Hearing the two converse, Sabrina's eyes rose from their focus of her own blade and to the two women seated at the table. Her eyes darted back and fourth betweent the two of them, the slightest touch of irritation flaring in her at being ignored. Using her free hand, she tossed her thick black hair over her shoulder, sending it cascading down her back. It was still a bit ragged from her rush to get out of the door. The young woman pushed herself off of the wall, taking a few purposeful steps over to the table centered in the room. She stood still for only a moment, hesitating and fumbling with the handle of her knife, then leaned with her back on the edge of the table, recentering her attention the matte black handle of her blade, absentmindedly fingering one of the diamonds. She gave a long, overdramatic sigh.

"So... why are we here, exactly?" She asked cooly, casting an inquisitive glance to Niki, her steely blue eyes glinting with michevious curiosity. A little smirk pressed her lips as she hoisted heself up so that she was seated not on a chair, but on the table itself. Crossing her legs so that she was sitting indian style, she leaned back on her hands, toying with a manilla folder that sat in front of Bear. Normally she wasn't quite this boisterous, but being shocked from her bed by the message earlier had jump started her ego, and she was feeling energized significantly more than usual.

Norway Booker// 30// Female// Crimson Eagles// M: Open, Whomever has arrived currenty

Norway was waiting ever-so-patiently in the Nest for the rest of her members to arrive. She glanced around at the few that had already filtered in and nodded. She leaned back in her chair, tapping her fingers on the rim of a nice whiskey glass. The head of the older...organization knew she’d have to put off the meeting for a bit after the designated start time and had resigned herself to thinking over the topic she’d called everyone together for. As per usual, she seemed calm; almost eerily so. The woman mentally sighed as she did another once-over of the room. She could faintly hear the music blaring from the club on the other side of the old wooden door. She didn’t hate the music per se, but it wasn’t exactly fashioned in her style. She wasn’t exactly in a position to complain, well technically she was, she just didn’t feel like wasting her time. There were more important matters to tend to.

Norway heaved a sigh and stretched her legs out in front of herself, sinking further into the leather chair on which she was currently perched. She took a deep drink from her glass and smiled slightly as the liquid traveled down her throat. She was more of a vodka girl, herself, but a good whiskey now and then was enough to soothe her nerves; however unseen by others. No matter how nervous she was- and she was extremely nervous, she had to keep a straight face for the others. She couldn’t be seen as weak amongst her associates. That could end badly for...everyone involved.

Ase Fayeau// 21// Female// Crimson Eagles// M: Whoever’s in the Nest

Ase had just fallen into the cot of one of the small rooms off of the Nest when her phone lit up with a text. She huffed a bit and read over the screen, squinting. “Oh, really? I’m not even two rooms away.” She sighed and went over to her duffle bag, pulling out a random skirt and a nicer black cropped halter top. She pulled the clothing over her body and stretched, leaning over to get a view of herself in the mirror. She smiled and shook her head. “Damn..” She admired herself before putting her hair up..with a bit of struggle, of course. She threw a few shoes around the room in the search for the perfect pair before eventually settling on a pair of low-cut Demonia boots. She pushed the door of the room open with her foot and stepped out into the main room of the Nest. “The hot one has arrived.” She went over and grabbed a drink before hopping up onto the pool table. The young woman smirked and leaned back on one of her hands, taking a sip of the golden liquid in her cup. She glanced around the room at the few who had assembled. What a bunch of dreary-looking people. It’s not like anyone died! ...Hopefully. She sighed a bit and rolled her eyes, downing her drink fully before setting it on the edge of the pool table. She played with the grey ends of her hair, messing with one of the small braids twined through the mass.

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Alaric had an early morning as usual, his day starting at 04:30 sharp. His father had raised him to get an early start to the day, so he had lied awake, waiting for his alarm to go off. When the soft tune sounded, he released a sigh before getting out of bed. His mind felt foggy as he got ready for his morning run, his body completing the actions like clockwork. He was wearing sweatpants and his favourite hoodie, its red colour faded from the many years of wash and wear. He grabbed his keys, phone and ear pods before leaving his apartment and locking the door. His apartment was located more centrally within the gang's territory, a convenience for when he needed to get somewhere within the Hellspawn's area.

