Thread: Training? (12/22/09 ATTN: Amanda, Ash, & JTM.)

Ash steps out of the car in long faded jeans, a black tshirt, and a white button up shirt with a subtle paisley pattern. Offering Amanda his arm he will start walking down the street once she takes it. "I supposed I am ready for about anything, but what are we her for exactly? The rumors of JTM paint him as a bit... unstable."

Stopping in front of the door that Amanda has directed them to he pauses looking to her before knocking.

JTM lounges on his couch with a beer getting really bored with the Home Shopping Network he has been viewing non-stop going bored out of his freaking mind. He hears a car pull into his driveway.

“Great!!! Who the fuck is here now!!! Barbie…Were we expecting company? Why didn’t you tell me that we were…fuck!!! “

He looks down at her seeing that she has changed into a karate outfit.

“What the fuck Barbie…you want to throw down now? But…we got company coming. I don’t want you screaming uncle again either. Besides you need to pick up that damn beer stained Santa mess you made. Get to it will ya!!! I’ll get the door..dammit.”

He slowly gets up from the couch and works his way to the door unlocking the deadbolt. He looks out the door to see who is here in the bleak Pit and sees 2 fashion faux-pas get out of the car, surprised it’s Amanda and her sidekick, Ash.

“Sup Amanda. New guy. What brings you this way? C’mon in. Grab a seat. Same goes for your tag-along. Barbie forgot to tell me you were coming over so she’s grounded.”

He leaves the door open for them to enter his place.

Ash looks around the room and listens for anyone else that might be in the apartment. Looking at JTM, he nods, "Thank you sir for inviting us. Amanda has spoken highly of you. My name is Ash Winters by the way. We met very briefly in passing at the party, but with so much going on I am sure it was easy to forget." With this he offers his hand.

Ash will lead Amanda through the door and then look towards her for guidance in what they might be here for.

Amanda overheard JTM as they approached the door. She didn't have a chance to reply before the door swung open. She managed to give a reassuring look to Ash just as the door swings open. Amanda saw Barbie on the table and greets her with an excited "hello!" to show Ash who he was talking to.

"To get to the point," Amanda let a smile creep across her face, "Do you remember that time you mentioned to me, in passing by, that you could teach me how to fight?" Amanda looks at JTM with a slight hint of pleading. "I want to take you up on that offer. She looks to Ash and then back to JTM.

JTM looks at Ash in his face then his hand and back and forth twice. He then shakes his hand refraining from squeezing too tight.

“Hail to the king baby!!! Ash is it? Isn’t a contradiction of sorts?...the name that is. Either way, any friend of Amanda is cool in my book. Make yourself at home. Pull up a seat on the comfy couch there.” (OOC it is clean and very out of place here, but very tori-esque, along with a 52 inch flat screen TV)

He nods gracefully the best “non-etiquette” way he can, doing his utmost best not to offend Amanda.

“Same goes for you too Amanda. Barbie says hi back.”

They both enter and JTM shuts the door, locking the deadbolt.

He walks to them. “Oh my bad. Forgot my manners. “You all want a beer?” He looks at them in his place, the only colorful things in his house for a while.

“Oh wait…beer’ll never do for you two…lemme see what I got for this special occasion. Damn what the fuck was I thinking.”

He runs to his fridge pushing his hands past the beer bottles and finds a fifth of Jack Daniels. He grabs some glasses too, looking at their somewhat dirty appearance but grabs them anyway. He pours the Jack in the dirty glasses, then comes back in the living room, handing them both a glass, then squarely sits down on the table in front of the TV, muting the Home Shopping Network.

“Sorry Barbie, you don’t get any till you clean that mess up k.”

He nods his head upset with Barbie abit.

"Ok ok ok..fine!!! I’ll let it slide so you can takes notes and write down what they want just so you can remind me later in case I forget, cool?”

He turns back to them, raising his glass to them.

“ To kicking ass and taking names. Cheers.”

He then sets down the glass and looks at them. He sizes both of them up and down. He nods towards Amanda smiling an evil look back.

“Yeah I did. Surprised you hit me up on that offer now. Combat training….hmmmmm…. how well do you fight? Let’s find out. Make a fist will ya, Amanda. Join in on this if you want to Ash. Let’s see the knuckles tighten and your fingers dig into your hand till you want it to bleed. See how much pain you can endure.”

Amanda took the glass pleasingly. She was clearly flattered by JTM's hospitality. She looked around the living room impressed and the took a large gulp of the drink to show she was cool with it. She then shakes it off a little and smiles at JTM. Without saying anything she looked at Ash to see if he would follow suit. She balled her fist up and said, "Wait a sec, JTM, what's the catch?"

Ash will take the glass and with a definate act of will he tosses it back and swallows. "Damn! I forgot how much that shit burns." He shakes his head a bit to clear the burn and then looks up at JTM. "Thanks for sharing. It's been a while."

Watching his sister make a fist he smiles to himself and then makes his own fist, squeezing tightly enough that he can feel the nails starting to bite into the flesh of his palm. At Amanda's question he looks towards JTM, but keeps his hand tight as possible. A small trickle of blood can be seen starting to run into his palm.

“No catch, Amanda. Just seeing what I have to work with, so you can be a pretty, lean. mean, sexy, female fighting machine after I’m done with ya.”

He chuckles a bit turning towards Ash.

“The strong stuff always does. See, Amanda. Ash has got it down cold., but I just intended to get little finger imprints in the hand. Don’t worry about the blood on the carpet. Barbie’ll clean it up later.”

He then puts his hand to his chin.

“Hmmmm….I got just what you need Amanda.”

He walks over to the closet, shoving his gio and rave suits to the side, rummaging in therefore a minute or two, fumbling through some stuff, then pulls out an armor jacket for her. He looks at it showing it off like a game show host with merchandise.

“Here, try this on. Let it fit snug. Don’t want your puppies popping out of it either. Sorry I could find anything more colorful or fashionable either, but it’s the best that money can buy. You can bedazzle it or do whatever you toris do to it later if you want to.”

He hands it to her.

“Now you need some inner toughness and inner strength running through your veins it appears. And I can grant it to you, but what’s it worth to you? Think about that and I’m sure we can come up with a mutual agreement. So what’s your offer Amanda? Start the bidding. We can negotiate. Same goes for you Ash if you want it. Sorry though, that’s my last suit of body armor. You can fight over it if you want to too…after we settle up on the deals k.”

He waits for the offer back thinking what he would want from both of them.