Rude Awakenings (10/22/09 Attn: Otto, Kharma, Saboth and anyone else)

♦*Moose* · 10-22-2009, 02:13 PM

(OOC: read the blog pt1 to understand)

JTM wakes from his slumber tonight, thoroughly pissed, clenching his fists down hard on the bed, slamming them with each phrase uttered.

“I’ll get up!!!! I’ll get up!!! Watch me get up!!!! You hear me you fucking bitch!!!! I’ll get up Seline!!! You can count on that!!!!”

He staggers awake, noticing he’s not in California anymore, realizing he has WAY overslept this time wondering if Barbie was manning the door, while he was dropping things off before passing out in the first place. He madly strolls into the kitchen, opening the door of the fridge and pulling out 2 cold ones.

He notices nothing out of place except maybe the filth of not unpacking as he should have. His suitcase still was on his bike last time he checked. He moves into the living room where his TV has seen better days, at least from the rave standpoint. He sees Barbie still sitting there, but her outfit has changed to a cheerleader with pom poms.

“What the fuck!!!! Did I miss a football game? What is up with that shit, Barbie!!!! You got another bear suitor…is he a football player? Fuck!!!! That’s it!!! No more crack coke for you. Here…try this shit, put some hair on your chest. Definitely impress him too.”

He slides the coke away from her completely. He sets down a beer next to her and then places one beer on the table as well. He admires the comfy couch from a distance, poetry in motion as it soothes him yet again. He cracks open the other beer. He grabs the remote and sits down on the couch relaxing as he clicks on the TV.

Finally some peace and quiet for a change. About damn time too.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dHpm56lNn_o

He sloshes the beer from his lips watching the TV scream at him, somewhat confused as if the “mist” has finally gathered him in this time.

“What the fuck!!!! This can’t be happening again!!!! Preach on mother fucker!!!!! You got that right pal!!!! Change or die in fucking Lamar!!!! Hell yeah!!!!”

He swears he catches a glimpse of some anarchs on the screen He smiles to the good old nights where things were much simpler. The rhythm and beats of his bar life coming into full focus. Shit that he fully understands, his code and creed unquestioned. The hypnotic battle call pushes his beast back to the surface. He clenches his fists at the screen, an uneasy wave of anger protrudes forth. The couch’s soothing effect fighting against his beast’s control fully.

“That’s what I need to do, get this shit fixed, right here, right fucking now!!!! Shake those pom poms Barbie. Jiggle those wonder titties unlike Kharma…shit hers were getting pounded to the ground last time I checked.”

He laughs at his joke wondering when Barbie will cheer for him.

“Speaking of which, I need to clean that fucking bat off. Too much blood, fur, roses and fucking thorns on it. Damn Cross contamination!!!”

He waits a couple seconds.

“Well what are you waiting for, go get me the polish Barbie, dammit!!! Don’t just sit there!!!”

Barbie still doesn’t move from that spot.

“Fine, I’ll fucking get it. Goddamn lazy bitch!!!”

He gets up from the couch and its pull letting the beast win over ass he walks away, staring straight at Barbie.

“No no no!!! It’s too late now. Don’t even fucking bother!!!”

He walks to the garage and his bike, along with Otto’s clunker car, noticing his place is now more cramped with shit instead of being empty.

“Goddamit Otto!!! You haven’t got this piece of shit yet!!!! Mother fucker!!! Probably showing off his new sports “package” I bet. Guys and their tools.”

He gets the polish and a rag from his saddlebag on the bike. He works his way back into the living room, sitting back down on the comfy couch, taking the “Cross tainted” bat out and pouring polish onto it, grabbing the rag and slowly watching the filth, blood and other remnants wipe completely away with each stroke. He checks the bat from time to time, hitting it in his palm. His angered beast surfacing more and more.

“Fuck it!!! We just kill or torp the ones we don’t like and let the city sort em out. No harm, no foul on the ones that keep giving me headaches…and excessive cell usage.”

He points the bat sternly at her.

“And you’re next if you give me any fucking lip, you got that!!!!”

He finishes polishing the bat, and then puts it away. He sits on the couch trying to calm down, but to no avail. He picks up his cell phone looking over his contact list of people, still pissed.

“Nope…nope….nope…Ah ha!!!!”

He starts to dial a number then rethinks that, and cuts it off before hitting the TALK button..

“Fuck it!!!! They never call me, unless they need something…..let them jump through hoops this time.”

