Thread: "Mist"-ified and Miffed (JTM's Haven Attn: Anyone 9/19/09)

Posted by Moose


JTM wakes up…late yet again, a long night of fighting in the Pit, and taking extensive measures to heal from the wounds he endured. He staggers into his kitchen opens the fridge, sees some people took some of his beer, and he’s not sure who might have done that party foul.

Fuck it. I’ll let it slide this time.

He grabs a cold one, and walks into the living room. He notices many scattered packing peanuts and heavy foot traffic all over the place adding more depth to the dirt and filth accumulating in this place. He sees the couch had been over used, the legs about to buckle from the excess weight that recently has been placed on it. He sits down on the couch, hearing the creak of the springs sound a little louder, but it still supports him for the time being. He stares down at the table noticing that Barbie is “bear-less” now staring back at him.

“Hey, don’t fucking look at me like that. I told you that messing around with animals would leave you heart broken. Besides all they give you is pain, heartache, sorrow, and of course fucking fleas. And I don’t know if that damn headless bear even had his shots, so you might need to get a “rabies” shot or some shit like that. Wonder if the Gangrel go the vet yearly for their check ups. Ah, hell…just get ‘em all spayed or neutered. Have to control that damn pet population. Wouldn’t that make you feel better? I know it would make me feel better, a whole lot fucking better.”

He nods at her like she acknowledged it even though she never moved from that spot.

“See, now quit your bitching, and finish your beer. Shit!!!! I might need that keg from Stan sooner than I thought.”

He clicks on the TV to see this video.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VY_I6doz6Qk


“What the fuck is this shit? Whoa!!! Dude!!! Watch out!!!! Let the bodies hit the floor!!! Let the bodies hit the floor!!! Let the bodies hit the floor!!! Let the bodies hit the (cymbals) flooooooorrrrr!!! Yeah...that would drive me fucking crazy too!!!”

He then starts bobbing his head to it, looking up at his somewhat dented ceiling, and renovated back door. He imagines all the people that walked in here and started trashing his place from top to bottom, regardless of whether they did it or not. The song pours out and he gets in tune with it, looking at the dents to the numbered pauses in the song.

“I wasn’t beaten, it was the damn Sabbat Bastards that were beaten, and they’re the one’s that couldn’t take much more. That’s what you get for fucking around in my neighborhood, assholes.”

He talks to the TV as if the Sabbat were standing in the room, with the opened beer in his hands. When he emphasizes his words beer goings flying out of the bottle, spilling on the floor. His mouth mimics the mental patient in the chair on the video. He starts bouncing up and down on his couch as he sings along with the song.

“One, nothing wrong with me…Two, nothing wrong with me….Three, nothing wrong with me…Four, nothing wrong with me. One, something’s got to give….Two, something’s got to give…Three, something’s got to give NNNOOOOOOOWWWWWW! Let the bodies hit the floor!!! Let the bodies hit the floor!!! Let the bodies hit the floor!!! Let the bodies hit the flooooooorrrrr!!!”

He stands up with the beer still in his hand jumping up and down. When he see’s the band singing on the roof he starts to think about the Nosferatu and the Brujah kicking the Sabbat’s asses up on his roof, and how mad he was that he wasn’t in that fight. When he sees the lead singer bouncing up and down on the roof of the asylum in the video, he starts thinking of how funny it must have been for the Sabbat to be hitting the rooftop hard and leaving the dents.

“Push me again, this is the end. That’s right, this is the fucking end…the end of people invading my house. No more pop tarts, no more poofty-poppies, no more mass mobs!!! They need to make a fucking appointment, or to have the fucking courtesy to call me before you show up, just like Otto did. He’s the only one I remember that called me ahead of time.”

He jumps up and down more and more as the video goes on. When they sing the One, Two, Three, Four in the chorus he starts looking around at the damage in his house that he knows he didn’t do. The ceiling, the busted back door, and of course his broken broom handle that the blind “pop-tart” walked off with. He listens to the next line, slowing down his jumping.

“You’re all by yourself, but you’re not alone? Story of MY fucking life lately, especially with Barbie sitting over here. Good thing that damn headless bear’s gone though; he was driving me crazy, drinking all my bear and eating all my fucking fries! Ain’t that right Barbie?”

He nods back at her, as if she had nodded at him agreeing with him.

“Yeah…you know what I’m talking about!”

As the room in the video starts to spin he gets a little dizzy then starts to jump up and down again with the video.

“Hey maybe that’s what I need, a fucking vacation like that guy on the gurney. Trust me dude I wish I could go with you. I’d even trade places with you dude, but you'd have to take a number just like everyone else,cause I’m too fucking busy.”

As the video ends he stops suddenly as if he just realized what was going on.

“Wait a minute! Strait jacket….gurney…guards…mental patients…ASYLUM.”

Shakes his head

“NO! No, no, no, no, no!!!!!!!!!! This shit can’t be happening to me!!!!! Fuck!!!!! The damn Malks invaded my TV! Run Barbie Run! Get out while you still can!”

He looks at Barbie, not moving.

“Why the fuck aren’t you running? Get your fucking plastic ass up and get moving!”

When he see’s that she’s still not moving he points to the TV

“Look at that! The guys looking at himself and then looking at me, and they’re in a damn asylum! Fucking Malk assholes! I can’t get away from them!”

He plops down on his couch hard, and when he does, the couch gives way, breaking the legs, and JTM’s "body hits the floor". He looks at Barbie still sitting on the couch. He talks to her, through his gritted teeth.

“Not a word of this to anybody, you got that? This….didn’t…..fucking….happen!!!!!!!!! Got it?!?!?!?!?!?!?!”

He looks around the room to see if any "Mist" is seeping in anywhere. When he see’s that there isn’t any he looks right at his dead bolt door wondering who is going to bug him tonight, especially after all this shit he just went through.