Outlaws of the Outback – Part Two.

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Outlaws of the Outback 

Part Two 

Fools Gold 

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IceTe3a
CharlotteCarrendar

CharlotteCarrendar: – Riding along at a slower pace with the bag of gold jingling, the pair had gotten away with murder so to speak. Having gotten the supplies they needed, their horses with new shoes and more gold than when they started, they certainly had luck on their side. Annie had to admit that the drunken gamblers were a bunch of fools the way they took her at her word about bush rangers. Little did they know they had just been fleeced by them. Annie bent down as her horse went under a low hanging branch, then righted herself, only to hear Jack say that she shouldn’t hide the fact she was a woman. She should have a name for herself as a dreaded outlaw. ”Aha! What ya think ta call me then? Rough riding Annie?’ This was said with a smirk as she thought that sounded ridiculous. ”And what is this about you likin’ ma hair down? Not be taking too much of a shine to me are ya?” Often Annie tried to act more male, to get away with more. Women were not meant to ride in pants, let alone be seen in such establishments as the pubs. She just found it easier to pretend to be male. ”That shopkeeper though…Ahaha…the look on his face when ya challenged him to go cheaper. I could see the colour drain away from his face.” <3>

IceTe3a: – The horse slowly trotted along with Annie up behind, he was admiring the new rifle as he checked it over, listening to Annie ramble on about how it was easier to be a male. Smirking he glanced back head half cocked “Oh so the damsel in distress needs to make life easier” he laughed out loud teasing her as he looked around, for now they were heading back to their billabong camp. “ I never thought you would be the first one to say it’s too hard” chuckling lightly he wouldn’t let that one slide down as he nodded in agreement, the shop keeper went white as a ghost when he challenged the man to drop the prices. “Most don’t like getting into fights, what more do ya expect from a bunch of yellow bellied shop keepers anywho” Soon enough they reached their destination, he took the horses gear off and allowed it to roam around freely as he took a seat on a fallen log. “We still need a better place to rough it than the side of a billabong that’s for sure. “ glancing around he knew this was hardly the best defendable place and not exactly a place where you can just leave your gear lying around, but a house costs too much and most houses were in towns, it was rare to see a shop or house built in the middle of nowhere.

CharlotteCarrendar: The taunts from Jack about being a damsel in distress only had Annie roll her eyes. She never meant she was one, it was just that it was harder all round for a woman in today’s society to get away with the things she did. Jack’s laughing only made it worse. He did have a love of teasing her when he could, and she put herself in it by her comments. On reaching the campsite near the billabong, Annie dismounted her horse once more and started to take off the saddle as well as the purchases she had made in the town. She was a bit excited about the bush oven, since that would make it so much easier to cook with. The kettle too would be put to good use. Living a life like this, roughing it in the outback was not easy. Keeping one step ahead of the constabulary was one thing, but dealing with the dangers of the bush was another. Snakes and spiders abound, and one had to be careful where they left their property. You had to have a keen eye out at all times. Letting her horse go, she took a seat beside Jack on the fallen log and listened to his suggestion that they needed a better place than this. A homestead cost an awful lot. ”If we bought a claim…built our own house that might be the way ta go, Jack.” <3>

IceTe3a: He watched as Annie started to mess around with all their new items that they bought from the stores, he smirked slightly as he knew she was happy and excited about it. He arched a brow as she said they should buy claim to some land and build a house that be the way to go, he chuckled lightly and looked back at her “And who’s ta build this house, eh? You n me? Besides, it take years and neither of us know how.” he rubbed his chin and leaned back against Annie as he sighed slightly. “We could go see the banker, they own all these lands. And we both know how crooked they are when it comes to gold. “ that would mean they needed more gold, means more robberies and now with guns it would make it a lot easier. He glanced her over and smiled, knowing full well they would need to make names for themselves that way people would take them more serious. “Besides, even if you’re female, if you got a name that’s feared I doubt anyone would be giving you any trouble” he chuckled lightly. They would need to dress correctly, but their clothing wasn’t exactly screaming fuck off either way they couldn’t afford to waste much more gold until they got their next pay, their new clothing would be on top of his list next time.“ I figure.. with land and a house, we’d be looking at least five.. ta six hundred gold pieces for a rundown old place.”their work was cut out for them, next pay check he would go visit the bankers who knew them both for what they were. “I reckon we aim higher, no more petty jobs. Hows about we rob some coaches, with all their equipment, horses and other valuables it make it easier. problem with stolen goods it was hard to pawn off in a proper town, anything south of the gorge (No mans land) was easy to sell stolen or not. Trying to sell anything legitimately north of the gorge came at a price cut to those who knew it was stolen goods. So do they take the price cut and keep it safe, or hit the outlaw towns and risk being held up, shot, or getting into a fight.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Annie got up off the fallen log and took off her hat. She untied her red ponytail and let her hair fall about her shoulders. Pocketing the ribbon which was a gift from her mother, she stared at the billabong thoughtfully. She loved the freedom of being able to just set up camp where ever she liked. To live off the land and then take from the wealthy who had far too much in their purses to ever be used for good means. Tapping her hat to her leg she was lost in thought when Jack spoke of how it would take years for them to build anything that could stand up to the elements, let alone the fact neither of them had the skills to do such a thing. Annie laughed about seeing a banker in order to find about buying land. ’Crooked bastards the lot of them.” She held no respect for them, and knew many that had lost their homes when they could not pay back what they borrowed. The idea that they would need at least five hundred gold pieces to get their dream home was way more than she could ever think to have. It was a King’s ransom, or worse – the price for a bush ranger’s head if they had done murdered a coppa. Annie had not committed murder in her crimes. Sure, she had robbed a few stores and a coach in her time – but never taken a life. Though the last run in with the law brought her awful close to losing her own life. The memory of that bullet whizzing past her head and slamming into a tree, a painful reminder. ”Robbin’ from the Cobb & Co, eh?” She asked with a rub of her chin. ”That be sure to get us known, Jack.” <3>

IceTe3a: – He smirked as he nodded in agreement, she had them picked they were all corrupt even more so than him and Annie were, they only spoke the language of gold. So they were to make names for themselves, he turned around to face Annie and smiled as he looked down at her. “You sure you want this path Annie, once we have name’s, there’s no turning back” he stood up tall and dusted himself off, as he held the rifle. “ If you’re still willing, I want you to stop hiding who you are. “ he chuckled and nudged her over playfully. “Come on, let’s go shoot some rabbit for tucker “ shouldering his rifle he left the horses to their own, as he knew where the rabbits holes were, he had attempted to catch them previously but they were always too fast for them. Taking a pocket full of bullets he placed his black hat on and smiled as he waited for her to get up and be ready before he pushed on. The field where the rabbits lived wasn’t too far away from the billabong, just around the corner and a 5 minute walk to the open field where the rabbit mounds were. The animal livestock out here was intense, not many people came out this way so the animals were everywhere, from wild pigs and dogs, to rabbits, birds and so much more. Creeping up to a good range to shoot from he sat down next to a tree and passed Annie the rifle. “Come on, you gotta learn to shoot straight so I know you have my back” he whispered and watched her carefully.

CharlotteCarrendar: – The startling red head couldn’t have been more sure about anything in her life. She knew the risks of the life that they lead and it would either mean being shot by the coppas or being hung high in one of the King’s gaols. So long as she was riding along side Jack, she was happy. Watching him stand with the rifle in his hand, Annie tossed her hat onto the fallen log. It was time to go and get some supper, and that meant hunting. Rabbits were on the menu if they got lucky. They were plentiful too, but they were fast. Following along behind Jack as he got together a handful of bullets and his hat, she took off after him. The sun was filtered by the large gum trees, and dragonflies were everywhere – bright and beautiful. There was so much to see in the bush that people took for granted. Annie kept quiet as she followed along till they reached a spot where Jack knew it would be a good spot to find rabbit burrows close by. Jack offered her the rifle and told her that she needed to learn to shoot straight if she was to have his back. Loading the rifle with the bullets, she pulled the lever back, and then crouched down low. Her green eyes surveying the grasses in the hopes to see that tell tale sign of rabbit ears. Both were silent for a time, till suddenly she spotted one, that had just come out of its burrow. Annie aimed. ~CRACK!~ the loud sound of the gun firing would startle away the birds in the trees, but to Annie’s surprise, she shot true. Bagging her first rabbit. She let out a whoop of joy and handed the smoking rifle back to Jack. ”I killed it…you skin it.” She laughed. <3>

IceTe3a: He watched as she handled the gun well soon enough she fired, he watched the rabbit as it doubled over a perfect shot, no need to waste another shot as it died with the first bullet. He smirked and nodded as he ruffled her hair “Nice shooting quick draw” he chuckled as he teased her. Shouldering the rifle he went over and collected the rabbit, cracking its neck just to be sure it was dead before walking back to Annie. “we’ll keep the furs, I’m sure they’re worth something to the right people” he smirked and led her back to their camp. “Get your cooking thing ready” he smiled as he pulled out his knife, he made incisions at the legs and cut the skin off perfectly, it wasn’t hard to tell that he’s done this before, as he gut and cleaned the rabbit down at the waters edge he threw the guts into the billabong as the fish came up in the middle and started feasting on the rabbit remains. Everything in the outback was utilized nothing was wasted, as he walked back with a freshly skinned rabbit and passed it down to Annie, he pegged the fur up high in a branch and left it there to dry out in the sun after being washed out, if anything a few of those could be used to make quite a few different items. Sitting back down he laid the rifle back onto the stump. “we’ll get a good night’s rest and head out and find a travelling coach tomorrow, where should we do the deed, good side or no man’s land?” that was the question worth answering as he glanced over at Annie while she prepared the rabbit.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Taking the skinned rabbit, Annie started to prepare the new bush oven that she had bought in town. She part filled it with water from the billabong and then placed the whole rabbit in the pot. In her knapsack, she had some vegetables that she had bought in town, along with some salt, that she added to the water. She was able to cut up the vegetables with Jack’s knife and add that to the pot. Placing it over the fire that had been built earlier, she placed the lid on and let it cook. It was going to make for quite the meal when it was done and a rare treat. Annie sat back and reflected on her shooting skills. Her dad had taught her when she was but a slip of a girl, but she hadn’t kept up with it till now. With the meal bubbling away, she took up her hat and placed it on her head on an angle that it covered much of her face. She folded her arms and leaned against a tree, her legs crossed out in front of her. Thinking about which way to go, to find a coach the next day, Annie thought for a moment, then from beneath her hat Jack would hear her say. ”No man’s land.” She didn’t give a reason for it, but he could probably guess why. <3>

IceTe3a: He smiled and nodded in agreement as he watched her settle down, so they were going to rob a coach in no man’s land. This would be interesting to say the least “You understand in no man’s land the rules are different, you need to be able to take a man’s life Annie. You can use the Rifle, I’ll be fine with my colt” he chuckled as he laid down against the dirt, resting his head on the stump he sighed slightly in relief as he took in the alluring scent of the cooking rabbit. He should wash up, but he was going to do this later, he was slowly drifting off when he heard it “ Ole country roooooaddd take me hoooome, sing with me Anna-bell, you useless mule!” it sounded like someone was in pain from the way the person was singing, twitching his hat up slightly he noticed a man and a horse walking towards them. Reaching for his pistol he unclipped it from the holster and left his hand rested there. “Whats cooking? Smells good” the old man lifted the pot’s lid and then grunted “Ugh.. needs beans” he dropped the lid down onto the pot again and lead his donkey down towards the billabong, where he stepped over Annie Scuse’ me” Watching him closely he sighed as he got up “Can I help you old man? “ The donkey started to drink from the billabong as the old man stood up and turned around with a snarl on his face “Who you calling old, ye scrawny mongrel” and then spat some chewing tobacco down onto the ground. Sitting upright he growled as he straightened his hat, Jack was getting annoyed and about to teach the old man a lesson it was obvious Annie would have to pull him in and be the middle man on this one.

CharlotteCarrendar:- Now it was not every day that a stranger just wanders into your camp, checks out what your cooking and then just steps over you like you are some log on the ground. But that is just what this old timer did. With a flea bitten mule, or donkey, he made himself at home at the billabong like he owned the place. Annie put her finger under the brim of her hat and pushed it up. She wasn’t shocked by the man’s antics, more surprised if anything. The sound of the bush oven’s lid being lifted then dropped unceremoniously with the declaration that it needed beans, brought something of a surprised laugh from Annie.”Cheeky old bugger.” She said before she thought. Course, Jack was off and on his feet in a blink. Approaching the old geezer, who took offence at Jack’s call. Turns out, he didn’t like being called old. Watching him spit out a large dollop of chewing tobacco on the ground, Annie could sense that this was not going to get better, if Jack lost his temper. Annie got to her feet quickly, and approached the pair that were at the stream. ”Well, ya not exactly a spring chicken. Ya better be answering Jack here, or he is libel to put a bullet between them blue eyes of yours.” <3>

IceTe3a: – He was growling and death staring the old man down as Annie stepped in and played the friendly role as she always did. He sighed and stood up straight as he watched the old man carefully. “ Of course M’am” the old man took off his ragged old hat as he spoke kindly to Annie, patting the back of the donkeys ass he smiled “Why me and old Anna-Bell here are gold prospectors, but its all hush hush. Not many folks know how to look for gold and the rest don’t know where it come from, it’s a Hoot!” he smiles and dusts himself off before taking a seat in front of them looking up as he was obviously addressing Annie. “You stupid old goat, Gimme one good reason I shouldn’t shoot you” Jack growled as he glared the calm old man down. A simple chuckle escaped his lips as he rubbed his tired old head “ Beans of course!” he threw Annie a bottle of beans and smiled as he nodded in kind “Besides by the way I figure it, the bullets worth more than I am” he rubbed his chin slightly as he eyes Annie and jack off. “So you two are Bush rangers, eh? Not that I mind, I prefer to keep away from all that flash and stuff I don’t rightly understand it anyway. “ he was talking about law and the town how everything was going so fast. Jack sighed as he walked away waving the old man off, seems like Annie more than could handle the old man, and he was right he wasn’t worth the bullet.

CharlotteCarrendar: – A gold prospector. So that was why he was this far out with just a mule and his world riding on her back. He dressed in clothes that looked so well worn, that they could use a tailor’s touch. He was polite when he spoke to Annie, even mentioning his mule’s name, which brought a smile to Annie’s face being that Anna-bell was close to her own name. The prospector sat himself down and rightly made himself at home, much to Jack’s annoyance. His nostrils flared as he went to call the old man a few choice words and asked a reason he should not be shot there and them. His answer. Beans. He threw the jar to Annie, who caught it on the fly. She turned the jar around and thought to herself that it would be good to add to the pot.”Guess he is staying for supper.” With that said, she laughed and went to add the beans to the rabbit stew. This would leave Jack and the old timer to talk. Annie lifted the lid on the bush oven, and unscrewing the jar, she added the whole lot. Even tapped the bottom. Hearing the old man ask if they were bushrangers, she shrugged. This was men’s business, and she knew Jack was already in a right state. <3>

IceTe3a: He sighed as Annie announced that the old coot was staying for dinner, but there was no arguing with her when she had already made her mind up. He looked over the old man and he looked harmless enough but one could never tell. “ Thank you M’am, gives this old timer to rest his sore bones” Jack shook his head, as the old man called himself old but seconds ago he was up in a blaze from being called old by jack, obviously he didn’t take kindly to other men. Looking back at Annie he had a confused and helpless look on his face, not knowing what to do to the old man as he sighed “Fine.. Yeah, what about it old timer. Thinking of collecting on our bounty? he glared the old man straight down the eye, to his surprise the old man shook his head “Nah, by the way I figure it you two are together and its hard to make a living. You gotta do what you gotta do” well he got half of it right, rolling his eyes he was surprised that a old man didn’t mind that they were both outside the law, rule breakers. It was more than welcomed as he and jack almost saw eye to eye for a moment “Just don’t get any funny idea’s “ Jack had enough of the old man and laid back tiling his hat over his face. Suddenly a strange noise comes from the donkeys carry bag, “Oh marry jane is awake!” the old man got up and pulled out a red hen, sitting back down he laid the hen on his laps as it clucked away happily while being petted “Annie, I’d like you to meet, Mary jane. “ he smiled widely while chewing tobacco

CharlotteCarrendar: – Much to Annie’s surprise, the old prospector had another surprise. A strange sound was coming from the back of the mule and it turned out to be the old man’s pet chicken who happened to be named Mary Jane. Annie shot a look at Jack that was comical. It was not every day that you ran into a man that kept animals like this, let alone named them. Watching the old man get comfortable with the chicken on his lap, Annie sat down opposite him. ”You have to forgive Jack. He is not too trusting of strangers.” This was the truth, and if the prospector sold them out to the coppas, he was sure to make a few coins out of it for his trouble. But thankfully, the old man knew how hard it was to make a living off the land. He might not respect them for being bush rangers, but as he said, you gotta do what you gotta do. Jack had now settled back against the tree, his face obscured with his hat, leaving Annie to talk to the old man. ”So there is real gold buried deep in these hills? I thought that was down lower than these parts.” <3>

iceTe3a: – Jack was drifting off to sleep as he slightly kept an ear on the conversation, with the horses roaming around happily it all seemed safe enough for him to catch a quick nap and let Annie deal with the old man. “Sure is, just gotta use some explosive or dig. Either way deep in the caves or in river beds, Just gotta know where to look” he chuckled slightly as he continued to pat his pet chicken. “So whats a pretty young thing like yourself doing with a roughed up gunslinger like him?” he was curious to hear her story, and he glanced back at Anna-bell who was now munching on some grass over by the trees, he smiles as he looks back at Annie. Jack yawned slightly as he shifted his weight, still not fully asleep just resting his eyes as he drifted in and out of it. He didn’t understand why Annie was being so friendly towards the old man, but she was always the smarter one out of the two, he just figured she knew what she was doing otherwise this would be a different story. The old man ruffled around in his pocket and pulled out a small gold nugget about the size a small rock “see here, this is what gold looks like before its shaped into coins and such. Worth a bit too” he chuckled, it seemed he was trusting enough to let two bush rangers know that he had pure gold on his self, jacks ears burned as he tiled his hat up slightly and stared down at Annie, he was getting an idea but would she let him?

CharlotteCarrendar: – It was a good question. How did a girl such as herself get into being a bush ranger? Annie pursed her lips for a moment, wondering just how much she could tell the man. She didn’t know the old timer and was not obliged to tell him a thing. She did show a hint of a pink blush to be called pretty. Few ever did that mainly cause of how she dressed. Looking down at the pet chicken that the man was holding, reminded her a little of one that she had as a child. But that was so long ago. Truth was, she had been riding with Jack a few years. ”My mum died giving birth to my baby brother. Dad….he couldn’t handle life without her. Sent us kids away to an orphanage.” At this she looked uncomfortable. ”I don’t care what anyone says…but those priests don’t know how to care for children. Bastards. I ran away, than be beaten again.” Annie looked away a moment, as she tried to compose herself before continuing. ”A coppa caught me stealing bread and was about to haul me in. That was when Jack saved me. Been with him ever since.” It was true. As a young teen she had been on the run for some time. A pick pocket – a thief. <3>

IceTe3a: – He smiled and nodded as he pockets the gold nugget, obviously she had a harsh up bringing, it was almost tearful to the old man as he smiled and continued to pat his chicken. Jack almost had enough of all this, the old man had a gold nugget and who knows how many more. Coming to a stand he stretched his arms before slowly walking over to be behind Annie, looking down at her he shook his head. : The old man looked from Annie to Jack who was slowly rising, he gulped slightly as he clutched his pocket and looked back to Annie with a half smile, he knew Annie was kind in heart to those who understood but jack was a heartless man to anyone else but his own or that’s how he saw him “I best be off, long journey ahead of me and what not” he quickly rose and stowed Marry-Jane in the carry case again, as he grabbed Annie-bells reigns and pulling her along “It’s been a pleasure, M’am” he said as he scurried off into the distance. : Jack watched as the old man quickly raced to get ready, he sighed slightly and shook his head as he watched the old man ride off into the distance, not far enough to escape a rifle’s bullet though. He picked up the riffle without asking what Annie thought they should do. Coming down to a kneel he leant against the tree with riffle in hand, cocking it he means to kill the old man for his gold.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Annie had forgotten herself in her sad memories, and it wasn’t till she noticed the gold nugget, and heard Jack get up behind her, that she knew that trouble had just shown its head. The old man, he quickly twigged to the situation. Showing such a large nugget of gold to a pair of bush rangers was a mighty big mistake. Annie felt a lump rise in her throat. This was the part of a bush ranger’s life that she didn’t like. But it was also a test. The old timer was suddenly a lot quicker in his movements. Packing away the chicken and grabbing the mule’s reigns as he started to make a hasty retreat. There would be no more hospitality. Annie went silent when Jack had reached for his rifle. There would be no discussions. She watched on as he knelt and took aim. She closed her eyes, and started to count down as she knew that the sound of the rifle would soon fill the air. <3>

IceTe3a: * BANG* the crack of the rifle firing as the shot hit true, he half expected Annie to speak up and ask that the man’s life be spared, but in her weakness to step up in what she wanted she had to sit there and watch as Jack took the man’s life, the bullet hit the old man in his right leg as the screams of pain and agony echo through the barren land. Jack huffs proud of his shot as he shoulders his rifle and comes to a stand “Stay here” he said in a low tone as he walked out towards the old man. You could hear the old man begging Jack for his life, that he will give everything over to him if he let him live. Pulling out his .45 colt he aimed it down at the old man “ You die as a lesson” *BANG BANG BANG* three shots in the chest as the third one surely finished the old man off. Jack holstered his pistol and checked the old man for his gold nuggets, finding three he pockets them before he walks over to the donkey, pulling the carry cases off he checked inside, beans and other foods and the chicken. He grabbed the chicken by its head as it fluffed up, he broke its neck and tossed it on the ground. Walking back to the old man’s dead body he picked it up and tied it to the donkey before shooting down at the donkeys feet, it forced the donkey to run off and drag the old man’s dead body across the ground far away from their billabong, no one would know where he was shot. Picking up the dead chicken and the rest of the gear he walked back to Annie and tossed the dead chicken on the ground in front of her as he looked at her carefully with his sharp eyes, his face covered in blood. Walking back to the camp fire he placed the newly found goods down next to the rest of their stuff before walking down to the billabong and started to wash his face.