(texting Otto)

“Hey Otto!!!! JTM here, you need to get your piece of shit car out of my fucking garage right fucking now!!!! I’ve got a bike now. Deal’s a deal, you said to let you know. So get your happy ass over here and claim it…..that is all!!!!”

He admires his typing handiwork, just checking the ticks of the clock seeing if he shows up post haste.

“Hmmm…who’s next? How long has it been anyway? Dammit Barbie weren’t you taking fucking notes!!!! You were supposed to be doing that dammit, not fucking around with headless bear fur!!!!! Tell you what… when I get some real fur here, you can have at it k. Deal!!!”

Barbie still doesn’t move from that spot.

“That’s what I thought…speaking of fur….”

(texting Kharma) “Hey lady wonder titties, make that wonder titties, you weren’t no lady last time I saw ya. Lol. You need to get your ass over to my place post haste. We’ve got a score to settle you and I, and I’m not taking NO for an answer!!!! You owe me and you know it!!!! Don’t make me come for you either. You won’t like getting pounded to the ground again if I have to!!!”

He smiles evilly, just happy in the fact the message was delivered. He slumps back down further in the comfy couch, his beast gradually losing its sway. He cracks his knuckles and slams his fists together, thinking his next best course of action. Time ticks away and still nothing comes to his mind, and Barbie is still no help.

“Ah ha!!!!” (ding of the light bulb)

(texting Saboth)

“Hey Saboth, guess what time it is!!!! Time for round 2. You know what to do. Meet me here.”

He then smiles evilly towards Barbie as he sends that text.

“There….that’s much better.” (more evil uncontrollable laughter, something that he’s never done before, like a man possessed and suddenly snapped.)

He falls to the sway of the comfy couch calming him down rapidly too.

“Shit!!!! Probably the only person in this city I aint pissed at, is the goddamn scream-eschal for actually cussing at me first for a change. I turn around telling people to watch their language around her . and then she fucking does that….TO ME of all people. Maddelena has more class now in my book. Bitch fucking deserves it too!!!! All the shit she’s been through, I can fucking relate.”

He looks back at Barbie and for some reason hadn’t noticed two notes that were apparently there the whole time.

“What the fuck!!!! Are you holding out on me!!!!”

He grabs the first note, looking confused at it, turning it left to right to make sense of it.

“Ooo…swords, shields, crest, falcons, flames, kick ass!!!! Hmmmmm…warehouse, Anno Domini. Dammit. I wish vamps in this city would learn to speak fucking English. And what’s with this C is for Cookie bullshit!!!! Ok I’ll get there, mark that down Barbie.”

He reaches for the second note. He looks at this one with a happy smile cause it is in plain English.

“Good intentions…hmmmm…wonder if that’s me. Formal….fuck!!!! Press the damn tie, and fix the trenchcoat. Contact Otto? Second in command? What the fuck???? Signed, Calhoun…Exalted of Lamar….the H N I…..oh (pause) shit!!!! Word must have gotten back to him that I said that shit. Fuck!!!! I’m so screwed. Maybe my “modest” ass will be a good thing who knows, but mark that one down too, Barbie. Wouldn’t want to upset his “highness”. Oops….hope Otto doesn’t get pissed at me now for that text.”

He looks to see if there are any more notes, but satisfied that there is no more…..currently.

“Now that’s what I’m talking about Barbie. People need me, they get in touch. Now maybe people will finally understand I mean business. No more of this mom and pop freebie crap either. It’s just that simple…they either Change or DIE!!!! Pay up when they need to. Nuff said, right Barbie?”

Barbie doesn’t move an inch, but he nods at her confirming a silent “yes”.

“That’s what I thought too. Glad you’re onboard with the new JTM program. And you better remind me that I’m supposed to be at these meetings too. Set the damn alarm clock if you have to.”

He sits on the comfy couch waiting for people to arrive, timing them all the while.

**Joe_F** · 10-22-2009, 02:35 PM

There is a knock on JTM's door. Alex is waiting outside, looking forward to speaking to JTM.

♦*Moose* · 10-22-2009, 02:45 PM

“Wow!!! That was fast!!!”

He gets up unlocks the deadbolts, and opens the door to sees Alex there.

“Hey Alex…su..ummm…pleased to meet ya. C’mon in, pull up a seat. Take Barbie’s beer if you want.”

He waits for Alex to get “comfy". then locks the door back up. He sits on the table across from him.

