Rayan Doyle's Story

A lone motorbike that was painted black with numerous green symbols painted on the side was parked up on one of the spaces behind the beach, a shotgun was leaning against it. A tall figure squatted on the beach with a smoke in it's hands. The figure was the leader of the newly instated club of the Gae Ceann; a gang of bikers with almost zilch to lose.

Benjamin stood up and took a deep breath of smoke, frowning at the waves.

On the breeze carried the faintest of hums. Was it a melody, or was it a rhythm? Either way, it sounded as if it was getting closer...

No sooner had it begun than it was upon the ears of Dullahan as if whispered from behind. It was then, just a kick off from shore, the sea began to churn. A wave boiling unto itself while rolling towards the stretches of sand. The wind itself sighed, hum dying on the tide as it crashed to the Astral's shore. No sooner was the spray settled than a biker came crashing through the mist. Screams of his engine took place of that hum. Ridiculous pipes capped in steaming skulls glared sparks as the rider tore the bike to a stop. As if on cue, the wave settled behind him and ran across his heavily buckled boots.

The rider removed his helmet on the dismount, bike secure in the sand where it was. Casually tossing his helmet in the drier sand, he ignored where it landed and directed his attention for Benjamin.

"Spare me?" His voice was higher than normal, like a girl's or a prepubescent male's. Shaking his, or her, hair back the person grinned at the Gae Ceann leader. Piercings clicked across his, or her, teeth in the process.

Benjamin took out the packet of smokes from his leather jacket and held it over to Rayan. "Doyle." The leader said, turning his head towards them and sitting down on the beach with his knees up. "What brings you up here? Keepin' an eye on me?" The biker added, eyes returning back to the waves.

He came up here to think, plot and debate with the plans he had in store. Jack had been the only one who'd known that, being close friends. Jack has loose lips, apparently. Great, he hoped that she, or he was the only one who knew about it.

"Poppin' for a visit," Doyle snatched up a smoke, slipping one out and inhaling. Though it was never lit, the cig was burning. The exhale carried on the wind.

"Hear abou' Stretch Races?" Shooting a sidelong look at Benjamin, Rayan Doyle settled down onto the beach. The pack was tossed back.

Benjamin caught in and put it back in his jacket. "Street races? Yeah. Only some of our members can get involved though, Harleys ain't meant for that treatment... Scream might do it if you broached it to her. I think I'll settle for those donation rallys when we get enough members to roll though main street on our bikes." Benjamin said, grinning and taking another drag.

"Doyle, I meant to ask, you been in any clubs before this one?"

"Stretch, not street," Doyle shook his head and emphasized, grinning wider.

"Clubs, eh? Expectin' the past to come creepin'?" The cigarette burned, "Stretch, a place across the other seas, where the rocks are the roads an' the roads are the rocks."

Rayan took another puff. "'Sup, clubs?"

"Oh. Sounds interesting. I'll have to check it out." Benjamin replied, shaking his head at his foolishness.

"I expect a lot than the past, having a bit of trouble with WCPD lately, we need to scare them, make them think twice about fucking with us. Cut off some heads and mount em' outside their building will be a fine tactic." Benjamin took another puff

"You prepared to fight the law, Doyle?"

Doyle looked to the sky, grin frozen in place but somehow less enthusiastic than before. The WCPD were law in Wing City, that was for sure as of late. Couldn't remember exactly when it happened, for it was often Doyle took trips elsewhere. Looking out towards the sea, Doyle imagined the great Wing City. Imagined scenes of cops swarming car bombs, dirty bars and shady deals, beautiful fountains stained with blood. Glass towers pierced the clouds, deflating the dreams of the abandoned slums below.

"'Course," Rayan was prepared to fight the law as good as any good Gae Ceann, "But what've the lawless lands?"

Still staring over the horizon, Doyle dragged from the cigarette one last time.

