Thread: Home Sweet Hell (7/12/10 Attn: Any)

Logan pulls up to JTM's place late that morning, less than two hours before dawn. He parks the bike and strides up to the door. Before he's been at the door for a second, he pounds on the door with three resounding beats.

*BAM*
*BAM*
*BAM*

"Open this fucking thing, Mogul. Before I do."

JTM hears a bike pull up. He gets up from the couch waiting to open the door when the pounding begins. He hears Logan shouting from outside. He unlocks the door and quickly opens it staring right at Logan looking somewhat pissed.

“Sup, Momma's boy!!!! What the fuck do YOU want!!!”

Logan starts to take a step inside when JT spouts "mamma's boy". Logan's eyes go thin, and with the power and speed of his blood, he pops JTM in the face with his fist.

Logan sneers. "That's for that Momma shit. Crack off like that again, and we'll fuckin' go for real."

Logan watches JT to see if he returns the punch. Seeing that JT doesn't, he continues.

"You're the last person to be fuckin' pointing fingers at *any* mother-fuckin' body, after pullin' that shit in court."

Logan closes the door behind him and locks it.

"I fucking swear," He starts as he turns around. "you wanna committ 'suicide by archon' ? You do it on your Own fucking time, asshole."

"You saw what he did to Mad Maddy, clear as *I* did, so don't fucking gimme no shit."

"God DAMNIT JT."

Logan goes to lean against the wall.

"The last thing I want is for you to go get Pasted over the fuckin' floor in Bacchus."

He takes off his shades and shakes his head.

"I'm pissed off at that shit as much as anyone is. But I'm not ready to lose *any* part of the Crew."

"If you can't stand Cahill's horsehit anymore, I can't stop you from leavin'."

"But no more of that throwin' yourself into Walker's damn way like that. He decides to make an example out of you, I won't be but an afterthought to him paintin' the floor with your ashes."

His brow furrows deeply and he locks eyes on the other Brujah.

"You *get* me, man?"

JTM doesn’t say a word as he feels the hit on his chin looking pissed at first then gets a more confident look on his face pointing his finger back at Logan.

“Now you’re fucking getting it. About damn time too, and if you ever…and I mean EVER hit me again Logan….I’ll plant your ass, got it. Long as we are on the same page, I ‘m cool with letting this one slide if you are. But if you feel it necessary to throw down, you’ve got my answer. Be prepared for a JTM world of hurt.”

He continues listening to Logan as he sees the fire building up inside of the new Brujah primy impressing JTM somewhat.

“Suicide by Archon? What does Walker have to do with city matters that don’t concern him anyway? Weren’t you listening to him at court? I don’t think you were. Besides the prince asked me that question in the first place. Did you really want me to lie to him and say he’s a really swell guy? Fuck no!!! You and I both know he’s off his goddamn rocker and needs to go back into therapy.”

He watches Logan touch his door locking it clenching his fists somewhat but calms down gradually still focusing on Logan’s ramble that remind him of his at times.

“Walker wasn’t mad at me Logan. He went right after Maddalena. I wonder what she did to piss him off. You ever think about that. No…you fucking didn’t, instead you built this fucking people wall in front of me so I couldn’t see the shit that was going on and made me…. scratch that…make that Fitzy made me…sit in that goddamn chair no matter if I wanted to get up and leave or not.”

JTM looks more pissed at Logan.

“So you’re telling me you aint got my back even when the shit hits the fan. Well. Well. Well. You didn’t think I didn’t see that one coming now did you? You think I’m that fucking stupid. Threatening me with an empty statement like that Logan. At least I stood up and held my ground what’s a matter with you? I see you got a yellow streak running down your back. Growing feathers, losing your balls and going Ba-Gawk Ba-Gawk Ba-Gawk damn you JT, shooting a huge egg out your ass. Now here’s what you are gonna do, Logan No Balls. Why don’t you ask Kalie for your balls back. Think she’s got em in her purse.”

He chuckles a bit getting a very pissed serious look on his face now.

“I gotcha. Loud and clear. But since you are in MY house, you’re gonna turn a fucking 180, unlock that door and GET the FUCK OUT!! We’ll talk later….when…(clenching fists) you’ve…calmed. DOWN!!!”

He points to where Logan needs to head now ready to reach for his bat if necessary.

Logan clenches his teeth and pratically spits as he snaps back.

"Listen to me you fucking *retard*. I *NEVER* said I didn't have your back, goddamnit. But you say Coward again, you fuck, and it'll be the last thing you fucking say with those teeth."