CharlotteCarrendar: – The first shot hit the old man in the leg, then that was when Jack went off to finish the gruesome business. Annie bowed her head, muttering a prayer that she knew God probably would never hear. She started to rock back and forth after the sounds of the poor man begging for his life fell on deaf ears. Another three shots and the man spoke no more. Only when the dead chicken was tossed at her feet on Jack’s return, did she speak up. ”You killed the chicken too? We could have gotten eggs.” An odd thing to say, but she was not really thinking clearly. The donkey was now racing through the bush, dragging the lifeless body of the miner with it. If anyone ever found the donkey and the dead miner, it would be shocking to say the least. The miner would have been no harm to them, but he was carrying a lot of gold, and that was what they needed. Seeing Jack’s eyes so fierce – his face covered in blood, Annie soon quietened again, and started to pluck the chicken of its feathers. Last thing she wanted to do was cause him to be mad at her. Feathers were all around her feet, as she gripped handful after handful and tore them from the chicken’s flesh. <3>

IceTe3a: After washing his face he came to a stand and went through the loot he had just killed for, 3 jars of beans some more cooking items and spices, other food items, a pick, some rope and two carry cases. He chuckled lightly as he tossed the three gold nuggets into the purse with their gold coins and placed it back in Annie’s swag. He glanced over at her as he saw her rocking back and forward while plucking the chicken he sighed and wiped his upper lip with his thumb before coming to a stand and walking over to her. Looking down at her he sighed “You’re weak, a wreck. If you wanted that man’s life to be spared you would have said something. “ he kneeled down and took the chicken off her, throwing it over by the rest of the bags as he glanced in her eyes “ You were weak and didn’t even if you wanted to. So, I shot him to teach you a lesson.” he looked down at her shaking hands and came to a stand “Go on.. Get” he nodded out towards the bush “ Take your stuff and leave, this life isn’t for you. And I can’t trust a yellow belly to protect my back” he turned his back on her and walked back to his stump, taking a seat he pulled out the old man’s chewing tobacco and shoved some in his mouth.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Annie could hear the anger in Jack’s voice as he ripped the chicken out from her hands and tossed it over with the old man’s possessions. He shouted at her that she was weak, and that she should have said something if she wanted the old man to live. Annie stared up at him, her mouth falling open. She had seen him angry before, yes. But never like this. He rammed home that he shot the man to teach her a lesson and a hard one at that. Then…he said it. ”Go on..Get.” Telling her to get on her way. That she was a yellow belly, and he had no use for someone as weak as her to defend him. It was then he turned his back on her. Walking away as though ready to throw her away….just like that. At first Annie didn’t know what to do. Did he care nothing for her at all? Annie got to her feet slowly. So this was it. Had she not proved herself before when it came to helping him? Angrily, she kicked over the bush oven so to spoil his dinner. ”Ya forgettin….I’m still a gal..with feelin’s. But aye…you want rid of me? I be going.” She took up her saddle and started to put it on her horse, muttering under her breath as she did so. She reached into the backsack and took out the nuggets and threw them at him so they would hit the back of his head. ~Tink tink tink~ ”And you can keep ya gold!” She mounted her horse and then kicked its flank hard, tearing off through the bush….heading for no man’s land. <3>

IceTe3a: – He was expecting her to come at him full force instead she started on about how she was female and how she still had feelings. He shook his head as she started to saddle up “So you’re blaming your weak state on being female? Pathetic, I know kids that stand up for themselves better than you” and he left it at that. The nuggets hit his head hard as he rubbed the back of his head as he picked them up sighing, he turned around just as she left and watched as she disappeared off into the distance. He knew she wouldn’t survive on her own out there but she had made her choice and left it up to her as he always did. He looked over the campfire as the food had been spilt over. He sighed as he poured the food out of the camp stove onto the ground and washed it up before packing everything. “ You got a long way to go Annie” he sighed as he glanced out to the horizon. He knew she would come back to the billabong once she cooled down but he wasn’t planning on staying. As he tied up all their gear into the bags, he stuffed the lifeless chicken into the pot with the nuggets and 55 gold pieces, keeping two for himself. Placing it all neatly near his stump he left the rifle next to it and placed his hat on top. he saddled up his horse and left with only his pistol, two gold pieces and a canteen of gold as he rode his horse deeper west into no man’s land, towards the nearest outlaw town.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Jack and Annie had fought before, but never like this. As she tore through the bush, her heart was indeed breaking. She hated to admit it to herself, but her rash temper was not always a good thing. Maybe he was right. Maybe she was a yellow belly and no good to him on this journey together. Annie had taken off without thinking. Leaving behind everything of value and not a coin on her. She soon slowed the horse when she thought she had gotten far enough away. ”Damn him.”Annie cursed. She’d never been this far out on her own before and her tracking skills were poor. It had all been going so well. If only that dreaded old man had not wandered into their fold. Her inaction saw the man die, and now her partner hated her for it. She would soon find herself leaving the dense bush and find herself on the grassy plains that headed for a township. Annie had no real plan of action. Should she revert to her old ways, or carve a name for herself as a lone bush ranger? <3>

IceTe3a: As he galloped through the rough terrain he couldn’t help but think about Annie and how stupid she was being, it was never like her to not speak her mind and now she blames everything on being female, what a cop out. It took him awhile but he finally rode into the lawless town, where law was taken into your own hands. As he rode into town he pulled up at the local tavern, jumping off his horse he hitched it up and walked into the tavern to have an ale. He looked around glaring at everyone, any one of these guys could pop off a shot without warning and he knew it. He took his ale and walked to the back table corner before sitting down and chewing on some tobacco. He spat it out before taking a sip of ale and strumming his fingers on the table, he was angry and annoyed at both himself and Annie. He glanced over at a table that looked to be playing cards, but he couldn’t be bothered and without Annie around to help swindle him out of their grasp. Leaning back in his chair, he knew she had made her mind up and now the past was the past, he would continue down his own path since she decided she wanted to be on her own. The days ahead would prove hard and full of bloodshed, that much is for sure.

CharlotteCarrendar:- Little did either Annie or Jack know but the donkey that had been pulling the dead body of the miner had reached a small settlement. A farmer and his wife spotted the blood splattered donkey in one of their fields, and on closer inspection, they saw the lifeless body of the old man. He’d bled out and his clothes were torn to shreds from the terrible dragging through the bush. The farmer sent one of his hands into the nearest town to alert the police that there were murderers about, and soon they had sent out a group of policemen on horseback to scout the area. It was as Annie was riding across the plain that she spotted them. Four of them, all dressed with those unmistakable hats. She could no longer use the dusty roads and was forced to go back into the bush. A woman out on her own like this with no provisions or explanation would surely be interrogated if caught. She walked her horse into the thick undergrowth and kept a sharp eye out. It would be getting dark soon. <3>

IceTe3a: He drunk his share of ale before he got up and paid the owner for the ale as he was walking out he bumped into another male who was entering. He was shoved back, this is where he cut loose and spun around smacking the guys lights out“Touch me again you’ll be biting lead” he snarled, he glared around the room some of the men were standing up, only to slowly sit back down and continue with what they were doing, no one wanted a piece of jack. His friend on the other hand reached for his pistol, but jack was faster *Bang Bang Bang* his lifeless body hit the floor, jack didn’t bother searching for anything but did take three bullets back “ Fair warning” he growled out as he glared around the room once more, some of the men were shaking in fear for their lives, in truth he was upset and lashing out at anyone who crossed him. He snarled some more and walked out of the tavern before hitching up on his horse, there was nothing in this town for him, so he decided he might as well go hold someone up. “Hyea!” his horse galloped into action as he blazed out of the town and back into no man’s land, in search for some poor soul to rob them of their wealth, his mind couldn’t help but think of Annie and wonder how she was faring.

CharlotteCarrendar:- Annie…was lost. The sun was starting to set and she had no idea where she was. She hated to admit it, but she needed Jack. Riding on, with no clue but trying to keep a step ahead of the coppers was when she heard it. ”STOP…IN THE NAME OF THE LAW!” It was a coppa and Annie’s heart near stopped. She rounded her horse and there was two coppas riding up the plain. She had let herself become visible, the biggest mistake she could have made. The voice of Jack was in the back of her mind…calling her weak, a yellow belly. Annie reached for her revolver and then pointed it at the constable on the left. ~BANG!~ One shot fired and it struck the coppa in the chest causing his horse to rear back and toss him off like a rag doll. The other coppa shouted out in anger as Annie shot again, only this time grazing the second coppa’s shoulder. It was enough to give her a head start and she gripped the reigns, taking off at speed. Riding blindly and leaving the coppa’s behind, until there was a gun shot. A sudden pain ruptured from her right arm as she took a bullet that sheared through some skin and tore her shirt. Bleeding, she rode on hard, trying to find her way back to the gorge….before it was too late. Her vision was poor from the lack of light, but she kept on going. Riding on and on, till she started to recognise the bush around her. The coppa’s hadn’t followed her in. Reaching the billabong, she fell off the horse and landed with a heavy thud on the ground. <3>

IceTe3a: He came to a slow trot as his horse wondered the barren lands of no man’s land, he was searching for someone he could rob to keep his mind off Annie. He continued to wonder for a good hour or so before he needed to take a drink of water, as he guzzled down some of the water he sighed as he knew he’d be lucky to find someone out this far. Luck provided and he saw two horses riding in the distance, a smirk slipped across his face as he galloped towards them, they seemed to be doing the same as he unclipped his pistol and continued to approach them it was too late by the time he realized they were coppa’s. “ G’day, seen a solo female rider round these parts? “ one of the coppa’s said as jack thought they were talking about Annie but he had to play his part, they didn’t know him. “Nah, she’s barren out these parts, why?” he watched as the coppers looked at each other one took his hat off and sighed “She’s wanted for the murder of an old man, she’s also killed one of our officers and wounded another” Jack swallowed his built up saliva and thought to himself “Annie you idiot!!” as he rubbed his chin and nodded behind him towards the town which was a good days ride “If anything, she’d be held up in the town that’a way. You may find her and other’s you’re looking for, be warned boys keep the guns loaded” the cops smiled and paid him a gold coin for his troubles and rode off towards the town, he waited for them to pass him before he pulled his gun out *BANG BANG* he shot the first copper dead the second fell off wounded, dismounting jack walked over to the other copper who was groaning “ Remember this face, if you survive tell everyone, not to fuck with me or my girl” he kicked the copper in the sides as he picked both the dead copper and the living one clean of bullets, coins, water and food. He looked around to get his location, he was going to make it for the billabong but he didn’t know if she would be held up there or not “Annie.. you’re an idiot” He had just made a name for himself and officially became a fully fledged outlaw, a wanted man. As he rode as fast as his horse could take him towards the billabong, it took awhile but he was almost there as he kept a sharp eye out for anyone who may be around, hearing groans he thought it was Annie as he lead his horse over, it was the wounded copper Annie had shot“Please.. thank god.. save me” Jack glared down at the man, before pulling his pistol and… *Bang* Jack sure was ruthless.“Annie, its jack.. Where are ya, ya bloody idiot” he bellowed out hoping to hear her.

CharlotteCarrendar:- Laying on the grassy bed that was near the billabong, Annie was drifting in and out of consciousness. What has she done? Killed a coppa, maybe two? All she knew was that she had made it back to the safety of the billabong, but Jack was nowhere to be seen. Her voice whispered from in amongst the grass. ”Jack?” Soon her eyes closed and blackness consumed her once more. Her horse came up alongside her, nuzzling her back trying to get her to move. Blood was on the grass and flies were buzzing around her wound. Then out of nowhere, a shot was fired. Two. An angry sound of a man’s voice and Annie’s eyes opened partially. Was this a dream? She heard another man’s voice and then another shot. Annie reached out with her hand and her horse let out a loud neigh, pawing the earth where she lay. ”Jack….” she tried to call out. Would he hear her? <3>

IceTe3a: – He lead his horse over to the billabong and surely enough after awhile he found her, dismounting from his horse he shook his head as he saw the state she was in “You bloody idiot Annie! What were you thinking” he sighed as he picked her up and brought her over to their usual camping spot, he looked around and all their stuff was still here, good. He tore his shirt off and then tore hers off as he looked at her wound, he washed it with water and wiped the blood away, he checked for a bullet but it was a through and through shot, clean. He quickly tore his shirt up and used it to bandage her shoulder up to stop the bleeding, it was cleaned and now with the medical aid it would stop bleeding, she would just need rest. He sighed as he grabbed his spare shirt and put it on her doing up the buttons, grabbing her swag he undid it. Picking her up he slid her into it and zipped it up, using his swag as a pillow for her head. He looked down at his bare chest, it was mixed with blood from the coppers and the man back at the tavern he sighed slightly as he started a large fire and took the chicken out, he soon cleaned the chicken and tore the meat into pieces placing it in the bush stove, with some water, veggies and what spices she had bought them he started up a nice dinner for them to slowly be cooked. He placed a water canteen beside her and stripped down as he walked over to the billabong and walked into it, slowly submerging himself as he washed the blood and smell away with the soap.

CharlotteCarrendar: – It was Jack. Swearing and cursing her for her stupid actions. She was just too weak to fight back, but had a sad expression as he picked her up and carried her to the usual camping spot. ”Jack…” she kept repeating his name as he tended to her wound. She’d really gone and done it. Shot two coppas and was now wanted also for the death of the miner. Annie crried out as he tended to her wound, but he was being so careful with her. Using his own shirt to stop the bleeding. With her head resting on the swag, she stared up at him as he cared for her. Even using the chicken from earlier to start cooking a meal for them both. He did care for her. Drifting in and out, she could see him. Going down to the billabong to bathe away the blood and the grime from his ride. No doubt he would have harsh words again for her when she finally roused. The wound throbbed as the bandage stopped the bleeding. It brought her round and she then started to sit up, as Jack continued to bathe. Her mouth was dry and her throat raw. Taking up the canteen with her good arm, she took a sip of water which quenched her thirst. Would he still think she was yellow now? She watched him silently, as the fire crackled and spat. It took her a while to gain the courage to say what she had too. ”I wasn’t thinking. You were right.”<3>

IceTe3a: – He heard her voice call out as he looked up from in the water, he sighed in relief that she was ok. Walking out of the billabong he put his long pants back on and wondered over to her, kneeling down he smirked slightly. “ I’ve killed 3 coppers one man and took the blame for the Dead miner today.” he glanced over at her and smiled lightly as he finally came to sit down next to her he sighed slightly “You’re right you are female, but that shouldn’t be an excuse. It should be more of a reason to drive you to better yourself. In the long run you can be as tough as any bloke out there” he chuckled and looked her over carefully as he checked the wounds “How you feeling anyway?” he walked over to the fire and stirred the bush stove, dinner was smelling good and it was almost ready the aroma was wafting through the air. He sighed happily as he walked back to her as he comes to sit again “You really had me worried Annie”

CharlotteCarrendar: – Annie’s face fell when she heard what Jack had gone and done. Between the pair of them, they had killed enough coppas and others to warrant them being officially outlaws. Wanted dead or alive. No doubt as word spread, the bounty on their heads would be considerable. So much for wanting to settle down. Anne eased herself up and watched as Jack approached her. He gave her a right telling off for doubting herself. He believed that in the long run, she would be rougher than any bloke. Jack asked how she was faring, to which she answered. ”Sore. Burns like a right bitch.” Which was true. She had really gotten herself into the wars, but thanks to Jack she would survive. The smell of the cooking food however had her stomach rumbling. She remembered the chicken and then looked over at Jack. ”I owe you my life, Jack. Really.” From now on, she was going to pay heed to his words. <3>

IceTe3a: He smirked as she said she owed him her life, he simply shook it off “Nah, we’re together in this from the very start. We have each other’s back, it’s to be expected ain’t it?” he chuckled lightly. Coming to a stand he walked over to their supplies got two tin bowls and spoons, as he filled up a helping of the chicken broth, he walked back and gave one with a spoon to Annie “All I need you to do is be yourself, It’s not just me calling the shots. If you think we should do something else, or I shouldn’t kill someone for example, speak up” he really wanted her to know she had a voice in everything they did and she wasn’t just one of his lackies. “Well now everyone will know there’s a bullet biting tough female out there, no sense hiding what you are now” he gave her a wink as he started to eat the soup. [/b] “ You still need to get better, I reckon that takes us out of the job for a while. What do you say?” [/b] he chuckled as he continued to eat the food, he was proud of his cooking although he wasn’t much of a cook, Annie was the chef out of the two of them, she had a lot of useful traits.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Annie took the offered bowl of chicken broth and it was truly welcoming. She grimaced as she adjusted herself on the ground to eat. Blowing on the first spoonful, she placed it in her mouth and it was probably the best thing she had ever eaten. She was truly grateful for him in more ways than one. Nodding, she agreed that she was definitely going to be known after today, and that hiding who she was was out of the question. Her arm still throbbed, and it may be a day or two before she would be able to ride properly, so their plans would have to be on hold for a while as she got her strength back. Annie finished her small bowl of chicken broth, and handed it back to Jack since he would be better at cleaning them out.”You’re right. No stage coach robbing for a while, and I promise to not bite my tongue no more. Ya might not like what I say…but eh.” Her spirit was coming back and that was a good sign. <3>

 

Outlaws of the Outback.

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Australia, Australian, bush, Bush Rangers, characters, drama, historical, outlaws, roleplay, story

Outlaws of the Outback 

Part One 

Dead or Alive. 

Writers

IceTe3a
CharlotteCarrendar

CharlotteCarrendar: – Snorting, braying horses pushed to their limits by their riders. Sweat streaking down their sides, with foam at their mouths. The horses gallop through the bush as though being chased by the very devil himself. Loud crackles of gunfire only spur them on in their haste. The two riders, both wanted for crimes against the Crown are one with their steeds. Spiriting their horses on to gain greater distance between them and the coppers. The riders are sinners; wanted men with a heavy price on their heads that would feed a family for a year. Sons and daughters of Irishmen, their names are folk lore, their deeds spread by the printed word that ran the length and breadth of the Devil’s own land. A loud whip crack and the two riders don’t look back. Once they pass the gorge, they were free from the clutches of the constabulary. <3>

IceTe3a: The devils land, named rightly so as this barren landscape was cruel and unforgiving. The lifestyle of the people that were forced to live here was anything but luxury, if the bush didn’t kill you the sun would. The heat of the sun bared down on the two riders as they made their best efforts to out run the law without getting a bullet lodged into their backs, with full trust and hope in their horses as they galloped through the rocky terrain whipping past and nearly hitting large gum trees as the horses breathed hard while pushing their limits. The sweat on his back was nothing in comparison to the sweat slowly rolling down Jacks dust covered face, raising his right arm he wiped the sweat from his forehead a momentary pleasure one of the few things he could afford to do at this point. His eyes sharp and darting around as he surveyed the rugged land glimpsing over to his partner in crime though he did not turn to look back there was no point as they both knew what was coming after them. ” You’ll never get us alive you lads!” He spits as it momentarily moistens his dry and cracking lips the wind soon to dry them up once more “Bloody coppers… HYAA!” another crack from his whip as the sound of gunfire and bullets whizzing past, forcing his head to duck and weave around in hopeful luck in dodging every single bullet they let loose. The gorge was in view, two large mountains creating a deep and narrow path to the no man’s land, not just anyone could survive out there and the coppa’s never dared follow as it was out of their territory. His hope rising as he stood in his spurs knees bent as he moved with his horse“Come on we can make it!! HYAA!!” another crack of the whip as the guns blare behind them. Even if they did make it through the gorge and to no man’s land, they had little water and little food to retreat to, they needed shade and these were the least of their problems a long day and a longer night awaited the two bush rangers.

CharlotteCarrendar: – With gritted teeth, Annie spurred her horse faster, though you could feel the horse was just about at its limits – breathing hard as it powered on. The brush and low hanging branches made it treacherous going, if you weren’t careful. Dodging and weaving, the horses and their riders were one with the surrounds. Both knew the bush like the back of their hands, but you could never trust the coppers, who were fast to shoot now and ask questions later. Dead or alive it didn’t matter to them. The dust and dirt flew up in their wake with leaf litter being churned beneath the heavy falls of the horse’s hooves. Annie could hear the sharp whistle of the shots being fired, and one near got her shoulder – whistling past only to slam into a tree. So close…too close. They needed to go faster. The sight of the gorge was fast approaching, but would they make it? Annie was riding so hard, that her hat near flew off her head, and she reached up to slam it down leaving only one hand on the reigns – her legs tight around the horse’s middle. The girl was not born in the saddle, but she’d been a quick learner and soon rode as well as many a man her age. Though to look at her, you would not even know it was a girl. Her trademark red hair tied up and kept well under her hat. Boys britches and a plaid shirt homemade probably for one of her many brothers was loose fitting on her and caught the breeze as she rode on hard. ”HEYYA!” Annie roared at her horse. Faster, she had to go faster. Jack was already gaining and if she didn’t keep up she’d be shot for sure. Annie’s horse snorted loudly heeding her cry and galloped on harder through the rugged terrain. <3>

IceTe3a: He watched her closely from time to time as they continued to ride down the path towards the gorge, he didn’t need to tell her to keep up she already knew what would happen if she fell behind. Dust kicked up leaving a dusting trail for the coppers, jacks mouth smirked at this moment as he knew they were free bound soon enough, there’s no way the coppa’s could catch them now save a rogue bullet collected them. As they made their way towards the opening of the gorge their horses came in closer as he looked over at her and smiled, they had made it; you could hear the horses of the coppers screeching as they were brought to a halt, rapidly wasting their ammo in chance to hit one or both of them “Next time we see you two you’re both dead!!” a fair warning was given. They would have to be more vigilant while riding through patrolled lands from now on, the prices on their heads had surely doubled after their last robbery. As they galloped through the gorge and finally out of sight of the coppers, passing through the other side to the barren dirt filled terrain. It was all the same around here, they would need to find shade soon enough to let the horses drink and rest, that means finding a river or a billabong. Lucky for them they both knew the terrain fairly well, and a hidden billabong in the bush around some higher forming rock faces allowed for a cooling bath, drink and shade. The perfect place to set up camp for the day “ We made that one by the skin of our teeth, lass” his sharp eyes glanced over to her as he looked her over head to toe as he checked on her “We’re heading to the billabong, horses need a well deserved rest” slowly he brought the horse to a walking pace, the least he could do now was let them breath as they headed over to make camp. “Thing’s can’t keep going this close, we need to make changes” he knew they needed a smarter way to get food, to pull of robberies, they needed new clothing.. to arm themselves properly and they needed to eat, the list of problems were long as he sighed slightly and sat back in his saddle, wiping the dirt and sweat away from his face.

