Made a deal with Barclay

I think I may have made a deal with Joe Barclay.

The Knights of Retribution are some scary fuckers. They've waxed a few too many of the KJ in the last few months. Now, I told them they could do a few operations, but they took that to mean they had a green light to do whatever they wanted to the KJ whenever they wanted. Which meant assassinating one of their higher-ups at an Anarch rant.

Now I called them on it, just like Simon did. Gotta back the fellow Architect. Well, now they are calling me a traitor for trying to work diplomacy in addition to letting them do their thing. Not that I meant for them to do their thing whenever.

So I'm fuckin' scared. This ain't cool. I don't want my brains scattered across the lawn.

So I went to Barclay. Fucker can walk out of exploding houses with barely a singe on his lapel. He said, yeah, he'd teach me some Fortitude. I just gotta teach him some Potence. I'm not sure that a Gangrel that can walk out of C-4 explosions with the ability to grow claws should really be knowing Potence...but what the fuck choice do I have? I need to be able to be tougher, not just against the KJ or the Sabbat, but now in-case the Knights of Retribution come after me.

Not.

Fucking.

Cool.

Journal #9, September 19, 2007

Sometimes it really pisses me off when people think I’m stupid. I’m not stupid. I just don’t want to die. Well, I don’t want to die again.

That’s why I created Johnny Chang. That’s not who I really truly am. I’m no leader. I love chicks, and it’s cool having magic-like powers to get chicks, but I’m no pervert. Johnny Chang is, but I’m not. I wasn’t raised to be uncouth and foul-mouthed, but that’s Johnny.

Goddamn fuckin’ Camarilla. Had to go and ash Candy, and it’s not like we were doing a goddamn thing. Nothing! We weren’t shovelheads, we weren’t even Anarchs. We just weren’t Acknowledged Cammunists. And that fuckin’ Hound figured that gave him free reign to do what he wanted to us. I guess I wasn’t worth a second thought, but Candy had said she had been in California since the Gold Rush. If that was true, then fuck, she would have been worth attention. So the Hound ashed her, at least I think that's all he did to her. Used that Dread Gaze shit on me and I fucking ran like a whipped dog. I couldn’t go back to our place, I didn’t know where else to go. I had no choice but to go to the Cam just to survive. That fucking Hound did everything he could do embarrass the fuck out of me. When I finally got enough dirt on him to embarrass him in front of the Prince (for trying to make a deal with the Sabbat; it was bullshit but the Prince never knew and the evidence was too good not to be true) I knew my time in San Francisco was done and over. I also knew I could never return. Maybe now I could, since I heard some keui-jinn ashed him a few years back. But the rest just might remember me.

So I decided to head back home and become a totally new person. I’d managed to save up a bunch of money and it had been over a decade since I’d been in SoCal. Got into the porn and the paparazzi business, since it was something the old me would never do. Started getting all fashionable, like one of those faggot Toreador, to further separate the old me from the new me. Did manage to piss off some keui-jinn foot soldier when I got in his way with PF Chang’s, but so what. Fuck, I even learned to talk different so that again, the connection between the old me and the new me would be even more tenous and difficult to discover.

But sometimes, I miss being me.

It's all about Power

Goddamn it all. So that fuckin' Archon is making noise and shit. Claims to be friendly to Anarchs. Yeah fuckin' right. He might be friendly to Brujah who happen to also be Anarchs, but Johnny doubts he'd be friendly to a Malkavian Anarch or something.

What's worse is that otherwise good Anarchs like Brer Bear are apologists for the fucker! The Archon is a jack-booted thug, the nightstick wielded by the Cam Elders upside our Anarch skulls. How can you be friends with the weapon meant to crush you?

But the worst part? Johnny doesn't have the power to stop the fucker. Johnny ain't got the personal power, the gang power, or the baronial power to stop him. Unless Johnny got really damn lucky, he'd get torped real quick in one-on-one combat. The gang is more about unity and building that bashing heads; seriously, three Malks and a Ventrue, plus three Brujah. Not exactly a combat crew. Maybe if all of Santa Ana got unified to fight him, it'd happen. But it would be tough and more than a couple of us would get torped.

