The mood was as somber as it could ever be. The Sons have lost their Vice President and more is surely to come. The club is broken and unless they act against this movement soon, it appears that the mission to wipe them completely out may very well come true.
Still, with everyone on edge, this didn't stop the Sons from throwing a get together at the clubhouse to celebrate the life and bury the body of Jackson Teller. With everyone warned to stay on high alert at night, this was a risky decision to clump everyone in one place when things were most vulnerable. But the Sons are a loyal breed. Jax was always there for the club, they will be here for Jax.
Outside the clubhouse, Nofo was stuck cleaning in the garage. Although he wanted to be able to party with everyone else on the inside, Nofo was always stuck doing the menial work around the work site. The big Prospect patch on his back always reminded everyone just what he was. He was their bitch. And until he got an official patch, that's the way it always will be.
As he squeegees puddles of water and oil off the main floor, Nofo hears clanging coming from behind one of the parked cars in the garage. "Who's there?," he questions. With no answer, he shrugs and continues his cleaning. There's a busy party inside after all, more than reasonable that there is going to be distraction and disturbances.
The clinging and clanging doesn't stop, however. Nofo continues to look up in wonder, but that curiosity turns into panic when the sound of a window being smashed is heard. Whoever is back there just took the windshield of the parked car out. Nofo dashes over to the commotion, knowing he'l be responsible for any damages in the garage during this party.
Just as he turns the corner behind the car, Nofo meets face to face with the vandal. Unfortunately, he may have gotten a little too close considering a knife is now poking out of his back. His attacker embraces Nofo with a sick smile as they twist the knife a little more, blood squiring out onto the floor that he just had nice and clean! After a few moments, the knife is pulled and Nofo falls to the ground dead as it gets.
Nofo
Character: Half-Sack Epps Alignment: Town Role: Vanilla
Background:
Half-Sack is a former Marine who is now signed on as a Prospect for SAMCRO. He earned his charming nickname from losing a testicle while serving in the Iraqi War. Despite his small frame, Sack is a surprisingly formidable fighter and is respected by the club for his skill in hand-to-hand combat. Still, as a Prospect, Sack is given the menial tasks and never gets to sit in at church. As far as the declaration of war against SAMCRO goes, Sack only knows basic details.
Role Information:
Sack has been steadily earning the respect of his brothers since joining the club and if he is able to survive this unscathed, there's a good possibility he may finally be patched in. That said, he's still a Prospect and he will play that role until this war is over.
On the other side of the town, Paco is far away from the clubhouse. Although he feels guilty for not being with his brothers to mourn Jax, he also realizes that his temper will not settle. Paco has been feeling trigger happy during this crisis, his thirst for justice getting the better of him. To him, that room is filled with killers. Every stinkin one of them.
Paco has since long past out, snoring while laying on a table with a half empty beer dangling next to him. His face rests between the legs of a sleeping girl, who is laying stomach-down on him while snoring just as loud as him. Seems Paco has been having a celebration of his own. A knock at his door is heard, abruptly waking him up. Paco grabs the girl's leg and flips her off the table, causing her to loudly thud onto the ground. "I'm sorry. I love you. I do," Paco says with much sincerity as he pulls his pants up and staggers towards the door.
As Paco attempts to look in the peephole, the door is kicked open to send him flying onto the ground. His attacker bursts in and riddles Paco with bullets before he can even blink. Still gasping for air with a chest full of bullets, the attacker finishes the job with a single shot to the head.
Paco
Character: Tig Trager Alignment: Town Role: Vigilante
Background:
Tig is a former Marine who has a tendency to be a bit of a deranged maniac. Of course, as Sergeant-At-Arms of a deadly MC, this is a character trait that is quite useful! During his tenure in SAMCRO, he has risen to be one of Club President Clay's most loyal and trusted allies. A cold and calculated psychopath with killer instincts, Tig is the go-to man when someone's head needs to be brought to the table.
Role Information:
Tig's a cowboy in his decision making, often going out of his way to try to make things right for the club. Although neither Clay nor Jax has ordered anyone to make any instinctual kills during these troubled times, Tig's naturally suspicious mindset has given him just the push he needs to take justice into his own hands. If he's up to it, Tig may choose any player to kill at night.
Player List
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1. Vernon
2. Vic
3. Dr
4. Korr
5. Zersch
6. Patrick
7. Hot Cocoa
8. Greenday
9. Natalie
10. JJ
11. im317
12. Panda
13. Samm
14. Justin
15. Wikey
16. Shawn
It is now Day Phase 4. With 16 players remaining, it will take 9 to lynch. The deadline will be Monday, 8 PM MST. Plurality is in effect today.
A lesson without pain is meaningless. That's because no one can gain without sacrificing something. But by enduring that pain and overcoming it, he shall obtain a powerful, unmatched heart. A fullmetal heart.
