Salvation

[Netlok]

After meeting with some of the different groups around the city who had shown interest in Chad joining them, he made the decision to join his new girlfriend's upcoming group due to the similar views they held on uprooting the corruption in the city. He spent a couple days running operations with them and while he enjoyed spending time with Melody and her group, he felt a disconnect with how they tended to operate. These feelings culminated into an eye opening moment during a conversation at the pier with Reggie King. Reggie poignantly asked Chad if this was the life and reputation he really wanted for himself, explaining the struggles Reggie himself faces in his daily life due to the notorious history he has developed.

 

Chad began to think heavily on his choices, everyone else in the criminal underworld had been excited to see him back to his old ways except for Reggie. He looked back on himself and thought of his friends in white that he had been supportive of all this time. The reputation and respect of individuals like Chase, Jackie and others from Salvation had from both sides of the law was something he found admirable and desired for himself. After a tough conversation later that day with Melody, Chad's time in the Underground came to a close and he began to look towards the next chapter in his life. 

 

He informed Salvation of his decision to rejoin their cause and was welcomed back with open arms, starting back as a recruit in the group once helped create. Having left Weazel and having no other obligations stopping him, Chad began to dedicate his time to learning how the family has grown in his absence and how he could best help them with the connections he had built.

[ChronoFunk]

The Ropes

Felix jolts up in his bed, awoken by the sound of crashing thunder; his mind still goes back to the day of his cousin Reggie's funeral, the fateful day that pushed him to pursue the path he is on. The words of the priest as they lower his casket down into that final, 6 foot grave. His eyes open once more, somehow having made it to the bathroom in his half asleep state he cups his hands, filling them with warm water and begins to splash his face before looking at his reflection, water droplets dripping from the tip of his nose "7770 to Dispatch" he smirks. Before he has a chance to finish his thoughts he hears his phone ping, his eyes turning to the corner of the room and then back to his reflection. He closes his eyes and sighs before continuing about his routine. "No time for peace" he mutters to himself.

Upon arriving at the pre-determined location he is greeted by his new family, the pleasantries are cut short by the arrival of who the others refer to as "Widow". "Listen up people!" she exclaims, "Today we are doing some training, I don't care if you think you are good, this isn't optional". Felix smirks to himself under his mask, the others had been hesitant on getting to know Felix considering his background, which he always expected but finally something he can prove his worth at. His thoughts were cut short once again by Widow "give us your GPS's, we will call out locations and you will make your own way there" she continued "too often are we blindly following our GPS and just sticking to the line and this needs to change". Felix was very familiar with this, it's basic pursuit protocol to not just follow your GPS, that with his experience as a pilot he was extremely comfortable with this task.

Locations were reeled off 1 after the other, to avoid people following each other they were told to go in a staggered pace. Felix would usually be 1 of the first to arrive, slowly followed by his peers 1 at a time. Sometimes a few would get lost but that's completely okay. "It's easy to forget that everybody has to start somewhere" he thinks to himself as he waits for the others to arrive at each location, "A little wet behind the ears but these are good people and that is what is important" he continued. The day continued but with increasing improvement, he was happy with the progress and even more so happy to have a chance to prove his experience has value.

The day drew to a close, people made their excuses and left to attend to other responsibilities before only a handful were left, as dusk began to draw in the mood turned naturally solemn, 1 voice broke the small conversations that were being had, "Who's up for a race?". Immediately Felix looks up, his eyes peering upwards in a moment of pondering, he had always considered himself a competent driver. He interrupted his own thoughts by exclaiming without hesitation "Fuck it, why not". As pushes down on the balls of his feet, turning on the spot and heading towards his vehicle a brief moment of reminisce overcomes him, beginning with a tingle in his stomach, working its way up his spine and finally to the hairs on the back of his neck. "Reggie would have liked this".

 

[itsalienboi]

The End of a Dream

The night is still, a single car sits in the observatory parking lot. Alan sat in the front seat in his hands a jersey that reads 'Crozen' across the back. Observatory had become a 2nd home to him but at this moment he felt like a stranger to the track he had driven over a thousand times. Alan had spoke confidently in front of the crew attempting to keep a strong front as their leader, but knew without Kopi there was no way that Street Dreamers would continue. Alan folds the jersey and places it in the glovebox. Street Dreamers was the only thing that had kept him legal straying him from the other side of the law, without it his path was unclear.