CharlotteCarrendar:- A bright smile formed upon Annie’s dusty face as she heard the coppers scream abuse at the pair for making it beyond their reach. There was no way they would follow them into the gorge, and Annie knew it. The last bullets fired ricotched off rocks and showed that the coppers were too tired to even aim straight. But Annie was near hoarse from the ride, her throat so dry and parched that she needed a drink just like the horses did. Though safely away from the coppers, they needed to find water and shade or they would surely suffer a terrible fate. If one was unfamiliar to the lands they would easy go round in circles for days for every tree, every rock looked the same. Slowing her horse down, Annie had caught up with Jack who had also slowed. He was dead on the money that they had just survived by the skin of their teeth. ”Aye..we got lucky this time.” Annie added whilst keeping a good look out for the billabong that shouldn’t be too far away. Speaking of changes, Annie knew that her clothing was near ragged after the past few days ride. She was sure she’d torn her pants and in the worst place possible for a girl. Good thing she kept a needle and thread in her duffle bag. Annie lept down off her horse and then led it by the reigns as the gurgling sound of water was heard. The billabong. No finer sight for sore eyes in a place as desolate as this. It gave her a slight spring in her step and as she approached, she brought her horse to stop and started to untie the saddle. The horse’s back was soaked in sweat and dirt. Much like her rider. Taking off the saddle and placing it on a low hanging bough, she then led the horse to the water to drink, patting its side gently. <3>

IceTe3a: He smirks as his sharp eyes gleam with delight, a laughter roars out from his stomach as they once again have escaped death with some well needed money for supplies. As they walked on towards the billabong he could see Annie was slightly more excited than he was, he smirked as they finally made it to the billabong, it was covered mostly by a large cut mountain, with the thick gum bush being the only way in or out it can be missed by those who do not know its existence, he actually has never seen anyone else visit this place before it was like that a lot here. He stripped his horse from saddle and reign as he gave her a solid pat “Easy girl..” he said as he brought her down to the water and left her to her own will, he sat down by the billabong and cupped the water in his hands as he washed his face and neck, a cooling moment as the breeze came through it cooled his skin as he sighed happily “ well, we made off with a good amount but it will go fast.. we need to decide what we need to replace and what we need to get” he of course was thinking about the items that needed to be replaced and what they needed to get, the list was long but priorities were priorities. After resting for awhile he smiled and stood up as he started to collect twigs, pulling off some bark from the gum tree it was paper like and perfect to start a fire with, bundling them all up in a neat fireplace he started to rub a twig against the gumtree bark creating friction until a spark lit and a small flame rose. Quickly tending to it as he helped it light up the twigs until it roared into a steady fire placed with few good logs. The days were hot but the nights were cold, and they needed to eat as he looked up at Annie with a slightly arched brow “What we got left to cook?”

CharlotteCarrendar: – Letting go of her horse’s reigns to allow her to drink and then feed on some grass, Annie put her hands on her hips and looked around the billabong. What she wanted first off was to wash, but the most important thing that she needed to do was ensure they had food. Jack had asked her what they had left to which she replied ”Flour…some salt. Tea..” Thinking for a moment, she then looked to the billabong. ”Could try for some fish.” There was darts of silver movement within the stream, and she didn’t mind trying something different. Annie took off her hat, and smacked it against her side – the dust billowing around her as she then hung her hat on a tree. Reaching up she untied her hair, the red curls falling down and about her shoulders. ”Either that or we try for grubs.” Witchety grubs were a common source of protein in the bush, though they didn’t look all that appetizing. At any rate, she had the ingredients for a bush damper and that could starve off hunger at the very least. Jack had already made a start on the camp fire, so Annie went to see what she had in her swag. Pulling out the bag of flour and salt, along with the tea, she brought them over to the fire side and dumped them on the ground at Jack’s feet. <3>

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IceTe3a: He watched as she started to look around while pulling her hair out, he smiled as he watched her red locks flow gently down against her neck. Then she talked about fish in the bong or grubs, well if they were the choices he had it would be fish. No one exactly knew how it happened, but billabongs were full of fish in the most part, some say from birds transferring eggs or small fish that get stuck in their feathers others say the bongs are all connected by a underground water tunnel, either way he was sure there was fish in this one. “You can have grubs if you want, but I want fish” he laughed lightly as he came to a stand, stripping his worn out boots off, he rolled up his long jeans and took of his long armed shirt, he looked around in the shrubs as he finally found his hand made spear, made from a strong tree he leaves it here to fish with. “Tend to the fire, I’ll fish for dinner” he smirked as he stood there bare-chested and muscle bound, built up from the hard laboring work he has done over the years his body was riddled with different scars as well as a few prison brandings. He walks down into the water waist deep and stands still with a refreshing sigh “Oh this is bloody brilliant” he smirked as his body was getting cooled down, he stood still with spear in hand, it took a few strikes and waiting for the fish to stop spooking but eventually he got a nice sized barramundi, more than enough to feed the two for the night. they will eat like kings, it squirmed and wiggled on his spear as he grabbed it “Wooo! Dinners up! “ he smirked as he came out of the bong soaking wet, slowly he placed the fish on the ground and pulled the spear out, laying the spear down he unsheathed his old knife from behind his back and cut the fishes throat to let it bleed out as he sat down next to Annie. “So, what do we need to buy with our new found riches?”

CharlotteCarrendar:- Nothing beats a fresh fish meal, especially barramundi – the best fish that you can catch. Annie knew that Jack would rather eat nothing if he was up against just having grubs. ”Fish it is then, if ya can catch it.’ Annie said with a laugh, taking her turn to stoke the fire and add twigs and bark when needed. She sat herself down, peeling off her boots which were well worn and tossed them to the side of her. Annie was still filthy, from the ride through the bush but she would wait before attempting to bathe. Last thing she wanted to do was scare the fish. Annie made a start on the damper, which would last right through to the next day. All it took was flour, salt and water before working it into a dough, then placing the dough in amongst the burning embers of the fire. Be burnt on the outside, but so good on the inside. Not like the bread you would get from the bakers, but this was true bush tucker and saved many a man from starvation. Annie lifted her head when Jack called out how blood brilliant it was to be standing in the cool of the stream. Half his luck. She’d get her turn soon enough. A bit later he came back with his prize – a good sized barra which was wriggling around on his hand made spear. She had to admit, the man could fish like no other. While the fish bled out, Annie was asked what they should do with their new found riches. ”New pants.” Annie replied, feeling the breeze in hers. You could say they were holy. <3>

IceTe3a: He chuckled as he heard her say she wants new pant’s, it was true their clothing was almost worn out, they did need clothing but they also needed to arm themselves and get food.. a new kettle and so much more. He started to gut and clean the fish as he thought up a plan in his head, soon enough the fish was ready to start cooking. “throw some salt on her and she’ll be right as rain” he smirked as he tossed the fish on a smoldering log in the fire to cook, as he looked over at the horses they seemed to be enjoying themselves, they needed to pay a blacksmith to get new horse shoes for their steeds. He came to a stand as he walked over and picked up his swag and threw it next to Annie’s, the fire alone wouldn’t be enough to keep them warm so sleeping together was a smart move. Sitting back down as the smell of cooking damper and fish flew through the air making his mouth salivate. “How about.. we use the gold to get us some guns. Then we can rob a few stores, holding a bank up with a knife just aint gonna cut it anymore. If we arm ourselves we can go rob and hunt for food, may as well hit up the town we get the guns from anyway” his sharp eyes glance over to her with a smirk growing on his lips, it was true if they had firearms it be easier for them to rob stores and they could protect themselves, it would give them the next step they needed to get them to where they want to be.

CharlotteCarrendar: – With Jack back and tending to the fire and the fish now cooking on the smouldering log, Annie pushed herself to standing. Tired and dirty, she started to peel off her shirt that was still wet from sweat. She took it off, unashamed of her naked torso. He had seen it all before and there was no modesty between them. Annie took off her pants second, and then carried them all to the stream. Wading in, she instantly felt relaxed. The cool of the water invigorating. Dumping her clothes on a rock, she dived under the water and then swam a good couple of metres before her head bobbed above the surface. To her tired and aching bones this was sheer heaven, and she floated on her back. Her arms spreading out as she simply enjoyed the moment. She knew she had to wash her clothes, and Jack’s but first she wanted to wash the grime off herself. Annie asked Jack to toss her the soap that they picked up in the last town, and soon she was washing the clothes on the rock, before hanging them up on a low hanging branch to dry. Without a stitch on, she came up out of the water, and rifled through her duffle bag for her only other change of clothing. Hand me downs from her older brothers. Made tough for the environment, but did nothing for her figure. She rang out her hair by hand, watching Jack cooking the fish. The smell making her all the more hungry. Sitting back down beside him, talk came to how to spend their fortune. It never lasted long, what with the items that they needed and guns was on the top of the list. ”I’m all for a good pistol, Jack.” Annie offered, adjusting her sack behind her comfortably. <3>

IceTe3a: He smirked as he watched her enjoy the water before washing their clothing, the fish was cooking nicely and the damper started to let off its sweet intoxicating smell. When she was done and came to sit by him he smiled as he looked her over, not a scratch on her; just how he likes to keep her. “Yeah, a good .45 colt revolver would do us nicely. Then it’s settled, and if we have more we’ll get you new clothing” he smiled as he looked back at her, he didn’t bother worrying about his own clothing he’d wear anything, but Annie insisted on taking care of him. He sighed slightly as the fish finally was cooked, he pulled it off the fire, the heat didn’t bother him to much as his fingers were rough and thick skinned. Laying it down on a fresh gumtree bark he peeled the fishes skin back as the soft white flesh appeared to them both, the best part about barramundi. Taking up the salt he poured some over the fishes cooked meat and smiled “Dig in” as he took a piece for himself and started munching down on it, it was early noon nowhere near dark yet as he munched away on the fish slowly getting replenished he wondered if they should make for the town today, that meant going back through the gorge and to the local towns, any town out this side of the gorge had its own law and was always heavily protected. “Think we should head back through to town before night? “ he glanced over at her and watched her eating.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Annie looked over at the horses, that were both enjoying each other’s company and the freedom of not wearing a saddle. Both riders had pushed them hard throughout the morning, and now with the daytime around noon, there was time to go back through the gorge but they would have to pace the horses. Taking up a piece of white barra flesh which she blew to take the heat off, Annie contemplated what to do. ”So long as the horses can make it without falling lame.” Chewing thoughtfully on the fish, she then swallowed and added. ”Aye, we can go.” She knew that Jack was keen to spend the money that they had stole on equipment, and to be truthful, their food supplies were running low. Living off the land and not going into the settlements meant for hard going, if you didn’t know the bush well. Annie picked up a stick and gave the damper a bit of a prod. She could smell it’s delicious scent and knew that it would be good eating on the way to town. Glancing up at Jack a moment, she asked; ”Was a close call on that ride. I could swear one of those bullets had me name on it.” Wasn’t often that Annie admitted that she had been spooked by one of the shots fired at her. To bleed to death in the bush would be a terrible thing. <3>

IceTe3a: Eating his share of the fish he nodded in agreement, if the horses went lame that would be an expensive issue. Glancing them over he smiled and looked back at her “We won’t ride them hard, by the time we get to town and do what we need to do, they’ll be able to have a short gallop for our get away before we can start to walk them off again” he smiled lightly as he watched her prod the damper, laughing lightly “I swore I got hit, was a bloody ant that bit me though” his laugh got louder as he smiled and munched on more fish. Slowly the fish disappeared as they both ate it dry. Packing up his swag he left the damper for Annie to deal with as he saddled up their horses who were already cooled down and ready to go again. As he walked over he was counting the purse of gold coins “Forty eight.. Forty nine… Fifty.. We have fifty gold pieces, more than enough to buy the guns we need plus belts and spare ammo, with left overs” he was surprised that the purse held fifty coins, he thought maybe 10 at most this meant they had more than they originally thought. More than enough to stock them up with some more food items, weaponry and even clothing for them. He smirked as he took her beaten up pants and shoved them in her bag for later use “Looks like you’ll be getting new clothing soon enough love” he chuckled but he knew they needed to make the money last so he would be using his talents and tricks to bargain deals and con his way into cheaper prices, he waited for Annie to be finished with her meal and watched as she packed up the damper. Kicking dirt over the fire he walked over to the horses and tied the swags on “Let’s get along” he smiled

CharlotteCarrendar: – It was decided. They were going to head off just as soon as the camp was packed up and the damper taken off the fire. Annie rolled it out of the fire and tapped the sides as it was still quite hot. Jack had gotten a start on packing up their swags and the old clothing that had been strung up on the tree branch. He had thought out how to push the horses on the way to town without putting a lot of pressure on them. It was a wise move, and she knew that her horse needed shoeing as well. When the damper had cooled, Annie rolled it up into a large cloth that she kept just for her dampers. It would be packed with the rest of her swag and placed on the back of her horse to be eaten later on. The rest of the cooking supplies would also need to be packed. With the fire having dirt kicked over, they would be ready to set off once again. Annie did laugh when Jack claimed that he thought he had been shot, but it was just a bull ant. ”Well, they do sting.” Annie admitted, not exactly a fan of the ants herself. ”Though, I’d rather that to a bullet anyday.” Wasn’t that the truth? Finding her ribbon, Annie tied up her hair again, and wound it up so that it would be up and under her hat. For one it made her feel cooler without her hair on the back of her neck, and many mistook her for a boy half the time. She was not exactly keen about giving away the fact she was a girl. Annie mounted her horse, which had been saddled up by Jack, and then gave her a bit of a kick to get her going again. They would be heading out of the gorge and relative protection. Hopefully, no one was waiting for them on the other side. <3>

IceTe3a: As they both were ready to go he hopped on his horse and followed slowly next to Annie, the horses appreciated the chance to stop and rest for a while; he knew they wouldn’t go lame but he wasn’t going to take any chances. As they slowly made their way to the opening of the gorge it seemed safe enough, it looked like the coppers had head on home back to their own town, which was not the town they were going to in the first place; neither of them were stupid enough to do that. As the horses trotted along he started whistling an Irish tune, as he smiled looking over at Anne. They both had made names for themselves around the locals, but soon enough he knew their names would be spread and feared throughout the lands. The heat was slowly getting hotter as he took a swig from his canteen and passed it over to Annie “Keep the fluids up” soon enough the town they were looking for came into sight, they had purposely left this town alone as it was the main town for importing wares and such, they needed somewhere to sell their loot and resupply. Coming up to a log tie with a water trot he jumped off his horse and tied the reigns to the pole. “Let’s go see the gunsmith” he said as he smirked, his sharp eyes showing excitement, not many people knew about Jacks cavalryman background, he was a sharp shot and used to be a captain, that was before he betrayed them by refusing orders but the past was all but dust laying on the ground. As they walked over to the gunsmiths store he walked in as a bell rung, noticing a younger man sitting on a chair with a shotgun he had to assume it was loaded, as an elder man stood at the counter. Looking around there were many guns on display from used and broken to brand new among other things. He walked up to the counter and looked over the man “Wat’ll it be, stranger?” he smiles lightly as he gives a nod, “We’ll need two .45 colt revolvers, two belts and 3 extra rounds each, That’s 24 bullets per gun.” he looked over behind the man as the rifles as he examined them closely leaver action rifles would be great for a long distance fight or hunting “And gimme the 50.50 leaver with a few extra rounds too” he looked back at the old man who looked them both over, such an order was uncommon and could be considered dangerous “ Having some trouble?” the old man questioned his intentions as he smiled slightly. “Yeah.. we’re drovers, our boss is pissed, we were held up and lost our guns and the head of cattle to some bloody bush rangers” the old man seemed to relax as he nodded in kind, pulling up two brand new revolvers, two holsters and belts, the extra ammo for all the guns and the rifle. “ That’ll be 25 gold coins, I’ve even thrown in a strap for the rifle” Jack leaned back a bit and looked at the wares and back up to the old gun shop owner, “25 coins?! Are you kidding me? “ the young man leaned forward slightly as the table creaked, “Well either pay the price, or take it up with my son” the old man chuckled slightly, jack turned around and leaned against the table as he looked the young boy over then he got an idea as he looked at Annie with a smirk “How about a wager, If I can outshoot your son, we make it 15 coins, if he outshoots me I’ll pay 50 coins” he knew Annie would have something to say about this but he knew she would trust his judgment for now, he would just cop a beating later. The old man rubbed his beard as he looked over his son who nodded in kind, the old man laughed and shook Jacks hand “Alright but, he’s a great shot brought up with guns. First to shoot 3 bottles 10 yards. We’ll use the store guns and not the new ones. Meet us round back when you’re ready” the old man and young man left the back door open as they left, Jack turned around to Annie as he smirked ”Trust me..”

CharlotteCarrendar:- The ride into town had been a good one, and with the horse tied and close to water, the pair were able to start shopping for the supplies that they needed. Keeping the brim of her hat down, she followed Jack into the gunsmith’s. She understood the need for the guns, but was curious with how Jack would explain why they needed them. Seeing the young fella holding a shot gun and being on guard of the place, while the old man was behind the counter, Annie knew that they had to tread lightly or face being shown the door in a not so polite way. Annie let Jack do all the talking, as she went to look around the store while keeping one eye on the young gent on the chair. The hair on the back of her neck stood on end though, when she heard the price. That was half of all their gold and a handsome sum at that. She was ready to walk out in protest, but that was when Jack decided to make a bet. This had Annie turn fast on her heel, her jaw falling open when he bet that if the young lad could out shoot him, he would pay the fifty coins they did have for the weaponry. Oh, she wanted to drag him out of that store by his ear. It took a great deal of inner strength not to spit out what she thought of the deal. Course, the gunsmith could barely help himself. Getting a chance to see his sharp shooting son teach Jack a lesson. Watching the pair go out the back door, Annie was about to rip Jack a new ass hole, when he smirked and said ”Trust me.” Annie gave him one hell of a dirty look, then went back out the front way so they could then go round the back when Jack was ready to take part in the bet. ”Men…” Annie mumbled under her breath. <3>

IceTe3a: He smirked as he knew a well earned beating was on its way for even thinking about betting their entire gold, and if he lost it all she’d have him dead for sure. He chuckled lightly as he walked out with Annie and walked around the side, there were the old man and the youngster with 6 bottles lined up 10 yards away. Jack winked at Annie and walked over to the old man grabbing one of the revolvers he checked it out before cocking it “ On your count “ he stood next to the young man who was dead calm and preparing to fire the old man counted down from one to three and .. *BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG* Jack let off six shots shooting all six bottles before the young kid could pop one off, the old man stood there bewildered as jack smiled lightly and handed the pistol back. “Nice shooting son, well I am a honest man and a bet’s a bet. 15 for the lot come right this way.” He looked back at Annie and gave her a wink as they walked back into the shop, He handed over 15 gold coins and took the two revolvers, ammo, belts, holsters and rifle “Sorry sir, I do feel bad for outshooting your son. I’m sure he’s a fine shot” the old man shook his head and smiled “You were the better shot today, It’s good to meet other gun slingers, I’ll sure to be telling you if I have any trouble that’s for sure” he smiled and bid them goodbye. He walked out with Annie in tow and smiled lightly as they exit the shop he walked down the path before turning around, walking up to Annie he wrapped a belt and holster around her waist as he slipped a loaded .45 colt revolver into the holster, passing her a few extra rounds he looked up to her and smiled “I had it under control and we saved 10 coins, don’t hit me too hard” he smiled as he did his own belt up and holstered his pistol, slinging the rifle onto his back he looked around for the general store which basically sold all the foods and equipment they would need, after that they would need to get Annie some new threads “Come on Annie, lets hit up the general store” he chuckled as he walked her along the path towards the general store, this time he’d let Annie choose what wares they’d need.

CharlotteCarrendar; – Lucky for Jack, the bet went in his favour. He was a sharp shooter and made like work of the bottles that the old man and his son had lined up. Annie had stood well back, her arms folded over her chest. Jack truly had the luck of the Irish. Each blast of the gun was accurate and one by one the bottles fell. The old man while shocked was an honest one and agreed to honour the wager. ~Well that’s a first~ Annie thought to herself, as she followed Jack out of the store, only to have him turn around and place a gun belt around her waist, followed by the shiny new .45 colt revolver. The weight of the piece truly felt and she couldn’t help but smile at was truly a gift. Annie smirked at Jack as he gave her a few extra rounds of ammo. ”Don’t hit me too hard.” He teased. ”Oh don’t worry, I’ll get ya back for that.” Did she mean it? Having saved money on the guns, this meant they had more to barter with for supplies, and that meant going to the general store. This part of their shopping was up to her, and she already had some things in mind. Entering the general store a small bell rang, and a well dressed man stepped out and went behind the counter. There were barrels of produce and there was all manner of cookware, such as kettles and pots that instantly drew in Annie’s attention. She pointed up to the shiny kettle that would be perfect for a bush fire. ”The kettle please. Pound of flour…and do you have bush honey?” She was always keen on honey for the damper as it went so well together. Annie looked back at Jack and asked. ”What you be wanting, love?’<3>

IceTe3a: He watched as they entered the door, he leaned against the doorframe resting his hand on his brand new gun as he looked around the shop at the wares, he knew they needed quite abit but this was Annie’s department and she knew what was best as he watched her choosing out what she wanted, was that really all? Honey, flour and a kettle? They needed to supply up to last at least a week in the rough, he rubbed his chin as she called him love he coughed slightly and stood up as he looked around the store “ How about some more foods, something to keep meats from going bad, and anything else you can thing of Darling” he smirked slightly as he started to toy around with a few of the wares in the store. He kept a weather eye on the door for anyone else who may enter, as he walked up next to Annie he stood taller than her. “Rope we’ll need some rope as well” he smiled as he looked down at her.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Jack was right, they would need more supplies to help their foods last. ”Salt.” Was the first thing to come to mind. Sugar was deemed a luxury and she didn’t even contemplate it, since they used the honey as a sweetener. Annie caught sight of a bush oven and her heart near skipped a beat. That would be ideal and be perfect for damper as well as cooking a stew. Happily she pointed up at the oven, and the shop owner had to wonder just how the pair were going to pay for all this. Seeing they were armed made his lip twitch nervously. After deciding on a few more food stuffs that could keep, she then turned to wear they had clothing. One of the wooden mannequins was wearing a fine dress, obviously for someone important in town. Annie looked at it with wonder, before then thinking of being more practical and went to see if they had pants and shirts. She picked out two of each and brought them over to the counter where the shop keeper was adding up their supplies. ”Eighteen gold pieces for the lot.” Annie knew they needed the horses to have their shoes done and wondered if she should put the clothes back. <3>

IceTe3a: He watched as she chose all the items they needed, she even wanted to get a cooking oven which would be useful in the long run. As he watched her closely he saw her stare at a long beautiful dress as he smirked and had to help himself from laughing, the thought of a bad assed female like her had ever thought of wearing a dress was hilarious to him but he wouldn’t let her see that he was laughing at her. Watching as she settled for getting new pants and shirts for herself he smiled as he walked up to the front of the shop where they were, watching as the old man started counting up the price. He said it’s going to cost them eighteen pieces, they had fifty to start with and spent fifteen leaving them thirty five.. He knew the man was fearful of them and he smirked a sinister smirk as he pulled Annie back up to the counter. “Sixteen and not a penny more” he glared into the shopkeepers eyes without even blinking, he was trying to stare him down and shake him a bit.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Annie’s eyes opened wide when she heard Jack say that they would pay sixteen and not a penny more. Then she remembered the way they were dressed and the fact they were armed. Heavily armed. That sinister old sneer on Jack’s face made Annie nearly swallow her own tongue. Would the shop keeper accept such a price? A whole two pieces off? There was silence in the shop for a moment and you could see the bead of sweat on the shop keeper’s forehead. The staring competition was getting intense only to have an elderly lady enter the shop. This changed everything. The shop keeper favoured the lady’s custom and the last thing he wanted was her having a heart attack over a standoff over two gold coins. Annie cocked her head slightly to the left as she waited to hear the verdict, and then it was done as the woman approached the counter.”Yes..yes…sixteen. I’ll have my son wrap it all up for you.” Annie released a breath and then smiled at the old lady, who looked her up and down like she was some tomboy, especially when she saw the gun on her belt. The shop keeper was keen to avert a crisis and then came out from behind the counter to turn her attention away, as a young boy came from out back and started to parcel up their purchases. <3>

IceTe3a: He smirked as the shop keeper gave way to his banter sixteen gold pieces that was a whole two gold pieces off that was a lot. Smiling as he looked at Annie who was a bit flustered almost, he chuckled lightly as he pulled out sixteen gold pieces and placed them in front of the shop boy this lefty them with 14 gold pieces left, that was a lot left over seeming to reshoe the horses would cost 6 gold for both horses. He grabbed everything once it was packed up and followed Annie out, he knew she would say something about his harsh ways. Honestly she was the only one who could keep him in line, he enjoyed that fact as he smirked “We still have fourteen gold pieces left, the horse shoes will cost us six, and you have your new clothing so what else do we need?” he thought to himself as he looked around town they actually needed to get a home base of sorts, some kind of hideaway or something, perhaps they should start putting some gold away and discuss future plans. He walked over to their horses as he packed up all the gear into the swags and carry bags on the horses. Leading the horses over to the blacksmith he could feel the heat from inside as he wiped his brow “Need these horses reshoe’d we’ll be back to collect and pay later” the clanking of metal against metal could be heard as a grunting sound of acknowledgment echoed. Smirking he turned to Annie and looked her over “So whats next Darling?” he smirked cheekly.