"I said I can't protect you *against* *Walker*. *HE* is faster than either of us, and Stronger, and smarter."

"He's a Fucking Archon, Dumbass. Any Camarilla shit is *his* fuckin' biz."

"If he wants to, he can bust through that door and kill us fucking both and claim it was in defense of the Tower, and who in this town has the pull to say otherwise?"

"Who else will care? Kalie? maybe Em? Maxy is gone. The Brujah are all fuckin' newbs and Neonates swingin' in the wind, waiting to be used. They can't do shit right now but be strong and stupid."

Logan stops for a moment to think... and the rest are all afraid of our numbers now.... He shakes his head and continues.

"Damnit, Mogul, I'm trying to get you NOT DEAD, asshat!"

"If ... if we can keep our crew together long enough to get some Pull behind us..."

"Fuck dude, we could *run* this goddamned town."

"This whole fucking town would be a Brujah town, if we just keep our shit together, and don't get dead wavin' our dicks around."

JTM stands there taking Logan’s pot shots, his grin widening, nodding in approval of Logan’s outburst seen plain as night.

“I’m a fucking retard….look who’s fucking talking…how many months has it been since Kalie popped you out? I don’t think it’s been that long. You lack experience, and you only took the primy spot so Kalie wouldn’t have to. So don’t you fucking preach to me, Logan. I DO know what’s going on whether you believe it or not. You can try and shovel that shit at me as high as you want, but it’s still shit….you and me both know that. The only coward I see within the CREW...…is Kalie HIDING behind YOU. You’re her fucking figurehead and goddamn puppet, Logan. Haven’t you figured that out yet or has your mo…., sorry my bad, I mean sire blinded you from the truth yet again?”

He takes a sip of his beer to calm down a bit.

“Now if you really want to talk about Walker. Yeah. He is that fucking tough. One on one that is, but you put the numbers game on him and you will eventually wear him down. Five on one has a tendency to do that. So some get whacked in the process, then you get more people to fill in the gaps. While he’s wasting his energy on the mob, each one of the five isn’t spending that much. Simple fucking math. Didn’t Kalie teach you that or is that another lesson she conveniently avoided with you all together? ”

He takes another sip chuckling.

“Walker’s turf. As long as you don’t piss in his direction, he won’t fuck with you. He’s Cahill’s crutch if you ask me. I bet Art Morgan wouldn’t approve of it either, if he was fucking here or maybe, just maybe Art Morgan would reassign his ass and probably tell him to get away from Boom Boom too. How ya like them apples? Whatever you do, don’t follow her lazy ass example of being a primy either. Even Miranda would be a better Tori primy than Amanda “Boom Boom” Winters or is her last name Walker now. I lose track of what people’s last names are around here.”

He nods agreeing with Logan on the noobs part.

“We have a lot of new CREW recruits just like you and me were at one time or another, and we both learned how to survive and we need to teach them that first. Know the rules. Know how to fight. Know your role. Get some balls when you have to. Shit like that. Hell Logan, you wanna get fucking technical with me, I taught you that even if Kalie never wanted you to learn it in the first place. She wanted you all to herself making damn sure you were always dependant on her 24/7. We may not have seen eye to eye at first, but eventually WE did. I’d rather be having a Corona with you right now instead of fucking bitching you out. Kalie did this to you, don’t you fucking forget that either.”

He points his finger at him again.

“You are Logan Fivesands, ladies man and guitar player extraordinaire, and overall good guy in my book, NOT Kalie’s version of Logan Fivesands which doesn’t let you do shit unless you check with her first by yanking that leash that’s…YES..it’s still fucking around your neck. Can’t you fucking see it? And you know what’s so damn funny about all this bullshit. You TOLD me to slap you in the face if I thought you were fucking up too, boss. Why are you coming down here and bitching at me so fucking hard when I’m doing EXACTLY what you told me to do in the first place.”

He takes another sip of his beer.

“Logan, we have the pull but you aren’t proving yourself to the CREW that you can do that. You haven’t earned it. Until you do, you’ll NEVER be seen as a leader of the CREW, let alone get their full support. There’s a time for talk and there’s a time for action. You as a leader should know which is the right decision to make and stick with it regardless of the consequences. How many times have I proven myself to the CREW. I’ve lost fucking count, but I know I’ve had all the CREW’s backs when the shit hit the fan and took their lumps for it to keep em out of trouble. Do you REALLY know what your job is now, Logan? Don’t go running to Kalie for the answer or ask me for that matter, you should already know and be able to tell me. Deep down inside of you...YOU know the answer. You wanna take this elsewhere, fine by me, but you are NOT, I repeat NOT, doing it here in my house…got it. The CREW can get their shit together and run this town if you weren’t such a whiny ass pussy and fucking LEAD them. You're the boss now, but you haven’t proven jack shit to me either. Chew on that and you tell me Logan…who’s the fucking RETARD now?”