'Alan, what is ACTUALLY stopping you from joining the family'

Alan had been working with Salvation for a few weeks up to this point, he calls Chase and asks him if there was anything he needed help with that night. Chase presented the question Alan hadn't fully evaluated internally "What is stopping you from joining Salvation?" The question hit him like a train all of the air leaving his chest, after inhaling Alan's mind had cleared and in a confident tone he responded 'nothing, I'm ready.' The smile that grew on Chase's face was audible through the phone as he instructed Alan to put on something white, and head up to overlook and not say a word. Alan entered the lot and promptly stepped into the circle of faces he knew all to well. Jackie raises a brow turning to him "Is that who I think it is...?" , as Alan removes the white T shirt tied around his face Chase proudly exclaims "Meet the newest member of Salvation"

 

[risk]

 

 

 

She hadn't been foolish enough to think it would never happen. One does not enter the criminal world expecting to forever maintain their innocence and Jacqueline Drakk was far from an idiot. It had been only a matter of time.

What Jacqueline hadn't anticipated was the downfall of her legal standing not on the heels of a mistake despite hours of meticulous planning but on the lips of a trusted friend who let something slip to the wrong person. 

 

 

 

It all began with an apartment raid while she'd been sleeping elsewhere and a stash of tables tucked away in safes located at the back of the closet discovered. A few calls to trusted sources in law enforcement and a visit to the courthouse later and Jacqueline knew it was only a matter of time until a warrant was placed for her arrest and she was charged. Four days later, while in pursuit of a stolen vehicle with her family, she found herself surrounded by cruisers and police telling her to step out of the car. 

"What am I being charged with, exactly?" she'd asked the man in front. He wouldn't answer her, choosing instead to throw only a penal code at her as if she had any earthly idea what that meant in the here and now. It wasn't until she was on her way to the DOC did the kinder officer pull over and explain it all- manufacturing narcotics, a year in prison, $2,000 in fines- a felony. It all seemed fairly cut and dry, really. The only thing Jacqueline could not figure out was how. 

The apartment they'd raided was far from loaded with their belongings. It was their home; the one property they owned that really saw no illegal activity. They watched their backs when entering and exiting the elevator, they never carried anything suspicious in and out of the lobby. Why there? Why that one? Why was the search warrant so broad it covered nearly any illegal thing she could have possibly possessed? What did they know? 

As she waited for her contacts to return with the answers she needed, Jacqueline did what she did best. She began to weave another story in the chance there was a possibility the charges could be removed. After all, Donnie had said to the officers who had raided the apartment everything in there belonged to him. He knew what she'd try to do the moment the door had been broken down and he knew her well. He'd promised her when she left the legal life for him he'd do whatever needed done to protect her and Jacqueline knew he kept his promises. 

 

 

 

A public fight. Statements casually littered to everyone she spoke with in regards to the situation she had no idea the tables were there. Friends and colleagues drawn into the loop that their marriage was having issues and she was furious over what had been stored inside their home. An accidental fall that led to an impromptu trip to the CRU where she bemoaned marital issues and secrets that were tearing them apart, punctuated with a nervous admission she was hoping their visit could be kept off the record. 

Everything was set up to bring an imaginary scenario to the courts: Jacqueline had no idea Donnie was storing those items in the apartment and upon their discovery, she had been so angry... they had separated. The anguish over the downfall of their marriage had led to what most believed to be a suicide attempt and every breadcrumb since her arrest had corroborated the story. She knew her prints were nowhere on those safes. She'd never even accessed them and their location was such it was easy to believe she hadn't even known the safes themselves existed. 

Had she not gotten the answers she needed 24 hours later, it would have been a hell of a fight. When they came, however, everything came to a standstill. 

 

 

 

"[REDACTED]'s name is all over the sign off on your warrant," they'd said after being promised Jacqueline would seek no revenge on the person who had been her downfall. As she stood there surrounded by her family casting her concerned looks while the color drained from her skin, Jacqueline felt pinpricks running up her spine and she felt dizzy. 

"I appreciate you, [REDACTED]. I promise no one will know their name," she hung up and turned without a word to walk to the back of the Observatory. Anger shot through her limbs as she took a few deep breaths, her gaze drifting over the city. Whatever plans she'd created were dropped then and there. She'd always been a painfully careful woman- it was how she'd gone six months as High Command of Salvation with her weapons license and a clean record. 

