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Because of our continuous activity and being around for over three years now, the staff here at AMoC want to ensure we always keep adding new things for our members to gain muse and to create new and exciting characters.
We know that sometimes this universe can be quite small and restrictive and while we always want to keep this an SOA board at its heart, we also love the fun little side member groups. This time around we thought, why not venture out to the East Coast? It hasn't been done before and we thought it would be a TON of fun.
Now we're Soft Opening SAMNIA an MC unlike any other we have on the board, canons are to come, as will job opportunities etc please don't submit an app yet, instead please hit up Bex with your charrie idea. Don't worry SAMNIA will be properly functional within the next week or so!!
|Inactive Cameron Carmichael||
Posted: Feb 23 2017, 12:49 AM
The idea of revenge in the heat of the moment always seemed so sweet. It’s like tunnel vision, a single target in sight with no thought for what consequence your actions may bring. Everything seems justified in that moment. There is no concern for what may lay in the aftermath, the pain that a strike in the heat of the moment might bring, the hurt it causes not only the enemy in your sights but those that love them, and those that love you. Being the ‘bigger man’ and always seems cliché under a mind clouded so heavily with pain and frustration. Why be the bigger man? Why walk away and just accept this is how it is? Surely if you allow it once, it will happen again, and again and again until one day you find yourself a doormat, an empty shell of the person you once were without pride or passion.
Cami was young, he was naïve. He fought for all he could no matter the odds and given his age, his status and his size he had always played the underdog, the fiery little spitfuck with the chip on his shoulder because he thought he had something to prove. Only he was proving the wrong things. There was potential, his heart was unquestionable but severely misdirected. He had not yet had to sacrifice like many of the other had to, not really. This was the first time he’d felt cheated over club business, but it was just the way of the world. A taster of what pain each Son endured at some point during their tenure.
He’d spent the night atop of the Bootleggers roof, staring aimlessly at the pistol cradled in his fingers. He’d never shot a gun before, at least not at anybody. He’d never killed another human being before. It was one thing blasting away, mashing buttons on a video game on a character that could re-spawn, a character that had no real backstory or people to miss them. The Prospect could point this gun as many times as he wanted into thin air, aiming down the sights at the flickering lights of Charming and picturing the likes of Jax, Cilla or Frederick there as much as he’d like but this was not practise, it was not the real thing.
Cami had waited all night, weighing up his opportune moment. Weighing up who to go for first. Frederick… he had no idea where the hell Frederick lived, no idea of his schedule like Phi did. He’d be spotted a mile off trying to get into the offices come morning. Cilla, even harder to track down. That woman got about more than a travelling community, in his head she may have been the easier target but with that giant lummox by the name of Lincoln at her side there… it meant Jax. The shot caller, the big dog, the tip of the pyramid. He’d be easy enough to find, about everyone knew where his house was but… was Cami really the type to invade a home with… with children there?
He’d wait until morning, until before TM opened, Jax was an early riser. He would no doubt be about the clubhouse, no doubt alone. King Cami surveyed his ‘kingdom of dirt’ once more, slipping his hood over his head… awaiting the first sign of a rising sun.
Dawn was finally breaking and the lone Prospect stood across the road from the locked gate of the TM complex. He held himself tight against the wall, his hood still covering his head, shading over worn and tired eyes. The Brit was nervous, his hands at a steady shake as they checked every few minutes for the feel of the Beretta tucked in the back of his jeans. Still there… still there. A familiar rumble rang through his ears causing him to take a step back further out of sight allowing himself enough of a view to catch the SAMCRO President steer his Harley up to the gate, unlock it and ride on through.
Cami took his first step out from his spot, catching a discarded can with his foot in the process. It sounded off a screech from an alleycat that spooked the Prospect more than it should. He span on his heel, gripping the waistband of his jeans like some jittery junkie. “Just a cat… a fuckin’ cat” he mumbled to himself, chest heaving with every deep breath taken. “Fuck off…” It approached his heel like a tiny brave tiger. “Scram…” Cami shook his trainer clad foot at the minibeast, causing it to dart off into the other direction. Looking back up at the House, Jax’s bike was already parked… he must have been inside by now.