"Fuck em'. We'll move on them once we control wing city, otherwise we'll find ourselves IN the lawless lands. Who the fuck says lawless lands anyway?" Benjamin said, eying Doyle with a mocking smile. "Remember. We need a place to stay, I don't care if you guys go out on your own, but we're weak now, like an infant. I need everyone to be there for everyone else." Benjamin said, patting her, or him on the back.

"Cheer up, we're not going to be fighting forever. Just for now."

Smoke curled in a wisp from the hiss of an extinguished cigarette. Truths had been spoken. Rayan chucked at word infant.

"So tell me 'bout this Vernot place."

Chapter 1: BROTHERS, BANDITS AND BEGINNINGS.

There was a loud noise as a large oval table was dragged into the room by three prospects with the screech of wood on metal. The table was magnificent black wood, polished and inscribed with the words 'Saol. Bás. Nglacadóir de Souls. Bráithre Till An Deireadh' Benjamin stood to the side, watching the proceedings.

The bikers begun to clear out, and the visitors were either forced out by the numerous bartenders. The magnificent table stood in the middle of the pub, the inscription shining in the light. Chairs were brought in, and calls were made to the members of the Gae Ceann to come urgently, and those who came late would have their club pay docked.

Benjamin took his seat at the head of the table, sliding into a seat and pouring a bottle of Irish whiskey down his gullet. The president waited his club, as there were many things to discuss.

Outside an infernal gurgle cued Rayan's arrival. The bike droned on like a sea siren in the night, engine burbling down as the thing was shut off. Moments later, the front door would swing open with a kick from a muddy boot. Slicking what water was left in Rayan's 'do out with a flick the biker squelched over to the table.

Kicking a chair backwards Rayan descended, grinning. Wonder what this's all about? Rayan rested his chin on folded arms over the back of the chair, eyeballing the bottle of whiskey.

"'Sup?"

Having been already inside the banshee stood up and yawned, cracking her knuckles, grinning toothily and replying, "Wait for it lads an' lasses 'e's gonna tell us, 'is deck fallen aff an' we 'av ter go fend it. or maybe yer man 'ill send us lookin' for 'is cat, aka sum pussy. or maybe even better more violence, Renny love sum ol' violence." taking a whisky glass, she downed the remaining concoction before smashing it down roughly, "Let's jist 'ope 'tis somethin' new, scon are bored an' actually foun' meself bein' nice lately, whaich is pure unbecomin' av oi."

Walking over over to the table, she sat herself, placing her feet on top, and leaning back, as she closed her eyes and listened to everyone 'dramatic entrances, this oughta be cute.

The door would simply open as the ghoul walked in. That's all. No kicking in doors, no holes in the wall, no breaking through the roof on a motorcycle while fucking a chick, simple walking through the door. The only odd thing would be the black fedora on his head.

"Knock Knock, Jimmy's home."

As the ghoul spoke a slight chuckle could be heard coming from him. He would move towards the table before taking a chair and moving it towards the back, resulting in it standing in the shadows, but still a pretty small distance away from the table. A distance they would most likely not complain about. He then jumped onto it with feet and claws and simply waited for the meeting to start.

The door would simply be opened once more a little bit after the ghoul made his way in, the use of hands not being necessary by Yojimbo as he simply had walked forward towards the door, his nose being long enough to open it as he walked ahead. The burly yet slightly older man spoke up in his gruff voice.

"I have no witty entrance, but...I'm here, Yojimbo, the tengu with the big nose.."

Saying this, he'd shuffle his way over towards the table as well, sitting down on the wood as he folded his hands together, simply listening for the time being, like some of the others, waiting for the meeting to start....If it will even start. Who knows? Not Yojimbo, that's for sure.

Rayan raised a hand signalling that a drink would be much enjoyed. Patiently the gang member waited, smiling graciously at Ub in thanks. Rayan drummed lithe fingers on the table, taking note of everyone who had entered with a single glance. The Gae Ceann had assembled, alright. A cig was lit, so Rayan lit another.

"Soooooooo," Ashes on the ground, exhale on the air.

