Name's Malaki
Old School SOA Original
Current Nomad
Making my way in this crazy world
Supporting my club
Come by, let's get something going
DM open, seeking active RPers
❝I don't have a vision anymore. All I see is what's right in front of me.❞
jackson 'jax' teller. prez of samcro. sons of anarchy. rp. independent portrayal. literate. descriptive. mature content. mdni. written by madplotter. rt please?
Starter for @HellHoundLilSis
June 11, 20XX
Dear Maddie
Nah thats stupid. I sound like those held help columns we used to piss ourselves laughing at you remember?
Yo Maddie,
Sounds better.
Okay. So.
I made it.
I’m in Beacon Hills, which, by the way, sounds like the kind
@HellHoundLilSis “Wait.”
My eyes widened and I pointed a half eaten piece of pizza at her and her admission. Plus I was just glad that now I had something /else/ to focus on other than me and Cesar because I wasn’t sure how to answer half of those questions without sounding love sick or an
world I once had kept myself outside of. And I knew, even then, that once I started prospecting for the Saints, I could never publish a single word of it.
Being arrested is a hell of a way to break a case of writer’s block.
But that’s exactly what happened to me. You could say I was at the wrong place wrong time, or maybe just a case of existing while black and brown, either way my waiting for Cesar had turned into me being
Cesar. I didn't go to the library. Instead I sat in the back of a van with a group of women who lived outside every law I’d ever been taught to respect. I pulled out my pen, but for the first time in my life, I wasn't writing for a grade.
I was writing to understand the very