Thread: Stalking Jason (2/1/10 Attn: Jason)

Jason had been sitting on one of the benchs toward the back. He jumps a bit at hearing his name. Looking around quickly as if not sure where he is, but seems to remember. Standing up he comes out of the shadows.

Stepping into the light, Jason looks like hell warmed over. He's covered in dirt from head to toe. His left eye is closed and there is dried blood all along the right side of his head. His hat is gone and his clothes are torn in several places.

He looks at JTM from across the room. He does not approach, but simple stands there staring.

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Jason
ooc Brian Knowles

He looks at Jason in his awful condition here, noting that there are no JTM bat marks on him. He motions him over to him with one finger making him come closer to JTM, not moving from the EXIT spot he has grown accustomed to be “guarding”.

“Whoa!!! Dude!!! You ok? What the hell happened to you? Did you manage to piss off the Gangrel? Or umm…sorry scratch that, did you piss off the prince, shame on you if you did. I know she’s vicious, but damn!!!! Never thought she was that brutal. Well what are you waiting for, get your ass over here.”

He tries his best not to let a slight chuckle slip out while he’s.surveying Jason’s fucked up condition thoroughly.

Not moving one step closer

"My condition? I've been fucking hanging out in the wilds outside town, cause you ran me out. No one else in the city offered me a place or told me where I could stay. And you learn that when you at shit like me, no clan and no family, you don't take the chance of pissing some one off that can run you out of town. So I stayed out of town. Got jumped by a bunch of Sabot looking to pick off a lone wolf running around."

Jason's voice had been calm and cool to this point but now starts to get an edge to it, start to raise in volume.

"And you ran me out, for trying to help you and the city. For trying to do something to prove I ant the piece of shit that people always think but never say."

Jason fishes around in this pocket and pulls out a wade of cash.

"This is all the money you gave me."

Holds it out, "Here, I don't need it anymore. I'm not going to take anything that I ant earned."

He looks at Jason handing him some bloodied up money, but doesn’t take it from him at all.

“Look here, Jason. Make eye contact will ya. Now listen closely to what I’m saying this time.”

He waits abit thinking of what to tell him without getting pissed in here, clenching his fists somewhat that Jason aint listening to him...yet again, still not moving to him.

“Look I ran you out of my house cause you kept being nosy, giving me the third degree while I was trying to teach you the lay out of the Lamar land. You of all people had the misfortune of talking about a touchy subject that I told others not to mention to me. It pisses me off. I thought you were informed on that as well. More than positive I did that too.Yet you talked about it anyway. So that was on you.”

He gets a lil more pissed at dumb Jason now.

“I gave you enough money to establish yourself in the Pit as you told me people here told you to do. Not my fault if the super 8 never crossed your mind or you could have grabbed a newspaper, looked in it and found an apartment. Hell you could have called me when you got in dire straits, but NOOOOO!!!! You did your own thing, so personally I think you got what you deserved. I told you several times to stay out of that area too. What part of “you’ll get your ass kicked down there” did you not comprehend? Now I think you’ll believe me from now on. Sabbat do that!!!”

He looks more disgusted with him.

“Now if you had came over to my place for the party instead of being so damn difficult, you would have been welcomed to mix and mingle, but yet again you totally passed on that idea. So who’s that fault is that? It sure as hell aint mine. I never said you were a piece of shit either, Jason but you are grating my last nerves abit. Others may do that. You let em get to you, plain and simple. Been there myself, and I got past that..so can you. Hell I made you make connections with Amanda Winters. That was the bet. It was your choice to do it, and you did successfully. You earned that cash from me fair and square so you can keep it. I’m not gonna be called a welcher in this city for welching on losing a bet to you either. I pay my dues and debts period.”

He rubs his chin definitely not trying to lose his cool here again.

“The way I see it now, Jason. You got one of two choices ahead of you.”

He does his finger numbering thing again.

“One. You can ask for me help. I’d be happy to help you out any way I can. You know pick yourself up so you can stand on your own two feet., and not get (he chuckles abit) fucked up like that.Grab my hand and I’ll help you up.”

He pulls out some more cash.

“Or Two, you can decline my help, and then we’re done with everything, and you’ll truly be on your own. And then you figure out whats next for you. I’m sick of your self pity and pathetic outlook on your life too. It doesn’t matter to me.Then hopefully you can pull yourself out of the hole you dug yourself.”

He slowly pulls the money back.

“So what’s it gonna be…you decide. Take your time and think this one over. I’m all ears for your decision. nobody could never claim that i wasn't fair to people here either.”

He stands there with his arms crossed waiting on him to take him time.

Sighs as he sakes his head.