Johnny needs Power. Personal power. The gang needs to be taught how to fight better. Johnny needs to learn more Disciplines. Needs to learn those rumored mystic "combo" Disciplines. Shit, Johnny needs to seriously consider the power of Diablerie.

Random collected thoughts (August 30/31)

August 30
So Johnny heard something about a bunch of Gangrel getting together a few weeks back. Um...what? That can't be a good thing.

Johnny just doesn't get them. They are Independent, so they aren't Camarilla. But they aren't Sabbat or Anarch either. They don't seem to really have a side and fuck all if that isn't confusing. Like, there is that dude, Joe Barclay, that a year ago was one of the brightest lights of the Anarchs. Now, he's claiming he ain't an Anarch and never really was. What the fuck?

So Johnny figures that a bunch of furry Gangrel getting together in some forest or something isn't a good idea on any level. Johnny is having a real hard time thinking that it might actually be a good thing for the Anarchs.

August 31
It's too fuckin' hot around here. When it's still 90 degrees at midnight, it's too hot. Yeah, it does have it's advantages; brings the body temperature up to something much closer to normal mortals for example. But when you don't sweat (and Johnny has already had more than a few problems when some chick is coming down from a good screaming orgasm and suddenly realizes you the guy pumping her snatch for the last hour isn't sweating a drop) people start to look at you funny. Johnny can't wait for it to cool down to something more reasonable.

August 31
Tonight is the monthly Anarch rant down here in the OC. Too much shit happening, and Johnny hopes that something is finally fuckin' resolved. The riceferatu, the Sabbatt, the Ghosthunter crew and as always, the damn Camunists. Maybe, just maybe, something will finally break and something will wrap up and we can focus better on the problems remaining to us.

Journal #8, September 12, 2007

Johnny just don’t get it. How the fuck is it that the Gangrel and the Giovanni get to live free from the Camarilla? Okay, so the Ghost Hunters get away with it because they probably have more money than the Ventrue do. But the furries? How did they pull it off, the whole breaking away business? How do they continue to get away with it? It don’t make a fuck lot of sense.

And what the hell is it with big muckity-muck Cammunists thinking they can be friends with us Anarchs? What, we’re the cool, leather-jacket wearin’, smokin’ in the bathroom cool kids at school and they want to be that way too? Like this fuckin’ Archon, Dominic. He must be pretty powerful to be an Archon, that’s the truth. But what makes him think he can be cool just like us? Doesn’t he have enough poncy Cam-types to be friends with? As a Brujah, does he maybe realize he belongs with us? Did he get tired of pushin’ around wacky Malks and faggot Tories? But fuck-all if Johnny is going to let that fucker continue to hang-out with us. If the Thorn-Anarchs up north in L.A. want to hang out with him, that’s fine. But down here in the OC? Fuck no. That’s a declaration of fuckin’ war. Johnny knows that he ain’t yet got the power in his blood to take this Dominic down in a one-on-one fight. But who the fuck ever said that the Anarchs had to fight fair? That it had to be one-on-one? Naw, Johnny will pull out every fuckin’ lie, cheat, steal and dirty trick to take the fucker down if he comes down to Santa Ana.

Victor, now that wacko is a different case. And if some Cammunist is sympathetic, whatever. But a goddamn Archon thinking he’s all friends with Anarchs? Fuck that.

Journal #7, August 15, 2007

Shit Johnny would like to learn.

More Potence and Celerity. Duh. The better Johnny can throw down Drunken Monkey Boxing, the better for Johnny. And for the gang. And the Nation.

Johnny has heard some rumors about older Brujah being able to do shit like combine Celerity and Potence and do like Neo in “The Matrix” and really beat the crap out of people. Not sure anyone ‘round here knows anything like that though. Maybe Black or Remus. Maybe Bear too.

How to use the blood to entrance chicks. Not that Johnny needs the help or anything, you know, but watching Angel do that to both Maryse and Wykowski, that was fuckin’ awesome. Pretty funny too, watching Wykoski turn all gay and Maryse, germaphobe that she is, suddenly get wet in the panties was hilarious. Bet she had to burn those panties before she crashed out for the day.