 

 

 

It was over now, at the hands of someone else, and there was comfort somewhere deep within the betrayal. It hadn't been her own mistake and she was going to make damn sure she never spent another day in jail as she turned back and returned to her family with a forced smile painted on her lips. There was work to be done. 

 

 

 

 

 

[Brody King]

Awesome read my friend 

 

[ChronoFunk]

A Test Of Trust

Screeching tires and the aroma of burning rubber fill the air, 4 vehicles come hurtling around the corner, neck and neck to the finish line arranged in a fashion that resembles a well choreographed dance of heaps of metal and grinding gears. Felix slaps the timer on his dashboard and offers himself a small nod of approval as if that makes any difference, "2 minutes 42" he ponders for a short second, "Not amazing but improvements are being made" he continues, almost like he is trying to convince himself of the fact. His brief moment of thought is broken by the sound of a familiar, Italian voice that he had not heard for what feels like an age. "No. Fucking. Way" the female exclaims. Felix looks up, his face snapping onto the the woman's features. "Fuck..." he mutters to himself under his breath.

 

A wall of bodies block the way, each person attempting to talk to the Detective, her gaze does not break from Felix for a second, a burning anger fills her eyes. He walks towards the cruiser and leans into it, before his lips could part to even mutter a word to her, "What's the matter? Rooks not good enough? Mama Pavlovich didn't do it for you?". Felix thinks for a short moment, unable to formulate a sentence, all he can opt for is "Hello, Grace...". Even more furious at his lack of effort she exclaims louder "You disappear for a year, you don't say a single word to me and the best you can come up with is 'Hello'?", her rant his cut short by Chase stepping behind Felix, he leans over and states in a calm manner "What ever you guys have, take it elsewhere". Felix tilts his head back and acknowledges Chase before turning his attention back to Grace. "You free right now? I owe you an explanation." he says, in a softer voice this time. She offers him no nod nor shake of the head, she simply states "Great Ocean Highway pier, the small 1. Don't be late". Felix immediately walks to his vehicle and heads to the destination, the feeling of burning eyes searing into the back of his head not gone unnoticed by him. He'll deal with that when he gets back.

 

Felix arrives at the location, determined to be there first. He casually walks half way down the pier and finds a small spot, leaning his body weight onto the rail as he closes his eyes and takes the moment of silence to enjoy the fresh sea air, allowing it to fill his lungs before exhaling out. Lifting his watch parallel with his eyes he looks at the time as he gradually becomes impatient of waiting, 5 minutes, 10 minutes, 15 minutes pass before he finally hears the arrival of a vehicle at the entrance of the small pier. His gaze remains onwards out to the ocean, enjoying the last few moment of peace before he knew an awkward conversation was about to ensue.

 

Without Hesitation Grace lashes out at Felix, she strikes him on the left side of his face with her right palm, he does not react, accepting the slap as justified punishment for his actions. He returns his gaze to her with a apologetic look, she continues to lash out "Asshole! You were the 1 who set all this in motion, you were the 1 who inspired me to become a Detective and then you treat me like that!". Her fists would fall to her side as she clenches them. "You could have called me, you could have told me you were leaving. You didn't say a word, you just left..." her voice would be more sombre and cold this time, the anger draining away from her. Felix exhales the breath he had been holding in the entire time that she was scolding him. "I'm sorry" he says shakily. "I don't know what else to say, I didn't know what to say." 

 

The conversation would continue, the tension beginning to ease and having got her answers her eyes would turn to the colour of his coat. "So you're Salvation now?" she asks as a matter of fact. Unconvincingly Felix shakes his head before her questions continue, he almost begins to answer before realising what she was doing. He smiles to himself before stating "I see I trained you well" he takes another breath in "this was a personal meeting and I wish for it to stay like that. I respect you and I hope you got the answers you needed". Felix pushes his weight against the railing and turns on his foot before making his way to the entrance of the pier, tilting his head to the side slightly looking behind him to see if Grace was following.