He finishes off his beer holding the empty bottle in his hand.

Logan frowns listening. JTM's rant bouncing around in his head.

JHe just doesn't fucking get it. Maybe it's my fault, he needs that fight to clear his head...

Logan stayed quiet and listened to the Ancilla go off, insulting him, but trying to make a point in all this.

The CREW can get their shit together and run this town if you weren’t such a whiny ass pussy and fucking LEAD them.

Logan's eyes pop open and he stands up straight. He grits his teeth, grinding them slightly as he walks over to JTM.

"You got some balls calling the guy that dealt with your crazy, whining cunt after Lydia fucking nut bombed you, a pussy. That's some piss short fucking memory, huhn?"

"I came here to save your Ass. But I guess you got no fucking gratitude either."

"Here's the thing. I hear you sitting here bitching about how I'm doing my job."

"Fuck." He enunciates the word sharply.

"You."

"You want Primogen back? You can try to *take* it. You had your shot and you fucked every ally we had, in the ass, twice. After, that is, practically grovelling to the Malks constantly. You think I'm gonna hand it back to you, you are Seriously fucking mistaken."

"There's a meeting at Purgatory, in an Hour."

Logan starts to turn and then stops.

"Oh yeah, a couple more things..."

"ONE." He holds up a finger.

"I know who I saw nut up for Brazil. It wasn't YOU. You don't get to use the word COWARD again in my presence without earning a beating."

"TWO."

"You talk about leashes but you cart fucking Barbie dolls with you around town and get pissed when the Malks jack you because of it? Fuck and That. You use the word Leash around me again and I'll rip your fucking pecker off and wrap it around your neck like a collar."

"And most importantly... listen close to this one, JT."

"You. Are Not. The Boss. You don't get to decide who *dies* because *YOU* want to fucking play cowboy."

"The next time you do something stupid that even has the Chance of getting another brujah screwed, I'll beat you into torpor myself."

Logan turns on his heels, unlocks the door and leaves.

JTM breaks the empty beer bottle in his hand shaking the glass out of his hand to dirty up his floor after Logan leaves with his pathetic warning. He slams the door locking it back up.

“That fucking piece of shit. Who the fuck does he think he is. Fucking leashed coward. Dammit!!! He just doesn’t fucking get it. What do I have to do to get him to think straight? Hmmmmm….”

JTM chuckles looking over at Barbie.

“See I tried telling you he doesn’t fucking love you. Now do you believe me? Hell if I were you Barbie, next time I see him I’d fucking bitch slap him. Rear that hand back and knock him on his ass. Don’t kick him down below. He wouldn’t fall. He has no balls.”

He thinks abit pacing across his clean carpet.

“Besides he’s the fucker that crashed my bike that night. He didn’t even have the guts to tell me he fucking wrecked it. He thinks he’s the BOSS now. (chuckling looking at the Barbies). He can say he has the title, but can he back it. I don’t think so, and I’m sure the rest of the CREW knows it too. A shit storm is coming his way, and he aint ready for it either. Now what do you think I should Barbie, let him fall on his overinflated primy ass or take the primy spot back away from him and save the CREW yet again?”

He rubs his chin thinking more going to the fridge to get another beer.

“Apparently he didn’t get the memo that I fucking fixed everything. Of course he’d know that if he wasn’t trying to impress people instead of ignoring the CREW like he did at Purgatory Saturday night. He tells us to wait for him there and many of us waited for him, and he never showed. The new ones were getting so damn impatient. I can only keep em under control for so long. At least they didn’t wreck the bar, but maybe next time, I won’t stop em.”

He walks over to his couch sitting down relaxing.

“Wait till he finds out the civil war roamed into Purgatory. I wish that damn cannonball had wrecked the fucking bar too. He’s the one that turned his back on the new CREW who were ready to do anything he asked, but since he didn’t…they came to me and I fucking had to handle that goddamn mess. Screw that, Barbie!!! Next time its Logan’s problem, just dump it all on him so he can do his new primy BOSS job like he’s supposed to. I aint babysitting anybody anymore for him. They are his responsibility, NOT MINE. Sometimes it better to not be the BOSS, aint that right Barbie?”

He clicks on the TV watching videos to calm him down deciding whether he’s going to that Brujah meeting or not.