Thread: Dude, Where's My Car? (Corin, Any that attended Fishburn's Open House)

She gets the text from JTM and throws a quick text back to him. "Thanks omw, won't disturb you further." She makes her way to there, finds her escape, and drives off.

Corin texts Ash

<T> I see you now...wanted to make sure everything was okay. <T>

She then texts Lydia.

<T> Looks like everything is okay here. Your car is in front of JTM's. I will stay here until you pick it up. <T>

She then turns to Domino.

"Well...guess that takes care of that. I just hope Ash did something to see who might have taken his car."

She pulls into JTM's driveway and gets out of her car and sits on the trunk of it waiting for Lydia to arrive.

Sending a text to Corin <Thanks for the help> texting Ash <Got my car, no scenes>

Getting in she drives away.

When she see's Lydia get her car she moves to JTM's front door and knocks.

Domino watches the area from inside the car. He was happy to know the windows on the car were blacked out so people couldn't watch him. When he sees Lydia drive off and Corin walk up to JTM's door he lays down flat in the seat. He wanted to be extra careful to make sure nobody sees him *obfuscate*. Domino then carefully slides out the sunroof and finds a dark spot close by to hide and watch the area.

JTM hears a car pull up in his driveway.

“What the fuck is going on out there now!!! Godammit people!!”

He moves to the clean window peering out to see Corin’s ass planted on the trunk of her car. He then sees Lydia’s car leave chuckling

“Guess what, jokes on you this time, Lydia. (laughing) Oh crap!!! Here comes Corin walking this way. Hey Barbie didn’t tell her I didn’t want to be bothered. Say what? What do you mean I didn’t say that to her. Is this another females stick together thing? Fine. I’ll see what she wants.”

He walks over to his door waiting for the knock before unlocking it, opening it somewhat angered.

“What do you want this time, Corin? It had better be important. I aint got much time before my other company shows….you get what I’m saying. You might want to move your car. It’s blocking the driveway for them to get here. No hurry. I’ll wait.”

He motions her to do that first blocking the doorway preventing her entrance in.

Corin stands there and looks at JTM with a raised eyebrow.

"First you tell me to come, now you're telling me to leave...I think you PMS more than any woman I've ever known...mood swings and all."

She shakes her head

"I don't want in your house JTM. I just wanted to see if you by any chance know who would have parked all these cars in front of your house. But if you don't want to talk then fine...when everyone starts to make accusations don't look to me for help."

She starts to walk back to her car.

JTM looks at her a lil pissed.

“Whoa now Corin. Hold your Cahills.You completely misunderstood me again. I would have said get the fuck out my driveway too!!! With that oomph and authority if I wanted you leave and slam the door on ya.,but I didn’t say or do that. I said come over here to get your vehicles out of my area. They get chop shopped or towed, that aint my fucking prob. I know I didn’t do this no matter how much I can’t stop laughing about it.

JTM clutches his chin milling it over. (be sure to read this fully this time)

“Let’s see here. Someone is trying to get me in trouble by yanking other people’s chains. Hmmmm….now think about that I’ll wait for your brain and attention to focus on what I’m saying and I’m NOT repeating this shit either. “

He relaxes his stance to her.

“First off people have been yanking people everywhere manipulating everyone like pawns like you are RIGHT now. They tell you a tidbit of info, just enough to get you to bite and run with it. Now look what you did. You did exactly what they wanted you to do. You were played Corin, simple as that. Same with Domino if he’s in there.”

He pulls out a beer now hoping this sinks into her this time.

“They try to do that to me with my passions, conviction and my code I have, but I nix the strings and make my own moves on this chess or checkerboard period no matter how hard they really want to piss me off and make that ONE fucking mistake. Waiting for what’s the word (snap snap snap) CHECKMATE. I think that’s it. I just don’t leap first without looking. That’ll get you killed or walk you right into an ambush. I’d rather wait and make them come to me, not send some pawns to muck it up and piss me off. They just love seeing me unstable as they have said to me in the past. So I don’t do what they expect. Least I try not to.”

He takes a sip continuing.

“Now if I was to look at who would want to do this. Let’s examine the facts.(puts his finger up to her) Hold that thought.”

He leaves his doorway grabbing a pen and piece of paper, and a phone book to write on coming back to his door tossing it to her.

“Here. Catch. Now jot this shit down k.”

He waits to see how agile she is.

“Look at the people in this fucked up city. What was the first suspect you thought of anyway? Their motivations? I bet it was the wrong one if someone else suggested it to you. Common street sense even knows that. I have many enemies in this city, so being prepared is my main priority. They know I’ll take the heat, wait and NOT rush into their traps either. If I think there might be a problem. I don’t go it alone either period, but if SHIT happens. I have my brain, tricks, surprises, and combat skills to rely on. Keep em guessing you know what I mean. (chuckling).They never know what I have or getting next. They never come down this way. My cushion from them, battle plans that only I know of and keep it that way.”

He takes a sip.

“Ok Barbie. Shit!! I’ll answer her. I was on a roll. Now you want the WHO WHAT WHERE WHEN WHY and HOW of it all Corin. Here it is. These are my best guesses mind you. Spread this will ya to everyone, but make sure you now who would turn on you too. The people doing this shit need to be stopped. Nipped in the bud period. It drags down the city and makes it easier for Malcolm to strike. You ever think about that? I know I have. Piss poor leadership if you ask me and it aint Cahill doing it at all.