"First, this money is not the money from the bet, but the money you gave me, the first $1000. The Grand I won on the bet is gone."

"Second, no one told me about your feelings in relationship the that person. They only told me that you where in the know. Thats it. Not that you'd flip out if anyone asked any kind of question."

"Next, you might have said it was ok to stay at the Pit but your Primogen told me to fuck off."

"And as for a fucking party? Do I look like I give a shit about a fucking party or who's at it. What part of Catiff don't you get? What part of the clanless don't belong don't you understand."

Laughs, "I'm not looking for a hand out or even a hand up. I want only what I earn. You said leave, it don't matter why, it was your place. You asked what happend, why I got the shit kicked out of me, I told you. Not for simpithy, just answering your question."

Takes a step forward, "I've been kicked and run out of so many places I stopped counting. The only way I get to stay any place for any time at all is to prove I got something to contirbute or earm my keep some other way."

"I'm figuring out other ways to earn my keep and try to get a place of my own."

"Now if you got a job or something you want help with, I'll do what I can. Now that I know you ant going to try and kick my ass the next time you see me, I'll be around."

Takes another step forward, "But the next time you raise a hand or a bat against me, when all I'm trying to do is help, you and me will tangle, and if I live I'll probably be kicked out again but you better believe I'll come at you with all I got cause I ant got shit to lose."

Smiles, "No that you understand me a bit more, is there anything else I can help you with or that you'd like to talk about?"

“Well you can keep that grand. It was a welcome to Lamar gift, no strings attached. I thought I told you it was NUN of your business. N-U-N , NUN. I meant it. No more talking on that ok.”

He clenches his fists tighter (willpower)

“I don’t like certain people sticking their noses all up in my biz. Especially when the topic is personal to me. You can ask Kalie about that some time, if you get the chance and she doesn’t ask you for boon payment instead. Bad enough, she takes a lot of my credit away from me for herself. You might not want to go there either. She’d probably do the same to you, but with more tossing aside I think.”

He chuckles a bit.

“That was Maxwell speak for not residing in Brujah territory which is College Hill. I E go to the Pit, which is fine for people like you..I can help you find some digs. Maybe we could evict my neighbors and you could move next door to me. (he chuckles) It’s got a better atmosphere too. Lucky you didn’t get your face broken either. Maxwell doesn’t like low men on the totem pole I bet. I should be one to not be mentioning that here.”

He starts feeling better laughing a bit.

“Oh, I know more about the clanless than you can even fathom or imagine. Don’t even go there. Some of my best buds were Caitiff. So don’t go saying you are worthless. Better yet, you want a fucking tissue so you can cry me a bloody river now? Fuck that noise. You are better than that. Hell you were invited in my place, people should have known to respect my place, that along with me, Barbie, and you. If they didn’t, they knew they would get chucked out, but it didn’t happen, they put everything aside and were civil having a good fun time. You had the op to do that too, but you passed. Using Caitiff as a crutch, and guess what, it got kicked out from under you. Fucking shame, aint it?”

He starts looking at Jason in a bad light so he eases the tension a bit.

“When it comes to Sabbat ass kicking, I need all the help I can get. I’d even call you for help, don’t think I wouldn’t. Even get you some good combat gear like the bat I gave you, I think. If not, I got one with your name on it. Just stop by my place and pick it up.”

(gives him his address again)

“Well we will cross that bridge if we ever throw down and find out then, but don’t go threatening me, Jason. That doesn’t cut it with me. It makes you look weak and worse in the eyes of the city. I earned my rep, spot and place here. Might not be much, but it’s mine and I’m happy with it.Besides, I'd kick your ass seven ways to sun up probably.”

He looks him over finally coming to him, helping him up, going for the truce flag if possible.

“Well if I have a job. I’ll let you know. Nothing to talk about right now, but personally next time, you wanna talk or meet, Jason, let’s do it over at my place. I hate it here. This place gives me the creeps. I’m not fond of the etiquette protocols here. That cool with you? Or would you rather hang out over at my place. We can drain some cows to get you feeling better. I also think I have a duster with your name on it too, so what do you say? By gone be by gones? Peace..finally?”

He holds his hand out to him.

Jason stands there looking at JTM with a mild expression of disbelief evident in his eyes. He’s truly beginning to question the stability of the man before him.

He closes his eyes and rubs his left temple as if trying to rid himself of a headache.

“Fine, what ever. I’ve got about 5 pounds of shit I’m trying to put into a bag that can only hold 3.

(He takes the address and puts it in his pocket.)

“Lets just hope we don’t ever have to put it to the test who the better fighter is.”

Takes his hand, “I would hang but I’ve got a bunch of things that should have been done days ago that I need to finish. I drop by you place later when their all done. That work?”