Some Auspex. Seeing better in the dark or even seeing those auras would be fuckin’ cool. If Johnny could see a chick’s aura, wow, being able to tell if she’s a bitch or not? Or if she’s on the rag? Seeing how aroused a chick is from across the room ‘cause of her aura? Fuckin’ awesome.

Obfuscate would be cool too. Being able to hide out would be awful fuckin’ handy in certain situations. Johnny knows he ain’t the biggest fish in the sea and sometimes it’s a lot better to simply hide from bigger sharks than challenge them. So some of that hoodoo voodoo would be righteous.

Fortitude. Now that’s something Johnny really gotta learn. Being a vampire is cool and all. ‘Cause really, who else can get filled with lead and not only live, but walk away from it? But seriously, being able to take more punches would be so fuckin’ awesome it’s not even funny. Johnny really, really gotta find someone that can teach him some of that Fortitude shit.

Now, Simon is teaching Johnny some Dominate and it’s pretty fuckin’ cool to tell a chick to “Strip” and she does it, even if it’s in a dirty alley. And then “Suck.” Fuck yeah, that’s hot. And yeah, it’ll be really helpful in handling other mortal shit too.

Other than that? Shit, just get better at what Johnny is already good at. Extend the network of hookers, pimps and strippers. Learn more about the Anarch Nation. That kind of shit. Yeah.

Journal #6, August 5, 2007

Fuckenaye.

So, like, Johnny has been looking for this “Maldito” for a few weeks now, with Sharky. So Johnny is able to figure out that there is this scary dude with buck teeth and hairy pointed ears that the local Mexicans talk about to scare their kids into behaving. And Johnny hears that “Los Effes” have some kind of hook-up with him, some kind of connection. So Johnny is then able to figure out where the gang hangs out. And then it dead ends. They kidnap a bum to torture him, which was seriously fucked up. But Johnny figured hey, they were gonna feed him to the Maldito. Nope. Eventually let’em go and Johnny had to call 911 so he wouldn’t die or nothin’. Had Sharky beat the crap out of the rest of the gang. And that turned into a mistake.

See, two of the gangers escaped Sharky’s fists. And the other two, well, barely able to do anything. The one that could talk wasn’t talking and was calling Sharky the “Maldito.” Then Johnny left and got the car started and apparently Sharky executed the two gangers gangland style and tagged the wall with some other gang sign. Maybe not the best idea, because we went back there that night to look for the other “Los Effes” and the fuckin’ news wall all over it like Lindsey Lohan on cocaine. But Simon, man, Simon figured shit out.

See, being dressed in a suit, he could go right up and pretend to be with the news crews or a reporter or somethin’. And then using his Ventrue hoodoo voodoo, he got “Angel” to come with us. We took him to a hooker-motel and man, Dani didn’t even have to break out the strap-on. Simon made him sing like a canary. Talked about how some chica is the go-between between “Los Effes” and the “Maldito.”

So now it’s time to go talk to that chick.

Journal #5, July 10, 2007

Dude. Watching someone get their head sliced off is a lot fuckin’ cooler in the movies than in person.

So that shovelhead that Sharky pounded the fuck out of was really just a shovelhead, a foot soldier that didn’t even really know what the fuck it was. So it had to die, right? Yeah, he did. Had to.

So with the Gangrel getting so pissy about it, Johnny figures he’s gotta make sure he really is dead, so that no one will question things. Especially since it was the Giovanni that were helping question the shovelhead.

Now, Johnny heard that the Giovanni are into death and shit. Like, they talk to the dead, they collect spirits, shit like that. So Johnny figures that, hey, they are creepy motherfuckers, but Johnny would rather they are on the anarch side that against us. So Johnny says if they want the shovelhead’s soul, cool, take it. Well, they don’t really want it, but the one, Bart, likes to watch people die. His eyes got all freaky when it did happen.

