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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Nov 14, 2010 22:57:14 GMT -8
It had been five days since the riot, and it was thanks to Jeremiah buying Mathew and Emil enough time to escape that he was not locked up in a cell right now. It had been a close one but they had managed to get out and off campus before the cops fully surrounded the place. From there Mathew took a few days to lay low and make sure there were no warrants out for him personally, after all he knew he was a prominent figure and unlike most people in the riot, he would stand out. Hell some people might have even thought he planned the whole thing. Not that he could blame them, he had started riots before.
Mathew was now in the county jail having posted bail for his newest recruit Jeremiah, well, who would soon be his newest recruit. He had passed his first mission, and even proved his loyalty in a way Mathew had not expected from someone who he had wailed on a few times. He was legitimately impressed.
Mathew stood waiting outside of the cell block waiting for the police guards to bring back Jeremiah, there he would find Mathew. Whether or not that would be a surprise for the young man remained to be seen, but Mathew rewarded loyalty, and this kid had shown it, Mathew wasn't going to let him rot in jail.
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Post by Jeremiah Sykes on Nov 15, 2010 0:44:50 GMT -8
Chains on the floor.
Its like the sound keys make when you lift them from the black oak desk propped by the door. It grated his nerves. Like nails on a chalkboard, or like petting a cat the wrong way. He hated it. Yet he was forced to listen as the guards drew him from solitary confinement. See, on his arrival, some of the jail inmates thought to make Jeremiah the local bitch. Even those sick as fuck guards took it on themselves to watch with humorous grins. They must not have liked the conditions he put their friends in. Still, it was icing on the cake, to watch the faces turn from expectant jubilation to utter horror. The things he did to those men were down right fucked, and they couldn't exactly say they saw him do it while they were watching the guys try and rape him.
So, they stuck him in solitary. A dark room, devoid of light. One hole in the center of the door to slip through some crackers and cheese. A bucket in the corner to shit in, when they let him loose. Right now, his ass was chained to the wall, arms in lock-down, feet clamped to the floor. He sat in utter Blackness. It was fantastic. If he sat still, he could hear the screams of the men the police were trying to make talk. Jeremy hated them for it. Not because he thought them wrong- if the work was legitimate, by all means, make them squeal. But this- it was torture for fun. No purpose. Those same guards unhooked him from the wall, leading him from his cell, out the front doors, forced to shuffle along. Jeremy could smell the sweat and blood.
As they reached the bottom of the steps, as they cut loose his chains, Jeremy made a decision. A warrant would be out for his arrest by morning, and likely without bail. Still, he didn't care. As the last of his limbs were set free, the cop having bent over to unlatch him, Jeremiah's left hand wrapped around the police officers neck, grabbing his chin and pulling. A loud crack would be heard as he broke the mans neck. The other guy reached for a baton. Jeremiah kicked him in the nuts, wrapped his arm around his neck and put him in a headlock. Then, he stood up and leaned back, jerking on the neck and snapping it too. Then, he saw Mathew. Stepping over the two bodies whom would soon be discovered, he walked toward his current... "Employer."
"We should probably get the fuck outta here."
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Nov 15, 2010 13:29:26 GMT -8
Mathew frowned a little bit at the scene before him. It was one thing to do a break out, but with Mathew already bailing him out of jail. It just seemed excessive. But then Mathew wasn't getting Jeremiah to join him because he had a strong moral compass and a peaceful soul. He wanted Jeremiah because he got the job done and wasn't the type to be intimidated and put up with other peoples crap.
"Come on let's bail before more show up." He said turning his back to Jeremiah and motioning with his head to follow him.
Outside he would have a car waiting, nothing fancy just an old Ford Pickup truck that had the misfortune of a stupid owner. Someone leaving the keys in the ignition was just asking to get their car lifted, and seeing as how Mathew hadn't purchased one of his own yet, well he just had to find ways to make due.
"Hop in." He said to Jeremiah as he made his way over to the Driver's side and got in starting up the truck. He had a destination in mind, They were going to the warehouse, the only people there would be working in the shop that Jeremiah had so generously donated to in order to prove himself. He wouldn't have to worry about people seeing and stopping what was going to go down. Jeremiah was going to be made official.
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Post by Jeremiah Sykes on Nov 15, 2010 14:02:59 GMT -8
Jeremiah was glad the man didn't ask him why he did what he did. Being a cop was one thing- if those men had simply taken him in, waited, and thrown him out, he would have taken it in stride. But the things those two police men did to people inside, and threatened to do outside if you told...well, it was worthy of death. Jeremy was no mass murderer- he didn't just kill people for doing their job. Going above and beyond to do fucked up things to people simply for your own entertainment? Yeah, you needed a swift end. Still, he wasn't about to explain himself to Mathew. He got in the truck without a word, opening the glove box to find some Napkins- he doubted Mathew put those there, but most people did.
He pulled them out, cleaning the blood off his arms and hands from the two guys he took life from. He didn't ask about Mathew- when they said someone posted bail, he was the only one he could guess who did it. Sykes didn't know anyone else, so the former Dragon seemed the only alternative. Yeah, Jeremy did some research on Mr .Amtrum. The Earth Dragon. Or was, before he resigned the title. A fighter, a legend some said. A show off, more like it. Did what he want, when he wanted. He guessed thats one reason he had a little respect for the guy, and was willing to follow him. Jeremy was no different. As they stopped at the warehouse and stepped over the threshold, he spoke, following behind Matt as he led the way to...wherever.
"I'm not sure if you have done this yet, but you might want to get some Police Scanners. Listen to the traffic. Never know when word of this place might get out."
