Thread: Moving In (Attn Jason,Bishop, and anyone else 2/26/10)

Bishop pulls up in what appears to be a very old farm truck with some boxes in the back. He grabs a box out of the back and the six pack he had in the front. He proceeds up to the door and just lets himself in. He sits down the box inside the door, and sits the six pack on the coffee table. He looks at JTM and the Barbies. "So which one is mine?"

JTM hears a vehicle pull up.

“Someone’s here, Barbie.”

He gets up from the couch waiting to unlock the door, but watches the door open unexpectedly. He thought he had locked the door and deadbolt. He notices a strange vehicle out front next to his moving van, seeing Bishop with a box and a six pack in his hands. He steps in front of Bishop, watching him set the box down by his feet and placing the six pack on the coffee table following his every movement, but staying right in front of the door. He stands there staring at Bishop who apparently didn’t see him right there.

“Now I can see why Maddelena whipped ya and whooped ya hard. You don’t fucking listen, Bishop. I said knock first or were you NOT paying attention? You probably got so wrapped up in the bachelor pad motif in your head, right? Well here. Here’s your key to this place. From now on, you better lock the door and the deadbolt before you leave. I don’t want anybody coming in and robbing the place again, got it..”

He hands him the house keys hard to his chest waiting for him to take them.

“Now your room’s upstairs, the SMALLER room on the left. (chuckles) Jason’s claimed the bigger one up there. You’ll have to do something about the window too. You guys'll have to share the closet and the bathroom up there. That’s on you. Now pick up that box and take it upstairs. You’re cluttering up the living room with it. The attic is available too if ya need it. just don't block the easy roof access k.”

He then walks over to his six pack picking it up.

“Oh yeah, Bishop. Before you go, these go in the fridge. I’m not your fucking maid. Next time, walk in the kitchen, go to the fridge and stick em in there.”

He looks over at Barbie putting his hand moving it down to her looking somewhat pissed..

“It's ok ok ok Hey!!!, I told you, girl. I got this.”

He looks over at Bishop.

“Be glad that I told ya, cause Barbie was about to bitch slap you into the middle of next week. Now I’ll take care of her calm her down, but YOU…..need to get stepping. That way you can move that whatever that fucking thing you drove in is. Shit!!!!”

He points him up the stairs immediately.

Bishop grabs the box and looks at JTM. "I just figured I'd bring you a little something." He points to the beer. "But I guess Barbie was a little hard on you this morning so I'll just be moving my stuff and be out of your way." Bishop proceeds to his room and starts unpacking.

Jason knocks on the door waiting for an answer. He's stanind next to a new two spiket beer tapping stand with build in cooler already loaded with two chilled pony kegs on tap.

After a few moments he knocks again. His back pack still slung over his shoulder.

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Brian Knowles

JTM hears the knocking watching Bishop go up the stairs. He opens and unlocks the door seeing Jason there. He sees Jason didn’t bring a vehicle either.

“Finally someone knows how to knock. Sup Jason. Roll that thing in here and come on in. Here you go.”

He hands him a set of house keys for the door and deadbolt pointing up the stairs.

“Your room is the big one on the right upstairs. You’ll have to do something about your window in your room. You’ll have to share a closet with Bishop. Bathroom for cleaning up. Don’t block the attic access to the roof. Feel free to store what you need up there. He’s busy cluttering up his room as we speak. I can move that keg into the kitchen for ya so you can get settled in. Any questions, roomie?”

Bishop begins unpacking the box he had brought in. Immediately covering the window and hanging several things on the wall. He makes several trips through the house bringing in more boxes.

JTM watches Bishop bring in more boxes wondering if the kitchen sink is in one of them. After Bishop’s fourth trip, he stops him.

“Now when you get done getting your stuff in here, Bishop. Is that vehicle gonna be here permanently or are you taking it elsewhere? I gotta know. My neighbors might view it funny. I doubt anyone would steal it but who knows. I just need my driveway so I can get in and out with my bike for when I have to be somewhere important….understood?”

He waits for Bishop to answer him.

Yep. Gotta train these Caitiffs the ins and outs or they’ll walk all over you, JTM. Not gonna be pleasant if they do.

Bishop stops and looks at JT like he is retarted. He sets down the box and begins picking his teeth. In his best redneck accent replies, "Well ya know, I was ah thinking about parking that there fine piece of machinery in the front yard and showin' it off. Honestly, the is the best oiled machine I've ever owned."

Bishop picks up the box, and looks at JT again like he is retarted. "It will be gone as soon as I am done moving."

JTM quickly glances back mad at Bishop’s fucked up smart-alecky hick accent at him.

“Now look here Bitch-op. Don’t make me whoop your ass worse than Maddelena ever could. I never said I wouldn’t kick your ass if you piss me off now, did I?”

He smiles reaching for his bat.

“If I wanted smart ass comments from the peanut gallery, I would have had Barbie do it, not you!!! That damn farm machine would have been fine with me in the driveway , but now you are gonna take it back, Mr. Green Jeans, to wherever the fuck you got it. Barbie and me have had a lengthy discussion on it , and we both came to the decision that it would clutter up the fucking neighborhood. Now if it aint gone as soon as you are done unpacking, I know of the perfect place for it. (chuckling a bit) A great big junkyard with a car crusher with that fucking thing’s name on it. So the next time you want to go popping off your mouth at me being the comedian you know you’re not, be prepared for my bat to shove your fangs right down your fucking throat. Now get the fucking unpacking done, and get outta my sight.”

He looks over at Barbie hoping Bishop has left his sight. placing his hand on the temple of his head.

“I’m not gonna get any peace and quiet till he learns the rules and begins his fucking training, am I? Dammit, Barbie!!!!! Why did you have to say NO and ruin my night!!!!”

He goes into the kitchen grabbing a beer, parking his ass back on the couch, clicking the TV on hoping to drown the caitiffs out with their noise.

Ahhhhh!!!! There that’s better. Things will go back to normal. Yes oh yes they will.