Thread: An Arranged Meeting (10/28/09 Attn: Kalie)

JTM gets more impatient as time ticks by. The nuisance of the awful couch, hissing noises of the TV, the lack of beer, the blandness this dump has to his own remodeled place make him irritated and more agitated. Ten to twenty to thirty minutes pass .and he gets to almost stark raving mad wanting to break shit. He sits there screaming to no one.

“Dammit!!! Where the fuck are you!!!! You told me to meet you here!!! Guess what!!!! I’m fucking here!!!! But you sure as fuck aint!!!! I know I didn’t screw this fucking meeting up either!!!! ”

He pulls out his cell looking at the text that was sent to him. He reads it outloud just to vent his anger out, quelling the beast the best he can in this solitary confined dump.

“See!!!!” (pointing to his phone multiple times) It says it right here!!! (OOC text msg in italics)

JTM meet me at this address (read off address)

"I’m fucking here!!!! I’ll even double check that shit!!!!”

He gets up from the couch, opens the door, checking his text against the number on the apt back and forth three times over.

“Yep!! They fucking match!!!”

He slams the door hard watching the dust settle and everything in the room wanting to leave his pissed off attitude if they could.

“So what do you think of that!!!!”

He continues reading the text with angered scrutiny,

Let me know when you get there JTM.

“Let’s see!!!! I think I fucking did that!!!! Hello!!!!! Anybody out there!!!!”

Still no reply back, making him even more pissed. He keeps reading and notices that he has to scroll the text down, as he walks back to the beaten up couch.

Call me ….when you… do.

“Fuck!!!! Goddamit!!!”

He calls Kalie on his cell phone, sitting on the couch with “egg” on his face, waiting for her to pick up.

"It is about fucking time JTM. I was about to call the troops in. Where the hell have your been? You didn't get into more trouble did you? I swear JTM if you did there will be hell to pay... and I mean hell!"

It is easily stateable that Kalie is irrated as she sits in the exective leather chair aboard a private jet.

JTM sits there confused with an "oh fuck" lips moving, but nothing coming out of his mouth, look on his face, calming down, shrinking abit in the couch.

Oh fuck!!!!

"Ummm...forgot the rest of the text, I did scroll it up though. Would have been easier if Barbie was here too, she would have reminded me of that shit too, but I hope I didn't keep you either. I came straight here, just like you said. Entered and waited the whole damn time. I've been here the last ummm...thirty minutes, sitting on this stupid couch, going fucking crazy. "

JTM looks at the noticable cosmetic damage he's done so far hoping Kalie won't see it.

" No, Kalie, I haven't gotten into any trouble. You know me. The place is still in one piece. Just needs something for decoration though..and some beers too. You mind if I get some....that cool with you?"

Kalie rolls her eyes to the ceiling.

Damn I forgot about Barbie.

"Alright then. Q & A time. What languages do you speak?"

"English, just like everyone should...and only English. I hate that fucking foreign muhumbo jumbo shit. Makes me think they are going WOOF WOOF all the fucking time."

"Alright I want you to go into the bedroom and on the third shelf of the bookcase I want you to find the dusty old yellow bound book that is located in the middle of the shelf."

She waits for confirmation he has found the book.

JTM gets up from the couch and goes into the bedroom cell in his hand. He finds the shelf counting 1, 2,3 with his finger looking at the shelf, looking for a dusty, yellow bound, book, "Aenigmatorum Liber Latinorum"

He finds it,looks at it trying to understand wtf it says. He sounds it out very poorly confused on the words.

"Aen-igma-tor-um Lib-er Lat-in-o-rum, that it Kalie?"

Not waitinjg for a reply from her, he grabs the book out of there hard, watching the other books fold inward to cover the gap he wasn't prepared for, pushing his body up against the shelf to muffle the noise and keep the books inline. After a bit of making them "stay", he puts the cell to his ear again.

"Got it. Now what?"

"Hang up the phone. Go sit down at the deskon the far wall. Pull out paper and pen from the desk drawer and start to copy the book word for word. By my calculations you should have about 3 hours left of night. That gives you roughly 180 minutes. Your first task up on my return will be based on how much you are able to copy in that amount of time.

When the daysleep comes you are to go down into the basement of the house and inside the storm room you will find a cot. I am flying over Spain right now and will be back in Lamar by sunset this everning. Stay in that house until I arrive."

JTM listens intently to her words, but doesn’t seem pleased with the shit she’s gotten him doing now. Nodding his head to her words all the while doing the “yada yada yeah yeah yeah” motioning with his face, not saying a word though, rolling his eyes all the while.

“Check. Got it. See you tomorrow night, Kalie. Have a safe trip now.”

He hangs up on the phone as instructed, forgetting for her to reply to him getting that “oops” look on his face for accidentally doing that, cutting her off short..

“Fuck it! Serves her right, making me do all this bullshit!!! I forget one lil fucking meeting….shit!!! I should be out there kicking ass, not fucking taking notes!!! Barbie does that for me. Kalie knows this full well. Who the fuck does she think she is? Primy..my ass!!! Granted she took the heat for me, but do I have to really put up with this shit!!! I’ll show her!!! Maybe her fucking plane’ll crash!! Solve everything.”