 

The drive back to the HQ was a long 1, "time to go and face the music" he thought to himself as he pulls into the entrance. The glaring eyes of Donnie and Jackie meet his, their arms crossed in a defensive stance. "Fuck..." he exclaims to himself once more, "only 1 day in and already having secret meetings with Detectives" he laughs uncomfortably to himself. What unfortunate timing. He reassures the couple that nothing was said that shouldn't have been but he chooses to leave out the part where he almost slipped up. "There is no need to rock the boat any more than I already have" he thinks to himself as he continues to explain what events had transpired to the 2 that watched on with eager, un-trustful eyes. These eyes were no stranger to Felix, trust needs to be earned, even more so for somebody with his particular... background.

 

 

 

[atw3ll]

Part 1: A new Beginning

 

As he sat there, the pale moonlight washing over his new white clothes, Cleetus was deep in thought. He contemplated what brought him to this place, to this group of individuals unlike any others in the city.  He knew this is where he wanted to be, but would they accept him considering his past? Soon Cleetus would find out, waiting there seemed like an eternity, hearing hushed voices discussing his future, all he could think about was his past.

Not the previous gang and all the issues that came with that, not the friends turned to distant acquaintances seemingly over night. He wasn't reliving his prison sentences, or months in the hospital recovering from gunshot wounds. As he closed his eyes he was seemingly transported to what now felt like a hazy memory of a life and family he would never see again.  

 

 

Flashback to the farm: A simpler time, A simpler man

Cleetus Johnson lived a simple life, he grew up on his grandparents farm, helping his grandfather whenever he could. Early in his life his parents were taken from this world, at this point they were but a distant memory and a handful of old photographs to Cleetus. As his grandfather grew older, Cleetus could tell the farm work was becoming too much for him. Less and less of the fields were planted in each coming year. Less animals filled the once lively stables. One thing was growing on the Johnson farm though, debt.

Cleetus is a lot of things, but a farmer, a farmer was something Cleetus never considered himself. After a long talk with his grandfather by the fire one night, with a once full bottle of bourbon laying empty next to the pit, the Johnson's decided it was time for Cleetus to leave this small town and finally see some of the world. Cleetus had dreams of going to Los Santos, instantly becoming a wealthy man,
driving back to the farm in a sports car, bag of money in hand to rid his grandfather of his debtors. Old man Johnson knew the truth though, and Cleetus would soon find out.

 

Cleetus was not sent to the city in a desperate attempt to save the farm, he was sent there by his grandfather to spare him the pain of those final days. To save a young man who had lost so much already from witnessing first hand the inevitable final breathe of the last person close to him, and the bulldozers that would follow days later, clearing an entire families legacy to build a shopping  mall. Cleetus packed his bags, with that silly youthful optimism visible all over his face, waved goodbye to his grandfather and set out for the city. A single tear fell from the old mans eye that day, landing on the soil bellow. Unbeknownst to Cleetus, that was the last drop of water the dying farmland would receive under the Johnson name, and the last time that Cleetus would feel the embrace of the man who shaped him into the man he was today.

 

Salvation Is Here

Cleetus was abruptly brought back to the real word as he heard "Mr. Johnson?" in that unmistakable 'mom voice'. He inhaled deeply as he rose to his feet, wondering what the decision would be. "This lady is impossible to read" he thought to himself "how is she the sweetest person ever, and the scariest at the same time?". He looked into her eyes, sure that the gentle letdown was coming. He would understand. His flaws were many, and mistakes were countless. He wanted more than anything to turn his life around, to help people, to be near his dearest friend, to not have to wash blood off his cloths every night. Did they believe he was sincere though? Did he convince them that in his heart this was truly what he wanted, no, needed in his life? "I want you to come with me and meet a few people Cleetus" she said, a slight smile briefly appearing on her face. Cleetus sighed with relief, his life was never going to be the same again, this time for the better. For Cleetus Johnson, Salvation is finally here.

 

 

[sunny240]

[SkyeFuryy]

Oh wow! I’m loving all these character developments, and there is a lot of effort put into the writing of them. Looks amazing guys, well done 

Edited October 30, 2021 by SkyeFuryy

[Ajax]

Really cool posts, Loved reading about some people i interact with on daily basis. Keep it up

[Netlok]

 

Two if by sea...

It seemed like business as usual, another day, another shipment filled with the supplies needed for the daily operations of Salvation to be picked up. Noticing the location of the drop the group decided to risk an aquatic approach to the location. The team got in place with scouts on land making sure the area was secure to ensure everything went smoothly. After given the signal it was clear the small Dinghy driven by Chad and Amber came swooping in to pick up the crates filled with the valuable supplies. Once loaded to the brim the boat was out as quick as it came. From there it was smooth sailing back to a safe location to unload the goods with no risk of being pulled over.

