Thread: Visit to the Pit - (Attn JTM)

JTM hears the knocking from his bedroom. He reaches over and smacks the alarm clock in a groggy state.

“It’s too damn early. Can’t I get any sleep here.”

The knocking happens again. JTM reaches over realizing that its his door, NOT the alarm clock. He slowly stirs getting out of bed passing by his fridge and his nightly beer routine slowly walking to the door.

“Hold your Cahills. I’m coming.”

He works his way to the door opening it looking somewhat tired and pissed at….

“Sup (stretching) Pius. (look of confusion at NO beer in his hands) Did we uh have a meeting planned tonight? Barbie never mentioned it to me. But since you’re here…uhhhhhh…come on in. I guess.”

He motions him into his place a little too tired to complain about the JTM fouls he's committed already scratching his head somewhat.

"Sorry if I am troubling you, JTM. I could come back later?"

Looks to him and then walks in. As he sits he pulls out his cigar case and offers him one.

"Would you like one? No meeting today so Barbie is all good. I just stopped by since I have not talk to you in a while. I wanted to see how you are doing and what is up?"

JTM shakes his head NO to him.

“You came all this way down here Pius, so it must be something important you want or need to tell me. Yeah actually I do.”

He takes a cigar.

“Thanks. I needed that. Haven’t been able relax let alone deal with the nightmares running through my head lately. Anger issues. Personal demons. Shit like that, no offense meant man.”

He motions him to the used butt printed comfy couch locking the door behind him if he enters. He walks to the fridge scratching his head.

“Let’s see…where to fucking begin (opening fridge). I gave up primy spot thinking someone else would be a (clinking bottles around) better leader.”

He shuts the fridge door walking to living room sitting down on the coffee table with a cold one.

“Boy, was I so wrong.”

He takes a sip of his beer.

“But I’d rather not lose my cool around you either. Primy, Bitch, Kalie, just like Logan, are 5 letter words in my book right now. The CREW is somewhat split and splintered because of it. We need some fucking super glue and duct tape to put it all together. Fuck!!! I really don’t know what went way SOUTH to cause it. I honestly thought I was doing the RIGHT thing for a change, but lately FIXING shit is all I seem to be doing lately. Some of it, I didn’t break in the first place. Guess that’s what bugging me the most. I’m TORN on whether I want to FIX it or just let em SINK this time.”

He looks at him somewhat in deep thought.

“Pius, you ever wake up one night and see your CREW in a completely different light in your eyes going what the fuck just happened?”

He scratches his head snapping somewhat more coherent with him.

Pius hands JTM the cutter and the matches.

"I can understand my friend. These evening have been hard on us all, but stay focused. The good books says, Whoever is slow to anger has great understanding, but he who has a hasty temper exalts folly."

Pius nods and listens, "I mean no offense for what I am about to say. Your family is quick to lose control so it is one reason that at times you all seem to be at odds with each. You are all strong minded and willed Kindred and at times thick skulled."

JTM cuts and lights one up handing the cutters and matches back to him.

“Thanks again. What good book are you reading? Did Kalie give it to you to read or copy? (chuckling) I can control my anger, can the city control the stupidity in it is what you should be asking. I don’t fucking think so.”

He takes a drink of his beer.

“None taken, Pius. At this time, the CREW lacks GOOD STRONG leadership. Logan hasn’t even managed to crawl out of the goddamn baby crib in Kalie’s fucking nursery. SHE won’t let him. I fucking knew this shit was gonna happen. Am I to blame for all the CREW and city chaos lately? Fuck no!!!! I’m just not doing as much for other people nowadays, I’m getting so damn sick of shit falling on me now. You get what I’m saying, Pius?”

Pius smiles at the book comment, "No, I speak of the Bible, JTM."

HE nods, "Well, Logan will learn to grow on his own one day. There needs to be a challange and the chance for him to stand up and lead. I think that when the time comes he will make his fellow Brujah proud. I understand what you mean about it coming down on you. You are a powerful personality and you have a natural ability to lead, even though some belive that you are a little crazy but I think that is what draws kindred to you. You have shown that you are able to get the things done that need to be done."

“That damn Bible has caused me nothing but trouble, pain, and sorrow Pius. I lost my nun friend plus Father Viktor (Lore's character) hitting me with it all the time. That thing stings too. I just can’t deal with the church shit now.”

He shakes his head taking a sip.

“Logan will once he cuts the momma Kalie strings and actually leaves the nest. He hasn’t shown it so far to the CREW if you ask me. Thinking about himself and shit. Thanks for the compliment I guess Pius. I don’t care what the city thinks of me. My rep on cleaning up shit should speak for itself. I do what I do best and that’s it.”

He chuckles a bit.

“And I know if shit hits the fan, the next time that damn cell or my fucking door will be overloaded with them ALL wanting shit from me. I get em a great Brazil shipment. Did I get anything worthwhile in return? Hell no. Fuckers kept calling me a coward because of it. I don’t need that shit. Why do I need the fucking headache? Can the city survive on its own if I just fucking packed up and left? I bet it wouldn’t if I did, but it seems they want to push me that way out the door and the city every damn night. Maybe I SHOULD LEAVE and give them a goddamn wake up call.”