CharlotteCarrendar:- So far they had managed to save their money from the gunsmith to the general store and gotten much of what they needed to keep them going a good while. The weapons would be especially handy in the coming weeks, if not months. Now all that was left was to get the horses reshoed. At Jack’s calculations they would have money at the end of it, and this was something that they would save, possibly for something more permanent like a place to call their own. For now however, they lived off their wits and their means. With the horses being taken care of, Annie had a wonderful idea. ”Fancy an ale?” she had a wicked gleam in her eyes, but not only that there was usually a card game on in the drinking establishments. Knowing Jack as well as she did, Annie knew that he could hardly resist that. If they were a bit under the weather, they could always find a room at the pub. <3>

IceTe3a: He heard her ask if he wanted to grab an ale at the local pub, his shark eyes gleamed as he smirked a wicked smirk, where there was a pub of drunks there was a card game with money to be had. “Sure, you can be my lady luck” he gave her a wink as they walked over to the pub. Entering inside the pub he walked over and ordered them an ale, flicking a gold coin at the barkeep that would pay for more drinks to come. As he eyes the tables he eventually found one where they were gambling with cards and gold coins, he smirked as he now had eight seven gold coins left after paying for all their drinks. Handing Annie a ale his eyes gleamed into hers as he took a swig and wondered over to the table. With the seven gold coins clinking in his hands he looked around the table and smirked “Mind If I join you boys?” as he placed down his gold coins and his Ale taking a seat at the table, he was drawn into the game of cards as each shared the opportunity to shuffle the deck. He played his cards right, loosing hands and bluffing his way making him look weak and his bluffs always fall through, finally he was the last person to shuffle with him and six other men at the table, he looked down to his stash of coins he had lost a few purposely and won some back now sitting with 8 gold pieces, the pot already had six gold pieces in it to be won. He shuffled the deck and with his slide of hand threw out hands for everyone, everyone got a decent hand but his own hand would trump all their hands leading them into a insecure bet without knowing. “eight gold pieces is the wager” most of the men chuckled thinking by now they knew his bluffs to well and sort after his coins once and for all. With six gold pieces in the pot and him wagering eight that brought the pot to fourteen and there were six other players if they all wanted to take the risk it would be eight gold pieces each leaving the pot at 54 gold pieces. One by one they all took the bait, their own greed, the great hands they held and the thought of figuring Jack out led them all to their doom. Anne knew her role in this, come running over with bad news about a robbery on their establishment making them having to take the gold and leave. Even though they may have lost their winnings the thought that the man they lost to had just been robbed sufficed their greed. One by one they threw down their hands to show, but in the end it was Jack with the strongest hand and he won all fifty four gold pieces, leaving the men with barely anything to go by, he waited for Annie to play her part, honestly she didn’t let him do this to often, he was to good at it and it could easily go sour. He slowly drunk the rest of his ale as he laid in wait, collecting his gold.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Sipping her ale, Annie had kept well out of eyeshot of the men that were gambling at the table. She knew perfectly well how Jack played and she also knew that when the time came, she had to put on a real performance to make for an easy get away. Nothing worse than drunk men who think they have been fleeced by a card shark. Oh, Jack was ruthless when it came to gambling and left many a man without a shirt on his back. Sipping her beer and then putting the empty glass on the bar, she ventured outside – her attire making her blend easily in with the other men that came in and out the door. With her hat down, few would pay her much attention since she dressed like a lad anyways. When she peered through the dirty panes, it was when she watched as the kitty grew and grew. There was more gold on that table than what they had come to town with. Annie counted to herself as the men were starting to show their hands, each one was not a winner. As soon as Jack splayed his cards on the table, Annie knew it was her time to act. Rushing in she reached the table and blurted. ”Jack…bush rangers…robbed the store!” A collective gasp was heard around the inn, including all the men at the gambling table. The worst thing they could imagine was murderous bush rangers riding into town and stealing from them. The sounds of chairs being pushed back came from all over – just the right time to take the winnings and make a run for it. <3>

IceTe3a: He smirks as he looks up at Annie as he saw her run in, her story and acting was spot on everyone had believed her as whispers of fear and robbers could be heard. “Filthy bloody bastards.. I’m sorry boys I need to take my leave and see what.. if anything they left me” he sighed as he took the fifty four gold coins and walked away from the table “I’ll be back again to try my lucky next time! If I still have a store to own that is” he watched as some of the people walked hastily outside to go guard their own houses and or stores, others were wondering if the robbers were coming this way. He walked out with Annie next to him, they were the perfect duo. He smirked as they were scott free, he turned around and looked at Annie“After paying the blacksmith we have forty eight coins left, Gotta love a man who can look after a woman” he smirked playfully as he went over to the blacksmith and paid the man for his troubles. He led the horses out all packed with gear as he passed Annie the purse of gold, as he hopped on his horse he waited for Annie to get on hers before they rode out of town looking like they were in some sort of rush. After a good ride he slowed his horse down to a gentle walk and let out a roaring laugh “Oh stupid drunk men.. never saw it coming” he looked back to Annie and smiled “You know.. you shouldn’t hide the fact you’re a female, make a name for yourself, your true self. People will think another male rides with me and when they see you as your female self they won’t fear you, that could cause issue” he chuckled and gave her a wink“Besides I like your hair down anyway” as they slowly made their way back to the gorge he wondered just what they should do next, obviously they need their own place sooner or later but where.. and how? Perhaps they should build their own place.

 

Rock in Peace – Doc Neeson

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RIP Doc Neeson.

It was truly sad to hear of the passing of a true legend in the Australian rock music scene.  Doc Neeson, the lead singer of the iconic Aussie pub band The Angels died this morning in his sleep, 17 months after being diagnosed with a brain tumor.  This video which was filmed in 2007 for Rockwiz is how I would like to remember him.  He truly loved to perform and he was loved by the Australian people.  His songwriting contribution to Am I Ever Going To See Your Face Again, Coming Down and Take A Long Line, among many, have become part of Australian music history.

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CharlotteCarrendar
IceTe3a

IceTe3a: Dixie had linked her arms around his neck as she came in and kissed him, he smiled against her lips as he picked her up gently by her waistline, wrapping her legs around his waist he supported her up with an arm under her ass. He returned the kiss with a passionate kiss of his own, only to lean back as he heard the pups yelping away he watched as the two new pups raced around the new house chasing each other, a deep Aussie laugh escaped him as he smiled as he looked down at Dixie “Heh, those two lil shits are gonna be up all night long” he carried her all the way to the kitchen as he held her in one hand and turned the jug on boiling the water he was making them both a cup of coffee. Looking out the back window to the yard it was rather large with green grass and a typical aussie garden in the background. Picking up both cups of coffee once they were made he held her up with his other hand and walked out to the extended 2nd floor patio. The view was beautiful as the sun was just starting to set it gave a gorgeous orange glow over the mountains, sitting down on one of the outside sofa’s he placed her to sit on his laps as they both leaned back he gave her, her cup of coffee “Welcome home hun” he smiled as he enjoyed the view. **Ring Ring Ring Ring* His phone was going off, as he picked it up it was one of his biker friends, “Uhuh.” “hmm..” he glances to Dixie as he continued talking on the phone “Righto, cya soon mate” he smirked as he hung up the phone. “Looks like the boys from this charter want to meet you and throw a house warming party, aussie style. They’re bringing meat and kegs of beer” he chuckled, resting his chin against her shoulder he continued to look up at her face “Invite some of your friends love, we’ll get the Barbie going and have a blast. They’ll be here in an hour or two” he smiled as he leaned back and took a sip of coffee. The two pups come running out and stop as they look at the large backyard, one raced down the stairs and the other followed until they were out on the grass rolling and chasing each other around. He hadn’t thought about it much because it didn’t bother him, but this was a great place to raise a little bub. Looking down towards Dixie he rubs the back of his head, “So erm.. Heh” he was embarrassed as he wanted to find out exactly what they were to each other, he knew how he felt but did she feel the same way? “You wanna be me shiela..?” basically asking her out to be his girl but in a more aussie and deeper meaning way.

CharlotteCarrendar:- Dixie was swept up by the Aussie bikie, and what started as a simple kiss turned into something so much more. With Logan picking Dixie up so effortlessly, and bringing her to wrap her body around him, she found herself succumbing to his return kiss that had a passionate hunger behind it. The young Aussie found herself lost in the kiss, only to have it broken by the sound of the gambling puppies under foot. They were really going to be a handful, and as Dixie broke the kiss, to stare down as the puppies ran past, biting and tugging at the other, she couldn’t agree more that they would be up all night. Maybe this would be good practise for the long nights that they would endure with the little one. “I take first watch then.” Dixie offered as she was carried into the kitchen and held aloft as he went to make them a cup of coffee. Dixie found herself feeling an inner peace that she had not known in a long time, and rested her head on his shoulder; her eyes cast up at him adoringly. How could it be that he walked into the tattoo shop and then they would find themselves setting up a home together. It was all a dream surely, but a good one just the same. Carried out onto the back patio on the 2nd floor, she would find herself sat on Logan’s lap as they would share their first coffee in their new home. But as Logan was saying his welcome, he got a call from the chapter. Apparently they were going to come around and give them a housewarming. Biker style. Dixie made a whooping sound. She was keen to meet his friends, and this was the perfect opportunity. He asked her to invite some of her friends. Dixie knew she had her phone in her bag and was going to get it, when Logan then asked her a very important question. His cheeks flushed and for a man like Logan that was saying a lot. Dixie chewed her bottom lip as she waited for him to ask her. “You wanna be me shiela..?” This was huge. Dixie knew he called her his old lady, a biker term but this was different. She blinked twice as her own cheeks reddened. Dixie knew what her feelings were telling her, they were practically screaming at her too. Truth was, Dixie had never been happier in her life. He had come at a time when her world was a dark place and brought her out into the sun. She took in a deep breath, and then with her large brown eyes locked on him, the corners of her mouth curled upwards as she said. “I wanna be your girl. Your shelia.” She then held her breath again for his reaction. <3>

IceTe3a: She was looking up to him with her big brown eyes as he smiled waiting for her answer ‘I wanna be your girl, your shelia’ she said yes to it, it took him a second to come to terms with it gradually a giant smile came to his face “WAHHOOO!!!! YOU BLOODY RIPPA!” he screamed out at the top of his lungs as he chuckled and cupped her cheeks, kissing her passionately he held her lips to his for awhile, making the moment last. After a good few moments he pulled back and smiled, “heh our first kiss as a couple, luv” he ruffled her hair as he tapped her ass gently with a wink “Go on, get your phone. I’ll be here waiting for ya” he smiled as he watched her walk off, coming to a stand he walked over to the railing and leaned against it looking out to the backyard, the big grin still viewable across his face. He was ecstatic that she said yes. Knowing he wouldn’t have to set anything up the boys would be bringing pretty much everything they needed to set this party up and get it cracking. Pulling his shirt off he stood out on the balcony as his bare torso was exposed for all to see. Turning his head he tried to look at his brand new back tattoo, seeing glimpses of it but not the full image he almost started to spin around like a pup chasing its tail “Bloody hell!” he chuckled as he gave up “Oi Shazza” he smirked calling her a typical aussie name “Loving the tatt still!! Bloody things hard to look at when its on yourself” he smirked, turning to look at the two pups he saw them play fighting; that was a good sign it meant they’d be very protective once they started to grow “go on!! Get em!” he chuckled as he walked back to the sofa and laid down on his back stretching out as he covered the whole sofa, he closed his eyes while he waited for Dixie to return.

CharlotteCarrendar:- They were quite the pair. Dixie laughing as Logan lets out a real outback yahoo about her answering his question with a yes. She nearly fell off his lap. Course, he was so excited, he not only held her cheeks firmly as he kissed her again, he then ruffled her hair before telling her go get her phone and start inviting a few people around. Getting to stand, she felt the gentle swat to her backside, and giggled as she scooted off to find her bag, which was near the foyer. Digging about she soon found her cell phone, and as usual there were no messages on it. Dix gave a light shrug, and then started to pull up her list of friends in Prague from the Death Club. Maggie, Niklaus, Mary, and of course Inga and Kraus. She was flicking through her phone when she heard Logan sing out and call her “Shazza” That had to be the funniest name she had ever been called, and she bit her tongue instead of answering right away with “Sure thing, Dazza!” Apparently he was trying to admire his own tatt, which was hard for him to do since it was on his back. She was getting the text message ready to send to all her friends, that they were to come around to this address for a house warming. Little did they know that the cheeky aussie barmaid had moved on with her life and into the arms of Logan. It was bound to be a shock, but a good one. All of them knew how sad Dixie had been being left behind in the garage. Now they would get a chance to see a much happier Dixie living every girl’s dream. She wandered back into the room where Logan was laying on the couch with his eyes closed. He practically took up the whole thing. After sending the texts, she crawled on top of Logan and though this was a little awkward with her baby belly, she managed to snuggle him. “Sent the texts…they should be here in an hour or two tops.” <3>

IceTe3a: His eyes open as he felt Dixie crawl on top of him, looking at her face he smiled as he wrapped his arms around her gently, “Righto love, should be a cracker of a shindig” he laughed lightly as he leaned in and kissed the top of her head, his right hand moved down over her swelled belly as it gently rested there, his thumb gently stroking her as they laid in each other’s company for awhile. The two pups came racing up and jump up around their legs one after the other as they wonder up and snuggle into the two, “Mine’s called jack” he nodded as he had just picked a name for his pup, Jack started gnawing at his leg as his giant paws rest on top of his legs, jack was making playful growls “Oi, ya lil shit” Jack looked at the two with a tilted head slightly, as he let out a playful yelp his bum stuck up in the air as his head went down, tail wagging, “Go on get em!” he smirked as Jack ran off starting to bark loudly in a territorial tone but his pup voice made it sound cute. “Heh, think’s he’s a big boy” he smirked. An hour had passed without them realizing as the sound of Bike engines came roaring down the street, a truck followed behind them as six bikes rolled up and parked. “Bring her round back” as the truck drove up the side access to the backyard you could see the back was stock full with beers, tubs, 3 bbq’s and 2 spit rotisseries, with chairs and tables. “Looks like they’re here.” He said softly to her as he kissed her head and waited for her to get up before getting up himself. Taking her by the hand he led her down the stairs to the backyard where the boys were, “G’day lads, Dixie meet the boys! John’s the fat one over there with the beard, Karl’s the skinny fucker with the tattoo’s. Leroy, james, Shaun and Rob. Lad’s meet me girl, Dixie” he smiled as they all gave a fond welcome, “Been bloody ages, Logan” John said as he came up and gave him a big hug and pat on the back. “Yeah mate, I’ve been busy, I’m here now; Let’s get this party set up” . “Righto you heard him boys, Get the recruits out of the truck to help as well, get the music blasting and the que’s roaring” he chuckled as they went off to set up for the party, taking down the speakers and tables as they carried them around the back yard setting them up, Jack was chasing the new strangers around, growling and pouncing around them as he tried to intimidate them, they just laughed and continued to set up. After awhile the place was looking ready, the tables all setup with chairs, the music was pumping Aussie rock and the Bbq and rotisseries were fired up and ready to go. They all came and sat down at the table, wrapping a arm around her back and resting his hand on her waist he led her to the beers first grabbing two her gave her one, before leading her to the head of the table. Taking a seat at the head of the table he gently pulled her down to sit on his lap as he wrapped an arm around her waistline once more, resting his hand on her lap. “Jesus logan, Never though I’d see the day” Shuan said as the rest of the boys agreed “Piss off ya fucker” they all gave outa loud bellied laugh, as he shook his head whilst he was laughing himself. “So lad’s the warehouse is behind this place, I’m sure you’ve seen it by now, I’ll be busy with this one here. So John, you’re looking after the joint” he smiled as he kissed Dixie’s cheek “Remember boys, Give her the same respect you’d give me, otherwise I’ll have to shove your heads up your arses” he smirked as the others flipped him off with cheeky grins.

CharlotteCarrendar: In an apartment across town, Maggie and Niklaus were enjoying a movie when they both heard their phones go off. Having been living together a while, since before the Death Club bombing, they had forged a close relationship, even though the Irish Maggie was still a bit of a handful. Picking up her cell phone, she read the text…then read it again. “Eh..that mad Aussie Feek has gone hitched up with some other Aussie buck. Says they be having a party. Well shyte, last thing I expected from the muppet.” It was true, Niklaus and Maggie were both stunned. Nik raked his finger back through his blonde locks and raised a brow at the text. “I knew she wasn’t happy with things as they were, and being in that garage alone for so long. Hope this bloke is doing alright by her.” He had a bit of a soft spot for the Aussie barmaid, even though she used to ride his ass a bit when she managed the bar at the Death Club. Niklaus then gave Maggie’s arm a slap. “Come on, chance to see our Aussie girl, and meet this guy. She’d be nearly having that baby too. Race you to get ready.” Niklaus helped Maggie up off the couch, and the pair went to get ready to go to Logan and Dixie’s. Over on the other side of town, Inga was doing yoga in front of the telly, while Kraus was happily staring at her ass. It was in the middle of this, that their cell phones went off as well. Inga was all bent over and couldn’t reach hers, so Kraus got his. “Ooo Dixie is having a party. OH! She is with a new man!” This had Inga fall over with surprise. “OOMPH!” she quickly righted herself and padded over to sit on Kraus’s lap to read the text. It was true. The buxom porn star come make up model and ambassador giggled. “I miss de Dixie, yah. I know…I take zome hello Kitty cushions…for house warming!” Kraus wasn’t sure if that was such a good idea. “What about some wine, Sweetness?” Inga was already off and away, hunting through her cupboards for gifts. She just loved to take presents when she was invited anywhere. Kraus shook his head, as Inga started to go off in Swedish. He had to admit, he always found that sexy. “Then we can tell her about the wedding!” Inga squealed, as she had been dying to tell Dixie about that. The hello Kitty wedding was on again. At Mary’s apartment, she was busy with one of her dress designs in her studio when her phone went off. The eccentric Aussie designer’s glasses slid down her nose as she picked up the phone and read the text. Her eyes widened at what she read. “AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH EEEEEEEEEEEEE DIXXXXXEEEE!!” She got such a happy surprise that she scared her cat half to death. Jumping about she realized she was wearing a boring tracksuit and started pulling at it. She couldn’t go dressed like that. She then ran off arms flailing into her closet to find something to wear. So it seemed everyone in Prague that she knew was invited…except one. Tito. Dixie hadn’t been ready to tell him since she rather do that when she went back to get the last of her things. :: At the Queenslander, Dixie was full of energy when she got up off Logan’s chest when everyone from the chapter arrived. She could hear the roar of the motorcycles and a truck. Spinning around, Dixie asked. “Why are they bringing a truck?” Course the reason for this would come out when they all pulled up in the backyard. Kegs, BBQ’s, Rotisseries. These guys didn’t muck around. Dixie actually became a bit shy in the face of all these unknowns and she stayed close to Logan as he took her out to introduce them to her. On the way down she picked up her black lab and stroked its head, since it seemed a bit scared by all the noise and fuss. Unlike Jack, who was already running around barking his head off. Dixie had already come up with a name for her puppy. “Boof, I shall call him Boof.” Seemed like a good name to her, and she set him down again for him to go join jack, running around the yard. Following Logan to the table out the back, she sat on his lap as his mates were saying they never thought they would see the day. Music was blaring, and the day just couldn’t get any better. <3>

IceTe3a: “OH BOYS, you gotta see the ink this fine shelia sketched up for me! Check me back” he turned his back for the lads to see as a few of them whistled “Hot damn, that’s some great artwork right there” Shaun stated, as the others agreed. John got up and grabbed one of the rookies by the scruff of his head “Come on lad, let’s get the lambs on the rotisserie” he gave a nod to Logan and walked over to the Rotisserie, the rookie helping him spear the full body lambs onto the spike over the fire as he started to base it in his own herbs and spices, he pulled up a chair as the rookie started to chat with him: “John fancies himself a chef, hun” he chuckled and shook his head “He can’t cook for shit” James leaned in and whispered so only they could here, “OI JOHN, JAMES SAID YOU CANT COOK FOR SHIT” Rob screamed out as James’s eyes widened “What are you doing!?!” “OH REALLY COME HERE AND SAY THAT” John shouted back in a laughing tone, as the others joined in on the laughter, “So Dixie, Logan here tells us you can ride a bike” James said in a friendly matter, “Logan won’t stop talking about you, every text has your name in it” Shaun stated as Logan smirked and gave the boys the finger “You little fucken rats” he chuckled as he took his beer and gave a cheers before taking a drink. He smiled as he leaned his lips down to Dixie’s ear “You ok hun? When are your friends getting here?” he smiled as he gave her a reassuring hug. It was easy to see why Logan was in charge, these boys were tall and muscle bound, but nothing like the Aussie born and bred country boy standing a tall 6’5 and built like a brick, it was true his form helped him out quite a lot. The party was just starting as the fires were roaring, meats were cooking, beer was cold and the music was blasting Aussie rock bands, Logan was worried about meeting Dixie’s friends as he didn’t know how they’d take who he was and what he was let alone how he was now dating Dixie. He cuddled into her reassuring himself as he was half listening into the stories the boys were telling Dixie. Coming back to reality he smiled and kissed her neck “She rides bikes like she was born on one” he chuckled and points at James “Out does you mate” they all laugh as James shook his head, knowing he’d never live the moment down where he fell back off his bike when it took off in first.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Out the front of the property, cabs were pulling up from across the various parts of town. First to arrive were Kraus and the busty Inga, who was wearing tight blue jeans and sporting a very low cut hello kitty top in the brightest pink. Her hair was brushed to perfection, and she was carrying pink party bags with the cushions for the house. Kraus remembered to bring something else; the bottle of red wine. Both were in awe of the house. “Oh my godz…have you zeen something like this before?” Inga said, her jaw dropping. Course Kraus was right there to escort her around the back. He could hear the thumping of the music and smiled. “They got good taste.’ Right behind them Maggie and Niklaus appeared out from their cab. “Inga!” Maggie squealed and the two hugged each other after having not seen the other in months. The red haired Irish girl was all smiles and of course Inga immediately went on match making like she always did. “You and the Nik…such a good couple, yah?” Niklaus shook hands with Kraus, who was a good friend after the fall out from the bombing at the club. “Good to see you two together again.” Nik enthused as the four were about to head in down the side. “Wait for me!” Mary, Dixie’s ex pat Aussie friend screamed out. Wearing a loud and colourful ensemble, she looked like something from a Ken done painting. “Show me to the keg!” This was a girl that knew how to party. She saw all the bikes and the truck and she let out a loud cry. “AUSSIES!!!” Dixie could hear the commotion coming from the side of the house and then chewed her lip. “Here they come.” Nervously she got up as her puppy Boof went gambling past. She’d been in conversation with James, about how much she enjoyed riding Logan’s bike and reassured Logan she was okay. Just a touch nervous. When the five came around the side, the bikers would be in for a bit of a shock. Inga was one of Europe’s most famous porn stars. Little did they know she had worked as a barmaid with Dixie. They all descended on Dixie, giving her hugs and good wishes, before looking to Logan. Niklaus was the first to approach him. “You must be the new man in Dixie’s life. I’m Nik…one of her co workers from Death Club and this is my girl, Maggie.” Maggie turned around after hugging Dixie, who was overwhelmed at this point, and Maggie beamed a smile at Logan. “Nice to meet ya” They both went to shake hands with Logan, as Mary peeked around from behind Maggie. “G’DAY!” she was the crazy friend that Logan wouldn’t have heard about. “Mary’s the name…how you do?” Everyone seemed to be in really good spirits, especially to see Dixie well and happy. <3>

