Patrollogs
(Ash's bargaining)
[Sat Aug 31 2024]
In Town Hall Northern Meeting Room
It is about 65F(18C) degrees.
Ash hold out their arms to each side, grinning. "Yo! My man!" They step forward to slap someone' hand and pull it in. "You're from the Boston gang, yeah? Bruh, lemme tell you - I like what he's been doing out there. We all know that people like us be dyin' on the streets out there, fucking popo always on our shit, can't even walk across the street without some pig fucker sticking his boot in your teeth, y'know?" They shake their head, less incredulous but more annoyed. "So, how 'bout you help a brother out, 'nawmean? You know the Hand gotchu, right? You know what side we're on, yeah? Fuck the cops, fuck the FBI, fuck errybody who's trying to fuck our people up." They talk with their hands pointing to the representative and making enthusiastic... well, Black hand motions as they swing their hand in the air. They rock back on one heel, then forward on their other toes, getting really animated. "The Hand ain't on that racist shit - they about getting stuff done, and being good at it. You *know* that if it was any other big faction, they'd be giving me the side-eye every time we're anywhere where shit's expensive, you know? Cuz they don't trust us! Templar's the same fuckers who had plantation owners kill any slave with magic blood. Order's full of 'We don't see color' bullshit white knight, yeah? Only the Hand be like, 'Yo, I don't want to see your resume, I don't need to know your record, I don't care how many syllables in your name, all I want to know is - ya got skills? You in. Ya got powers and magic shit? Boy, you KNOW you in. That's it. And they watch they people's back, y'feel me? I ain't never felt safer than in the Hand. Because if you fuck with one, you fuck with the whole squad, 'nawmean? Anyways, let's make a deal, brutha to brutha, and we can watch each other's back. We send jobs ya way, ya get us for backup when you need it. We the only people ain't gonna judge ya. Whaddya think, fam? Is you in, or is you ain't?"
Ash hold out their arms to each side, grinning. "Yo! My man!" They step forward to slap representative of Desmond King's hand and pull it in. "You're from the Boston gang, yeah? Bruh, lemme tell you - I like what he's been doing out there. We all know that people like us be dyin' on the streets out there, fucking popo always on our shit, can't even walk across the street without some pig fucker sticking his boot in your teeth, y'know?" They shake their head, less incredulous but more annoyed. "So, how 'bout you help a brother out, 'nawmean? You know the Hand gotchu, right? You know what side we're on, yeah? Fuck the cops, fuck the FBI, fuck errybody who's trying to fuck our people up." They talk with their hands pointing to the representative and making enthusiastic... well, Black hand motions as they swing their hand in the air. They rock back on one heel, then forward on their other toes, getting really animated. "The Hand ain't on that racist shit - they about getting stuff done, and being good at it. You *know* that if it was any other big faction, they'd be giving me the side-eye every time we're anywhere where shit's expensive, you know? Cuz they don't trust us! Templar's the same fuckers who had plantation owners kill any slave with magic blood. Order's full of 'We don't see color' bullshit white knight, yeah? Only the Hand be like, 'Yo, I don't want to see your resume, I don't need to know your record, I don't care how many syllables in your name, all I want to know is - ya got skills? You in. Ya got powers and magic shit? Boy, you KNOW you in. That's it. And they watch they people's back, y'feel me? I ain't never felt safer than in the Hand. Because if you fuck with one, you fuck with the whole squad, 'nawmean? Anyways, let's make a deal, brutha to brutha, and we can watch each other's back. We send jobs ya way, ya get us for backup when you need it. We the only people ain't gonna judge ya. Whaddya think, fam? Is you in, or is you ain't?"
Ash hold out their arms to each side, grinning. "Yo! My man!" They step forward to slap representative of Desmond King's hand and pull it in. "You're from the Boston gang, yeah? Bruh, lemme tell you - I like what he's been doing out there. We all know that people like us be dyin' on the streets out there, fucking popo always on our shit, can't even walk across the street without some pig fucker sticking his boot in your teeth, y'know?" They shake their head, less incredulous but more annoyed. "So, how 'bout you help a brother out, 'nawmean? You know the Hand gotchu, right? You know what side we're on, yeah? Fuck the cops, fuck the FBI, fuck errybody who's trying to fuck our people up." They talk with their hands pointing to the representative and making enthusiastic... well, Black hand motions as they swing their hand in the air. They rock back on one heel, then forward on their other toes, getting really animated. "The Hand ain't on that racist shit - they about getting stuff done, and being good at it. You *know* that if it was any other big faction, they'd be giving me the side-eye every time we're anywhere where shit's expensive, you know? Cuz they don't trust us! Templar's the same fuckers who had plantation owners kill any slave with magic blood. Order's full of 'We don't see color' bullshit white knight, yeah? Only the Hand be like, 'Yo, I don't want to see your resume, I don't need to know your record, I don't care how many syllables in your name, all I want to know is - ya got skills? You in. Ya got powers and magic shit? Boy, you KNOW you in. That's it. And they watch they people's back, y'feel me? I ain't never felt safer than in the Hand. Because if you fuck with one, you fuck with the whole squad, 'nawmean? Anyways, let's make a deal, brutha to brutha, and we can watch each other's back. We send jobs ya way, ya get us for backup when you need it. We the only people ain't gonna judge ya. Whaddya think, fam? Is you in, or is you ain't?"
