Thread: for a friend ( attn jtm and jack braeger )

Jack rubbed his eyes as he got out of the car, following Kendov at a decent distance.

"As long as it ain't gonna be another quiz show extravaganza like earlier, I think I'll do ok."

He scratched at the perpetual stubble on his chin and looked about, a slightly irritated and confused expression on his face.

kendov knocks on the door waiting for an answer

JTM hears a very familiar Kendov car pulling up in his driveway.

“Kendov’s here Barbie. Wonder what the hell he wants. Hopefully, Mackenzie didn’t throw him out or want a divorce already.”

Chuckling, he gets up from his couch walking to the door unlocking the deadbolts opening it.

“Sup. Kendov. Bringing in strays now I see.”

He sizes the new guy up and down chuckling. JTM is wearing a trench coat with the usual biker combat gear.

“Sup. Name’s JTM and you are?”

He pauses a bit. He notices that Kendov forgot to bring him his six pack, but lets it slide as he sees his bad boy baby that he gave Kendov.

“Come on in you two. Pull up a seat. You know the drill Kendov and that’s goes for you too stranger. Anyone hanging with Kendov is cool in my book. Ignore the mess. I've been remodeling again.”

Upon entering, you see his living room which is much better looking than the slummy looking exterior of his house. Inside the living room, you see a very huge comfy couch, a shiny new reinforced coffee table with 1 Barbie (the doll) and 4 mini-Barbie’s sitting there (also dolls, #4 has less clothing on and looks sluttier than the rest), a huge flat screen TV with a very powerful stereo system. Broken pieces of an old coffee table litter the floor here still. The entry door to this place is practically brand new with 3 deadbolts on it. Across the living room is a closet. The kitchen is around behind the living room.

He locks the door back up as they enter his place. He sits down on the coffee table waiting on them.

Jack nods to JTM as he introduces himself.

"Name's Jack Braeger. Just got in town from Detroit." Jack dusts off his flannel jacket and paint-stained black jeans before entering. "Damn, I feel underdressed for the occasion."

He moves inside and looks over the room nodding. He eyes the TV and dolls with a slight look of trepidation before he sits on the couch.

kendov entered and nodded as jtm spoke " well i was bringing some of your blood to you and also needed to let you know more of his situation. this is jack braeger. " he motions to the man with him . " he is here sent by a woman i owed no small favor to he has been seen by prince cahill and his actions will fall on my head if something goes wrong. but perhaps jack can explain alittle better "

Did I just let Al Borland (Home Improvement) in my fucking house?

“Oh my bad. Jack this is Barbie and the minis. Never mind #4 over there. She strips all the time. Barbie’s meet Al..er uh I mean Jack Bor…er uh..Braeger.”

He takes a sip of his beer.

“So. He’s part of the CREW right? Well park your butt on the couch Jack. Let’s get all this shit sorted out.”

He looks over at Kendov a lil pissed.

“Hmmmm….Jack’s your responsibility and that damn nutjob Cahill gave you the thumbs up to do that? What the fuck!!! Why wasn’t I notified or told before hand about this shit!!! Not that I don’t mind the Gangrel helping out…nope not all. Truce and all, but there are gonna be some things I’m gonna have to teach him too you know. Very private shit. CREW code and biz you catch my drift? He’d better not screw up either. I’ll plant his ass regardless who owns his Tolerated behind.”

He puts up his finger to them.

“Hold that thought.”

He texts any Brujah.

CREW we got another one. Be at my place if you want to meet em.

He sets his cell down on the coffee table waiting for it to dance again. He looks back over at Jack.

“Now where were we? Oh yeah, so what’s your fucking story, Jack?”

" i am repaying a boon nothing more jtm, i dont expect him to get any special treatment from anyone. im just responsible if he screws up."

MD gets JTM text, thinks for a moment, shrugs and texts back. "Another one? On my way."

A short time later she arrives, gets out with a 6 pack, sets the alarm and walks up to the door. Knocks and waits for JTM to answer.

Jack practically breaths a sigh of relief as he listens to JTM speak. His demeanor becomes a bit more relaxed and candid, though he does glance over at the dolls occasionally, and seems more amused than confused at his name change.

"My story? Shit.. Well, I was a blood doll for a Cammy Coterie up north. Some Sabbat douchebags decided to have some fun with us and get rid of my owner. Long story short, I end up digging my way out of a grave, gave my domitor a blanket party-" he leans in a bit closer to emphasize the next part; "-but with teeth and punches, and there were like 10 of us." He shrugs, slightly. "Yeah, she bit the big one. Her coterie shows up right as he goes all dust in the wind, and before I can even get to my senses, one of them drops me like a bad habit."

He looks at Kendov for a second, before continuing.

"Lucky for me, the gangrel in my owner's coterie actually -liked- me. She took me in and taught me the ropes, and whatnot. Tried to teach me about "family" business since the Brujah up in Detroit isn't take kindly to my err.. 'sire' or whatever. She wanted me to head here for a fresh start, since me being alive made for too much bad blood up north."

"I think that's about it?"