IceTe3a: He felt he get up as he smiled and watched her walk off to see her friends, he could hear them before he could see them, “What the…” James said as the other boys looked over, Logan glanced over and smirks as he notices the group of people, “Aint that the..” “James, Behave.” The other boys laughed as Logan put James in his place, “That goes for you lot too” he smirks as he took his beer and skulled down the bottle, just in time to notice them walking over to him ‘Here we go’ He thought to himself, as one of the males came walking up to where he was sitting and introduced himself as Nik, Coming to a tall stand he looked down at Nik and took his hand firmly giving it a friendly shake “Logan, Mate good to meet ya” His hues flicker over to the female who was now greeting him, nodding with a smile “G’day, you too.” He shook her hand gently as he heard a G’day, he had to lean to the side as he arched a brow noticing the Aussie who called herself Mary “G’day Mary, Nice to meet you too” he took a step over to Dixie as he stood to her side and slightly behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist he looked down with a smile “Come on than, let’s sit down. Help yourselves to a beer” Nodding his head over to the direction of the table where his boys were sitting they had all moved to let Dixie’s friends sit together. “They’re all my mates, friendly enough that’s for sure” he smiled and waited for Dixie to move on with him as he came to sit at the head of the table again, he pat his lap asking for Dixie to sit with him as the boys did their rounds greeting themselves, James was obviously noticing the porn star as he wouldn’t stop staring. Logan kicked Shuan’s leg who then turned to notice James and smirked as he whacked him one across the back of the head “Ahhh!!!! What?!” James cried out as he rubbed his head, Shaun nodded over to John “Go see if john needs some help” he smirked as James got up whining that he wasn’t allowed to sit at the table and stare at the hot porn star.”So! No doubt you have question’s let’s get that out of the way shall we” Logan was being forward but not in a rude sense, he cuddled Dixie in comfort as he waited for the questions to come flowing out.

CharlotteCarrendar: If it was one thing Inga was used to, it was attention. Yes, her boobs were a huge asset and also an attraction to many blokes. She was a Swedish dream, and she knew it. Dixie was more than used to it, after having worked the bar at the death club with her. Dixie could see that some of the bikers were getting a bit….how could you say…turned on to see the hottie, and Dixie could only smile broadly. As everyone went to sit, Inga decided to be more than obliging and went up to James and she bent forward and said. “You have camera? Yah? We take selfie!” Kraus took a seat with Nik and Maggie, knowing this sort of thing happened alot. It was all part and parcel of being engaged to a porn star. The one thing that kept him in check was that she always returned to him. Inga got all ready to pose with Jason, who might have been a bit reddened in the face to have his picture taken with the busty Swede. “CHEEESE!!” Inga would squeal as they took a picture together, no doubt to be tweeted in seconds. “Anyvone else vant vone?” she asked, and obliged the other bikers as the music was pumping in the back ground. Mary tried to sit in close near Dix and Logan and she winked at Logan. “Dixie is the best Sheila out. And my Bestie. Tell me, how did you two meet?” The others were keen to hear this two. Dixie cuddled close to Logan, watching him with an adoring expression, while in the background Inga was still having her picture taken, even on some of the guys’ bikes. <3>

IceTe3a: He watched as the boys raced to get their pictures with the porn star, shaking his head he sighed with a slight smirk “Bloody wankers” he said lightly as he glanced back to Dixies friends who were all starting at the two, Mary asked how the two met and stated Dixie was the best, glancing down he noticed Dixie cuddling in close as she looked up to him, his right hand caresses the side of her face as it cups her cheek, he kisses her forehead. “Started with me needing a new tattoo, she drew up this amazing sketch of Ned Kelly and I knew when I saw it I wanted that tattooed on me. After that she took me out for some grub and we just clicked since we first met” he smiled as he kisses her lips gently “Ain’t that right hun” He looked over to the boys who was now taking pictures of Inga on their bikes, “One thing led to another, I asked her to move in with me and eventually asked her to go out with me” he smiled as he looked down into her dark brown eyes. “I’m a lucky bloke that’s for sure” Jack was harassing john to give him some meat as the pup raced around john barking and growling until he was fed some of that delicious smelling meat. “Logan!!! Get your dog off me!” John cried out for help, as he glanced over and smirked “You’re on your own mate” He laughed slightly “So, How do you all know each other” he cuddled Dixie in close as he waited for their answers.

CharlotteCarrendar: Inga had finally done the round of having her photo taken and sat down with Kraus, who put his arm around her protectively. She giggled and held up the two bags with Hello Kitty cushions to be handed over to Dixie as a house warming gift, and sung out. “Everyone…lovez Hello Kitty.” Course, not everyone, but Dixie was gracious and thanked her good friend. Logan had just explained to Mary how the couple met. Mary knew about Dixie’s talent with art work so she was not surprised to hear she designed the Ned Kelly tattoo. “How is Tito?” Mary asked, to which Dixie said. “Okay..still having to put up with Roberto dropping off Momma to the damn Tattoo shop all the time. I was spending most of my time babysitting her when Tito was doing the ink.” This brought up some laughter from Nik and Maggie, who both knew Roberto the gigolo from the club. Logan asked how everyone knew each other. Inga was first to start. “Dixie and I we met…err…at the Death club bar, when she gotta job there. She been hired by Demetrios, the boss.” Now this brought up some puzzled looks from a few, that knew Dixie had been with Dem. Kraus, who didn’t like either Alex or Dem asked. “What happened to Dem?” At this Dixie shrugged her shoulders. “He went to Russia to save Mia with Alex and a team….and…that was the last I heard.” All the people at the table that had been at the Club the night of the bombing remembered that well. “So…he is dead?” Inga asked, as Kraus tried to shush her. Dixie simply didn’t know the answer to that. She just shrugged her shoulders again. For a moment there was an awkward silence, till Nik chortled. “Dixie…had a name for me. She called me Cheddar..cause of the fish net shirt I used to wear at the bar.” Nik was also a bartender, along with Maggie, who got a job there shortly before the bombing. Nowdays, both were doing modelling. Dixie smiled and sung out. “I called you a lot of other things, ya goof.” She poked out her tongue, to which he went. “Oi…I’ll tell all about the time you had to paint a nude of me at the College!” this brought a lot of laughter from the others, but Mary piped up and said. “He has a teeny dick.” Dixie squealed and tried to hide her face in Logan’s chest. This lot were getting out of control. <3>

IceTe3a: He had all but forgotten about Tito, that poor Italian fucker was in for a right shock not only has Logan moved Dixie in with him, he was now dating her. How would Tito react to this? Would he be angry because he’s a bikie? He’d have to wait and see what Tito said about the situation. Throwing his worries away he came back to reality, as he continued to listen to the conversation at hand. “John, tomorrow I want you boys setting up the new worksites and getting them ready. Shaun you’ll need to take the rookie and go pick up the gear we need.” He was throwing out orders for tomorrow’s big day for his crew, it showed that he was the leader of the Nomads, quite easy to tell why he was as well. “But for now, let’s get smashed” he smirked as he lightened up the mood for Dixie’s friends, who may have never actually met a bikie gang before. The music was loud and rocking, no neighbours in sight to complain about it, he picked the spot perfectly in the warehouse district. Completely legalized by the council, everything was ready for them to live in their new homes as he smiled, giving Dixie a hug he whispered in her ear “I’m happy you said yes” kissing her cheek he listened to Mary who had taken over the conversation. He let out a laugh as Mary stated he had a teeny dick, shaking his head as he smirked “Is that so?” leaning in to Dixie he kisses her shoulder gently “But yeah, and here we are now; Living under the same roof. I’m a lucky bloke” he smiled. The night was still young as the music was blasting, food was cooking and everyone was having a good yarn, after a few good minutes John started to bring the food over to the main table, as he laid down a large tray of cooked lamb and pork, Veggies and salads. Shaun walked over to the beers, grabbing enough for everyone he went around the table and placed a beer in front of them before taking a seat. Grabbing his beer he cracks it open as he raises it above his head “To the best Shelia a bloke could ask for, Cheers!” his mates all nodded their heads and raised their beers in agreement. “Dig in before the tucker gets cold everyone.” Grabbing two plates, he reaches forward and places a good helping of lamb and pork with sides on both plates, pulling them in front of him and Dixie who was still sitting on his lap, he passed her a knife and fork as he started to dig in. It didn’t take long for them to finish their food, but he had downed seconds before the others had finished, big boys got a big appetite that’s for sure. Grabbing the two leg bones that had scraps of meat and flesh still hanging on them, he threw them down to the two pups, the bones being as big as they were. Jack happily grabbed his and dragged it across the ground into the open back yard so he wasn’t bothered. “That one’s gonna be a big boy, that’s for sure” he laughed gently as the Aussie rock continued to blast a new song just coming on Down under – men at work. He starts whistling the tune as he gently wiggles under her lap.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Dixie rolled her eyes at Mary’s dig at Niklaus’s penis, to which Maggie had the better authority on it. “He’s hung like McMurphy’s stallion….thank you very much.” This brought a chorus of laughter from around the table, and Mary hid her face behind a napkin, as tears were streaming down her face. You could already tell that the Death Club bartenders were a right bunch. If anyone knew them all from the days in the Death Club, they knew how to have a laugh without getting too personal. Inga seemed oblivious as she had her eye on the spit roasts. She had been starving herself all day and was practically salivating. Kraus was keeping a close eye on his buxom bombshell, since he had come so close to losing her before. Course she only had eyes for the comic book collecting nerd, and it showed when she bounced in her seat, excited at the feast to come. Dixie was full of affection for the biker, every so often she would press back against him with her back and take his hand in hers. They made such a cute couple that Mary even took a photo. When Logan said that he was happy she said yes to be his Shelia, she whispered back that she was right where she wanted to be. The cooking of the food brought up a variety of delicious scents and aromas that had everyone chilling out about it. The fact people from all over the world were sitting together and chatting like old friends truly reminded Dixie of life in Australia. The din of the Aus rock music and the chatter just took her back. Logan raised his beer for a toast to his Dixie, and everyone raised their glasses and tinnies and cheered. Dixie must have blushed hard, not used to getting this much attention. Logan got their dinners for them, and kept her close to him on his lap making it easier for the young Aussie to enjoy her meal. It was amazing. She could barely fit it all in, and dabbed her lips with a napkin when done. “Phew…I’m stuffed.” Her puppy; Boof was looking for food, and Logan didn’t forget, making sure both dogs got a good bone each covered in rich meat. Dixie had to laugh at the size of the bones to the dogs. She agreed that Jack was going to be huge, and she hoped they would have enough to feed him. “Imagine if he gets into our bed when he is older.” This also had her blush, it was the first time she spoke of sharing a bed with Logan. He would have picked it up, and it was her way of saying she was his. His Dixie. As many finished their meals, Inga sung out. “Dixie…I want you to be a bridesmaid at my Vedding, yah?” Dixie sat stunned and couldn’t believe it. She wondered what on earth she would look like in a frilly pink dress….pregnant. “yah?” She answered more with a question than a real answer. <3>

IceTe3a: Noticing her blushing after she spoke about their bed he smiled lightly and gave her a reassuring cuddle, he loved how much she blushed. Hoping that he could make her happy and support her and their child he smirked as he whispered back to her “ We won’t have enough room, I’m sure we’ll have to have our bub’s sleep with us once or twice” he smiled and leaned back. Yes he just said it, he accepted that the child she was carrying was not only hers but his, he knew he’d be there for the baby and treat him like he was his very own, nothing less than that would be acceptable in his eyes, and it showed through his words. “Getting hitched eh? Congrats you two” smiling lightly he helped her up off his lap, grabbing her hand lightly he led her out near the roaring fire as he pulled her in close, their bodies touching each other as their breathing timed with one and another. John noticed this and flicked the song over to a more suited song, ‘dean martin – sway’ taking her hands he placed one of her hands on his back and the other was entwined with his fingers, slowly he led her around dancing to the song his eyes fixated on her big brown eyes as he smiled lightly. They danced away to the song for what seemed like ages, finally the song ended and he smiled; leaning down he planted a soft kiss on her lips before leading her back to the table, taking a seat he pulls her down gently and wraps his arms around her waist once she was on his lap. “You’re such a smoothy” Shaun said sarcastically, the others giving him their own jokes about the situation “Ahh, you bunch of wankers” he chuckled as he glanced around to everyone who were chatting between each other. It was a good night so far, as the sun had all but disappeared as it was around 8pm, not too late that the party was over, it was just getting started. Lighting up a cigarette he smiled as he took in a drag and blew it away from Dixie, making sure she didn’t get hit by the puff of smoke. He was surprised the local police force hadn’t paid him a visit yet, he was sure he had made a bit of commotion around these parts, but he was glad it hadn’t happened yet.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Dix could hardly believe it. The chemistry that the two shared was such that she completely fell in love with the idea of sharing the bed with bubs and Logan. It was going to be quite the household, with the puppies as well. Dixie rest her head against Logan’s neck, as he congratulated Inga and Kraus; whose wedding was long overdue. Dixie had to wonder if Inga’s Nanna was back from her stint in Japan, but of course that was for another time. Right now, Logan wanted to share the fire with his Dixie, and took her to standing, before leading her to the fire pit. He knew exactly how to hold her with his arm snaking around her waist and bringing her close as they danced to Dean Martin’s Sway. It was not lost on Dixie’s friends, who all watched in a hush of voices, because they were witnessing something truly beautiful. The inked Aussie girl had found love with the equally colourful Logan. The fire seemed to create a soft orange halo around the pair and for Dixie it was like no one else was there. She heard a clap from her friends and a few of the bikie lads as the song ended, and she gracefully accepted a soft kiss on the lips. Course, when Shaun cracked a joke, Logan let fly calling them a bunch of wankers, which was a term of endearment really. The night was still young, around 8pm and people had settled in. The meal had left all satisfied and now enjoying a cigarette and a drink in good company. Dixie went right on back to sitting on Logan’s lap and simply watched the exchanges between their guests. It was surely a night to remember, and the first night in the start of her new life. She whispered to Logan. “Thank you…for loving and accepting me.” <3>

IceTe3a: Smiling he leaned down and whispered “No thanks needed, thanks for loving someone like me” he smiled and kissed her cheek, obviously he was referring to his bikie lifestyle and his illegal tendencies. He enjoyed meeting her friends and seeing his own mates again but he couldn’t wait until they were alone to cuddle in bed for the first time together. He sighed happily as he put the cigarette out in to an empty can. He heard barking as he glanced over; jack was trying to steal Boof’s bone as he chuckled “Jack!! You little shithead” jack glanced at the two and barked once to them with a wagging tail, as he quickly ran off into the dark; growls were coming from the general area where he had ran off to, obviously he was playing with something no doubt his bone. “Cheeky shit.” He smiled as he checked Boof who was now enjoying his bone in peace. John checked the time and nodded as he got up knowing fully well they had a drive ahead of them and a big day tomorrow, he walked over and pat Logan’s back as the others got up and gave their goodbyes “It’s only 8ish mate” he chuckled as he glanced around “Yeah big day tomorrow though, Unlike someone” john had a smirk on his face, all the bikers came past giving Logan a fond farewell and giving Dixie their special goodbyes “Keep a tight collar on this one Dixie” shuan said “Oww!” He had thrown a empty can at shuan’s head as it bounced off. Soon the bikers disappeared into the darkness, the bike engines start to rev as they drive off. Watching everyone else he smiled, everyone was settling in “ You’re all welcome here anytime. A friend of my shelia is a friend of mine” showing his true Aussie side he cuddled his Dixie as he looked over everyone “It’s obvious what I do for a living” he smiled awkwardly as he rubbed the back of his head “So, what does everyone do for a living?” he smiled as he was generally interested in what everyone did for work.

CharlotteCarrendar: – When asked what Dixie’s friends did for a living, there came a lot of answers, but first up was Inga. “I do the porn movies, as you know. And er…I promote Oil of Ole’ which is very gut for the skin.” She had been around the world a few times with her promotional work, but thankfully she was back in Prague to get things ready for her upcoming wedding to Kraus. Kraus was next, “I am a financial journalist for the Prague post.” It was an interesting job, where he got to use his skills in the world of finance for the betterment and knowledge of his fellow Czech’s. Maggie was sitting on Nik’s lap and placed her hand on her chest when it was her turn. “Me? I’m a part time model…and a singer. I do busking.” Maggie had an amazing voice, and she was known to leave people in tears when she really put her heart into one of her irish ballads. Nik was also a part time model, but he had gotten some night work at a new bar in town. He was keeping true to what he liked to do best and that was serve up drinks to the night club patrons of Prague. Lastly it was Mary’s turn. “I am going to be a top international designer…just as soon as i finish my course…and get noticed.” It was hard not to notice her when she was wearing one of her creations. She had a unique Australian flare and it showed. The night had come to a close, with many saying that they had work the next day. One by one they got up and thanked Dixie and Logan for a wonderful evening. Dixie getting a few kisses from her gal pals. The guys giving a wave, as they took their leave. When all were gone, Dixie looked at all the plates and glasses. “What a lot of cleaning up.” She said, before giggling. “Can we do it in the morning?” She had a cheeky expression, since…she wanted to try out their bed. Puppies; a strong possibility of joining them. <3>

IceTe3a: He waved everyone goodbye as they all finally left, leaving him and Dixie alone. Turning off the music he smiled as he looked around at the mess they had made “Mean’s it was a good party” he smirked as he heard her request to do it in the morning. He didn’t need to answer as he was thinking the same thing, his left arm sweeps up under her legs as his right arm holds her back up, coming to a stand he held her up in his arms with ease. “Shall we ? “ he smirked as he walked over casually to the stairs, turning slightly he gave a loud whistle “Jack.. Boof, inside” they didn’t need to be told twice as they both came sprinting past them, scurrying up the stairs and straight into the house, you could hear their excited feet racing against the inside floor. Walking up the steps he went inside, closing the door with his foot he smiles down at her as he walked towards the bedroom, the lights where dimmed throughout the house giving a great vibe to the entire household. Finally walking into their big bedroom he placed her down gently on the bed, walking over to his side he took his vest off, kicking his boots off; he reached around his back and grabbed his pistol, placing it on the bed side table he smiled as he laid down next to her, his arm slides under her, pulling her in closer so she was half laying on top of him with her head resting on his chest, gently he played with her hair. A happy sigh escapes his lips “Home sweet home love” he smiled as he looked down to her.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Laid down upon the softness of the sheets, the inked Aussie girl stared up as she watched Logan slowly take off his vest revealing his own ink. She could only smile as her hand ran over the softness of the doona cover. The dull clunk of his revolver was heard as he placed it down on the bedside table. She could hear the puppies running up and down the hall outside their bedroom. Happy yapping that would soon fade out as they grew tired and went to sleep in their dog beds. The bed groaned slightly as Logan lay down on the bed, then half pulled her on top of him, so her head was nestled on his chest. She let her fingers dance across the skin of his chest as she let out a happy sigh and stroked her hair. Peace. They had everything. Friends, a home, the puppies, a baby coming…and each other. He said to her. “Home sweet home love” It was sweet and it was home. It was theirs. “We are home.” She curled her arms around him, and drew as close as she could –the Dixie girl and her biker Logan. No doubt during the night, they would do more than just snuggle, but for now they were content in each other’s arms. And that was all that mattered. <3>

Vegemite Kisses – The Dixie Diaries : Death Club.

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The Dixie Diaries

Vegemite Kisses

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CharlotteCarrendar
IceTe3a 

~The friendship between Dixie Chix and the Aussie Biker Logan is growing stronger every day~ 



IceTe3a: -He had taken to the floor right in front of the couch to sleep on his right side hitting the side of the couch as he lay on his back, just in case Dixie decided to roll over in the middle of the night she’d land on top of him instead of the hard floor. With only his jacket under his head as a pillow he had fallen asleep for the night; occasionally his right hand scratched his abs during the night apart from that it was a peaceful sleep. The cold morning air had blown into Dixie’s small room where they both were asleep; it flowed gently and silently like a stalker in the night as it swept over his bare upper torso, softly caressing his muscled figure as his muscles hardened from the early morning chill. The sun rose early in Prague as the birds were already awake and fluttering about singing their songs as they got on with the day, a soft groan comes from his mouth as he was having a dream “You what mate” he mumbled as he twitched in his sleep a frustrated look was set upon his sleeping face as he laid there directly in front of the couch Dixie was sleeping on. “Take that you bloody wanker” another mumble came out of his lips it was obvious he was dreaming of a bar fight that he was currently in while he was dead asleep, his body twitches slightly more as he grumbled something that wasn’t able to be made out. Today was the day they bought the furniture for their new Queenslander, moved in and broke the news to Tito which would be an interesting sight for sure. A lot was about to change for the two of them, were they ready for it? Was it fate that brought Logan to that tattoo shop so he could meet up with the little Aussie sheila? Perhaps but the future and the reasons for life were never certain that much was for sure. 