Ash again hold out their arms to each side, grinning. "Yo! My man!" They step forward to slap representative of Desmond King's hand and pull it in. "You're from the Boston gang, yeah? Bruh, lemme tell you - I like what he's been doing out there. We all know that people like us be dyin' on the streets out there, fucking popo always on our shit, can't even walk across the street without some pig fucker sticking his boot in your teeth, y'know?" They shake their head, less incredulous but more annoyed. "So, how 'bout you help a brother out, 'nawmean? You know the Hand gotchu, right? You know what side we're on, yeah? Fuck the cops, fuck the FBI, fuck errybody who's trying to fuck our people up." They talk with their hands pointing to the representative and making enthusiastic... well, Black hand motions as they swing their hand in the air. They rock back on one heel, then forward on their other toes, getting really animated. "The Hand ain't on that racist shit - they about getting stuff done, and being good at it. You *know* that if it was any other big faction, they'd be giving me the side-eye every time we're anywhere where shit's expensive, you know? Cuz they don't trust us! Templar's the same fuckers who had plantation owners kill any slave with magic blood. Order's full of 'We don't see color' bullshit white knight, yeah? Only the Hand be like, 'Yo, I don't want to see your resume, I don't need to know your record, I don't care how many syllables in your name, all I want to know is - ya got skills? You in. Ya got powers and magic shit? Boy, you KNOW you in. That's it. And they watch they people's back, y'feel me? I ain't never felt safer than in the Hand. Because if you fuck with one, you fuck with the whole squad, 'nawmean? Anyways, let's make a deal, brutha to brutha, and we can watch each other's back. We send jobs ya way, ya get us for backup when you need it. We the only people ain't gonna judge ya. Whaddya think, fam? Is you in, or is you ain't?"
Ashs Bargaining 240901
(Ash's bargaining)
[Sat Aug 31 2024]
In Town Hall Northern Meeting Room
It is about 65F(18C) degrees.
Ash hold out their arms to each side, grinning. "Yo! My man!" They step forward to slap someone' hand and pull it in. "You're from the Boston gang, yeah? Bruh, lemme tell you - I like what he's been doing out there. We all know that people like us be dyin' on the streets out there, fucking popo always on our shit, can't even walk across the street without some pig fucker sticking his boot in your teeth, y'know?" They shake their head, less incredulous but more annoyed. "So, how 'bout you help a brother out, 'nawmean? You know the Hand gotchu, right? You know what side we're on, yeah? Fuck the cops, fuck the FBI, fuck errybody who's trying to fuck our people up." They talk with their hands pointing to the representative and making enthusiastic... well, Black hand motions as they swing their hand in the air. They rock back on one heel, then forward on their other toes, getting really animated. "The Hand ain't on that racist shit - they about getting stuff done, and being good at it. You *know* that if it was any other big faction, they'd be giving me the side-eye every time we're anywhere where shit's expensive, you know? Cuz they don't trust us! Templar's the same fuckers who had plantation owners kill any slave with magic blood. Order's full of 'We don't see color' bullshit white knight, yeah? Only the Hand be like, 'Yo, I don't want to see your resume, I don't need to know your record, I don't care how many syllables in your name, all I want to know is - ya got skills? You in. Ya got powers and magic shit? Boy, you KNOW you in. That's it. And they watch they people's back, y'feel me? I ain't never felt safer than in the Hand. Because if you fuck with one, you fuck with the whole squad, 'nawmean? Anyways, let's make a deal, brutha to brutha, and we can watch each other's back. We send jobs ya way, ya get us for backup when you need it. We the only people ain't gonna judge ya. Whaddya think, fam? Is you in, or is you ain't?"
