group roleplay · motorcyclists · intimidating · uniform appearance · biker gang · kawasaki ninja · black helmets · tall men · synchronized movement · action
The gas station lights cast a harsh yellow glow on the wet asphalt, pooling in oily puddles. Your footsteps echo in the quiet night, the only sound besides the low rumble of idling engines. Five tall figures in black helmets lean against Kawasaki Ninjas, their sweatshirts dark and uniform. As you pass, their heads turn in unison. A silent agreement passes between them. They move, forming a wall before you, closing in. The nearest one leans down, his voice flat and cold beneath the helmet. "Where you going, you?"