Exposition, exposition! New Orleans, Friday. [NFB]
Weevil had made his way to New Orleans proper to try and get himself a cheap bike. Heading out of Milieux was strike one against the deal that kept him out of jail.
In New Orleans, being a highly tattooed ex-gang leader can get you in trouble with people of the less than savory sort. Brawling with said people, that was strike two.
Then, when he was so frustrated he mouthed off to the arresting officer, well, that was strike three.
When his record popped up at the police office, a phone call was made. Within hours, Weevil was on his way back to California, swearing up a storm. In handcuffs.
He wouldn't even get a chance to say goodbye.
[ooc: And a sadly rather handwavey goodbye to our local hoodlum-trying-to-make-good.]
In New Orleans, being a highly tattooed ex-gang leader can get you in trouble with people of the less than savory sort. Brawling with said people, that was strike two.
Then, when he was so frustrated he mouthed off to the arresting officer, well, that was strike three.
When his record popped up at the police office, a phone call was made. Within hours, Weevil was on his way back to California, swearing up a storm. In handcuffs.
He wouldn't even get a chance to say goodbye.
[ooc: And a sadly rather handwavey goodbye to our local hoodlum-trying-to-make-good.]