The weary Prospect rubbed at his eyes as he scurried across the lot and up to the clubhouse door. His heart was beating with a fury, his hands still quivering, a rush of adrenaline and fear for his intentions. He cracked the door open, not bothering to shut it behind him as his eyes fixated on his target, Jax Teller, who stood composed at the bar. Cami inched inside and what began as a warpath up to the President became a sudden halt a few feet away at Jax caught sight of his Prospect. This was the showdown he’d envisioned, typical of those old western films except without the whistling background music and a clock tower to kick it all off. Only he’d frozen, his hand that once couldn’t stop touching the safely tucked pistol couldn’t find the confidence to pull for it. He just stood, eyes glistening with tears he fought so hard to hold back. Cami’s heart was pounding solidly through his chest now, his stomach twisted up so much he thought he was going to be sick.
“I know what you did…” Every other word crackled through his voice as he broke the silence. “I know what you made her do…” He blamed it all on Jax, on Cilla. It hurt for many reasons, it hurt because he’d done everything asked of him since his last altercation with the President, yet he still felt like he was being dumped on. He didn’t understand, he hadn’t been allowed to understand. A tear rolled down his cheek, another followed down the other. Every time he pictured it in his head, Frederick and Ophelia, it reignited the frustration within. “…You think you can make people do anything you want like you’re some fucking God…” The Prospect’s hands balled into fists, the whites of his knuckles straining through already pale skin. “…and you ain’t!”
Cami had all but forgotten about the weapon he’d spent all night gearing himself up to use, instead lunging at Jax leading the charge with his fist.
Posted: Feb 23 2017, 01:41 PM
❝Make Yourself Right❞
Set First Week of June 2013
Jax looked up from the bar, just as Cami made his moves. The older man could see by the Prospect’s eyes and gnarl of his lip. He was out for vengeance. The words that hissed out his mouth were like poison, intending to be expelled from Cami’s body in order to cleanse him.The SAMCRO Pres understood this somewhat, if roles had been reversed knowing Tara had dropped to her knees in order to save his skin seemed almost torturous. But at the end of the day, the woman that Cami was so angry for, had gotten herself into the predicament. She’d played both sides of the coin and hadn’t been honest. Sucking dick seemed like a far better outcome than getting a bullet to the back of the head.
There was a brief moment where Jax thought about killing him. He was undulating with a constant rage since he’d found out who the rat was and the man was in no mood to deal with a Prospect who’s heart had been wounded. But as Cami lunged, Jax saw sense. He would be killing a man in a few days, taking him to meet Mr Mayhem, there was no need to have the blood of a petulant young man on his hands also. Cami was upset, but he was a loyal Prospect, he could be renewed. A swift punch to Cami’s right cheek and then another, quickly followed up into his mouth, surprised the younger man long enough for Jax to wrap a hand around the back of his neck and smash his head against the bar counter top.
There, Jax held him down. “Now you fucking listen and you listen fucking good Cami, this is your last moment of drawing breath if you keep this up. You don’t know the full story and you’re blinded by rage. Your future Old Lady did what she had to do in order to save herself and save your patch. That shit goes a long way with me and now, I couldn’t care less about your girlfriend, she’s cleared herself. You wanna lose your entire future over shit that has already happened, shit that is now ok?” Jax spat, leaning his head down to hiss menacingly against Cami’s bloodied ear.
“I’m going to let you go now, you come at me again I will put you down or you walk on outta here, go up to Piney’s cabin and take a few days to sort your shit out. If you come back, you come back properly or you leave your kutte and you don’t come back.”
Posted: Apr 25 2017, 10:00 PM
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