[DoubleA]

The Final Four

 

Everything in Salvation was at a standstill. At the seams, it looked like it was over. The people that had worked so hard to create a vision lay dead on the floor. Nobody knew what would happen, nobody thought that the name "Salvation" would continue past that moment. Even at that moment, thoughts came through Chase's mind of where he would go next. Would he leave it all behind and start life somewhere else? Would he create his own group and relive his days of LFM, Aztecas, even Zetas? Or would he take what he knew and join another organization.. These questions were up in the air for only a few moments before a woman that caught his eye weeks ago leaned into his ear and said only a few words, little did he know, these words would carry him on and make his decision for him.

Minds were racing, thoughts that are confined to the skull seemed to spill out with rambling words, yet during the confusion of what we had all just witnessed, everyone in the room was presented a question.

"Who is going to take over as the leader?"

*Mutters filled the room...*

"You." -- Those were the only words that could be heard as Chase zoned out, adrenaline filling his body. The figures standing around him blurred out, and immediately thoughts raced through his mind. "How am I going to fix this... How am I going to succeed.." 

From the cluster of 8 high command to choose from, that now was lowered to 5 after 3 of the original high command members lay in pools of blood, Chase put 3 names on the table, all three were there, standing by his side during the whole encounter, two of them being the closest people that Chase could relate to, the other, the person who risked his life to get me into Salvation in the first place.

From this moment on, the goal was retribution, the rebuild, the rise, of Salvation, not the way [REDACTED] had envisioned, but better.

[ToriHatake_]

Great work guys! Can't wait to see how the restructure goes!

[risk]

 

 

i was born to play this game

 

"I've never seen a group that takes the moral high ground make it as far as you all have." 

"I heard she was placed as High Command of [REDACTED] after a week... who does that?" 

"All we're going to do is give them a stern talking to, what the fuck does it matter anyway?"

"Salvation doesn't like anyone with guns and immediately thinks they're the enemy." 

"At some point we're going to have to put our foot down and fight back if they keep talking shit." 

"Is Salvation doing okay? I heard y'all lost quite a few members recently." 

"What do y'all DO anyway? Sit around and wait for trouble?"

"I never expect anyone to be happy here for long. What we do is hard."

"Ego plays such a huge part in those that have left."

 

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Jacqueline had known so little about the criminal world when she'd been brought into Salvation. She'd never so much as held a gun in her hands by the time she was voted in to High Command and had only fired it once upon the death of Messiah. Everything she'd learned, everything she'd created had been through months of trial and error: creating maps and processes and protocols by talking to trusted sources of information while twisting the knowledge and talents she possessed to best suit the position she now held. More than once, she'd almost walked away. 

It had taken countless sleepless nights to grow into the woman she was now, forged by the conflict and the drama that came with running a successful organization who chose violence only when necessary and didn't engage in games born of ego. Jacqueline was a firm believer in the power of being underestimated. From the outside looking in, no one really knew what Salvation did. They knew nothing of the vast network of associates they held within the city from all walks of life who would do nearly anything were they only to ask nor the files of information they held on dozens of individuals that could dismantle their entire existence from the inside out if they chose to continue their corrupt actions. 

And now, as she sat in the darkened living room with the whispers of things said since she'd donned the color white echoing loudly in her head, Jacqueline couldn't help but smile softly at the nothingness surrounding her.

Peaceful and democratic did not mean weak. It was a difficult lesson to learn, one Jacqueline had come to realize many never would, no matter how many times she said it. 

Death is the easy solution. You don't suffer your choices from a single bullet between the eyes. 

 

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There was a poetic beauty in it, really. Even those who had left Salvation in search of greener pastures didn't truly understand. She leaned over to switch the lamp on the living room table, the dim light illuminating a simple jar that had been purchased for a single purpose. 

It would hold the tongue of someone who had betrayed them soon enough and they'd never see it coming.

After all... Salvation was just a fishing gang who hated guns. 

 

 

Edited November 16, 2021 by Jacqueline Drakk

[Massa T]

Always love reading the RP posts here!! 

[JellyFaun]

You guys never cease to be amazing. Quality roleplayers, amazing character concepts and all around a unique and poetic gang. Miss hanging with you guys and so proud and impressed at how much Salvation has grown. 