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Nov 15, 2010 14:37:30 GMT -8
"That's actually not a bad idea. I will make sure that the warehouse and all future locations have one." He said as he put the car in park, reaching down to undo his seat belt he would get out of the car. The warehouse and area around it was deserted other then his men, the perfect place to initiate Jeremiah in to his new family.
Hopping out of the truck he waited for Jeremiah to do likewise before leading him away from the shop. to an area that was next to another one of the warehouses. Once he was satisfied that they would be undisturbed he would turn to face Jeremiah, his arms hanging at his side.
"Alright let's make this simple. You proved you are capable and you proved you are loyal. There is just one matter left to resolve before you are one of us. Your gonna have to bleed." He said with a grin. He didn't think smashing this kid's face was ever going to get old.
With that Mathew's left leg moved back shoulder witch apart, his left arm hanging by his ribs to guard and his right hand extended outward, his fingers curling back quickly to signal for him to come at Mathew. If he wanted in he would have to fight for the right to join Mathew.
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Post by Jeremiah Sykes on Nov 18, 2010 9:19:45 GMT -8
"I bled enough for us both, i think."
He cracked his neck with a grin.
"But even though i spent four days on prison food and have kicked your ass twice already, i'll happily beat you down again, for my own amusement."
He would take no stance, instead charging forward and aiming to slam directly into Mathews midsection. Using his vast upper-body strength, he would try and lift Amtrum from his feet during the charge and slam him clean through the wall behind him. Why not start things off with a bang, eh? Jeremiah had little to no fighting while behind bars- it was almost depressing. He had heard men would try and rape you or beat the shit outta you to make a point, but they all just left him alone. Guess maiming seven men would do that to you.
If his tackle worked, Jeremy would once again try and shift forward quickly, attempting to move into the mounting position and rain down big right fists directly into Mathews smug face.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Nov 18, 2010 9:30:29 GMT -8
Mathew watched when Jeremiah charged right at him, his face remained impassive as the larger man rapidly closed the distance between them. Before the collision of their bodies however Mathew would pivot and sidestep so that he would be missed by the charge, his hands shooting out to try and push Jeremiah over while he was running. He wanted to start it off school yard with a little Red Rover action then Mathew would go to the bully classic, the old shove down.
If Jeremiah was knocked over Mathew would hold his ground. He would let the larger man get back up, he wasn't being nice, he wanted Jeremiah to know that Mathew was letting him get back up. That he was treating it as a game. If he wanted to get Mathew serious he was going to need to do a little bit better than that. However serious or not, he was going to beat Jeremiah's ass in order to make him an official part of the gang.
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Post by Jeremiah Sykes on Nov 18, 2010 10:08:51 GMT -8
Of course, being built like a freight train, Jeremiah couldn't just stop his momentum flat. So, he was pushed to the ground. Unfortunately for Mathew, Jeremy was use to things like that happening, so when Matt didn't do the smart thing and press the attack, Sykes would roll over in the push once, scraping his left hand through the rocks and grit, scooping some into his fist and as he flipped himself from the roll into a sort of "Sprinters" position five feet in front of Matt, he would leap forward, swiping that handful of dirt upward and would make to hurl the load of it into Amtrums eyes.
Following the toss and his push forward would be a left uppercut, followed swiftly by right kick to the chest. Jeremiah wasn't intimidated or humiliated by anything done in a fight, so in Jeremys eyes, trying to make out like he was nothing was simply a waste of time. The more Mathew tried it, the more opportunity he gave Jeremiah. And Sykes was not one you wanted to give opportunity to.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Nov 18, 2010 10:28:59 GMT -8
Jeremiah was set on proving to Mathew that he was someone to take seriously. Good, he wanted that, he wanted to fuel that. That drive was what was going to carry him and push him to do great things, and with Mathew guiding what those great things would be. Well, the end result would be marvelous. He had no doubt about that.
When the debris came flying at him Mathew closed his eyes and pushed his body forward, his elbow out to try and throw off the oncoming attack while he was momentarily blind. If his timing was right then his elbow would smash in to Jeremiah's forehead while he was coming up for the uppercut, likely sending him backwards and disorienting him enough for Mathew to be able to see again.
If not then the uppercut and the kick would land, both of them causing Mathew to let out a small grunt before opening his eyes and Grabbing the leg that had kicked him. He would pull the Leg forward to pull the kid close before stomping on the Other kid's foot to keep him in position before he would start sending punches as best as he could to the kid's side.
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Post by Jeremiah Sykes on Nov 26, 2010 10:40:16 GMT -8
'Mother fucker...'
Why was it that, whenever a kick was thrown, someone had to go and ruin the fun by grabbing it? The elbow Mathew had thrown did land- but from the height and angle of attack, it had landed nearer to midsection, and wasn't really put forth with any debilitating power. Jeremiah would bend his knee, since his leg was gripped, bringing him close enough that Mathews blows would land, if a little further back on the ribcage. First punch fractured another rib. Second punch broke it. Before the third, Jeremiah would grab Matts head and, putting downward pressure of the leg Mathew held, would jump and aim a knee right for the chin of the male.
Jeremiah was damn use to pain. Bones constantly being broken, it seemed, when fighting Mathew showed that the kid obviously had the strength in his blood to beat some serious ass. Jeremy, if the knee landed, would plant that foot back on the ground, moving to use the moment in which Mathews head would probably shift from the blow to wrap his right arm around the guys neck in a classic headlock. He would then bring up his left leg, centering all his weight on Mathews upper body, trying to cause him to bend over and the waist and fall to the floor. If it worked. Jeremy would slam left fists right into the mans ribcage, over and over, trying his best to break some of the bastards ribs.
Yeah, like that would happen.
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