Thread: Property of the Sinners ( loneiysong & CrimsonMaster)

Unlike most motorcycle gangs, The Sinner's weren't racist. While most gangs were pretty much whites only. The Sinners would take anyone. They believed that sinners came from all races. Each of The Sinners was wearing ether black, or blue jeans. They all had motorcycle boots on and were wearing leather vests. A few had t-shirts on under their vest, but most went without a shirt. Small patches of different types were clearly seen along the left right front sides of the vests. Some of these guys were fit, others were a bit softer in certain places. Each of them had tattoos on their arms, chests and backs. A few had tattoos on their legs as well. The tattoos ranged from Devils heads to skulls to letters and even numbers. Many of the guys had tattoos on their backs which matched the patches worn on the backs of their vests and jackets. The top rocker bar held the name of the gang. Satan's Sinners. The logo was in the middle. It was Satan sitting on a throne with a huge hard cock. Two women sat on ether side of the throne at Satan's feet and each woman was reaching a hand upwards to touch Satan's cock. There was a small patch on the lower right side of the back, just below the logo with the letters MC. Finally the bottom rocker bar showed where this gang calls home. That bottom rocker read Texas. Turk, Dice and Meat had gone inside and where hovering around the ready made sandwiches. Tiny, a powerfully built black man who stood well over 6 feet stood near his biker. He was slowly looking around checking the area for trouble. When you ran with a biker gang, trouble could come from anywhere. The police were always a pain in the ass and other biker gangs could show up without warning. The Sinners were marked for death by other clubs. Motorcycle gangs didn't get alone since they were always invading each other territories. Tiny looked over to where Chucky D sat on his bike. He was grinning from ear to ear while staring at a parked car. CHUCKY!! Tiny yelled out. What the hell are you starin at boy!? Tiny asked while walking over to his fellow biker. Chucky pointed at the car and said that the chick inside was staring at him. She must like the bad boys. Chucky added while Tiny looked over at the car. He could see a woman inside, but that didn't tell him what she was doing here. Tiny said they should go over and see what was up. He then called for Digger to join them. The three men slowly walked acrossed the parking lot to where the car was sitting. Digger walked up to the passenger side while Tiny Chucky came up on the driver's side. Chucky was one of those members who wasn't as fit. He was more rounded in the middle and had dirty blonde hair, beard mustache. Chucky placed his arm on top of this woman's car. He leaned against it while leaning down. Hey there darlin......You looking for a good time? Chucky asked as his grin stretched wider over his face. Turk and the rest came out from the store with the food. He stopped after seeing Tiny, Chucky Digger were gone. Turk looked around spotting them standing near a car. He motioned for those with him, to head for the bikes. Turk kept his eyes on the car not knowing what the others had found.