Post by Gunnar Helms on May 15, 2014 22:37:11 GMT -6
Wanted Dead or Alive. The Outlaw despises authority, conduct, and religion. There were no sentimental values or merits, just the tenacious hound who did whatever he wanted. Local police had quite the rapsheet on this dangerous tyrant. Folks would become terrified by his merciless attitude, doing things his way. Yet, one never expected when relatives showed displeasure wherever they went. In Gunnar's case, his baby sister was not happy communication with family has been cut to minimum. Left the entire house wondering where Helms been this entire time.
Gunnar was asleep, awakened abruptly by Tess; his sister. The young blonde was just as deranged and crazy as her older brother, only smaller and possessed quick wits. Her mouth got her in trouble, but Gunnar's brute nature and strength caused mayhem. The bearded motorcyclist risen off his couch. Two lingering bodies were splayed across the carpet floor bare and naked. One girl had hugged his couch pillow, the other was dead asleep. Scattered pizza boxes and empty beer cans cluttered most of his living room. His home was nothing more than an overrun low-scale apartment. The topless male rose off while his onyx gaze shared with Tess.
Gunnar: "What the hell you want?"
Tess: "Where you been, Gunnar? It's been three years since you last spoke with us."
GUnnar: "Us? As in that poor excuse of a father, and whorish mother?"
Tess: "Besides them. Andy, Jason, Lily, and Clay? You left us behind for what? So you can pursue your wrestling career?"
Gunnar: "Yeah, pretty much. 'Sides you guys didn't need me, especially when Clay has everything pattened down. Why do you need me in the first place?"
Tess: "Because you're our enforcer, our muscle. You could literally tear a guys throat apart....Okay, bad example."
Gunnar: "Stop exaggerating, girl. I'm not taking part in your little mafiaso or whatever the hell Clay wants to do."
Tess: "You know damn well there is good money upfront. We could work with the Irish and Colombians, really draw in some money, if we're smart about it."
Gunnar: "Dirty money? The kind which gets us in trouble? No thanks. I'd rather take my chances spilling blood in the ring."
Tess sighed. Gunnar was familiar with her gaze and stressed condition. He understood Tess has a child, Lionel, who was Clay's kid. One evening Clay and Tess were fooling around while drunk, and things just happened. It caused an outrage for everyone because it was an incest thing. His father showed little care. Tess refused an abortion then, and somewhat regrets that decision now because the child has Down Syndrome. Gunnar loves the little boy, but he could not be around the criminal activities Tess and the others were creating. He preferred to steer clear and free.
Gunnar: "Sorry, Tess. I ain't taking part of you're little mafia. Go ask someone else to handle the enforcements. I am done and wanna work on my wrestling career. This is what I spent the last years of high school doing outside of the backyard. Doing shit that gets my adrenaline pumped and fans cheering."
Gunnar's dream was to become a worldwide sensation, attracting many fans throughout the globe. Of course, he disliked authority, rules, and preferred causing mayhem most of the time. Some people did not like The Outlaw doing things which were unnecessary and provoked higher-ups.
Tess: "Fine! Hope you're happy here becoming something of a joke in the ring. Clay is right. You're nothing but a loser and selfish asshole!" She tossed one of his beer cans against the wall in anger. Afterwards, she marched directly to the front door then disappeared. Gunnar heard the engines outside starting then drove away.
Call Girl #1: "Who was that?"
The young prostitute curling her arm around his calf kissed his leg, worshiping him in sense.
Gunnar: "Some nutjob. C'mon..." Grabbed her arm, then picked her off the floor. "Bedroom. Now." Demanded as his large hand slapped her behind as she jumped and entered his room. Doors had closed only leave the readers imagination of what happens.
Gunnar was asleep, awakened abruptly by Tess; his sister. The young blonde was just as deranged and crazy as her older brother, only smaller and possessed quick wits. Her mouth got her in trouble, but Gunnar's brute nature and strength caused mayhem. The bearded motorcyclist risen off his couch. Two lingering bodies were splayed across the carpet floor bare and naked. One girl had hugged his couch pillow, the other was dead asleep. Scattered pizza boxes and empty beer cans cluttered most of his living room. His home was nothing more than an overrun low-scale apartment. The topless male rose off while his onyx gaze shared with Tess.
Gunnar: "What the hell you want?"
Tess: "Where you been, Gunnar? It's been three years since you last spoke with us."
GUnnar: "Us? As in that poor excuse of a father, and whorish mother?"
Tess: "Besides them. Andy, Jason, Lily, and Clay? You left us behind for what? So you can pursue your wrestling career?"
Gunnar: "Yeah, pretty much. 'Sides you guys didn't need me, especially when Clay has everything pattened down. Why do you need me in the first place?"
Tess: "Because you're our enforcer, our muscle. You could literally tear a guys throat apart....Okay, bad example."
Gunnar: "Stop exaggerating, girl. I'm not taking part in your little mafiaso or whatever the hell Clay wants to do."
Tess: "You know damn well there is good money upfront. We could work with the Irish and Colombians, really draw in some money, if we're smart about it."
Gunnar: "Dirty money? The kind which gets us in trouble? No thanks. I'd rather take my chances spilling blood in the ring."
Tess sighed. Gunnar was familiar with her gaze and stressed condition. He understood Tess has a child, Lionel, who was Clay's kid. One evening Clay and Tess were fooling around while drunk, and things just happened. It caused an outrage for everyone because it was an incest thing. His father showed little care. Tess refused an abortion then, and somewhat regrets that decision now because the child has Down Syndrome. Gunnar loves the little boy, but he could not be around the criminal activities Tess and the others were creating. He preferred to steer clear and free.
Gunnar: "Sorry, Tess. I ain't taking part of you're little mafia. Go ask someone else to handle the enforcements. I am done and wanna work on my wrestling career. This is what I spent the last years of high school doing outside of the backyard. Doing shit that gets my adrenaline pumped and fans cheering."
Gunnar's dream was to become a worldwide sensation, attracting many fans throughout the globe. Of course, he disliked authority, rules, and preferred causing mayhem most of the time. Some people did not like The Outlaw doing things which were unnecessary and provoked higher-ups.
Tess: "Fine! Hope you're happy here becoming something of a joke in the ring. Clay is right. You're nothing but a loser and selfish asshole!" She tossed one of his beer cans against the wall in anger. Afterwards, she marched directly to the front door then disappeared. Gunnar heard the engines outside starting then drove away.
Call Girl #1: "Who was that?"
The young prostitute curling her arm around his calf kissed his leg, worshiping him in sense.
Gunnar: "Some nutjob. C'mon..." Grabbed her arm, then picked her off the floor. "Bedroom. Now." Demanded as his large hand slapped her behind as she jumped and entered his room. Doors had closed only leave the readers imagination of what happens.