Thread: JTM's Prison Rules (11/2/09 Attn: Kalie and JTM's friends that he would text. Check your PM's)

(OOC ST’s If I need to move this post Let me know. I have no clue where Kalie and JTM are now.)

JTM and Kalie skirt themselves away in Kalie’s transport very rapidly, after leaving the Museum heading for secluded parts unknown to him. He watches the vestige of the area change around him flashing by street by street. Their destination unknown and very unfamiliar to him completely.

Kalie stops the car in the back of an abandoned house, a little better looking than JTM’s place this time. Kalie and JTM get out of the vehicle and pull some things from the trunk and back seat. They, actually being just JTM, tote 2 cots, several battery operated lanterns, a couple decent sized crates, and one red Coleman cooler with beer and ice in it. Kalie walks in the building with 3 things, pen, paper, and the lovely yellow bound book.

After lugging all the gear downstairs into the basement, JTM looks around happy that he’s not stuck in storm cellar this time. He quickly turns on a lantern and places it to where he can see and making damn sure that it doesn’t glow out the windows to arouse the neighbors as Kalie told him earlier NOT too. JTM sets the cots up. He scoots the crates just far enough for him to use it as a nightstand for his beers. And that the cooler is close enough for him to get into it.

Kalie seems pleased with him so far, with his “good” behavior in the Museum watching him with scrutiny all the while. JTM had some choice words with Kalie earlier before entering the Museum in the first place so the tension level is actually way lower…this time.

“See. I told you we needed to face the music. I told you I don’t fucking run away either. I’m not a coward. I behaved too. I gave you my word and I meant it. So ummm…now what? Is this it? My new home sweet hell?”

JTM looks around noticing there isn’t anything remotely accessible here for “creature comforts”. She nods and his disappointment shows with the NEW surroundings.

“K. Oh riiight. Deal’s a deal….like I have any say in the matter.”

He thinks about chuckling but refrains from it…for now. Kalie then pulls out the dreaded yellow bound book He is not happy at the sight of the book that he can’t read.

“I already copied that, you want me to do it again? C’mon. You gotta be kidding me?”

She hands him the yellow bound book, which he takes reluctantly, and then the following pen and paper that comes next.

“Fine. Won’t take me long to do that Just like last time.”

She looks at him like a teacher a lil upset with her student, doing her best to mold the rough clay vamp into something more productive in this new society.

Kalie: “JT, what have we been discussing lately?”

JT: “Umm..stuff about short cuts. Not taking the easy way. Some shit like that. That sometimes it’s worth taking your time to get something done, and done right. That’s right, right?”

Kalie nods at him. JTM’s lil light bulb somewhat kicks on.

“So what you’re saying is if I do this slow, it’ll be well worth it in the end, instead of just rushing for the easy way to get it done, and done poorly?”

Kalie has that “invisible clap” in her head still not showing much emotion towards him.

“K. Gotcha. I’ll do it the normal way then. You mind if I get a beer then too? I might get cramped and need to take five you know.”

He looks at her hoping he didn’t just dig his grave. .

Kalie: “Yes you can, but before you copy that book, there are some rules for you to follow…no questions asked, got it.’

He nods, waiting for her to start talking, but realizes he might want to jot this shit down just in case. Barbie wasn’t available to help him this time.

Kalie: “You are to stay here in the basement, not doing anything to draw attention to yourself. We will go where and whenever I deem it necessary, can’t have you running off on your own…understood.”

He nods writing JTM RULES 1) Don't go upstairs or outside dumbass.

Kalie: “Ok…this item will only be used by you in my presence and my presence only.”

She pulls out his turned off cell phone pointing to it watching him look happy he has something to keep him preoccupied.

“You need to text people and I mean texts only, to people that would normally stop by your place, and tell them to stay away from there since it’s in anarch territory. Can you do that? If they call back, let it go to voicemail. We’ll listen to them together. Just texts only JT. I mean it.”

He nods writing 2) Texts only, nothing else, stupid.

She turns on the cell phone and hands it to him. He has a voicemail from none other than Kharma. He puts the phone on speaker so they can listen to it together.

"Hey JT Mogul, it's Kharma. I was wondering if you wanted to raise hell like the last time. Give me a call.

“See, I told you that she’s been doing this to me. Stupid bitch. What am I gonna do about that?”

He clenches his fists tight, then releases them remembering Kalie wouldn’t approve of this behavior either, and the fact he doesn’t want to damage the phone.

“All right. All right. I’ll take care of this too, just need to think about what to text em k. but what if the higher ups call me?”

Kalie looks at him stating that she’ll handle that. He nods back at her too.

“Cool.”

He thinks about the texts and the best JTM proper wording, taking a lot of time to get it right and done with Kalie’s approval making sure he shows her them before sending them off. Anything to keep him from copying that damn yellow bound book.

(OOC check your PM’s to see if JTM sent you one.)

JTM finishes 10 pages before he fakes a cramp in front of Kalie.

“Crap!!! Beer time!!!”

He goes to the cooler, pulling out a beer and sitting on the cot, trying to get comfortable. He places the beer on the top of the crate, curiosity getting him as to what the hell was put in there and left out, but he doesn’t make a move to open them either, even though he knows he could easily.

“So..ummm Kalie, you want..oh….wait that’s right you don’t like this stuff. Guess it’s a preferred taste. Cheers.”

He swigs the beer slowly down, tapping it back on the crate not hearing a hollow sound either.

What the fuck is in there? Hmmmm….

“Well you mind if I get some shut eye? Guess I’ve got some hellish long nights ahead. I’ll finish copying the book later, honest.”

He finishes off the beer gathering his thoughts. He looks around the room for something similar to his bat, but no such luck, so he grabs one of the lanterns, turning it off, settling into this uncomfortable cot.

How the fuck does she expect me to get any good sleep on this thing anyway? Too damn flimsy. I miss my couch and my own goddamn bed.

He clutches the lantern near him ready to hit someone if they should pop out of the darkness and attack him in his sleep. Kalie included.

“Night Kalie. See ya tomorrow night.”

One night down, many more to go.

After 15 mins of staring at the illuminated shadowy ceiling, tossing and turning all the while, he rolls over facing the wall to keep what light Kalie needs....on for her and starts to drift into “sleep” again wondering where everything went wrong.

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