He chuckles at that thought. He looks at the time ticking away wondering whether he should get started on this task, surveying the lack of accommodation in this place.

Damned if you do, JTM….damned if you don’t.

He goes over to the door and locks it, noticing no reinforced deadbolt.

“That won’t do…aint getting this place robbed!!! Kalie’d kill me if it was…especially on my watch.”

He looks for something to put in front of the door to block the place getting broken into.

“Hmmmm…guess that’ll have to do…for now.”

He slides the beaten up couch over there blocking the door. After he does that, making sure it’s tight and snug on the door, he slaps his hands somewhat wiping them clean, looking at the “great work” he’s done.

“Nobody’s getting in now. Pit 101, if it aint bolted down. It won’t be there for long.”

He then looks at the empty void in this place where the couch was, thinking he has more space and some more breathing room. He then looks at the desk area putting it off the best he can, but slowly staggers in there.

He sits down at the desk, unaccustomed to the finer points of the desk, like he was never in high school. He opens the drawers to find the pen and paper. He sets down the dusty yellow book opening it up. He looks at the garbled-gook of this weird “non English” language, trying to pronounce it, but gets more frustrated at the way he says it outloud robotically with a WOOF WOOF on the side.

“Who the fuck reads this shit anyways?”

(OOC: very funny Charlie…a goddamn 64 pg. Latin Riddle book..lol)

He places the pen and paper next to it so he could turn his head with ease and starts to slowly write the words on the paper getting frustrated that it’s taking forever. He pauses after a page worth of copying, stopping for a sec., thinking about what Kalie had told him specifically.

“She didn’t say I couldn’t. Who’s gonna see me anyways. Right Bar (pause) bie?”

He looks around for Barbie, disappointed she’s not there. He then chuckles abit as he (OOC ST call….spending 3 blood for celerity 4 Legerity…that enough to do this??? ) as he speeds up the copying process, looking at the pen fly fast on its rollers, his head turning back and forth fast with blurring speed, holding the paper down the best he can with his Potence making damn sure the pad doesn’t fly away, scratching out writing mistakes, flipping the book pages, and moving to the next piece of paper on the pad, noticing some areas where the pen went through the paper by “accident”. The room is cluttered by his mess when he finally finishes copying the book. And it isn’t exactly his best work, but Kalie never mentioned“perfection” now did she? As far as he was concerned, it was copied.

“There, done with that. Piece of cake.”

He looks at his work. The pad has at least one good slow page of legible scribblings of JTM, the first page before his speed kicked in. Everything else is good by his standards. Hopefully Kalie will see it that way. Lots of ink was used so the pen is almost drained dry.

“Perfect!!! She’s gonna love this. A JTM masterpiece!!”

He flings the copied manuscript pad down on the desk, ignoring the small indentations that might be there from his excessive pressing and running of the pen, then he bounces the pen on the desk, forgetting his potenced strength from his “happiness” and the pen lawn darts into the desk instead., half shaft into the wood, dead on.

“Way to go JTM!!! Ahhh…. she’ll never even notice it.”

He admires that the pen hit bull’s-eye from his hand to the desk.

“At least I haven’t lost my touch. Finally got some action too. About damn time.”

He starts to get up from the messed up desk with papers everywhere, an open yellow bound book turned to the last page there, scuffed up polishing where the pen pressed too hard on the desk’s surface, and a pen stuck half in-half out of it. He grabs the pen in the desk pulling it out, seeing that the pen is totally ruined now and sets it by the notepad. A pen-sized hole is now obvious in the desk. The whole room has been “JTM littered”. Yet he walks out of that room satisfied he did a good job.

“Storm room, here I come”.

He starts walking down the stairs to the basement, clicking the light in there to guide him. He looks at the dankness of the basement admiring it.

“Maybe I could call Kharma and have her clean this place up too, redecorate it. I’ll give Kalie her number. Hell this would be a good spot to kick the shit out of Saboth for not showing his ass at my place for training. Certainly wouldn’t hurt the place…that’s for damn sure.”

He finds the storm room and opens the door, seeing just a cot there. His look of disgust compared to his bed at his place vs, this piece of shit cot, very prominent.

“Home Sweet Hell!!! I have arrived!!!”

He lays down on the cot, trying to get comfy, but is having trouble, tossing and turning for at least 15 minutes He then snuggles in, the best he can, sleeping the JTM sleep with no alarm clock, no Barbie, and no way of getting to the door if he can’t hear it being knocked on. His cell phone is his only refuge, battery running down with no charger to keep the battery alive at this time. Even then he stares deep into the darkness he’s grown fond of as it merges with him yet again, hunger starting to ensue since he didn’t get to feed yet. He reaches out to close the storm door. Another torpid nightmare to be thrown in…he embraces it, the best he can smiling and laughing the maniacal evil smile as everything fades to a deep slumbery black for JTM.