The Handsome Hacker stepped into the establishment that the gang called home only to smirk like the devil himself and not a single soul could compare to the ego that he held. "Whats up guys?" Was all he could say as he sauntered on towards the bar and placed in an order for a beer while he took a seat just to look at the others present.

"Not all," Responded Strangest Danger, tapping at the table one last time.

"Wha' brew's that?" Rayan chin jerked in the direction of The Handsome Hacker's beer.

Noel simply smirked and looked over at at Rayan only to shrug a bit and take a sip of his beverage. 'Budweiser is what it tastes like Rayan." Was all Noel said as he took his time drinking his beer while he waited for something a bit more interesting to happen. It was not like he was expecting fiery explosions or interesting new little nooks to get himself into but Hell life was sure boring as of late. "What has been going on? I feel like I have missed a couple of things as of late."

Benjamin nodded to all the newcomers as they came in, the shutters were drawn and the room was plunged in mellow darkness, a few errant rays of sunshine bringing out the whites of their eyes. The lights flickered on and there was a loud crack of an axe hitting the middle of the table, bloodstained and a few hair strands clinging onto the wicked edge.

"Attention!" Benjamin yelled at the top of his voice, leaning forward in his chair and letting go of the axe. "Welcome to the first official meeting of the Gae Ceann. I'd go though all your names and welcome you all, but I figured you'd do that with yourselves, you're all brothers and sisters now. I fully expect you to act it." The President continued, taking another swig of whiskey.

Benjamin paused. Ub was not part of the club, and one of the prospects must've forgotten to tell him to leave. The leader rose and wrenched the axe free of the table and hung it on his belt. The dullahan walked over to the dealer and eyed him up and down. "We're closed, you're leaving. Come back later, you look like you could cut it in the club." The leader pulled a card out of his pocket that had the residence of the club and his contact number on it and passed it to the stranger and gave him a shove to the door, and gesturing to the prospects nearby with a throat-cutting gesture that simply said; "Get him out of here. But don't kill him."

Benjamin turned back to the table, smiling.

"You're all here because the club has been busy and I wasn't there to lay down the groundwork. The crimes that have been committed have been done badly, we've gained from it, but done badly. I apologize to start our first ever meeting like this, but it's something I have to get across. I have the power to strip you of your patch, jacket and rank within this club." The leader droned on, cracking his knuckles and sitting back in his chair.

"Treat me as such, and we'll have no problems." The President continued. "The prospects at this table and new members of the club. You're all going to be major players in this club one day, but right now you have to prove that you have something to contribute to the club. Mud, blood and money have their place, but you must all have skills. Brewing a good beer is one of them. As our resident drinkers know." Benjamin winked at Rayan and Noel.

The motorbike above them swung loudly as the leader grinned. "Now to the subject at hand. I want you all to introduce yourselves to me, tell me what your good at, why you're with us." The leader took a swig and fully expected their replies to be worthwhile.

Jack pulled in a greasy mechanic, dripping in motoroil behind them from the back exit that usually led to the garage. "Sorry we're late, Ben, found your son elbow-deep in that god damn tron bike in the garage." Jack rolled his eyes and let go of the president's beloved adopted son. "Aye, an' I'd be finished figurin' out how the damned thing was put together if this flea-bag hadn't shown up..." The mechanic said, and the president of the club laughed and shook his head, leaning back and nodding for the others to continue.

Kevyn took a seat between Jack and his adoptive father, pulling out a rolled cigarette and lighting it with a Zippo bearing the club crest. The scent that wafted from the cherry-end was certainly much more pleasant than tobacco, and he offered it to Ben or Jack after taking another drag. Benjamin reached out to swipe the smoke before Jack could get his furry mitts and gave his adopted son a thankful wink over the sighs of his figurative uncle. Jack winked to the mechanic and leaned to the side to whisper to his old friend. "These are the prospects I was talkin' bout."