“So ummm…wait wait wait…Alex. Barbie. Barbie. Alex. Almost forgot my manners.”

He looks at him confused.

“So what brings you here?”

**Joe_F** · 10-22-2009, 02:50 PM

Alex looks at Barbie, then back to JTM. He takes off his hat and bows his head briefly to Barbie before taking a seat.

"Well, JT, if you remember, I had mentioned that I admired your bat, and you replied that if I was ever interested in one, to let you know." He pauses, looking around the room for the famous JTM TV. "While I admit that I'm not interested in a bat, I am in the market for weaponry. Are you still interested in helping me out? Of course, I will make it worth your time."

♦*Moose* · 10-22-2009, 02:56 PM

JTM still looks a lil pent from his last dealings with the beast, surprised the Harpy is here.

“Yeah I can do that. Wasn’t the present I gave you last time enough? I saw you pull it out…sweetness in your hands, pure gold. You know I gotta ask this now….no offense meant, but what’s in it for me?”

He thinks about this for a bit putting his hand up to Alex, hoping he doesn’t piss him off..

“How about this? You fix something for me….and I’ll gladly hook you up with everything you need. Deal???”

He smiles evilly back at him.

**Joe_F** · 10-22-2009, 03:02 PM

Alex smiles at the memory of pulling out the shotgun on that dreadful excuse of a vampire. He had to spend every once of willpower to not pull the trigger, especially after her attack on JTM. And then, he had to spend reserves of will he didn't know he had not to finish her in her own fire. . .

. . . he was drifting. "Oh yes, JT, the shotgun is a piece of beauty, and of course I will pay you for it."

When JTM mentions fixing something, Alex became doubly intrigued. "Well, I heard you were a cold, hard cash man, but I will admit that I am curious about fixing something for you. Do tell!"

♦*Moose* · 10-22-2009, 03:13 PM

“Nah…the shotgun was a freebie. I do take cash, but that one was more important to do that way. Figured you had my back and needed it with the demons lurking about. Pathetic excuse of a Cross demon if you ask me. Hell the whole fucking family for that matter. You know that Kharma owes me for not dusting her sorry ass, right?. I just want to collect on that debt that I feel she owes to me and I thoroughly expressed my anger at. I know you heard me when I told her to stay down, and yet she still swiped at me. I want boon compensation for that, and since you are the man I have to talk to….”

He smiles evilly again chuckling abit.

“Can you get the wheels turning on that? Maybe work in some way for her to lose or transfer that trivial she has on Fitz over to me, or make her lose it completely. Definitely smooth things between me and Fitzy more too. Kick in a boon to me too…..you can come up with something on those details. Politically correct is your dept…not mine.”

**Joe_F** · 10-22-2009, 07:43 PM

Alex was showing more and more interest as JTM continued. "I see, I see. I do think we can come to a mutual understanding. Perhaps we should talk to Kharma about this, too. Could you invite her over, or would you prefer to do this on Elysium?"

♦*Moose* · 10-22-2009, 08:37 PM

“Ummm…”

He takes a swig of his beer and chuckles.

“One step ahead of ya I guess, Alex. I told wonder titties, ummm...I mean Kharma, that she should get her ass over here, so we could discuss this. Wonders of a JTM driven text. Not that I couldn’t beat her down again, but I know she owes me. She even said it that night, if I recall right that is…right there in front of everybody.”

He chuckles again, pulling out his clean bat and smacking it in his hand.

“Of course, if she doesn’t show (smack) that’s on her. Shows her complete cowardice and lack of balls, well what can I say (smack) she’s a woman that doesn’t lead many anymore.”

His smile and demeanor get to a point he is clutching the bat tightly, and hitting his hand a little bit harder, but showing no signs of pain or damage.

“So far in this city, (SMACK) I haven’t met any cool Gangrel except for Dom. (SMACK) Now there was a vamp with some skills. Ok ok ok I do stand corrected, Kharma did come over here and clean my place and replace my furniture (SMACK)at least she knew where her place was (SMACK)maid and hooker by night. She might be checking my place out over on the street corner too, who knows?”

He stops hitting his hand, laughing uncontrollably as if the beast has taken him over completely unphased by the bat, very pissed off stern look on his face.

“As for meeting in Elysium, I’d rather pass on that idea. I get into more trouble there all the time, but I’d be willing to go there provided I could be me there. Violence wouldn’t happen unless she popped claws first, how’s that? That fair enough?”