Thread: Pawn-Breaking (8/24/09 Attn: Maddy and Otto)

Written by Bob

Otto drives to JTM's house in a beater car, you can tell it is a beater impala, it runs a bit rough, has rust in all the right places and an interesting engine knock as he stops it. The small puff of smoke rising from the exhaust also makes for interesting designs, but this isn't about post modernist urban art, it is about picking up a friend. Otto gets out of the car and makes his way to JTM's door. "Your chariot awaits...." the moment JTM appears he hands him the keys to the car "New car for you....Practically right off the assembly line." well, if 'right off' means 35 years ago. "When you get your bike back though I want it back, I plan to fix it up when I get the time"

Otto smiles "I don't have alot of time, so we should get going...You ready?"

Written by: Kathy Abromovich

Maddalena steps out of a shadow near the garage. She is holding a now very smelly, slightly sodden, headless bear. She hands the bear to JTM silently and then moves to Otto's car and waits for someone to open the door for her. Her eyes have a stony angry look to them. She does not appear to be in the mood to talk just yet.

Written by Moose

"Yeah I'm ready to go, Otto."

He looks at what Maddelena handed to him.

What the fuck? Where did she find this?

He opens the door for Maddelena, then gets in himself.

"Punch it."

Written by Bob

Gets in the car, evidant that he would have opened the door for Maddy had JTM not done so. The best of AM radio is currently playing, only partly to mostly staticky. As the group moves along "remember, the guy we are talking to isn't the real criminal here, he's just an honest fella trying to make a buck." he smartly ignores the brooding crazy person and does what he can to avoid stiring up the exitable brujah.

Written by Moose

“Honest Fella? C’mon now.” JTM laughs at Otto’s statement. “An honest fella would have known not to fuck with my shit, Otto. Mother fucker deserves what he’s got coming to him. Make him think twice about ever doing it again. Nobody fucks with me. Hear that Otto. NOBODY!!! “

JTM eyes display anger enveloping them. His fist slams hard on the dashboard. The staticy noise of the AM Radio starts to unravel him, and get on his nerves. He turns the knob on the radio hard to the off position.

“Take that, John Denver!!”

He calms down now that the noise has left the car.

“Fine. Maybe one of you two do the talking then. Of course if you need me to string him up by his balls, then just give me a nod and let me take over. Make the motherfucker spill his fucking guts out, literally!!! I want my fucking bike back, and this asshole is NOT gonna stop me from getting it back, you hear me!!!!”

JTM’s focus is lost to reasoning as he concentrates on how hard this pawn broker’s gonna pay anxious to get out of the car and enter the pawnshop.

Written by: Kathy Abromovich

Maddalena stares out the window sullenly like a child being driven to school, her chin resting in her hand as her elbow is propped on the window. "The three men that stole your stuff were ghouls."

Written by Moose

JTM hits the roof of the car with his head when he processes Maddelena’s statement, shaking the cobwebs out afterwards.

“Three Mother fucking Ghouls!!! That’s just fucking great!!!! Of whose!!!! So I can personally deal with them and their dumbass masters too. This guy had better point us in the right direction too.”

He notices the car drawing closer to the place.

“There it is Otto. Pull right up front there.” He points to the front of the shop, but Otto slows down and parks it two blocks away. “What the fuck is this shit Otto!!!” He looks pissed at Otto. “Have it your way then”

He gets out the car leaving the door open so Maddelena can get out, then slams the door after she has, marching at a fast pace towards the shop.

Written by: Kathy Abromovich

Maddalena follows JTM silently toward the shop. She glances at Otto as if to say 'let's vanish if he gets out of hand, it'll be funny' and then she moves onward toward the shop's door. "I don't know who they belong to just yet. I'll need to touch the tv."