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He wasn't surprised by the already busy streets, the traffic noise drowned out by the music blaring in his ears. His jogging route took him across busy streets, going in a big loop around his apartment before stopping at a park. The once dark sky was now a pale orange to blue colour, the small park seeming dull and lifeless. He took a seat on one of the benches, his breaths coming out in small white clouds. Running not only gave him time to clear his mind but to also get himself ready for the day. He thought of his life and all the responsibility he had as the Second for Hellspawn. But he didn't have all day to think of his past and current life, he needed to get back and get ready for the day.

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Alaric had showered and got dressed in his usual converse, jeans, hoodie and leather jacket. Due to the recent cold weather, he had chosen to layer his clothing. He headed out of his apartment for the second time that morning, a bag over his shoulder as he headed towards where his motorbike was parked. Once mounted, and his helmet was on, he drove to a small cafe for breakfast. The time read 09:42 as he walked into the cafe and took his seat at his usual spot before ordering his breakfast. He took his phone out, using it to check if he had gotten anything 'work' related. A message popped up, it read : "Meeting at 3pm." He released a sigh, wondering what the meeting could be about. Guess I'll find out with everyone else... but first, breakfast. His order had arrived, allowing him to enjoy his breakfast.

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Breakfast was spent eating and working on his phone. Time flew by and it was time to head to the Pit. He hopped onto his motorbike and drove to the creatively named restaurant. He walked in, his casual demeanor now holding authority. He greeted everyone as he headed straight for the wine cellar door. He nodded at the guard before he was allowed in.

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He looked around, smiling at the sight of familiar faces. "Hello ladies, looking as beautiful as always! Your excellency, looking regal today." He flirted, winking at the girls known as Bear and Sabrina before playfully bowing at Niki. After the girls were greeted he saluted Night and nodded at the other members in greeting. It appeared that there was a greenhorn amongst them. He took a spot at the bar, keeping to himself.

Niki | F | 27 | Hellspawn Head | M: Those at the meeting in The Pit.

Niki bowed her head in return greeting to Sabrina before turning her attention back to Bear. "I will say I am doing good. How are the rest of you doing that have joined us?" Her gaze swept across the room, narrowing in slight annoyance at Alaric's flirting before she looked at Sabrina.

"We are here because I wanted to discuss the plans for this week. I want to have at least one group meeting a week to go over what assignments may be happening." Her eyes landed on the greenhorn for a moment before moving to Alaric. "Alaric and I will be doing some finalizing of which members will be doing which assignments and since we have a greenhorn, they will need to shadow those that are on less dangerous activities. Also any members that do not arrive for meetings will be given either the worst shifts or boring assignments as they think it is acceptable to not arrive on time or at all for these meetings."

Niki folded her arms across her chest as she spoke moving her eyes between those that were currently present. "My father would not have been as kind to let everyone still partake in assignments but I know that overworking your good members, creates bigger issues in the long run. I would also like to add to please not ask for any specific assignment. I will be putting people on assignments that match their skill set. I would like to know though if any of you are not comfortable working with someone so that I can make accommodations, if I am able to. I want everyone to feel safe and trusting of those that they are working with." She took a few steps around the table, stopping closer to Alaric before she spoke again. "Know that I am very particular with the assignments that I send my members on. I do not take putting anyone's lives at risk lightly. It is why even for my own sake, that how I appear during the normal hours of the business day and how I appear after or before those hours vary pretty significantly. I am saying this because if at any time any one of you need help, call me and I will come to your aide."

Her eyes paused on the oldest member of the gang, Night, and then the greenhorn, Oronis. "Also anything that is said between us stays here in the Pit or if there is a private meeting in my office, it stays in the office. My father didn't have me attend the school and get the degrees that I have if he didn't want me to create a better environment for the gang. I remember feeling like the gang was just an extension of my family and I would like for it to return to that." Niki moved back towards her original starting point and leaned against the table with her hands.

"I am open to suggestions or ways that I can help those that have jobs outside of this. I don't want to jepardize any of those relations or covers as I know many members have passion for those jobs. If someone does not have a job outside of the gang, I ask for them to work beside the guards at the restaurant or look for a cover job. Yes we make good money with the assignments we get, but with the increased police activity, we need to blend into society." The fierceness in her eyes didn't leave as she stood back up and smiled.