[GluhenRose]

Return to main menu - New game

 

As Evelynn continued her stay in UG, working as a command in training, she grew closer to the organizations they worked with, understanding what their values are, and how they handle business.

As time went by she started feeling out of place, Undergrounds methods were loud while she preferred staying hidden, working in the shadows, and these differences weighed heavily on her.

Continuing to gather information, Salvation piqued her interest, the people, their methods, their ideals, it almost seemed like a perfect fit, she knew it wouldn't have been easy, but that didn't stop her.

Insecure and afraid as she was of hurting her family's feelings, she tried communicating these thoughts, that she wanted to find something that fit her more, that Salvation seemed to be somewhere she would belong, but in doing so, she failed, giving rise to her downfall.

Quickly rumors spread around her, people started raising eyebrows and accusations bigger than she could ever be.

[Redacted] decided to test her, to prove her loyalty to the family, in which she failed.

They set her up, Evelynn had a good intent, but her performance wasn't as pleasing as it could've been, her attempt at avoiding conflict was seen as betrayal, and rightfully so, she was quickly brought on a rooftop, held at gunpoint by her now ex family and robbed, she had to pay the consequences of her mistakes.

She was then brought to [Redacted], where Salvation was having a meeting, as they quickly de-escalated the situation, putting Evelynn in safe hands.

With tears in her eyes she demanded explanations, she couldn't believe something like that would happen when she only had good intentions, she couldn't understand, but yet her eyes filled with sadness and sorrow.

Her eyes hadn't stopped shining though, as she couldn't give up just yet..

[GluhenRose]

A Month of hiatus

As [Redacted]'s recruitment was closed, she decided to take some time to herself.

(Not like she had a choice)

She spent her time picking herself back up with the help of her boyfriend, trying to pass the days as they go, finding something to do.

She tried building her name up in the family, she helped them as much as she could and in the meanwhile she kept her network alive, continuously speaking with people, while also getting to know another, more legal, kind of family.
She spent her time studying and networking to join both of those families, spent a lot of time socializing and making friends, her biggest strength being her companion, her one and only, and the person that could keep her motivated through it all.
The days felt as slow as ever but eventually she managed to get hired at a government company, she was happy about it, finally she had something to do.

Funnily enough, the next day she received a call from [Redacted], intriguing to say the least.
Soon they met up and had a quick but important conversation, she was commended for what she had done for the family, she was informed recruitment was open, her face lit up as she heard the words "Welcome to the family".
Her new start finally arrived, and she couldn't be more ready.
 

[MagnusThorson]

"I Think I might have Narcolepsy"
 

Magnus wakes up in a bush just outside of the city limits, wondering why and where he is. His first thought was "Fuck where's my stuff". Fumbling through his pockets and in the brim of his hat, he finds his possessions in tact but his sanity seems to have been misplaced. The thoughts frequenting his mind from "What am I doing" to "Why am I doing this". The only constant he has had in his life is Salvation.. The many men and women out there to keep the city safe from corruption. Every time something is set up or in the works, Magnus seems to be ready, but wake up hours later in a completely opposite direction. Thinking it's time to get checked out, Magnus found his way towards Pillbox, speaking to a doctor about his sleep patterns and what has been happening.

"Overwork" was the diagnosis. Didn't make sense, it feels as though Magnus hasn't done much work to begin with lately, but maybe the past times and ages through his upbringing in Salvation is starting to finally catch up to him. The loss of memory, or the loss of time seems to really kick his ass, but that's no "fucking" excuse to stop doing what he did best. Be there for the ones who were there for him. Whenever given the chance he'll ask if there's anything he can help with. Instead of fishing or farming for hours on end, he takes time to drive around the city to observe. 

"It's the thought that counts, the little things that help"

Till he's dead, he's not gonna stop working as best as he could, even though Magnus is 95% sure he has Narcolepsy. It boggles his mind as he drives down the Great Ocean highway, seeming to always have energy to have sleep deficits. His head is always running at 100 mph, and it just doesn't make sense. But he'll for sure be the one to step up to the plate when shit gets going. He has a family of people to take care of, and to be cared for himself. Even though he's known these people for no more than a few months, he's felt as though in a past life, they were always friends, always comrades, always together. His heart goes out to the people who've been there for him constantly, so Magnus probably felt the need to do the same.

