Thread: Homecoming With Flashbacks (8/10/2009 ATTN: Anyone)

Written by Bob

Otto comes, his new cell phone full of messages, but this one posed the most interest to him. It is easy to find hope in a world of plenty, but that hope is shallow and easy, no less plenty exsists now and a side benefit of this grey time is the distillation of hope. Less of it to be had to be sure, but back in the day, isn't that want made drinking fun, now Hope is the new moonshine, and Otto just had to find a way to bootleg it.

But the thoughts are of this moment, he was called and now he came. The glee...and it really was that, in JTM's eyes when the new arrival was explaining the prospect of his new home...well...when you can find non violent Glee in a man who seems to thrive on it... it is infectious. Otto's step was just a little lighter today, and he take in the slums, their is an ugliness here, but so is such of the world these days, but also hope.....small hopes, but distilled and tempered hopes...hopes that really could someday bring a better life.

Ah....the house. Otto approaches the door and knocks.

Written by Moose

JT snaps back into reality wondering who’s at his front door. He gets up from the couch wiping the dust off his ass, approaches the door, and opens it. He looks at Otto refraining from calling him, Amish, Coolio or Michael Jackson for that matter.

“Hey Otto, sup man!!! Come on in. Welcome to my new digs, Don’t mind the smell. It came with building. Pull up a seat. Make yourself at home, dude.”

He points to the couch that now has a lovely JT butt print on it. He then goes to the fridge.

“You want a beer, burger, or maybe some food more to your liking? They’re in the garage snacking on a burger, watching my bike. Help yourself. I don’t think they’d mind either. Just do me a favor and don’t touch my bike k.”

He comes back to the living room with a beer, sitting down on the table hearing it creak a bit hearing gunshots loudly outside.

“So what do you think? Well worth the favors I did for the anarchs right?? I thought so.”


“So what brings you to this neck of the woods, Otto? Couldn’t get enough of my antics at the titty bar could ya?”

He smiles evilly back at Otto.

Written by bob

Otto smiles, looks around the room and feels fairly at ease “Nice place, I’m not hungry currently, but thank you for the offer. And to answer your question… You are an entertaining fella, no doubt about it”. As he takes in the location you notice he is carrying a bottle hidden by a paper bag.

He waits for JTM to get back to the room. “I wasn’t sure if you were a whisky man, but I enjoy this on special occasions” Otto hands you the brown paper bag. My assistant said it was always appropriate to bring a house warming gift” he smiles “Not for mortal consumption and I recommend you use it within a month.” ((Giving JTM access to One dot of Herd for next game, pending ST approval))

Otto smiles as he takes in the gun shot holes “I See it is just what you were looking for”

When you look in the bag, you see it is a bottle of Johnny Walker with a blue label. It is filled with mortal blood flavored heavily with alchohol.

Written by Moose

“Sweet!!!! Thanks dude. Got the perfect safe place for it.”

He takes the bottle and walks out to the garage, opens up a saddlebag and places it in there, looking down at the two rats still getting their fill on the burger and Styrofoam.

“Now look here you two, goddammit Sabre and Cross. What did I tell you about making a mess on my floor. Now finishing eating that shit. We got guests. I aint got time to babysit you k.”

He closes the saddlebag seeing that the rats haven’t touched his bike too. He walks back into the main room sitting his butt back down on the creaky table.

“Sorry about that Otto. Had to deal with two rats. You ever have that problem?”

Written by Bob

Otto smiles "I often deal with rats, they are good fellas, as far as that goes..... I'm sorry I can't stay long though...I just wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood. I'll be busy for the next few days, but if you plan to do anything... entertaining, let me know, I'd find it amusing to tag along."

Written by DeAnna

(( Fine by me. ))

Written by Luke Hentges

JT and Otto will hear the well tuned engine of a car pull up, JT will recognize the throb of the engine as Stans mustang. The car stops but keeps running, a couple of doors close and a loud thump is heard by the front door of the house.
When JT opens the door he will see Stan getting back into the drivers seat waving at him as he drives off. Their is a very large package wraped in butcher paper next to the door. JT will get a text message "Figured you might need one of these some time". (OOC: Yes Moose Stan just Dilivered 'the' floor buffer to you)

Written by Moose

“That’s cool man. Door’s always open to you should you ever need it. Might stop by the titty bar and talk to Eddie about more biz. See what shakes out from the underbelly of this city too. Might to go some of the places around town to fix up the place too. Add that JT feel too. You gotta always have fucking furniture. You know, cheap breakables.”

He then hears a familiar car pull up.

“Oh shit!!!!!”

He quickly gets up and checks the blinds seeing a familiar face in his car through the somewhat dirty window.

“Uh, Otto, dude…..the real fucking prince is here. Shit!!!! Shit!!! Shit!!!!”

He paces by the window, then goes to the door opening it, seeing a noticeable memorable package that he wished Stan had left back in the city where it once was. He then turns to Otto.

“Otto, get your ass up and let the prince have your seat. Oh fuck, I don’t think that thing’s gonna fit through here. Shit!!!! ”

Before he can get to Stan, he pulls out of the driveway, the package just sitting there.

“Shit!!!! Now where the fuck’s he going.”

He rushes to open the garage door ignoring the loud noise it makes. He stares at the package, not happy about it at all opening it slowly, seeing the floor buffer inside.

“Oh sweet Jesus!!! That fucking prick!!! Waving at me smiling when he knows I hate that fucking thing!!! Malks and their goddamn pranks mixed in with ring around the rosie, what has this world come to? Although I did have the cleanest, polished, buffed face in that city that night too. I’ll never forget that either.”

He goes to the package and lifts it easily into the garage away from the rats and his bike, slamming it down hard on the floor. The rats dive for cover in the half eaten Styrofoam box. He then walks back into his place.

“Sorry about that Otto....and before you start opening your mouth…don’t even fucking ask k. You have any clue where the fuck Stan’s been anyway? He’d better have not been gone just to bring that goddamn thing back to me.”

JT looks more pissed now, sitting back down on the creaky table