"I won't share every detail of our assignments for this week but know that there are a couple high paying assignments that sound fairly low risk as well as some simpler protection details. Once the assignments have been divied out between the members, you will receive more details at that time for the specific assignment you are on. I know I want to create an air of trust, but I also don't want members to get jealous of eachother due to which assignments everyone gets." The smile left her features as she looked over at Alaric and then at the group.

"Alaric and I will be finalizing the assignments after this meeting and everyone will be getting an email with their assignment, team members, and specific instructions. Again I want to say that if at any point you do not feel safe or something comes up, do not hesitate to come and speak with me. My door to the office is always open. Now does anyone have any questions?"

Her eyes scanned over the room once more, gaging to see how the members took her little speech or if they had any questions. She was hoping there weren't going to be very many if any questions as she needed to check on some other important items.

Jagger ate his slightly late lunch in silence. Upon moving to a small house inside Crimsom Eagle boundaries, he had taken to a diet of vegetables, hamburgers, chips, and a variety of fruit. The reason: he had his own miniature vegetable garden, and the rest were easy to buy at one of the many fast food restaurants, or any grocery store. He was currently eating a rare meal of Mac and cheese just for a change. He was about to shovel the last night into his mouth when his cell phone screen lit up. He tapped the message on the screen opening the text he had gotten. The message was to meet at the nest. Good. He still had twenty five minutes.

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Jagger had quickly finished his lunch, and put on his jacket. He slid a knife and pistol into his belt, and took off running done the street. Ten minutes to get to the nest. He thought lookin at his watch. He decided to take a shortcut through a back alley. He arrived shortly, slipping in the back door. He was met by several other Eagles. "Hey!" He said before sinking into a chair nearby. They were apparently waiting for Norway, who had presumeably sent the text chain.

Sebastian Paul Yeager

|Male|28|Crimson Eagle Member|Mentions: Any members in the club

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Surveillance was a specialty that Bash had taken up over time. Often a good judge of character and emotions came along with the job. It’s hard to come forth with the findings. Often enough people are hiding their true emotions. Scared people try to puff out their chest like a gorilla. Sad people laugh way more than usual. Angry people try their best to stay silent so that they don’t end up yelling at others. Guilty parties do good dead’s to make up for what they have done. Only those who really know what they are doing will stay totally calm. As if they could pass a lie detector test even though every question was answered wrong.

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Norway and two others had already arrived when Bash came in. Their leader had something bugging her. Adjustments of her extremities were common as she sat. Eyes were glazed over ever so often. Space was where she focused. As Bash began to judge the others in the room a sudden Hey caused him to move from his seat to retrieve more whiskey. Too many people in one seating area for his nerves going.

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Now hanging out at the bar Bash turned his back to the crowd so that he could rub an itch under his eyepatch. Only when it was securely back on did he reach and retrieve the bottle of whiskey. Instead of stashing it back away he left it out even after he downed two small glasses. A soft sigh was released and Bash pulled out his phone. The one was nearing 1 which meant that everybody would be showing up soon.

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Much news would need to be discussed. It had been a while since a group meeting was called. Most assignments had been called on directly. Whatever needed to be discussed would be big. It would explain why their leader was so on edge. Although it also made Bash eager for whatever it was.

The young woman scooted forward or her rear, straightening her spine. She slid herself off of the surface of the table as Nikki began to speak to the collection of individuals in the room. She positioned herself behind a chair, leaning on her arms on the back of it, bending slighltly at her elbows. She did her best to focus on every word that crossed her leader's lips, but the amount of people in the room was a bit distracting. Someone to the right shifted their weight, causing her to snap her neck in their direction. Any movement caught her attention like a shiny object did a crow. Her ADHD did not do her any paritcular favors in this buisness. She returned her attention to her leader.

Sabrina gave a small shrug, tilting her head to the right. "I'm fine with working with others..." She trailed off rather unenthusiasticallty as she examined her nails. She wasn't exaclty 'fine' with working with others, but she wouldn't protest it or attmept to sabatoge a project for personal gain. Hellspawn was the closest thing she had to a family and she wasn't about to jepordize that. She staightened up and crossed her arms over her chest, a few strands of her hapahazard hair falling into her eyes. She blew the offending indiviuals somewhat back into place with an exhale. When Niki finished her monologue, Sabrina began to pace a few feet behind Bear, casting questioning glances at any of the greenhorns in the room. She did not trust them, not it the slightest, but if Niki trusted them to some extent, then she guessed that did mean something. She just prayed she wouldn't have to do any babysitting.