CharlotteCarrendar: – The night had been fairly uneventful, aside from the numerous trips to the loo in the cold of night. This was because the baby was actively pressing down on her bladder and well, that just meant she was getting up every hour. But in the early hours of the morning, she was finally able to get some sleep, and this was when the cool breeze had whipped up from under the roller door, and circulated around the small garage. Hearing the light mutterings of her garage guest and new friend Logan, Dixie slowly opened her eyes only to see him camped on the floor, a determined look upon his face. She had to wonder what he was dreaming about, and propped herself up on her cushion to see him better. Long black tresses fell down to frame her face as she whispered. “Good Morning.” Swinging her legs down off the couch, she pushed herself up into a sitting position and started to stretch, then finally lowering both arms so her hands could caress her swollen belly. First things first, she felt like a hot coffee to help her wake up. Placing her hands down flat on the couch, she pushed herself to standing, and stepped over the sleeping Logan, as she headed for the small kitchenette. Wearing just a long black t shirt with Def Leppard on the front; Dixie looked every bit a biker chick. Her ink down her arms and a sweet anklet one on her right ankle was on display. <3> 

IceTe3a: He had calmed down in the final moments of his sleep as he laid there in peace, feeling a cool breeze pass him just as Dixie got up and stepped over him, he yawned slightly opening his eyes as he turned his head he saw Dixie walking to the kitchenette of the room, a light smile appears on his face as he rubs his eyes to remove the sleep from them. “Mornin love” he said as he came to a stand and started to stretch his muscles responding as they flexed and relaxed into place when he was done. Smelling the air he could smell fresh coffee brewing as he took in the scent pulling a cigarette out from his packet he dumped the packed on the couches armchair. Casually strolling over to Dixie he looked down at her small figure and leaned in giving her head a gentle kiss as he ruffled her hair “Top shirt love” as he slipped the cigarette into his lips, placing either arm on each side of her his hands pressed against the kitchen bench; flicking on the gas stove the fire on one of the stove tops came a light as he moved his head around her side leaning in he lit his smoke as his body pressed against hers. A few puffs to make sure it was lit he turned off the stove and came to a stand again “Sorry hun, Didn’t mean to get in your way” as he walked to the door that lead outside he opened it up slightly just enough for the air to escape but not enough that people could see in. He leans against the wall with his back pressing firmly against the concrete as he shifts his body from side to side the bricks act as a scratcher as his skin is scratched against the wall “Ahh that’s the spot” he smirked as he glanced over to Dixie “Big day today huh” he smiled as he looked around the room, “Sleep well?” he asked her as he walked back towards her his cigarette lit as it hung from his lips. 

CharlotteCarrendar: – Hearing Logan rising from his sleep with a friendly greeting, Dixie looked back over her shoulder, as she was getting out two coffee mugs for them from the small cupboard above her. “Morning Logan.” She replied – her voice having a slight musical quality to it. Dixie’s smile was infectious, as she drew up her left foot so her toes were pointed into the garage floor, her wait balanced more on her right foot. The heavy padding of Logan could be heard as he approached her from behind and then pressed his lips to the top of her head, while she was waiting for the coffee to finish brewing. They were sharing a closeness that was new to her yet it was comforting. She had to admit, that she found his way of lighting his cigarette amusing and kinda cute. “You like this shirt? Classic bands are the best in my opinion.” She said, tugging on the end of her shirt with her right hand, before reaching for the coffee pot as Logan turned to go head out to where the garage door was. Dixie finished preparing their coffees, only to turn around and see him walking back to her with his cigarette hanging on the edge of his lip. She extended her right hand with his coffee mug towards him and agreed today was the big day. Her right hand free when he took the cup, she mused. “Bit of up and down last night, but I can say I am pretty well rested.” A little shrug of her small shoulders, she brought her coffee cup to her lips and blew on it lightly. “Kinda excited about today. Shopping…and big changes.” If she was nervous, she wasn’t showing it. “We can head off after smoko and get breakie on the hop?” <3> 

IceTe3a: He comes to a stop in front of Dixie and smiles when she offers him a coffee, he takes it in his left hand “Cheers love” he smiles as he takes a sip of the coffee, letting out a sigh of relief “You beut! She’s perfect.” Taking another drag from his cigarette he switches between the two first sipping coffee then smoking his cigarette as he smiles, listening to Dixie explain her nights rest “Sounds like a blast” he chuckled as he was being cheeky. Nodding in agreement to her saying it would be a big day with a lot of change he had to agree, as he walked over to his vest and pistol, he placed the coffee cup in one hand as he kept the cigarette in his lips. Bending down he slipped his Vest on and left it unbuttoned showing his bare chest and stomach along with his arms all fully covered in tattoo’s. Picking up his pistol he placed it inside the vest on the left hand side as he had a slot made in there for it. “Yeah let’s get some tucker into us huh” he smirks as he picked up his pack of smokes and slipped it into his pocket. Finishing off the coffee he nodded to the door “You get ready, I’ll warm up the old gal” he chuckled as he gave her a cheeky wink. Walking over to the Kitchenette he washed up the coffee cup and left it on the bench to dry as he pulled out his Harley keys and walked out the door, closing it behind him. Sliding open the garage door he walked inside and gave Dixie another wink “G’day again” he smirked as he walked over to his bike and started to walk it outside, once outside he closed the garage doors, rolling it down just in front of Dixie’s place he sat down on the bike seat as he looked around as it was still early but people were already out running about their daily lives. Placing the key in the slot he turned it and kick started the bike as she revved hard signalling she was waking up as he gave her four heavier revs before letting her idol so she would warm up. The back muffler was coming out so hot you could see it puffing out against the cold morning air. He leaned against the bike and had Dixie’s helmet in his hands as he waited for her to come out, he didn’t bother putting one on for himself as he never wore one in the first place. 

CharlotteCarrendar: – Logan’s cheeky comment about how her getting up all night long was a blast made her roll her eyes in a light hearted fashion. “I’d rather not have the baby doing River dance on my bladder, but guess it comes with the territory.” She joked, sipping her coffee as it started to cool. Watching Logan start to get ready for the day, she quickly drank down her cup and then went back to the kitchenette to wash it out and set it in the rack. Not having to worry about cooking breakfast was a relief, and that was in part because the smell of cooking meat for some reason turned her cold. She had gotten out of the morning sickness phase but something’s were still enough to make her dry reach. Logan was quick to tell her that he was going to go warm the bike up, and this meant she would need to hurry. She gave him a quick salute, then raced over to her cupboard and pulled out a pair of jeans, socks and boots, along with a long sleeved shirt and leather jacket. Dressing was a bit awkward with her baby bump, but she managed pretty well, before going into the bathroom – brushing her teeth, then her hair which she drew into a ponytail that trailed down her back. She kept her make up very light, as a natural look tended to suit her more. Finally ready, she grabbed her keys and back pack and went outside the garage. Bringing the door down, she realized this was going to be one of the last times she would be doing this routine. Her new life was about to start today. Taking the helmet from Logan, she placed it on and worked the thread through under her chin, before straddling the bike in behind him. “Let’s go!” she squealed with enthusiasm, placing her arms around Logan’s waist. <3> 

IceTe3a: He was sitting outside as he looked behind him Dixie had run out slamming the door behind her, he looked her over head to toe as she came running across he gave her a sexy whistle as he smirked “ You lookin to steal hearts love?” he chuckled as she jumped on the bike and wrapped her arms around his waist he chuckled slightly knowing how excited she was he smiled “Someone’s excited to be back on the bike, or is it you get to have me in your arms again that’s got you so cheerful” he laughed loudly as he revved the bike. Pushing off with his right foot on the ground he kicked the bike into first as she took off with a massive roar, swinging straight onto the main road he cut a car off as it slammed its breaks and beeped its horn, he simply raised his right hand and flipped the driver off as he kicked it into second as the bike sped off. “Right love, point out where we can get some grub and we can discuss where to shop for the furniture, we’ll need to get everything since we have nothing in this house” he chuckled and smiled as he drove the bike so smoothly it was all natural for him, as he never stopped for lights screaming straight through orange lights and even some red, knowing his judgment with passing cars as he flew straight past them. His hair whipping in the wind as he looked around watching people and cars pass by with ease, He followed her directions to where they were getting food from as he swerved around cars overtaking them as people watched in awe as they passed by, obviously not to used to bikies although they’d have to get used to them as of now. 

CharlotteCarrendar: Dixie knew that one of the best places to go for Breakfast in Prague was the Cafe Savoy. It has gorgeous high ceilings and offers a wonderful fare of pastries and one particular dish that Dixe liked was the omelette with gruyere cheese. Its Espressos were to die for. Guiding Logan through the busy streets, they would soon find themselves out the front of the Cafe. Taking off her helmet, she smiled at Logan and said. “Reminds me a bit of Melbourne, but the food is second to none. Beats Maccas any day of the week.” She swung her leg off the bike and handed the helmet to Logan. She unzipped her jacket and swung her backpack to one shoulder as she waited for him to park his bike properly. Already there was a good sized crowd inside and Dixie could smell the heavenly scent of fresh baked pastries. “Let’s go inside, then we can sit down relax and decide where to start this shopping bonanza.” She was curious in the back of her mind where his house was, cause everything would need to be delivered. Would she be sleeping on the floor in the new house tonight? So many questions but they could discuss that over breakfast. <3> 

IceTe3a: He pulled up at this fancy restaurant as he glanced it over and arched a brow, glancing back at Dixie he chuckled slightly as he knew his kind wouldn’t be allowed into a place like this, either way he wouldn’t fit into this crowd. She got off the bike and said it reminded her of Melbourne and that it beats maccas any day of the week. Pulling the bike into park he rested it on the stand as he got off and smirked “What’s wrong with a bit of Maccas?” he smirked cheekily as he gave her a wink. He was a country boy so the flash and shine of the richer side of life was all but un interesting to him, even though he had the cash to live it he never chose to. “Sure let’s talk about that coz I ain’t got no bloody clue when it comes to shopping. I was just going to walk behind you while you pick the shit out honestly” he chuckled as he slapped his knee, walking up to the restaurant slowly he started to sing Hillbilly bone as he thought this was the perfect time to sing it. 



He was singing it on purpose being cheeky as he nudged Dixie gently in the arm playfully, when they came up to the front door he was half way through the song as he started to hum it lightly in front of the door staff who was waiting to serve people to their seats, he noticed the man giving him a look over as he ignored the door staff letting Dixie deal with the person as he glanced around the place it was defiantly something, high roofs with paintings on it and chandeliers hanging from the roof. This was fancy smancy “We’re Swaaav” he said interrupting the waiter and Dixie as he glanced over at the waiter and smirked lightly. He was a cheeky bugger that was for sure, wrapping a single arm around Dixie’s shoulders and resting it there he looked down at her and smirked “Swaaav” he gave her a wink as he tried to pull off a rich man’s accent but his thick Aussie accent kept pushing through. “G’day mate here for some bush tucka. Got any roo?” he stood there with a serious look on his face although he was joking around having a play with the waiter. 

CharlotteCarrendar:- When Logan asked the waiter if they had any Roo, she let out a loud laugh that was heard right across the Cafe. Many patrons looked across at the pair and Dixie clamped her hand over her mouth, though the giggles kept on coming. “No, Sir. We do not have Roo.” Course they didn’t. It was breakfast. (Lol) He gave the pair menus and then snapped his heels together before going off to serve the next table. Dixie finally took her hand away from her mouth. “Roo? Roo? I can’t believe you asked him for bloody roo.” The smile wide on her face as she took the menu up in her hand and gave him a playful whack with it on the arm. “You’d be hard pressed to get vegemite toast.” She said from behind her menu. “Why don’t we just get the eggs Benedict…or pancakes…espresso then we go.” Clearly she was starting to think this was a bad idea, with everyone know staring at the pair like they had just wandered in from the outback. The waiter finally came back and licked his pencil before asking to take their orders. “What can we get you today?” Dixie went over the menu and saw there was a good range on the breakfast menu with plenty of healthy choices, including a ‘Full English’, an American breakfast, and eggs cooked half-a-dozen ways. “I’ll have the English breakfast and an espresso please.” She handed the menu back then looked to Logan to see what he wanted to order. <3> 

IceTe3a: He smirked when she let out a loud laugh, he shook his head as he watched the waiter walk off to serve another customer “I was just asking, bloody hell” he chuckled slightly as she hit him playfully with the menu he wiggled a brow as he was led by her to sit down at a table, he looked around and sat down staring at the cutlery “What do you mean there’s no vegemite?” he rolled his eyes with a smirk “These people need to know how to live” he chuckled just as the waiter came back to order their meals for the morning breaky Dixie ordered the English breakfast as he was busy reading the menu. Glancing up they were both staring at him as he was stumped “Well since you don’t have skippy in the back, and I suppose you wouldn’t have any bloody meat pies either” he rubbed his chin and leaned back “Erm.. “ he looks over to Dixie with a cheeky grin as he lightly taps her foot under the table showing her he wasn’t done fucking with the waiter, he turns to face the waiter with a serious face “I Want to devour the unborn, and two slices of bread, coffee black” he smirked as he looked over at Dixie knowing she’d smack him for causing trouble and she’d probably have to translate his cheeky order as other people would have heard it by now. “That’s right mate, next time have some vegemite or a meat pie on the menu and we won’t be in this situation” he gave the guy a wink and looked back to Dixie as he chuckled slightly, “what?” 

CharlotteCarrendar: The waiter actually dropped his pencil. It just fell out of his hand at what Logan ordered, and Dixie gasped when she heard it too. She actually shook her head with her mouth open, and the waiter had to bend down to pick up his pencil, as Dixie leaned forward and whispered. “Low blow…Logan.” She sat back up as the green looking waiter looked at Dixie for answers, like what on earth did Logan mean. “Eggs Benedict with ham on white sour dough…and a black coffee” She took Logan’s menu off his hands and handed it to the waiter, who smiled weakly and ambled off to the kitchens with their order. “When we have the house sorted, you can have all the pies and vegemite in the world for breakfast.” Course if he could see the twinkle in her eyes, she knew he was just playing games. “I have a feeling we won’t be welcomed back here somehow.” Glancing around there were tables of people all whispering and pointing at the pair. Dixie waved it off and took her napkin, spreading it across her lap. Resting her elbows on the table, she joined her hands together, interlocking her fingers and resting her chin on her fists. “I guess Maccas is not so bad after all.” <3> 


IceTe3a: -He watched as the waiter walked off with their orders he glanced back to her as he knew she didn’t like that blow he shrugged it off and chuckled slightly as he leaned against the table. “What do you expect from bringing a country raised Aussie into a place like this, I think this is the first fancy restaurant I’ve ever been in. Sorry bout that love.” he winked at her and leaned back as he glanced around at the people who were looking over at him and pointing, he took no mind of it as he was used to it. “She’ll be right, I’ll just leave a nice tip for the poor bloke.” He was defiantly out of his element in a place like this that was for sure, his usual breaky routine was waking up at a pub and eating whatever greasy food they had on the grill that morning. As he glanced back at her he arched a brow “So, as for furniture we’ll need to pick out as much as we can today. I’ll have it all delivered to our new place and set up by their lads, all you need to do is pick the furniture” he smiled as he pulled out his phone and showed her a few pictures of the actual house. 

“That’s what she looks like now on the warehouse block I’ve bought in Prague, I had half the block dug up and had turf put down, the other half behind the house is all concreted and has the two warehouses on it one for car mechanic and the other for the bikes. Of course the entire block has 3 meter high fencing with a security gate at the front entrance that leads into the mechanic area. The two are split by a wall and another security gate so it keeps prying eyes over at the workshops out of our house. And our driveway leads onto the main street here.” He nods as he shows her more pictures “So basically to get from the workshops you have to go through our private security gates behind the two warehouses, which no one but close friends that work there would know about anyway. Clients will never even see into our house grounds as its blocked off by the wall that splits the two places apart so living and work” he chuckles as he tries his best to explain it all but seems to be confusing himself even more. Looking up at her he smiles lightly and rubs the back of his neck “Erm, understand? Coz im stumped” he chuckles and places his phone down. 

CharlotteCarrendar: – Taking the phone, Dixie looked down at the pictures and she had to admit it was beautiful. The more pictures that Logan showed her, the more she fell in love with it. After explaining how the work areas with the workshops and the main house were separated by the wall, he then appeared confused by it all. “Makes perfect sense to me.” She said, as he took the phone and placed it down. The meals were then brought out and placed before them. Dixie was gobsmacked by the servings, but she had to admit she was hungry, and picked up her cutlery. “So all I have to do is pick everything out and people do the rest? Wow. I don’t think they even do that back home.” Taking a mouthful of egg with bacon, she chewed thoughtfully, as she watched Logan start to eat. Swallowing, she then took up her coffee cup and sipped. Looking over the top of the cup at Logan, she said. “The house is beautiful…really.” She seemed lost for words, since no one had ever done anything like this for her before. “Do you have a name picked out for the house? I know a lot of Queenslanders put names on their homes. Sort of some tradition, I think.” <3> 

IceTe3a: He watches as the waiter comes out with their meals and places it down in front of them he looks down at his meal and picks at it trying to work out what it was exactly as he glanced up at her and smiled as she said it made perfect sense “Hope so, I bloody confused myself there for a moment” he chuckled as he looked back down at the egg that was round like a boiled egg but was more squishy and didn’t looked boiled. To be exact he had no clue how to eat this as he grabbed his coffee in one hand and started to sip at it slowly whilst looking at Dixie and taking in what she was saying he was trying to work out what was in front of him and how to go about eating it. It would be simple if he used his hands but he didn’t think that was the right thing to do in a place like this. “Yeah she’s a beaut, little piece of down under right here in this city” he smirked as he rubbed his chin, ‘Do I bloody cut it with a knife and fork? Its toast though, egg on toast right?’ he thought to himself as he remembered always using his hands when eating toast or eggs on toast. “Name ehh? Erm.. No clue, Hah!” he smiled as he looked around at other people trying to get an idea of what to do. Fuck it he thought to himself as he leaned in “Oi hun, how the bloody hell do I eat this thing?” he pointed down to his plate “Eggs Benedict? Is that fancy for eggs on toast?” he whispered so only she could hear. 

CharlotteCarrendar: – Dixie laughed and pointed at Logan’s meal with her fork. “It’s a fancy style of eggs on toast with hollandaise sauce. Use your knife and fork as though it’s a trucker’s breakfast.” She suggested. Then leaning forward, she whispered to him. “Use your hands if you really want. Let’s put on a show for these people.” The cheeky side of the Aussie came out and she then fell back in her chair slightly, and continued to eat her meal. In between bites, she started to talk about doing the most important shopping first. White goods, lounge and dining furniture, TV’s and then lastly bedroom furniture. When they got to the bedding store, that was going to be interesting to see how many beds they were getting, and also things for a nursery. “I wonder if they have Ford racing Quilts here in Prague.” Course she was thinking out loud and laughed. “We would have to do a big shop too. Make sure we stock the cupboards with vegemite.” Dixie poked out her tongue, then continued on to finish her meal. At the end she toyed with the coffee cup and waited for Logan to finish. <3> 

IceTea: He arched a brow when she told him what it was and he chuckled slightly and shook his head, its bloody eggs on toast with sauce. She said he could use his hands and then asked him to give the people a show? Oh she wants them to see a true Aussie battler huh. He smirked and tipped the stuff off the toast rustling around in his vest pocket his lips part “aha, never leave home without some backup” he smirked as he pulled out a tube, unscrewing the top off he squeezes out this black stuff onto the toast that would make a distinct smell any Aussie could recognize as he showed her the branding on it, yup it was vegemite in a tube he chuckled as he passed her the tube to use what was left if she wanted to. Taking the piece of vegemite bread he bit down into it and started to eat it as he picked up the egg with his fork and shoved the whole thing in his mouth. Chewing for a moment before sipping coffee he sighed as he ripped the toast in half and put half in his mouth and pressed half against Dixie’s lips “I know you want some, Can’t deny it” he smirked as he agreed with everything she had said except one thing “Bed comes first, I won’t have you sleeping on a floor doll. We’ll find a brand new bed and mattress pay for it let the boys go set it up whilst we shop for other things that way at least it’ll be done when we get back” he chuckled and nodded “Yeah a whole set up for the bubs, and if they don’t have ford quilts we can get some delivered, with a car bed for when he’s older” he chuckled as he started to pretend to drive a car. He had obviously finished with his meal as he threw down a couple hundred on the table “That should cover it plus a nice tip, I think” he chuckled as he rubs his chin “A big fucken tv to watch the game on, with a huge lounge that’s a must” he smirked as he nodded towards the door “shall we love, our new house is waiting.” 

CharlotteCarrendar: – Watching him come at her with the half bit of vegemite toast in his mouth; poking her lips with it, she sneered, then took a bite but in the process pressed her lips to his as she did so. This was the closest they had ever been, as far as intimacy and she actually blushed at being so close. But she had to admit, the vegemite tasted great. So did his lips. Pulling back, she finished chewing, and knew they had a damn good audience now. With both finishing their meals, and Logan living a handsome tip, she grabbed her jacket and backpack, and followed Logan out the door. “Can we have the discovery channel? I love all those wild life docos.” She said this loud enough to be heard, and laughed at people’s expressions as the pair finally left. Out in the street, Dixie started to put her leather jacket back on, and waited to be handed her helmet. “There is a big furniture market just up the end of this street.” She said, and then smiled. “I can’t wait to get to try out the beds. I feel like such a kid.” She straddled the back of the bike and got comfortable, and waited for Logan to take off. <3> 

IceTe3a: He arched a brow as their lips touched did she do this intentionally? Either way she didn’t pull away as he could feel her soft lips pressing up against his as she took the half eaten vegemite toast, he watched as she pulled back and blushed slightly. That was a first for them both as he smiled lightly to her he watched her get up as he waved the waiter a farewell, walking near her he walked straight out the door as she asked for the discovery channel “Whatever you want” he smirked as he chuckled shaking his head at her comment. She had stated there was a furniture shop just down the road as he glanced down the road and back at her “righto” he said as he handed her the helmet and watched as she sat on the back of the bike. He smirked as he walked up behind her and reached down his fingers slipping under her ass as he lifted her up with ease, he sat down and slid them both forward so he was sitting on the front part of the seat and she was sitting directly on his laps, he handed her the keys to the bike and held on to her waist as he balanced the bike on his feet. “Go on then, take us there.” He smiled as he knew how much she loved to drive the bike and he had no issue with her driving it. He waited for her to start the bike and take the controls he pushed the bike forward as she clicked the gears into place and off they went with her at the controls sitting on top of his lap as his legs tucked in around the bike. 