He takes a sip of his beer.

“I just can’t go right now, some biz deals in the works and other things that need my attention, just what I need more fucking shit to deal with. This damn city will fucking keep me here no matter what I say or do. Ask Cahill sometime, if you don’t believe me.”

JTM wonders why he even bothers shaking his head at Pius.

With a quesioning look on his face, "What does leaving the city do for you, JTM? You seem to care to much to leave. You have said that you do all of these things and get nothing in return? Are you should that the reward is nothing something internal for you? A sense of being part of something bigger then yourself. Something that you are helping to grow and thrive in a time where things are going to waste and rotting quickly."

looks at his cigars

"Is it your Pride that makes you say that JTM? When pride comes, then comes disgrace, but with the humble is wisdom. You don't seem like a person that would run from a challange, I don't think that is your personality, my friend. You are at a fork in the road. Do you recalm leadership of the Clan or do you before a solid backer of Logan and work things out. The fight could fracture the clan more, where you two coming together could start the formation of a solid structure."

looks to see what he thinks

“Leaving the city gives me my freedom back and peace of mind, Pius. Simple as that. No fucking strings to tie me down or rules to enforce. I have maintained rule #1, but others in this city…....oh my mother fucking god. Do they let any stupid dumbshit vamp in here? I think Cahill needs to brand em STUPID period just like his goddamn horse so they don’t forget they are.”

He chuckles and shakes his head at him.

“I actually did at one time care for this city and busted my ass fixing things, but lately all my efforts well just aint worth it, Pius. Pfft. Bigger than myself. I go for respect and reputation. Screw that status shit. I may have earned some of that, but all that noise is…is fucking fluff to keep other people down in the ranks. Some hide behind fake titles they haven’t even earned or show that they have the backing to support what they do.”

He clenches his beer bottle tightly taking a sip, his anger showing.

“Look at fucking Amanda “Boom Boom” Winters or Logan Fivesands for the best examples of what I’m saying. What have they done to claim the primy titles they say they have. Nothing. Abso-fucking-lutely nothing. Hell Ash had to yell and coach her last time to do her fucking primy shit. that was so cool too."

He takes another sip.

"When I was CREW primy, shit got done and the CREW got their props. I kept their goddamn noses clean, made them toe the line or I’d kick their ass, even if I had to take some heavy hits in the process. Well when I stepped down, I thought I left it in good hands, man what the fuck was I thinking? I knew he couldn’t do it.”

He points at Pius.

“This city will fall apart with or without me regardless. Look at us, we got one crazy dipshit off his motherfucking rocker leader. So what does that say about us let alone the city? You fucking tell me Pius.”

He stares back at him definitely pissed now.

“My code, my heart, and my willingness to go through shit others won’t. That’s me….100 percent goddamn JTM. Pride had NOTHING to do with it. I didn’t have it easy as most do here. I learned my lessons the hard way. I know I aint afraid of anything that comes my way, but if I don’t play by their restrictive tradition rules system…..I’d be fucking ash right now period. So I deal and let it slide and that shit builds up in me over time. Hell I’ve dealt with it for over a year now, and I’m no better off than when I first got here. All my shit I have now, I fucking earned it by busting my ass and making a name for myself in the process. So don’t go spewing off to me, Pius, that you know who the fuck I am….you hear me. Logan and me are gonna come to a head one of these nights and I hope he has his medical paid up in full. His ass is gonna kicked JTM-style. I can just feel it…can’t you?”

He chuckles releasing his grip on the bottle.

“You don’t get it at all Pius. Your blood aint the same as mine. You don’t have my code. So I’ll let that one slide. I’d maybe back Logan, (pauses) the night HELL FREEZES OVER. He’s too fucking weak if you ask me and the CREW and the whole damn city has sunk there hooks in him so much. Yanking him around like a goddamn puppet. They never tried that shit with me. Spinning him around like a goddamn top. I know I wouldn’t let em do that to me. I thought the non-primy break would be great for me….less stress and possibly a JTM vacation, but this Logan bashing and snickering shit made me think, maybe the city’s got it right for a change. He is what they say he is. Loser, momma’s boy, can’t get his lips of Kalie’s tits, you name it. Now you kick in status and ranks, and he is low man on the totem pole then. So he’s doubly fucked now.”

He takes a drink chuckling afterwards.

“I liked comparing Kalie and Logan to Bert and Ernie on Sesame Street. (chuckling). That’s the only one that was all me. It calmed me down real quick too, but I aint letting my guard down in this city either. That tie Kalie and Logan have needs to be so severed badly if you ask me. Shit said to anyone lately can get you in a heap of trouble if you talk to the wrong person. Frankly I don’t give a fuck who I tell what to. Hell everyone has their secrets. Some are just better at keeping em, (chuckling) like me and you. Here's to the fucking shit we deal with every night. Cheers, Pius man.”

He holds up his bottle to him.