Thread: Getting hooked up: (Attn Anarch NPCs, Any PCs 4-27-10)

A.J. knew that this wasn't his area to patrol but he recognized one simple fact, lately when something got out of hand in the city, it was in this territory. That in and of itself made him take the initiative to start patrolling in this area as well as the Gangrel territory. He walked the street wearing his black long trench coat tied in the front, and it bulged slightly at the side as he walked.

Karl notices the man in the bulging trench coat and starts walking his way. He keeps his hands tucked into his black leather coat. He nods as he gets closer and speaks in a low tone.

"Didn't I see you at Big Brother's dick waving contest the other night? Ain't you one of his wanderers? What are you doing down here in this shit hole looking all "Inconspicuous?"

A.J. smiles at he looks at Karl and nods as he approaches. He listens to him give his punchlines and shrugs and says, "Seems like every time something gets out of control in this city, its in these kinds of areas, so I figured what could it hurt to do you and your lot a favor and help keep an eye on it for you. As for the 'Dick waving' that doesn't concern me much because I have already been doing my part around here to try to keep people safe. So, now that we have the pleasantries out of the way, I'm A.J."

Karl chuckles at the 'doing you and your lot' a favor comment and just shakes his head with a grin. "Alright, I can accept that little jab, you pointing out that we need help and all, but I do have a solution to that problem. I'm Karl by the way. And here is my solution. Big Brother stop pushing around the dregs of society, all the people that aren't here legally, all the people that don't make more than a burger flippers dollar, and all the people who ran into some tough luck at some point and actually do something to change the damn system."

Karl again whips out the switchblade comb and begins fixing his hair, and continues speaking with wild arm gestures.

"That's the fucking problem. These people have been forced into fucking shitty circumstances. Once one little things goes wrong in this fucking world you are left gasping for air and praying to catch your breath. Now if the man would get off his lazy ass and actually realize who turns the profits for him he could do something about it. But no that fat son of a bitch is two busy eatin fucking truffles and banging two chicks at once, while Pablo over here is trying to make sure nobody jacks his food stamps and hoping he can make it to Home Depot before the rest of the immigrants take all the damn jobs for the day!"

A.J. stands there and listens to Karl's monologue with interest. He had never actually had a conversation with an Anarch before so it was definitely a switch. The things he had to say made sense as well, but he also didn't recall seeing Karl at the Shelter a week ago when they all sat and peeled potatoes with Emma either. None the less he was mildly impressed with his speech. When he is finished he says simply, "What do you think I'm doing down here? I don't patrol the streets just for our kind's benefit. I do it for them too. Many times have I fought off a gang from beating down someone for their shoes. I can say this, you preach to the choir here. The restaurant I own donates regularly to the shelters. I am also here for another reason as well, though its personal, I see no reason to hide it from you. I am here scouting. I'm looking for someone who needs a break in a big way, someone who I can help turn their life around like I did for my assistant so many years ago. I know I can't save the world, but I can quite possibly save one person. So, anything else you want to preach about so I can put it on my list of things to do?" A.J. gives him a wide grin, knowing that he just smarted off at the guy but in a non-offensive way. At the same time not revealing that Karl was unknowingly earning his respect.

Karl does his trademark James Dean head scratch. He starts walking slowly assuming AJ is following him. "You know I'll think about it. I mean I'm sure there is something else I can preach about, but for now let's just go about finding you someone to help out of this shit hole, that way you can prove that you aren't full of shit and I can move on to somebody who needs to hear what I have to say a little more. ...Of course, once you do that some big wig prick from Big Brother is gonna wonder what kind of game you are up to and probably just cast them back in the fire and leave you to wonder what the fuck just happened. And by the way, its not just the gangs that are holding these people down. Half the fucking time is the damn cops too. I mean a man can't buy a bottle of booze and walk across the street without some crooked ass beat cop jabbing a night-stick into his ribs. You know I got a book you should read back in my car."

Karl points at a vagrant taking a leak on the side of a building.

"See look at this, this guys probably doesn't even have running water in his little slice of "heaven." Goddam land lord is probably sitting on his ass counting his money instead of picking up the phone and calling the plumber. How 'bout him? He work for your little project?"

A.J. does begin to walk with Karl, listening to him with a bit of a grin on his face. When he mentions him picking someone out to help tonight he shakes his head and says, "No offense, but I do not choose lightly and we are likely to not find the one tonight. I'm actually a bit surprised that you didn't even ask me how I intended to change their life. I figured someone with your outlook would be a little more curious about that."

"I'll take the bait I guess. I could just say I assumed that you wouldn't, and that you were just putting me on, but I have no reason to do that since you are actually listening to me preach. So what's its gonna be? How do you intend to help this poor fool you are ....eventually (he stresses this word) going to pick out and help?"

Karl kicks a bottle across the yard looking occasionally over to AJ.

"And another thing! What's the fucking point of owning a restaurant when you are like us? I mean sure you can have all these wonderful little parties where people can come and see your establishment, but man that's just so... Bourgeouis. Fuck! That kind of shit is exactly what Karl and Friedrich were talking about!"

A.J. laughs a little bit at his new tirade and shakes his head. The funny part was, A.J. was just about to reveal to Karl why he owns a restaurant before he asked him about it. Once Karl is finished with his barking about the restaurant he looks at him as they walk and says, "I can answer both of your questions easily. The reason I own such a restaurant is simple. It provides an income for myself and my employees. As for how I intend to help someone out, I am going to offer them a well paying job at my restaurant. You see, the head chef that works there, I took under my wing years ago, right off the streets, in one of my restaurants back east. So you see, its not always about fancy parties and showing off. Not all of us are Big Brother or 'the Man'."