- Location
- Bloodstone Railyard
As written by @Tiko and @Dashmiel
Ragenard tapped the last of the ashes off the stub of his cigarette into the large novelty ashtray at his desk and immediately lit another one from the still living ember absentmindedly. He stubbed out the old snub against the bottom of the ashtray, right where the wolf’s eye would have been in the silhouette graphic. A grunt of satisfaction he didn’t realize he was holding escaped him as he took a long drag on the new smoke and turned his attention back to his laptop and the paperwork arranged around it.
Between reinforcing and renovating the rail yard plus covering the basic needs of various members and other expenditures, things were not trending well. The fact that they would need a cash infusion soon was clear but they couldn’t sustain themselves off single event takes for long. They weren’t a small bunch of high school hoodlums raising hell for beer money. There were families depending on Ragenard finding a way for them all to subsist in this world that made eking out a legal living for them a meager and unappealing…prospect.
That was the other issue. Liam, the Corre kids, and Rian were all promising prospects, but the pack still needed more new blood. They couldn’t maintain a hold over all of Vargeras diminished as they were, let alone get any of their old schemes re-started without more manpower.
Ragenard was shit at not scaring people however, so he didn’t fancy any recruitment initiative he could conceive of. I guess that’s why I have a second after all, Ragenard thought as he ignored the mental kick he wanted to give himself. He didn’t expect him to have any more cousins hiding about, but Ragenard reckoned Desmond might have a better idea of who to send where on the lookout for new talent than just Ragenard’s old classics. He would still want to hit up his contact at the LPD records office, but his other idea of just posting someone on every seedy bar to see who starts bar fights probably was a shit idea and he ought to let Desmond do his job. Ragenard cracked his knuckles and set out to find Desmond amidst the Railyard.
Desmond was out back working on some modifications to an old train cart that had been discovered in one of the many buildings of the train yard. It had been largely ignored up until now. Recent events had brought it to attention that the rail yard lacked proper facilities for containing more inexperienced - or drunk - pack members.
The holding cell made for a good temporary solution, but after Chloe had nearly battered her way through it a couple of days ago, Desmond had set to work on a solution. The old bank cart was quite the relic, but solid. With a few modifications it would suit their needs well.
Currently he was crouched down amid a spray of sparks as he worked on the newly installed doors. His face was obscured by the welding helmet he wore.
Ragenard came upon him, one hand shielding his visions from most of the sparking. “Yo, Des!” Ragenard called out loudly over the cacophony of the welding rig.
Ragenard tapped the last of the ashes off the stub of his cigarette into the large novelty ashtray at his desk and immediately lit another one from the still living ember absentmindedly. He stubbed out the old snub against the bottom of the ashtray, right where the wolf’s eye would have been in the silhouette graphic. A grunt of satisfaction he didn’t realize he was holding escaped him as he took a long drag on the new smoke and turned his attention back to his laptop and the paperwork arranged around it.
Between reinforcing and renovating the rail yard plus covering the basic needs of various members and other expenditures, things were not trending well. The fact that they would need a cash infusion soon was clear but they couldn’t sustain themselves off single event takes for long. They weren’t a small bunch of high school hoodlums raising hell for beer money. There were families depending on Ragenard finding a way for them all to subsist in this world that made eking out a legal living for them a meager and unappealing…prospect.
That was the other issue. Liam, the Corre kids, and Rian were all promising prospects, but the pack still needed more new blood. They couldn’t maintain a hold over all of Vargeras diminished as they were, let alone get any of their old schemes re-started without more manpower.
Ragenard was shit at not scaring people however, so he didn’t fancy any recruitment initiative he could conceive of. I guess that’s why I have a second after all, Ragenard thought as he ignored the mental kick he wanted to give himself. He didn’t expect him to have any more cousins hiding about, but Ragenard reckoned Desmond might have a better idea of who to send where on the lookout for new talent than just Ragenard’s old classics. He would still want to hit up his contact at the LPD records office, but his other idea of just posting someone on every seedy bar to see who starts bar fights probably was a shit idea and he ought to let Desmond do his job. Ragenard cracked his knuckles and set out to find Desmond amidst the Railyard.
Desmond was out back working on some modifications to an old train cart that had been discovered in one of the many buildings of the train yard. It had been largely ignored up until now. Recent events had brought it to attention that the rail yard lacked proper facilities for containing more inexperienced - or drunk - pack members.
The holding cell made for a good temporary solution, but after Chloe had nearly battered her way through it a couple of days ago, Desmond had set to work on a solution. The old bank cart was quite the relic, but solid. With a few modifications it would suit their needs well.
Currently he was crouched down amid a spray of sparks as he worked on the newly installed doors. His face was obscured by the welding helmet he wore.
Ragenard came upon him, one hand shielding his visions from most of the sparking. “Yo, Des!” Ragenard called out loudly over the cacophony of the welding rig.
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