"I guess I'll take a mo' to introduce meself to those of yeh that don' know me. The names Kevyn, an' I'm the only mechanic here that's worthy of the title. Yeh got a problem with yer ride, yeh come to me. Yeh got a problem with yer bitch, yeh come to me. Hell, yeh got any problem at all, yeh come to me. An' if you try to start shit here, yeh'll be answering to me an' my welding torch, yeh got that?" The mechanic growled, snatching back his joint and taking a drag before handing it off to Jack. Then he leaned back, put his boots up on the table and fell silent, casually blowing smoke rings toward the ceiling.

Noel smirked at the comment from the big boss only to shake his head and wave the words right off as if they were nothing more than smoke in the air. Sure the Handsome Hacker loved his drink every now and then but he needed to be sober if he wanted to get shit done right the first time. Hell it wasn't even two minutes into the meeting before more of the gang showed up and Noel simply turned himself in his stool to face everyone only to smile like the devil he was and glance over to Rayan just to smirk when he heard the mechanic make his intro. Sure If Noel needed to he would introduce himself to the newbies but what fun would that provide when he had already done his own background checks to make sure he would not get stabbed later in life.

Evianna was feeling content after a quickly feasting on a young human female. She seemed around fifteen or seventeen, didn't matter now that she was dead and all. Nothing was wasted (not that it made the act any less worse).
Her lovely Harley Davidson bike cooed as she parked it out the front of the Clubhouse, taking the keys out of ignition. One leg slid off onto the other side with her other and so she made her way to the entrance, heeled boots clacking against the hard ground bellow her. The human eating shapeshifter hadn't realised a bit of blood was smeared on her cheek along with a mixture of her light pink lipstick. Although she felt something was a tad out of place somewhere on herself; she didn't really care though. So the feeling was ignored.

Entering the building, she saw the other Members seated around a table. "Oh. I'm late?" She questioned puzzled, a mature and rather elegant tone to her voice would be heard. She would come across as 'nice' just by how she spoke, but she could get quite nasty. More than others would expect. Checking a cheap watch around her wrist, she saw the time seemed to show she was not late. "Stupid thing." She cursed softly to herself, tapping it with her index finger's long nail. Evianna then realised it wasn't ticking, obviously broken or out of battery. How annoying she thought.

Letting out a long and irritated sigh she joined the others at the table, seating herself, her right leg move over her left, adjusting herself until she was comfortable, folding her arms. "Agh, sorry I'm late. Stupid watch broke." Evianna said with a shrug, she had obviously missed a bit of information, but hopefully not too much. Many new faces were scene; her eyes shifted, studying them individually out of curiosity.

"Right on time and I thought I was going to get old or something." Noel simply continued to smile and enjoy his beer while he waited for the meeting to continue like it was.

Taking a hearty swig from her whisky glass, she stood up the alcohol hardly effecting her, possibly due to her nature and kind, as she stood up, she began to speak, "Gran' so, is mise Renny 'iggins scon are an Oirish banshee as auld as most av yer before yer were de twinkle in de milkmans mince pie, aye so scon are de vice president an' yer got any issues unless 'tis serious, oi don't care. nigh, if yer got anyone who needs taught a lesson, send dem ter me, oi 'ill gladly cleave de ties." as she grabbed the glass once more, she smirked, "Most who already met me, nu oi don't play fair, if yer want ter learn, yer nade ter be willin' ter play de games. me brutality is known throughoyt de chapter an' aye once or twice oi 'av accidently killed wan av de prospects."

With that she sat back down saying, "An' dat is Renny, got a problem oi don't gie a feck, oi 'ill in me rin' 'av limp-wristed cowards in dis chapter."

(Alright, my name is Renny Higgins I am an Irish Banshee as old as most of you before you were the twinkle in the Milkmans eye, aye so I am the Vice President and you got any issues unless it's serious, I don't care. Now, if you got anyone who needs taught a lesson, send them to me, I will gladly cut the ties.)

(Most who already met me, know I don't play fair, if you want to learn, you need to be willing to play the games. My brutality is known throughout the chapter and yes once or twice I have accidently killed one of the prospects.)

(And that is Renny, got a problem I don't give a fuck, I will not have limp-wristed cowards in this chapter.)