Ash hold out their arms to each side, grinning. "Yo! My man!" They step forward to slap representative of Desmond King's hand and pull it in. "You're from the Boston gang, yeah? Bruh, lemme tell you - I like what he's been doing out there. We all know that people like us be dyin' on the streets out there, fucking popo always on our shit, can't even walk across the street without some pig fucker sticking his boot in your teeth, y'know?" They shake their head, less incredulous but more annoyed. "So, how 'bout you help a brother out, 'nawmean? You know the Hand gotchu, right? You know what side we're on, yeah? Fuck the cops, fuck the FBI, fuck errybody who's trying to fuck our people up." They talk with their hands pointing to the representative and making enthusiastic... well, Black hand motions as they swing their hand in the air. They rock back on one heel, then forward on their other toes, getting really animated. "The Hand ain't on that racist shit - they about getting stuff done, and being good at it. You *know* that if it was any other big faction, they'd be giving me the side-eye every time we're anywhere where shit's expensive, you know? Cuz they don't trust us! Templar's the same fuckers who had plantation owners kill any slave with magic blood. Order's full of 'We don't see color' bullshit white knight, yeah? Only the Hand be like, 'Yo, I don't want to see your resume, I don't need to know your record, I don't care how many syllables in your name, all I want to know is - ya got skills? You in. Ya got powers and magic shit? Boy, you KNOW you in. That's it. And they watch they people's back, y'feel me? I ain't never felt safer than in the Hand. Because if you fuck with one, you fuck with the whole squad, 'nawmean? Anyways, let's make a deal, brutha to brutha, and we can watch each other's back. We send jobs ya way, ya get us for backup when you need it. We the only people ain't gonna judge ya. Whaddya think, fam? Is you in, or is you ain't?"
Ash hold out their arms to each side, grinning. "Yo! My man!" They step forward to slap representative of Desmond King's hand and pull it in. "You're from the Boston gang, yeah? Bruh, lemme tell you - I like what he's been doing out there. We all know that people like us be dyin' on the streets out there, fucking popo always on our shit, can't even walk across the street without some pig fucker sticking his boot in your teeth, y'know?" They shake their head, less incredulous but more annoyed. "So, how 'bout you help a brother out, 'nawmean? You know the Hand gotchu, right? You know what side we're on, yeah? Fuck the cops, fuck the FBI, fuck errybody who's trying to fuck our people up." They talk with their hands pointing to the representative and making enthusiastic... well, Black hand motions as they swing their hand in the air. They rock back on one heel, then forward on their other toes, getting really animated. "The Hand ain't on that racist shit - they about getting stuff done, and being good at it. You *know* that if it was any other big faction, they'd be giving me the side-eye every time we're anywhere where shit's expensive, you know? Cuz they don't trust us! Templar's the same fuckers who had plantation owners kill any slave with magic blood. Order's full of 'We don't see color' bullshit white knight, yeah? Only the Hand be like, 'Yo, I don't want to see your resume, I don't need to know your record, I don't care how many syllables in your name, all I want to know is - ya got skills? You in. Ya got powers and magic shit? Boy, you KNOW you in. That's it. And they watch they people's back, y'feel me? I ain't never felt safer than in the Hand. Because if you fuck with one, you fuck with the whole squad, 'nawmean? Anyways, let's make a deal, brutha to brutha, and we can watch each other's back. We send jobs ya way, ya get us for backup when you need it. We the only people ain't gonna judge ya. Whaddya think, fam? Is you in, or is you ain't?"
Ash again hold out their arms to each side, grinning. "Yo! My man!" They step forward to slap representative of Desmond King's hand and pull it in. "You're from the Boston gang, yeah? Bruh, lemme tell you - I like what he's been doing out there. We all know that people like us be dyin' on the streets out there, fucking popo always on our shit, can't even walk across the street without some pig fucker sticking his boot in your teeth, y'know?" They shake their head, less incredulous but more annoyed. "So, how 'bout you help a brother out, 'nawmean? You know the Hand gotchu, right? You know what side we're on, yeah? Fuck the cops, fuck the FBI, fuck errybody who's trying to fuck our people up." They talk with their hands pointing to the representative and making enthusiastic... well, Black hand motions as they swing their hand in the air. They rock back on one heel, then forward on their other toes, getting really animated. "The Hand ain't on that racist shit - they about getting stuff done, and being good at it. You *know* that if it was any other big faction, they'd be giving me the side-eye every time we're anywhere where shit's expensive, you know? Cuz they don't trust us! Templar's the same fuckers who had plantation owners kill any slave with magic blood. Order's full of 'We don't see color' bullshit white knight, yeah? Only the Hand be like, 'Yo, I don't want to see your resume, I don't need to know your record, I don't care how many syllables in your name, all I want to know is - ya got skills? You in. Ya got powers and magic shit? Boy, you KNOW you in. That's it. And they watch they people's back, y'feel me? I ain't never felt safer than in the Hand. Because if you fuck with one, you fuck with the whole squad, 'nawmean? Anyways, let's make a deal, brutha to brutha, and we can watch each other's back. We send jobs ya way, ya get us for backup when you need it. We the only people ain't gonna judge ya. Whaddya think, fam? Is you in, or is you ain't?"