss a’ Ravyn will get so a’ mad if you smoke in here! Please go outside!” Johnnie squinted at the man and tried to look menacing, but only felt like a fool. He made his way through the dining area and lounge, nodding to the employees who were cleaning up for the night, and sat outside in the veranda. He took a sip from a small flask in his jacket and tried to rationalize the cost of hiring a contractor for a single outlet versus installing an outlet plug.

Johnnie Everdeen crossed his legs, took a golden Zibbo® lighter from his breastpocket,  and lit up a cigarette as he lost track of himself at sea. The crests of the water spray glittered in the sunset while the droning sound of waves crashing into the large wooden beams underneath him lulled him almost to sleep. He felt his cheeks flush as the last swig of peppermint schnapps made his blood vessels dilate and Johnnie felt a bit paranoid, although the employees usually mistook it for mouthwash if they got too close to him. A sudden caw from a nearby seagull snapped Johnnie partially back into consciousness, just in time as the last hostess was leaving Pearl’s for the night. Taking a drag on his cigarette, he raised his hand in a small, professional wave. At least that’s what he hoped it looked like, his body wasn’t responding well at the moment.

His mind, however, was responding very well. A few months ago one of his house cleaners had almost thrown away one of his most precious possessions, a crude portrait drawn of him on a simple sheet of paper. It was given to him during the last time he took a vacation at the DOC, by someone whose face he could hardly remember. He remembered when he first looked at it the sudden overwhelming feelings of emotion that washed over him, probably helped along by the copious amounts of booze he had been drinking lately. Since then, he started asking for pictures from his friends, and then progressed to asking people on the pier, to actually tracking certain individuals down and persuading them to draw something.

He didn’t know why he liked them, he just did. Subconsciously he knew that he was collecting these drawings as memento's, many of the drawings he had in his possession now were from people who were long gone. Last night he caught himself looking at the picture of another Rook, Frank Morello, and he was overcome by emotion when he thought of the potential of losing the masterpiece. So, in a moment of clarity, he turned on his phone, took a picture, uploaded it, and continued on until had had backups of each. He wasn’t worried about the police tracking him at this house, it was clean as soon as he moved the rest of the… product out. Now, sitting on the back veranda at Pearls and swooning to the beat of the crashing waves, Johnnie decided to make the album of his drawings public. “I wonder if I still have the drawing I got from Commissioner Langly?” he thought to himself as he lit up another cigarette with his gold Zibbo® lighter. 

[fjun333]

Monday the 6th of this wonderful month called June, yes I am still alive surprisingly. Not everything is going according to plan, the frantic memories from the time passed in that Freight just outside Hong Kong still haunt my dreams, daily mental torture, however, this is a story for another time. Today, I felt like getting properly back in business, reconnecting with old friends and associates. 

To be in this sort of business you always need to have your wits about you, situations change drastically, opportunities arise such as resurfaced old friendships and relationships. Earlier today, I had the pleasure of reconnecting with a very old friend of mine, who is trying to create some sort of a new motorcycling business. As always, being the man I am, I offered my help saying that I am open to any type of business legal or illegal. I provided them with a full range of services that I and my organization can provide to them. They were very respectful and kept their curiosity out of the discussions as they knew better than anyone that sometimes ignorance is bliss, the less you know the better. While discussing and negotiating, we all enjoyed drinks in the comfort of my refurbished office. Drink after drink, my visitors were providing me with more information about other organizations such as [REDACTED] and [REDACTED]. The more drunk they became the more I was closer to unlocking their deepest desires in this god forsaken city.  Throughout the conversation, I tried to discipline myself from exposing too much of who I am and what I do specifically.  We finally ended our discussion with an agreement that I will be one of their main sources of laundering, which will in time give them premium benefits and discounts for a various types of weaponry.

It was a great day for business!

[Oveero]

 

Edited June 17, 2022 by Oveero

[HeyRavyn]

[fjun333]

 

It was a sunny July evening, after a couple of meetings with the boss at the under construction hotel in [REDACTED]. It was decided to go for a ride with the Hotel's VIP services limo. Before we start our ride around the turfs we decided to get a quick valet, LSC's valeting was fair, the Limo was shining from afar.

 

As we were driving through Los Santos inspecting our turfs, areas of interest and the city's trending places we came across a good client of ours, someone we knew for a while and is considered trustworthy even at the top echelons of our organization. [REDACTED] was invited into the limo at Legion square, he came in with his girl. The boss was enjoying his blunt, vibing while at the same time being attentive to his guests. 

 

As we were passing through Legion square for the second time, we found old colleagues, from many years ago, the boss was telling us stories of the old times about those guys. Champagne and drugs were flowing freely within our sound proof limo with black tinted windows. As we were approaching Bay View, I noticed the presence of a good client of mine, we stopped in front of him and invited him to join our ride for a while, In order to obtain some valuable information. The Bay View engineers were surrounding our Limo asking to get in. I thought to my self  "just like children asking for free ice cream from an ice cream truck", pathetic. Our guest [REDACTED] seemed intimidated and wasn't compliant to my information gathering effort. At that point I decided to open up a bit and give some information to make him feel a bit more comfortable. Eventually, the man came to see what we need of him and started complying, providing information about a new group that we wanted to deal with.

 

Another successful night, the information gained was valuable. As much as we try to keep our presence hidden, sometimes showcasing our riches acts as a conduit for people to want to do business with us.

Edited July 2, 2022 by fjun333