CharlotteCarrendar:- Logan knew how much Dixie loved to ride the bike, so when he picked her up effortlessly and moved her into the front on his lap she made a slight whooping sound. “I get to take us there…woot!” With her fingers curling around the handle bars, and her feet put on the foot pads, she felt the bike lurch forward from Logan effort as she clicked the gears into place. The bike started up with a loud roar, enough to scare the patrons that were coming out of the Cafe Savoy, and she checked the traffic before opening her up and letting the bike power off in the direction of the Furniture store. She managed the bike well, and was so comfortable that she eased her back up against Logan’s chest. She felt so free when riding the bike, and even more so when he let her take control. It was exhilarating and addictive. “One day, I am going to own a bike like this.” She thought to herself as she sped along the city street, weaving out of traffic till finally pulling up in the car park of Le Patio Lifestyle. This was a one stop shop to fit out much of the house from furniture and bedding, office furniture and the like. Parking the bike carefully, Dixie took off her helmet and turned back to look at Logan. “This place has furniture from all over the world, not just Czech. Should be something to suit us.” She had to admit, that now she was getting excited. She waited for Logan to get off the bike first, before getting off herself. <3> 

 

Aussie Star Wars – Episode IV: A New Bloke

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Aussie, Australian, Comedy, cricket, fun, Humor, laugh, parody, Queensland., Star Wars, yobbos

 

If only they made the Aussie version for reals!…..lol.

ANZAC DAY – 2014

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airforce, Anzac day, Anzacs, army, Australia, Australian, honor, memory, navy, respect, tribute

 

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old;
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

 

Lest we forget

 

 

 

 

 

Cool Change – Little River Band

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“Cool Change”

If there’s one thing
In my life that’s missing
It’s the time that I spend alone
Sailing on the cool
And bright clear water

Lots of those friendly people
They’re showing me ways to go
And I never want to
Lose their inspiration

Time for a cool change
I know that it’s time for a cool change
Now that my life is so prearranged
I know that it’s time for a cool change

Well, I was born in the sign of water
And it’s there that I feel my best
The albatross and the whales
They are my brothers

It’s kind of a special feeling
When you’re out on the sea alone
Staring at the full moon like a lover

Time for a cool change
I know that it’s time for a cool change
Now that my life is so prearranged
I know that it’s time for a cool change

I’ve never been romantic
And sometimes, I don’t care
I know it may sound selfish
But let me breathe the air

Yeah, yeah
Let me breathe the air

If there’s one thing
In my life that’s missing
It’s the time that I spend alone
Sailing on the cool
And bright clear water

It’s kind of a special feeling
Out on the sea alone
Staring at the full moon
Like a lover

Time for a cool change
I know that it’s time for a cool change
Now that my life is so prearranged
I know that it’s time for a cool change

(Time for a cool change)
It’s time, it’s time
It’s time, it’s time
For a cool, cool change
(Time for a cool change)
I know it’s time for a cool change
(Time for a cool change)
Now that my life is so prearranged
Well, I know, I know
I know, I know
(Time for a cool change)
It’s time for a cool change
Yes, it is, yes, it is yes, it is
You know it’s time for a cool change

What a Wally – Death Club Role Play.

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Death Club Role Play Live

Parlour Dreams

What a Wally.

Writers
IceTe3a
CharlotteCarrendar

CharlotteCarrendar: – Tito was already out on the pavement, putting up the easel open sign for the passing trade to hopefully get a few extra customers this early. Inside, you could smell the delicious aroma of freshly brewed coffee and bagels, as Dixie was putting on breakfast for the pair. The joys of living behind where she worked, meant that the cheeky Australian didn’t have to rush in the morning, but take her time and actually serve breakfast to a starving Tito, who had to drive through thirty minutes of traffic to make it to the shop. Dixie was always waiting, opening the doors, and smiling at those pedestrians that ventured past the old shop. With a grunge pair of jeans and a black Sabbath t-shirt, Dixie looked in her element set against the walls that were lined with art work, pictures of famous customers, and of course the neon signs of the Tattoo parlour. With a steady beat coming from Dixie’s iPod stereo speaker stand, she was already bopping around the floor. Taking up a broom, she started to sweep the lower floor, as Tito came back inside, and sniffed that wonderful aroma. “Ah…Dixie..You do a good a coffee. This is the best parta of my day.” Naturally he would say that, after being kept up half the night by his aging mother. Was often the case he would come in with bags under his eyes, after she did one of her random escapes and terrorized the neighbourhood in her underwear. But that is another story. Tito poured himself a good mug of coffee, turning his head to the busy Aussie girl. “You wanna cup?” he asked, holding up her favourite skippy mug from home. “Nah, I want to put the finishing touches to that Ned Kelly design I was busting my gut on last night.” Tito gave a quick nod. “Ahh for the Aussie Logan mate. He good man. How you a say…Top blokea?” Dixie chuckled and replied “Yeah, something like that. He should be coming by soon.” Least that was what she had hoped. Sitting down at her art desk, she flipped open her work folder, and did the last of the shading on her Ned Kelly tattoo design. It was looking pretty damn good so far. <3>

IceTe3a: The morning air still crisp in the wind, the sun’s rays slowly glancing through the shades of the cheap motel room Logan had passed out in last night after having a few, he was resting peacefully ** BUUZ BUUUZ BEEEP BEEP WOOP WOOOP * The alarm clock in the room goes off “Awww bugger off” yelled loudly followed suit with a *SMASH* *groaning noises* rolling onto his back, he slept in his jeans and boots as usual, his vest thrown on the floor near his pistol, Rug sack, and his belt with his now attached large blade. “Ugh… what bloody time..” he glances at his phone for the time “WHO IN THE BLAZING HELL SET THAT” he blurted out loudly, as the alarm was set off for an early morning rise “Strewth mate” he said as he came to a stand letting out a rather long stretch “right then, spoze it’s time to go get me tatt” he grumbled as he put his vest and belt on. Placing his pistol behind his back under his vest and in his jeans, he repositioned his knife’s brown leather pouch letting it hang on right right leg. Walking out to his bike he gives her a well deserved pat * Thump Thump* “ Atta girl, ready to wake up love?” he smiled as he turned the key in the ignition, kick starting her; she revved over, and started purring. Pulling out a ciggy and lighting it, he smoked it for about five minutes to allow his baby to wake up before tossing the smoke and riding off towards the Tattoo shop. Thankfully he remembered the way, as he wasn’t too far away from their shop he rented the room back there for that purpose. As he came roaring down the street the tattoo shop was in, he gave some loud revs allowing Dixie and tito to hear of his arrival before parking his baby. “KOOOOWEIII!”” he hollered out of the top of his lungs as he got off his bike, a typical sign of a aussie asking where you at? Loudly. Casually strolling up to the door of the shop he glanced in.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Dixie was busy sketching the last parts of her design, when she heard this monstrous bush call. Stone the flaming crows. She had not heard that kind of call since she went out on a bush trek with her Uncle Pete. It actually made her drop her pencil and jump up from her chair. Tito poked his head out from the supply room, where he was getting the dyes, and his eyebrows had shot up fair into his scalp. “MOMMA MIA!” Dixie laughter could be heard just from his reaction alone. “I know right?!” It was clear she was excited about their client, mainly since he was a blast from the past of her life back home in Australia. “I think I heard the bush call before the bike.” Dixie said, heading to the door, only to see Logan strutting in. She pointed her finger at him with a cheeky wink. “Just the man I wanted to see. I do believe we are going to put some Aussie flavour on your back today.” Her bright smile was infectious, as she gestured him to come in, and take a seat on one of the comfy leather couches. “I have just about done the design, Logan. Fancy a cup of coffee?” She asked. <3>

IceTe3a: He overheard something about a mother? “Is someone’s mother ere?” he said suggestively as his hues glance over to Dixie who gave him a wink whilst pointing at him ‘Just the man I wanted to see. I do believe we are going to put some Aussie flavour on your back today’ a cheeky smirk appeared across his face “Hope I’m to your liking love “ he said as he showed off his two arm guns as a joke, the young 28 year old bikie was fit that’s for sure but he never really boasted it more just did the cheeky cheesey lines once in awhile as he gives her the once over again, before giving her a sexy whistle “Smokin love, Can’t wait to ave her on me skin I’ll wear that one with pride kinda like that shirt you wear with pride, Rock on” giving her the rocker tongue and fist. He followed her in dropping down into the lounge harshly “Ahhh, Sure doll, Love a cuppa” he smiled lightly as he glanced around the room looking for Tito “Aye love where’s the drongo at?” Stretching out so his legs took up the entirety of the couch his elbow rested on the arm rest as his hues flickered around “Who’s doing the damage to me today?”

CharlotteCarrendar:- Dixie blushed as Logan paid her a compliment, blurting. “Ah, go on.” A red rose appearing on her cheeks, as the lanky Italian came out of the supply room with a small box of dye. He caught on how Logan behaved his mannerisms and the rocker fist he used to end his sentence. So this was the epitome of Aussie cool? Tito went on to take the dyes up to his studio at the second level, while Dixie continued to play hostess to Logan. Hearing Logan’ sexy whistle, Dixie did a little wiggle as she went off to get Logan a cup of coffee, while Tito leaned on the bar rail that separated the lower floor from the top. “The Dixie…she do a good a coffee…mate.” He gave a cheesy big thumbs up, before adding. “I am the drongo…doing the ink today for you.” Least you had to give the poor bloke a few points for trying. As Dixie brought out the hot cup of coffee and offered it to Logan, Tito added. “Dixie just has to put her art through…the err scanner, and I print out the copy to place on your back…then..WE BEGIN!” The last part of his sentence was said with an exuberance, as he was pretty excited to be doing the Ned Kelly tatt. He had never been asked to do an Australian design before, so this was a first. Dixie left Logan to enjoy his coffee, as she quickly went back to her art desk, and did the final touches to her work. “And ready. I will just go do the scanning, and get the art copy ready to do the stencil.” <3>

IceTe3a: Logan arched a brow as she did a small wiggle, coming to a chuckle he clapped his hands together in applause, his ears tingle as he hears the voice of Tito ‘The Dixie…she do a good a coffee…mate.” He gave a cheesy big thumbs up, before adding.’ “THERE HE IS, Where you been mate? Round back?” he laughed as he nodded his head to, Tito saying he was the one doing the inking today “Righto mate, you’re a walley that’s what you are” he chuckled as he finally understood Tito didn’t know what Drongo meant. “Ahh tourists Eh love?” he smirked as he sipped his coffee, glancing around at the famous people in the photo’s and art work he admired them all “Love the chicken scratch doll, Yours?” he was referring to the artwork on the wall, as he continued to sip his coffee. Coming to a stand he got curious of how the sketching was going “Come on love gimme a gander” he smirked as he didn’t know if she’d be upset if he took a peek before she finished so he just leaned his back on hers playfully until she said it was fine to look. “So Mate, what’s your story; You ain’t from here” he was referring to Tito but would Tito register that he was being talked to?

CharlotteCarrendar: – “Walley?” Tito asked, confused about what a Wally was. Dixie could be heard chuckling as she had finished the art work. “Wally…uhm…I think he was the Wallpamur chimpanzee in the 80’s on the telly.” Tito didn’t like the sound of that. “I’m a Wally?” Dixie nodded. “Everyone loves a Wally.” This didn’t really make him feel better, but he tried to keep from getting cross, since…well, Logan was packing heat, and he didn’t fancy being gunned down over being called a Wally. Logan was admiring some of the sketches that adorned the walls of the Tattoo shop, asking if the chicken scratching was hers. “Yeah, its kinda my thing. Aside from tossing bottles and serving up drinks at my old work place, the Death Club.” Now bringing up the Death Club made Tito upset and he waggled a finger at her. “No talkie Death Club. That place bring nothing…butta pain and death. Look at Dem…Huh?! He off in the Russia…fighting…who knows who he killing…ALL OVER THAT CLUB!” Dixie took a bit of a step back at his reaction, and hoped Logan wouldn’t be offended. “Settle ya petals, Tito. I won’t bring it up again.” She rolled her eyes, then went to show Logan the tattoo design of Ned Kelly. It had come up beautifully. From the intricate detail of the body armour plates, to the revolver that he was holding in his hand. The swirl of the lettering, all melded perfectly. <3>

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IceTe3a: He smiles at Dixie who was chuckling at the language barrier between himself and Tito “AHh don’t worry mate, You’re a top bloke” he gave a half salute with his right arm as he glanced back to Dixie who started explaining about her sketches, and then her old job back at Death club which seemed to tick Tito off. His hues glance over at Tito as he watched him start rambling on, Death, killing and fighting? What’s this girl got herself into? Glancing down at her just after Tito had finished ranting on, he arched a brow but didn’t ask as everyone had their own secrets. ‘ Settle ya petals, Tito. I won’t bring it up again.’ She threw that back at tito pretty fast. Noticing she started to show him the drawing his hues examined it, as he rubbed his chin “You’re a born natural doll, Love it” he chuckles as he gives her a playful nudge with his knuckles. Glancing from Tito back to her “Righto, spoze I should strip before I get up there?” he said as he ripped his vest off and folds it up “Ahh right” he pulls his gun out and rests it on the top of the vest “Mind if you look after these for me love?” he said standing there half naked, “I’ll keep me knife on me, Won’t do anything stupid promise” he gave her a wink as he waited for her to go off and scan the picture so they could imprint it onto his skin.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Tito started to relax a bit, when Logan called him a Top bloke. There was a commerardery between men, and if you sort your differences out, with a few friendly words, everything is kosher. Dixie took Logan’s shirt and vest going through this drill often. “Don’t worry, I will hang your things out back.” Taking the gun along with it, she said. “And, I will keep these locked in the store room so they are safe.” It wasn’t like she wasn’t used to handling firearms before, and casually walked out back, as Tito took Dixie’s artwork and ran it through the scanner. This brought it up on screen and he played around with the size, to get it the right fit for Logan’s back. “If ya you take a seat over on the chair there, butta your stomach facing the back, I can start to prepare. Okay? Okay.” Dixie came back up, as Tito went to get the equipment on his trolley, including the disinfectant swatches, and the needle gun. He had his dyes all sorted, the colours arranged, and now just waiting on the imprint stencil that was coming out the printer. It was coming up pretty well so far, and Dixie took a seat on a swivel stool on the other side of Logan. Tito snapped on some latex gloves, before he started to clean down Logan’s back. The oddest song came on the iPod. It was Dean Martin’s “Everybody loves somebody…sometime” Tito started to tap his toes in time to the song, as he worked. <3>

IceTe3a: He watches as Dixie strolls into the back insuring his gear would be safe back there “Yeah I think the safeties on love” he chuckled as he glanced over at Tito who was now asking him to go sit down allowing Tito access to his back, Nodding he casually strolled up to the chair where Tito had asked him to sit, spinning the chair around so the backrest was facing the opposite way, he sat down and leaned his chest on the backrest, as his arms rested ontop of the backrest. “Lets get started shall we” he was excited to see how the tattoo would look, as he waited for Tito to finish prepping his things. He glanced over at Dixie who was now sitting next to him, giving her a wink “Ready to watch me become one of your pieces of art?” he chuckles slightly at the pun. Tito started to clean down his back, he could feel the cold air rubbing up against his skin, The smell of Disinfectant was thick through the air “I love getting tattoo’s, The smell of the disinfectant, the noise of the gun and the warmth of the needle going against your cold skin just feels awesome” he chuckled slightly as he arched a brow to the now playing song of Dean martin everybody loves somebody “ Top song, bloke’s got a voice that’s for sure. Sway ain’t to bad either” he smiled as he glanced over to Dixie “Although nothing beats the good olds 50’s to 80’s in my eyes.”

CharlotteCarrendar: “Nothing beats…Dean.” Tito said proudly, finished with cleaning Logan’s back and tossing the wipes into the bin beside him. He took up the fine trace paper that had the outline of Dixie’s sketch and placed it smooth on Logan’s back, humming to himself in time to the music. He wanted to make sure he got it centred and the angle just right. It was an impressive piece of artwork, and even Tito had to comment. “Dixie…how you get this so good, huh?” Even he was curious. “You would be amazed what watching the Ned Kelly film, along with archive drawings of it can do for an artist.” Dixie was a bit chuff herself with the way it had come out. Tito pressed his hands on the imprinted paper, and smoothed it over, leaving it for a few minutes, and reaching for his coffee cup to take a sip. While he did that, Dixie answered Logan’s question about how she felt of him being a walking piece of her art. “I always love watching. I know Tito is one of the best in the game. You are in good hands, Logan.” She said with a cheery wink, resting her forearms on the swivel chair back which she was straddling. When the time was right, Tito pulled off the stencil marked paper, to reveal Dixie’s outline of Ned Kelly on Logan’s back. “BEEEAUTIFUL…now, I begin.” You could hear the hum of the needle gun machine firing up, as he placed the ink vial in the compartment, so it was ready to start. He then pressed down on the start of the outline, and the tattooing began. <3>

IceTe3a: He nodded at what Dixie had to say in return, commenting on how Tito was the best in the game “Righto, I’ll trust ya on that one” he smiled as he felt Tito press the Imprinted paper onto his back, smoothing it over as he left it there for a few minutes. His skin soaking in the fresh ink, allowing the outline to transfer from the paper to the skin on his back perfectly, after awhile Tito took the paper off to reveal the outline, hearing Tito praise the work so far he arched a brow “Look good eh?” as he remained still, his ears twitched as he heard the buzzing of the gun, time to get this started “Righto game on” he said just as Tito started to tattoo the outline, He didn’t flinch even once his body was that used to being tattoo’d that it never flinched, as for the pain it wasn’t unbearable but rather comforting as he suggested earlier “ We’re in for the long haul now, Ain’t we. So what shall we ‘ave a yarn about?” as he could feel Tito working away back there, he could feel his skills in tattooing being shown as Tito knew exactly how long his skin could handle one firm press before having to lift it before the skin burned from the friction.

CharlotteCarrendar:- Skilfully Tito worked the outline of the Ned Kelly sketch – lifting the needle back at the right time, and then wiping away the excess before setting the needle back in place and starting again. The drone of the machine rose and fell as it was put in use and then moved away. Tito didn’t talk much as he worked, preferring to hum along to the tunes being played at the time. Dixie on the other hand, was right there and able to keep Logan company as he was being worked on. No doubt this was going to take a while, and Logan’s ability to hold still as the needle was applied, showed that he knew this procedure down pact. Dixie tapped her lip for a moment, and then said. “I happen to have found this cute little cafe…kinda cool and its not far from here. The guy who owns it is from the Gold Coast, can you believe it? Sells all kinda home grown foods, and beers. Must have got some special licence, I don’t know. But anyway, I thought if you like, we could pop by there for a meal. He gets all the footy and cricket.” Dixie said with a firm nod. <3>

IceTe3a: He could feel exactly where Tito was working from the feel of his back, his piercing blue hues glance at Dixie as she taps her lips, he arches a brow and then hears her talk about some café she knows about ‘kinda cool and it’s not far from here. The guy who owns it is from the Gold Coast, can you believe it? Sells all kinda home grown foods, and beers. Must have got some special licence, I don’t know. But anyway, I thought if you like, we could pop by there for a meal. He gets all the footy and cricket’ he smiles lightly at the invite “Aussie food, Footy and beer? Say no more love, it’s a date” he nodded slightly to reconfirm this “So, what are your plan’s love? You gonna stay in this place for the rest of your life? Or is there more to you than that beautiful smile.” Arching a brow once more he wondered how the tattoo was looking, he really couldn’t wait to see how it faired as time passed by.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Logan’s question about what Dixie’s plans were for the future made her stop and think for a moment. “I know I don’t want to spend the rest of my life in a garage, that’s for sure. Maybe..open my own gallery. That would be the top of my list of lifelong goals.” She spoke with a sincerity as she showed of a shy smile, right as the bell to the shop rang. It was Roberto, Tito’s baby brother who had with him…Mamma. “Tito…I gotta leave the Mamma here. I got a rehearsel at the studio and they ban a Mamma.” Mamma was a grumpy frail looking old woman dressed in all black, with a black scarf on her head. She took up her hand bag and started to beat Roberto’s back with it. Abusing him in Italian as he cowered from the strikes. “Mamma mamma…I can’t a take you. You abuse the guests…and you peed on the couch in the green room. Mamma Mia!’ Without a second word he fled out the door, with Mamma chasing after him, tossing her bag at him before storming back inside. She stood there with a foul look on her face, as the sound of tyres screeching was heard. Roberto making a clean getaway. Dixie cringed, as Tito looked up from his work. “Oh..notta now. Dixie..please..get Mamma something to do…a magazine…or..or put on a movie outta back. Anything, but I can’t deal with dat woman. I worka.” Dixie did a small salute before approaching the elderly Mamma like she was approaching a great white. “Mamma..remember me? Dixie.” This, the Mamma did remember. She knew Tito liked her and then smiled a toothless grin. “Dixie!” Dixie nodded and led Mamma out back to put on a movie for her and make her a cup of tea. <3>

IceTe3a: He was busy talking to Dixie as someone else came in, talking about mamma he put it down to they were related as he glanced at the old woman and made a scrunched up face “ Bloody oath, what a old bat” he said reffering to the old lady, who was obviously Tito’s old mother he could not help but shake his head at the fact he had just insulted Tito’s mother.
IceTe3a: Glancing at the other man it kinda looked like Tito as well must be his brother, giving the bloke a slight nod he watched as he ran off out of the shop hearing tires screeched he arched a brow “If your brother hits my bike driving like a hoon, I’ll drag him round the shed” he said in a low tone, as he watched Dixie run off to take the elderly lady out round back. “Righto love, take er round the back of the shed” he said with a cheeky tone as she walked off. “Aye Tito mate, the hell’s all that about?” he chuckled slightly as he went over his head what exactly just happened, back in aussie the oldies weren’t that useless, but they were a hand full that’s for sure. “Tito, wanna see something mate? Course ya do” he chucked slightly as he glanced around the room to see if Dixie was back. “Tito, when Dixie come’s back look at her dead in the eyes and say Help a dingo stole my baby, watch and see what happens eh?” he said in a low tone so Tito could hear it but not Dixie unless she was right next to him. He hoped Tito would do as he requested, it be interesting to see her reaction to Tito saying it, “Why not put your mother in a care house mate, that way she’s off your back quicker than a jack rabbit on heat in spring”

CharlotteCarrendar: Dixie had set up Mamma out back with a nice cup of tea, and happened to find some old Rat pack movies on DVD for her to watch. Apparently she was a huge fan of old Blue eyes, and made herself comfortable, with some biscuits and her tea. The anger having left her as soon as the television came on. Least for now, she was under some control, but Dixie did worry about the couch. Leaving Mamma with a soft smile she came back around the corner, and shook her head. “Roberto is an idiot. What was he thinking bringing her here?” Dixie said, knowing how this was going to be answered. “Since Papa passed away, me and Roberto we share the care. I usually up all night with the Mamma. He supposed to take the day.” Clearly, he couldn’t cope with Mamma at his work, after she got banned for bad behaviour. Tito apologised to Logan saying. “Eh…family you know. Blood is thicker, but it’s a bitch.” That was all he could think of to say, as he tried to get back into doing the Ned Kelly tatt properly, which was coming along well, as he was near completed the outline. The shading was going to take a lot of work though. When Dixie did come back, Tito stuttered a moment, then said….”Helpa…a dingo steals my baby.” This had Dixie stop in her tracks, and she then burst out laughing. “You wally.” <3>

IceTe3a: Logan nodded as Tito explained his situation about his mother, so their father has died and tito and his brother look after their mother, Good on them. “Understandable mate, Family is family” He had no family of his own, his father had passed away 2 years ago and his mother died when he was 20, Only sibling although he did have cousins and aunts so forth, but they hardly got together and saw each other, he was mainly shunned from the family due to his lifestyle choices, a bad influence on the kids they told him. “Pfft”. He could feel the tattoo was coming along from where the needle has been and where it is now, but it wasn’t even half way done yet. His hues pick up Dixie’s movements as she came closer, he wondered if Tito was going to ‘Helpa…a dingo steals my baby.’ He smirked as he glanced up at Dixie “I’ll ave him true blue in no time, How’s it looking?” he arched a brow as he glanced up at the clock to see how long they’ve been sitting for, and then back to Dixie “So, I’ve been asking questions all morning, Anything eating at you that you’d like to ask? I know there must be something.” He chuckles slightly “I am a bikie after all, that’s usually the topic most choose to talk to me about” he said as he lifted his arm up and scratched his nose

CharlotteCarrendar: – Dixie checked the progression of the tattoo and so far Tito had managed to do most of the outline, which was pretty good going considering the distractions earlier. Dixie returned to sitting on the stool and rested her arms on the rounded back rest. “It’s looking ace from where I am sitting. Spot on to my illustration.” Dixie said confidently. Time was always the killer with tattoos, and Dixie was more than happy to strike up a conversation whilst the shop was reasonably quiet. All you could hear was the odd chatter coming from Mamma, when a favourite song came on. But going back to Logan, Dixie did have some curious questions. “Have you ever been really seriously injured riding your bike…and what make it is?” <3>

IceTe3a: He smiles as she said his tattoo is ace, sounds like he’ll love it; can’t wait until its finished so he can lay his eyes on his new tattoo. Of course allowing others to ask any questions they wanted to him there would be the odd weird one but generally it was all the same, so he listened to Dixie asking her questions before he rubbed his chin “Hurt eh? Never fallen off her before so there’s a good thing, I’ve been clipped by a stray bullet before” he points to the circler scar on his left shoulder, actually if someone knew what they were looking for they’d notice he’s had a couple different weapon scars across his body among them 3 bullet wounds. Chuckling slightly he was reminded of a past time “There was this one time, I was sleeping on the side of the road after a long drive, leaning against me bike. She decided I’d had enough sleep and fell on top of me” he shook his head in laughter “Apart from that, not really, Oh I once got a stray part of my jeans caught in the chain whilst riding” he said as he pulled out the big blade and pointed the hilt of the blade towards her as he held the point “Cut er out whilst riding with this, otherwise I doubt I’d be here today.” as he glanced out of the window to his bike “Yeah love she’s a 2003 Anniversary Softail Harley Davidson, Love her with all my heart, Like your bikes doll?” his hues glance back at hers as he waits for her to answer.

