[ fucked up seems to be the consensus. the place is like nothing jax has ever dealt with, but on some level he can't help but respond to it the same way he'd respond to prison. look around, find someone, anyone familiar and stick to them. this is a sea of unfamiliar faces, but juice and his hair, those tattoos, that's enough. jax pushes his way right through the crowd because fuck all of them, sons should stand with sons, even if they're naked and covered in blue shit and possibly lost. ]
You got any idea where we are?
[ it's not the kind of question that jax really expects an answer to. it just needs to be said, so he's saying it, and then they can move on to the next part of the conversation, namely the part where they agree that this is fucked up. ]
shoves into this thread.
You got any idea where we are?
[ it's not the kind of question that jax really expects an answer to. it just needs to be said, so he's saying it, and then they can move on to the next part of the conversation, namely the part where they agree that this is fucked up. ]