 

"It's the little things"

 

[risk]

 

Jacqueline didn't believe in coincidence. There were patterns throughout all the chaos if one looked hard enough and that week in particular had raised a number of red flags in her mind. It all started with a text from [REDACTED], claiming she had been reached out to by old family for some help. It followed swiftly with the name of an organization she'd never before heard despite all her time in the city- [REDACTED ORGANIZATION]- that was claiming to have spies in nearly every group in the city with roots as deep as the government itself. Sprinkle in a once-enemy coming out of the blue to apologize for his actions in the hopes of recruitment to the very organization he'd tormented and a chance encounter with a complete stranger asking to be killed in cold blood on the pier because of [REDACTED ORGANIZATION] she'd just heard of the day before and it all seemed too... quaint. Something wasn't adding up. 

It only took a few days and a few texts from trusted allies and Salvation members before their HQ was located. And as their ally drove them past the sprawling building, [REDACTED] spoke of the fancy cars they possessed and the seemingly infinite pockets at their disposal. [REDACTED] spoke of the people they knew, the organizations they were watching, their very reason for existence. The irony that Salvation was nowhere on a list containing nearly everyone in the city was not lost on her and she smiled despite herself. Jacqueline made note of the location as they drove away and several hours later, she and Donnie were driving in with a note in hand. 

The paper was tucked on a table underneath the gazebo, safe from the falling snow, and they departed the area as quickly as they came. The snow had blanketed the city of Los Santos for a week now but as the mystery HQ disappeared in the rearview mirror, she couldn't help but feel there was an even bigger storm coming.

Now it was just a matter of waiting to see whether or not they took the first round of bait. 

 

Edited December 13, 2021 by Jacqueline Drakk

[dominykas]

Short, but to the point! Nevertheless I'm very interested where this will lead further. Best of luck  

[risk]

 

It had started with nothing more than the combined determination of a handful of people as they stood around a table littered with the blood of their old leader.

Salvation was a pretty dream, a glimmering hope of something different in the city, led by two opposites who loved each other enough to admit they hated one another some days. Their shadows and light were meant to create a beautiful portrait of gray all members of Salvation walked as they tried to make a real difference in a place that seemed hopeless more often than not. And for six months, Jacqueline and Chase tried their best to meet in the middle. Organizations rose and fell as they trudged on through the internal issues, the external threats, the restructures and the chaos. Somewhere along the way... they lost themselves. How does one continue to bend without inevitably breaking? 

They couldn't have been more different and as the months carried on, Salvation became more and more divided. Jacqueline could feel it in the depths of her soul. She could feel her members breaking, her own heart following not long after. She watched herself and Chase chip away pieces of who they were until they barely recognized one another anymore. 

It had started with a meeting born of frustration. Something had to give. Chase had told Jacqueline if his stepping away was best for Salvation, he would do so. She had told him the same. Both stood adamant that the other was more needed and deserved the chance to lead the organization they desired. 

Everyone present voiced their opinions. In the end four chose one leader, two refrained, and one chose another. A decision was made that night- Jacqueline was to take over Salvation and Chase would be her second in command. 

 

 

It lasted less than a day. Jacqueline awoke the next morning to a call over the radio for a meeting at their HQ. When she arrived, the message became quite clear: they didn't know her. If she were to lead, Salvation risked losing everything they had worked to obtain since the death of Messiah and though it would take hours of circular conversations afterwards to finally end, Jacqueline made her decision long before she left Overlook that day for the last time. 

The dream of Salvation was polarized between its members and six months ago, she had voted Chase Allen in as its leader. It was time to let him live his dream the way he wanted to live it. It was time for her to live her own dream the way she wanted to live it.  He wanted those men they'd formed relationships with and worked so hard to fill orders for. She did not. 

 

 

She'd find herself a few hours later, surrounded by men who had pledged their loyalty to her dream and had no desire to be in a Salvation that changed, and watched as they all thanked Chase for the opportunities before leaving themselves. Their masks were placed on the snowy ground and for a long while they just stared at one another. 

 

 

No one knew what the future held but what Jacqueline did know was this.

 

 

Something within the city of Los Santos was broken. To fix it, one needed to be whole themselves. 

Edited December 23, 2021 by Jacqueline Drakk

[Brody King]

always enjoy reading your posts

[Hanro]

New year, new Jackie. Great posts as always.

[Ash]

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