WHO One. It could be the anarchs in this city, its what they do to fuck with the muckity mucks in positon of power and their subordinates flashing them the bird hoping they have CAM-eras to take a picture you know what I'm saying (nudging his head to his nosy neighbors) and me sometimes, but people know I don’t care what they do either. I just keep em in line the best they can so if someone did fuck with me or them, they’d probably retaliate like this Fishburn’s place wasn’t too far from their junkyard either. Think about that. It was his shindig after all. How much do you know let alone trust with him?

Two. The crazy fuckers from the Asylum. They just love pranks like this and watching me jump through hoops. Well did I? No, but you did. Aint if funny that Ash and Lydia were the first to get here besides you. Trying to set me up with checking the cars out and “get caught”, but did I? No. It’s their shit to deal with, not mine. Let em blame me . They have no proof whatsoever unless they stack the deck and lie anyways. Wouldn’t put it past them to do that either. Disgrace me royally. (chuckling) When did I ever care about being promoted. This is what they gave me and now they want it back. Fine. Take it.

Three. Malcolm. I personally think that’s a fucking smokescreen. Malcolm does it the killing way. Not his M O either. So somebody saying that is lying to you to get you in trouble right where they want you to be. Running around like a chicken (chuckling) with their head cut off.

Four. It could be someone with enough pull in certain areas to do all this unscathed. Maybe you should see who tapped what to do this, and maybe just maybe the answer will be more clearer to you if they used it this way. They had better have people covering it up, but I don’t think they have thought that far ahead. Someone like Walker, the Don, hell even Calhoun or Cahill.

He takes a sip continuing.

"But I suspect someone’s got Cahill wrapped up tightly around their fingers. Cahill’s mannerisms give that away like a puppet. His actions remind me of an earlier SCREAMING prince just like I was told what Cahill did. Correct me if I’m wrong on that k. I wasn’t there…so I don’t want a false thing come out of that If he did then I bet that one is TRUE too The people who don’t let him out of his sight, now you know what I’m saying without naming any names outright. I don’t have time for the PMS either…follow me now.

He takes another sip.

“Anyone with that much pull and clout could pull something like this off or have a group of anti-JTM haters wanting me in trouble or to get me killed. So let them. I haven’t seen anything bad come from this but people pissed pointing fingers. I’d like to break them off and shove it back in their face.”


WHAT vehicles got stolen because NOBODY was watching them in the Pit nonetheless.(chuckling). All of you should have known better. Maybe your host had that in mind too. Who knows?


WHERE at a place few have been to with a host who doesn’t get out much from what I hear. I don;’t talk to Fishburn anyways. He just doesn’t peak my interest like Alexis Benson does you know. It’s all in the way you sell it to others you know. Look at the way I deal biz with people. Same principle.

He takes another sip geeting close to finish it.off.

WHEN when they had the perfect opportunity to do it. Hell have everyone gather somewhere inside, then steal from the outside when no one’s looking. . One of the oldest street robbing ways to do it. Fake you out by you going one way and they take it from you the other way you weren’t looking. Misdirection you know. Well guess what. I could sell you a bridge if you’re interested sometime. (chuckling) Cheap too.


WHY to make me look guilty like I took them. You know I didn’t. Why would I? I can get my own vehicles. I don’t need theirs. (chuckling) Besides my code and the streets way says you never touch another person’s ride with out asking permission first period.


HOW major power play influencing many things for this many vehicles. This wasn’t a minor deal. Street to get here safely or mass enough people to do it in one fail swoop. Anarch way there. Transportation for tow trucks I bet or no police interference for safe passage here. So far I haven’t seen any po-po so someone’s keeping em away, cause I’d gladly turn myself in so they’d have to scramble to get me out or ruffle up the CREW abit to fix it like I have for many in the past. Hell Fitzy should have given me the heads up on that too. She usually does. Was she at this little Fishburn thing? Think about that. I’m NOT playing their game the way they want me too. Neither should you Corin. Make them spend their wad, then when they are at their weakest strike em when they least expect it. Seems practical and smart, don’t ya think. Now do I need to continue with this really stupid discussion?

He finshes off his beer.

“Now hopefully this is all written down and sunk it. You get gossip on me without confirming it again and invite yourself over on a whim next time Think before calling me k. I do know what’s going on out in the city and it’s dark streets. So you can keep that phone book, pen and paper, and now you can…. This time I mean it. I’m not having another discussion over the rules in my house and proper manners. You’ll get hung up on or possibly this too. Bye Corin.”

He looks outside noticing the calmness for the right moment.

“NOW GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY DRIVEWAY!!!”

He slams the door on her hoping she leaves now. He grabs another beer sitting in his couch looking at Barbie.

“Yep that’s gotta be it Barbie. You’re absolutely fucking right. The Gangrel have been hit with Kendov’s disease. Thank god I can’t get that stupid gene from them, but MAN!!! They really need to look into a cure for that too. It’s still spreading and deteriorating them. Hopefully Mackenzie hasn’t got that STD from Kendov. (chuckling). Hate to taking to a drooling one too. Wait!! that's AJ. Nevermind. (chuckling)

Corin just stands and listens to his tantrum, making the mental memory of the conversation. When he slams the door she drops his pen and paper on his doorstep, turns and walks to her car, gets in and looks over to the passenger side. When she notices the seat she shakes her head, pulls the car out of the driveway and parks the car on the street.

She waits for any sign from Domino on whether she should leave or stay.