 

”Do you come from a land Down Under?” – Death Club Role Play.

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Death Club Role play Live

Palour Dreams

”Do you come from a land Down Under?”

Writers:
CharlotteCarrendar
IceTe3a

CharlotteCarrendar: Another dark and cloudy day in Prague didn’t deter Dixie’s mood. Now in her second trimester of her pregnancy she was no longer throwing up, and was able to keep meals down. Needless to say she was more than happy about that. Tito who was running Dem’s Tattoo shop that she lived behind decided to hire Dixie to do the artwork for the shop’s tattoos to give him more time to work on clients, and less time in design. Dixie was a natural, and not only that the customer’s loved her cheeky ways, and sense of style. A grunge chick with her own ink, she was a walking advertisement. Dressed in black jeans and a loose tank that was off the shoulder, she was turning up her ipod with Spiderbait playing on the sound system. Bopping her head, she danced across the tiled floor as Tito looked up from where he was tattooing a girl’s arm. “Whata you play, huh? I like the classics…this is shit.” Dixie flipped him off, saying. “It’s Aussie shit, Tito and I happen to like it.” Tito couldn’t argue with her there, and he went back to working on his customer, as Dixie scored another win. She was enjoying the freedom of being able to work right in front of where she lived, and it meant she didn’t have to travel the public system anymore. The tattoo shop had a few customers, some that liked to just hang out with the Aussie backpacker, others were always looking for new tattoos to be done. <3>

IceTe3a: – The roar of a muffler, attached to a 2003 Anniversary Softail Harley Davidson it was in mint condition Sprayed black, chrome polished as it should be. Nothing looked bad about this bike and Logan loved her, Sitting on her he was sporting black bikie boots, ripped denim jeans that covered part of his boots, and a Bikie vest, on the right side of the vest it had stitching on it saying ‘ Sgt At Arms’ and ‘Nomads’ Under it on the back it simply had a picture of the Nomads symbol and in big letters ‘Nomads’, both arms were tattooed all the way up to his shoulders, the right arm was pure Demonic tattooing as the left side was pure Con man with Cards, dice, money, Pool balls with a female sitting on top of it. His chest and back was clear of ink, but that was an issue he wanted resolved as soon as possible, On his knuckles he had “Ride Free” one letter per knuckle. His black hair fell down to his shoulders and covered the sides of his face, as his piercing blue eyes glanced at the map trying to make sense of it, He was a well built man standing 6’4 and built like a brick, his muscles toned as ever. But that was only thanks to his good gene’s and working as a Farm hand back in Australia, those cowboys sure knew how to work hard, and they partied even harder. Something Logan got used to quite quickly, he loved the countryside and all its hardships; “Fuck sakes… OI MATE” he said loudly in his thick aussie accent towards people walking by “Tattoo shop, Where the bloody hell is it?” he said once more pointing at the map, Eventually he was given what he thinks to be directions to a tattooist. “Thank fuck, Cheers mate” he waved behind his head as he sat on his bike, Clicking at the gearpedel with his left foot, the bike switched into gear as he revved it out, changing it two second the bike responded driving off in a scream, she was a loud bike and could be heard from quite the distance but that sound just gave him the chills “nothing like the sound of a bike or a v8 in the morning” he’d always say as he drove along the roads of Prague taking left turns, right turns he knew he’d be lost in this place again soon enough. Finally he could see a sign down the street which promised of a tattoo shop “Dem’s Tattoo shop, Bloody good enough for me” he revved his bike hard, speeding down the road, coming to a stop he backed his motorbike in front of the shop giving it a few loud revs before kicking the motor off. Swinging his leg over his boot hit the concrete floor, He could hear music playing from inside the store, as he took off in a stroll swinging open the door he welcomed himself into the store. Without a second note of warning he smirked “G’day mate’s Bloody hell it’s hard to find you lot, Mate back there was all like Yeah mate she’s just round back. Round back my fucken ass.” as his head slowly bobbed up and down to the tune, his piercing blue eyes and rugged face turned slowly to glance at everyone in the shop. He was as aussie as they came, spoke the lingo and didn’t care who understood it, blunt and swore like a true sailor, he was also a country boy as if his rugged skin wasn’t enough to state that.

CharlotteCarrendar: Dixie was about to grab a new sketch pad, when she heard the distinct Australian twang of a biker that just came through the door of the Tattoo shop. The patriotic Aussie practically beamed, hearing someone that spoke her lingo –Aussie slang. Setting down her pad, she strode over, looking the guy up and down. Biker vest, boots, jeans…some pretty cool ink on his arms. Dice, money, pool halls and a girl straddling the lot. Dixie nodded in approval, before giving him a wink. “Round back, eh? You’re lucky you found us if that is the kind of directions they gave ya. I struggled for a month just to find the nearest Maccas. You’re in good company. And if you’re wondering, I’m from Melbourne. St Kilda.” She outstretched her hand as she chewed a piece of gum. “Dixie Chix, mate. You after a tatt, cause Tito over there is one of the best in the game.” Tito was busy shading a girl’s butterfly, which was situated on the top of her left boob. <3>

IceTe3a: He glances down to this young female who stood before him, an arched brow as she gave him the once over suddenly she let it rip. ‘Round back, eh? You’re lucky you found us if that is the kind of directions they gave ya. I struggled for a month just to find the nearest Maccas. You’re in good company. And if you’re wondering, I’m from Melbourne. St Kilda.’
“ G’day Sheela! Doll, you don’t know how good it is to hear someone else from down under” his rugged hand gripped hers as lightly as he could giving her a still firm shake, as he slightly leaned to the side glancing at the one she called tito. “G’day mate” he gave a friendly holler out towards tito who was working, before glancing back down to Dixie “Lil thing ain’t ya, I’m sure you hold your own though” he smirked as he started to punch the air lightly “That so love the best? Well doll I’ll take your word for it, Rigto sign me up for some ink, Looking to get something somewhere, Either round back or round front” he let go of her hand as he ran his fingers through his hair “ Melbourne eh? Your far from down under love, what brings out this way. I myself traveled to much down under to give a general location, but I love the outback so Out west of Queensland, near the cattle ranches love” he smirked as he glanced around at the tattoo’s on the wall “Speaking of which I have no bloody idea what Im going to get, speaking of maccas Where does a bloke get a burger around this joint, Im yakkered and in need of a good VB and a pie.”

CharlotteCarrendar: – The way this guy spoke reminded her so much of the patrons that her father used to get in the family pub back in St Kilda, that she couldn’t take the smile off her face if she tried. When he said it was good to hear someone speak the same lingo and actually understand him, Dixie couldn’t help but nod in agreement. “You have no idea. I mean, sure there is the odd Contiki bus tour, but you don’t get too many Aussies here outside of the tourist season.” Tito was keeping tabs on the conversation between the Aussie biker and his new art designer. While it was good to see she was bringing in new trade, he still had concerns about her, especially with how sick she had been for the past three months. With Demetrios away, Dixie had been far from her usual bubbly self, so seeing her like this, brought an odd smile from the Italian tattooist. When the Bikie hollered out to Tito, he waved back. “Ciao, my friend.” Tito was a big bloke, at least 6’ 4”, and when he was working on a client, he was often hunched over. Dedicated to his craft. Dixie chuckled when the Biker said he figured she could hold her own, to which she replied. “Yeah, I worked the bar at Death Club here in Prague for a few months, so I can take care of myself.” She did a fake body builder pose, just for good measure, but she was so slight, it looked comical. When the Biker said he would want some work done, Dixie was more than happy to show him through the books. The more she learnt about him, he favoured the Queensland outback, as opposed to the southern states, where she hailed from. But if it was one thing that he loved that was uniquely Victorian, was that he could go for a good VB and a pie. This had her laugh. “You’re serious, mate? I have some special sources that help me get that kind of goods in. Just hang here a tic.” Dixie headed outback to the garage, where she had a large fridge, that stocked – You guessed it, VB and…Four’n twenty pies. She was gone a good ten minutes, before bringing out the very things, that the Bikie craved. She set them down on a table near back, and gestured for the guy to come and enjoy this small Aussie feast. “Chow down on that, while I get the books for you to look through for your tatt. Oh, and I have some tom sauce if you want.” <3>

IceTe3a: Logan was his normal self again, seeing and hearing another aussie brought it all back to him as he smiled lightly, whilst chatting with the young sheela he could not help but chuckle at her pose and lightly pushed her “Put em away, you’re gonna scare the customers off” he arched his brow as she stated if he was serious, she disappeared for a moment as logan leaned to the left watching her stroll away out of sight what was the young sheela upto, then it hit him about ten minutes later his nose caught a waft of it .. could it be… no It couldn’t *Sniff Sniff* “aww what’s that you got there love” his eyes watching as she walked out with a Four’n Twenty pie and a VB “Oh darling, you’re a sheela after my own heart” he had not had a pie or a good beer since he left aussie, that was about two years ago “Fair dinkim, it’s been two years” he couldn’t help himself as he walked up to her and showed her that true Australian easy going way as he hugged her lightly “Cheers love, you made a bloke happier than you could imagine” he took a seat where she set the pie and VB and nodded “Yeah let’s get these pictures out and take a gander love, Nah on the sauce though I like to taste the flavor of the pie myself, Ow about you hun?” he took a bite out of the pie and almost started to tear up “Ahh I miss the vast lands..” he was reffering to Australia as he chugged down some of the beer “ I come from the land down under~~” he sung slapping his knee to the tune, it wasn’t often Logan got to enjoy the simple things in life, but he would remember this moment for the rest of his life.

CharlotteCarrendar: Dixie took the seat that was near Logan as he tucked into his Four’n’twenty pie, a tear in his eye since he had been without good aussie tucker for well over two years. She was pretty chuff to see a man enjoy what she had managed to find from home. Words could not describe what it felt like to sit down with an expat. Tito would never be able to understand, the happy banter, as Logan was speaking pretty fast, which was par of the course when you talk Aussie lingo. “I don’t mind a bit of tom sauce on my pies, but I don’t try and drown it, you know?” She rested her elbows on a tattoo art book, as she watched him eat up with his hearty appetite. “My favourite things are vegemite toast in the mornings, and a good tim tam bomb with my coffee at night when watching the telly. But every time I bring in my toast from the garage out back, Tito over there has a go. He said he thinks that stuff is like something from a cat’s ass. Course, I always quip back that I haven’t licked a cat’s ass so I wouldn’t know.” Tito overheard her and made some sort of Italian curse, while his customer was waiting for her butterfly tatt to be finished. Curious about her new found Aussie friend, Dixie asked. “So what brings you to Prague? Or are you just travelling through?” <3>

iceTe3a: – Scoffing down his pie he was thoroughly enjoying it as his hues glance over to Dixie who he just noticed was now staring at him, he stopped mid chewing and blinked slightly at the situation at hand, never had someone stare at his mug this long before. “ Ugh, I hate those Dongga’s drownin sauce all over the pie, I’m always like, Fuck give me the pie and drink the sauce mate” he said before he continued to chew down the pie. Overhearing that Tito disliked vegemite he choked on the pie as he was swallowing it *Cough cough* he swigs abit of VB “ Cats ass?!? Bloody hell mate, Nothin wrong with a good vegemite on toast, Hell I spread it thick for the flavor” he glances back at Dixie and slides the VB her way, Typical aussie always sharing a drink, any excuse to drink would do. He overheard her ask as to why he ain’t in aussie, he points to the back of his vest with his thumb swinging to the back of his shoulder “That’s why dear, I’m Free to ride the world’s roads *scoffing down the last of the pie and a sightof relief* Ride free darl’ “ he smirked as he leaned back in his chair and finally gave Dixie the once over from head to toe, being a typical blunt aussie “Cute little thing ain’t ya” a slight smirk on his face as he glances around the shop, “So you know my story partly, what’s yours doll”

CharlotteCarrendar: – The story of Dixie and how she came to be in Prague was a fairly unusual one. She was more than happy to explain, after he had been kind enough to tell her that he was touring. Free to ride the world’s roads. She had to admit, that was something she would love to do…one day. “Well..” She said, as she flicked back a stray lock of black hair. “I was actually going to Paris, where my dad had paid for me to go this fancy art college. But, I arrive at the airport, and some bastard steals my bag. So…I got no money, no bag…and stranded at the airport. That is where I met up with the Wallabys.” She was talking about the International Rugby union representatives from back home. “The manager happened to be a friend of my old man’s. He spotted me outside the terminal, and well, took pity on me I guess. So, I got to be the team mascot for a few weeks. Touring with the boys around from game to game. When I got to Prague, I decided to hoof it, and try my luck backpacking, and maybe doing odd jobs. That is how I ended up working at the Death club. It was like this….rave club, pretty shady. Lots of dancers, back rooms for…you know. So yeah, I was a barmaid, till the place got razzed by the Russians.” It was a fairly tall tale, so what would the biker from the Outback think? <3>

IceTe3a: – He listened to her story commenting every now and then “Strewth!! Bloody pricks, Tell ya what, you point them out, I’ll drag them round the shed and show them true Aussie culture.” He could not help but laugh at the comment he just made as he continued to listen “Wallabys? Lucky bastard, Bet that was an experience you won’t soon forget” he nodded in agreement with himself “ Russians.. Yeah, I’ve dealt with those pricks before that’s for sure. One tried to take my bluey Jack * He was referring to his dog called jack* and if there’s one thing you do not do, is fuck with an Aussies dog” he said firmly as he smiled slightly “You’ve had quite the experience that’s for sure. Though I don’t know how you stand all these Oh my god are you Australian?! Say That’s not a knife this is a knife, and do you have a pet kangaroo? Bloody wankers” he sighed slightly at the frustration of people. “So darling, show me what you got for me, in fact you choose the tattoo and the placing this’ll be a blast” he said, always up for a good dare or a great time he thought it would be fun to let her choose the tattoo and its location of where it was going to be placed. “Oh, here “ he said as he rustled through his pockets looking for something, he pulls out a handmade necklace that had a giant crocs tooth on it and then hanging near the crocs tooth was a dog tag imprinted with the Aussie flag on it, not something one could get from any tourist store this was hand made by Logan “ So you always remember where you’re from doll, and a thank you for the bloody pie and beer”

CharlotteCarrendar: – Dixie thought long and hard about what image would suit this Aussie character. He was proud of his national heritage, and also understood how many foreigners got the wrong idea about Australians and the Australian culture due to movies and some subpar soaps like Neighbours. She actually cringed at some of the things that people have said to him, cause she had copped as much if not worse when working at Death Club. She opened up her book of art drawings, and then flicked through to the back, where she had done a collection known as “Aussie Pride.” The one that really caught her imagination was one of Ned Kelly, holding out his arm with a pistol cocked and ready to fire, with the words “Such is life” written underneath it. Dixie turned the book around, for Logan to take a gander at. “How about this one?” The outlawed Australian was one of the iconic legends of the Outback, as well as being something of a folk hero. Few new the true story of Ned Kelly, but that is for another time. <3>

IceTe3a: Logan watched her carefully as she flicked through her book, it looked like she had just found something as she flicked the picture to him, it was Ned Kelly holding his pistol up and the worlds ‘Such is life’ written on it, he loved it, nothing else would do as this was perfect for him, as his usual Aussie self he stood up stripped his vest off, so he was topless “Where should it go” He had a pure black 9mm berretta sticking out of the back of his jeans, he took it out and threw it on the table, on closer expectation one could see ‘ Live free, Die well’ scribed down the chamber of the pistol not caring how people reacted to him being topless, or the fact he carried a gun; or his full sleeves, gang tattoo or gunshot scars amongst other scars he kept turning from front to back “On the old six pack? Or round back “ he slapped his hardened 6 pack of abbs and then his back throwing down 5,000 on the table “That enough to cover the Ink work? Annd.. “ he fiddled in his vest quickly as he pulled out a wad of cash again counting it then working it In his head, “Drawing and time fee, as usual with a tip” he threw down 1,700 infront of her as all tattoo’s when getting a design sketched require a drawing and time taken fee, this was a little more than what it should cost but Logan put in extra on purpose to help out his newly found Aussie sheela “Don’t give me any Hissy fits now sheela I wouldn’t be true blue if I was gonna sit here and not help out another Aussie” he smirked as he glanced around wondering how Tito was going with the female and if he was listening in.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Up on the platform where Tito had been working on his client the whole time, he finally got finished, and was cleaning the tattoo and talking to his client. He showed her how it looked in a mirror, and she was pretty pleased with how it turned out. Needless to say, he did a good job. He’d want to, to keep his rep intact in a place like Prague. Taking the girl’s payment, he was counting the euros as he wished her a good day, before coming down to see what Dixie and her new Aussie friend were up to. Logan had stood up and taken off his vest and shirt, asking where the tattoo should go. Dixie stood up herself and checked him out, favouring his upper back for the affect that the tattoo she would design specially would have. Tito did a double take seeing the firearm that Logan was wearing, but when Dixie gave him a stern look, that was to be quiet, Tito zipped his lip. This was her client, and she would deal with it. When Logan slapped down the 5 G and asked if that was enough, Dixie nodded in agreement. But when he threw down an extra 1,700 that was more than enough. In fact, it was a hell of a lot. “That’s plenty, mate” Dixie said with a half smile, knowing that it would be rude to go off about that kind of money. He didn’t look like the kind of guy you wanted to argue with. “I can start work on the design tonight if you like.” She was hoping he would be okay with that. <3>

IceTe3a: He smiles and nods as she started talking about the location of where the tattoo should go he spun around so his back faced them, trying to turn his head to look at his back and trying to force his hand to hit the location she was talking about, he was a typical aussie “ There you have it then love the idea” nodded as he was pleased with the location she had chosen “Sounds like a date love, when should I come back to get the ink done” his hues glance over to Tito who was looking a bit funny “ OI mate Hows it hanging? *Aussie slang for Are you alright mate?* you look like you’re stuck between a tazzi devil and its food” he then glanced back to Dixie “ Your mate looks like he could use a feed some grog love” as he put his vest back on, he glanced down to his pistol, grabbing it from the hilt he laughs slightly “I forgot to introduce my girl Sophie” he laughs again and places his pistol back in his pants behind his vest.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Tito was confused by the question “How’s it hanging?” He looked at Dixie for a translation, to which she said “Are you okay?” Tito still looked confused and responded to the Aussie biker. “I have..good hangin’..yeah, they hang good.” Dixie rolled her eyes, and laughed. “In one ear and out the other. Oh, and you can come back tomorrow, and we can get started. I will have the artwork done tonight.” She was pretty sure she could do the details before and after dinner, since she really didn’t have anything else to do. “We are open till 10pm at night.” That would give Logan a good amount of time to do the things he needed to beforehand. “In any case, here is our card, should you need to ring in for anything.” Dixie handed over the card, which had the cell numbers and online details. Tito eased up slightly, when Logan introduced his weapon “Sophie” “She is…beautiful….mate.” Least he was trying. <3>

IceTe3a: – Logan was staring at Tito who was looking confused and a bit slow to finally answer back sayin ‘I have..good hangin’..yeah, they hang good. ‘ Logan stood there for a moment trying to figure out what he was saying “Righto… mate, you keep.. Hanging low? “ he glanced over to Dixie confused from Tito “ He trying to have a go at me or is he a Drongo? “ he glanced back at Tito then at Dixie, glancing down at the card he took it in hand and placed it in his pocket “Right, then, cya later love, I’ma go find me some tucker and a place to set up my swag, perhaps a few rounds It’ll take me that long just to find something in this bloody place” he chuckled giving Dixie a friendly hug he turned to tito and stuck out his hand waiting for him to give him a shake “Good on ya Tito, good bloke, you look after sheela here got it? Otherwise I’ll have to take ya round the shed” he said jokingly with a laugh

CharlotteCarrendar: – Dixie could hardly contain her laughter, when Logan asked if Tito was a drongo, or having a lend. She was quick to interject. “He uhm…yes, drongo is a good word for Tito.” Course, Tito had no idea what that meant, but she gave him a little thumbs up, and he chimed in. “I am..a drongo.” Dixie walked Logan to the door after they had a light hug. Tito being a gentleman, shook hands with the biker Aussie. “Chow, mate.” Tito said as Dixie leaned against the door frame. “If you get stuck for a VB, you know where to find me.” A light wink, and the Dixie headed back inside, with Tito following her. “What is this shed he talks about, Dix?” Laughing Dixie replied. “You don’t want to know.” <3>