So they start discussing how to kill the shovelhead. It just got real creepy. So Johnny asks if they can maybe do it clean-like. So Bart props up the shovelhead and Vincenzo draws out a cane sword and slices the shovelhead’s head clean off.

And it sure as shit wasn’t as cool as when you see it in the movies. You actually see shit in person that you don’t see on the TV. The blood even looks different, even in a shovelhead without any real blood left in him.

Vincenzo said to think happy thoughts and shit and well, all Johnny could think of was fresh poontang. Sweet, juicy, hot box. Yeah.

Three nights, three chicks. And Johnny is still kinda wierded out by the whole thing.

Journal #4, July 6, 2007

Wow. That was fucked up. Johnny had to stake Sharky. Now, it was to save my own ass, but still, it was messed up.

See, there was this shovelhead perv that was stalking chicks outside of clubs trying to get his fangs in them. Well, we caught up with him and when he tried to make a move, we got in position. Johnny got into the open to try and protect the chick and see what the shovelhead would do. Now, Sharky was supposed to circle around the back and make sure the shovelhead didn’t run. Or if worse came to worse, to surprise the shovelhead from behind and start beating him then. But fuckin’ Sharky, always jumpin’ the gun, started beating the fuck out of the bastard almost from word go. You know that scene in that ‘effed up movie, Pan’s Labyrinth? The one where the captain was beating the nose into that one guy’s face? Caved it in, right? That’s what Sharky was doing to the shovelhead, except with his bare fists. Now Johnny figures we gotta not just ash the shovelhead, that maybe we can interrogate the bastard and if necessary, ash him later. So Johnny pushes Sharky out of the way. Ooops. That was bad. Sharky went all frenzied and shit and before it was all over, Sharky broke my leg, dented my head, and took a chunk out of my neck with his fangs. Sharky is one tough bastard and goddamn fucker can hit harder than a freight train.

So really, what choice did I have? Either get beaten into torpor, get my heart’s blood drained by a frenzied friend, or stake him to get him to stop?

You know, other mother fuckers make fun of Johnny knowing Drunken Monkey. But goddamn if that didn’t save Johnny’s ass. Lured the rampaging bastard in and then staked him out of nowhere. Didn’t even realize what had happened don’t think.

So the shovelhead and Sharky are both staked and in separate storage units waiting for the monthly rant.

Sure as shit hope that Sharky understands what happened and why Johnny did it…

Journal #3, July 1, 2007

The Architects of Freedom. Sounds kinda pompous. But Johnny kinda likes it.

See, Johnny needed to get a gang together. Everyone cool was in a gang. The Song of the Southland is cool. Angel is cool and he’s got a gang, the Jellybats. And, well, if people were going to think Johnny was cool, well, a gang was in order.

So who to invite into the gang? Well, Sharky was obvious. The Doc and Maryse were kinda too. Not too sure about Elaine, but shit, she showed up and was their fuckin’ shadow and would have been too much of a problem to say no to. Crimson finally showed and well, ‘cause Sharky is in the gang she went along with it too.

And then Simon came back, he says from Chicago. Now that’s one cool cat. Motherfucker knows the mortals better than they do and knows the money and politics. Gonna be a real help to Johnny, Santa Ana, the Architects and the Free States.

We needed people that would compliment each other’s abilities, people that could, what’s the fuckin’ world they use at PF’s, “synergize” together. So like, Johnny is like the face man, Sharky and Crimson are the muscle, Doc does the research, Maryse uses the Malkavian Interweb, Elaine manages the finances. Well, Simon’ll probably do that better, but hell, the Song doesn’t have two money guys! And Simon knows mortal politics. Kinda like, you know, the A-Team. Yeah baby!

But that done, we needed a name. Fuck that was hard. Black Rain, Red Rain, Crimson Tide, the Professionals, WTF? More than just being cool, it had to reflect what we are about, and that is supporting the Anarch Nation. We ain’t about claiming turf, we are about the Nation. Well, at least from an Orange County perspective.

So Doc came up with the Architects of Freedom. Maybe a bit too poofy for Sharky, but Johnny likes it. We are going to help build the Nation back into the strong power it was decades ago. We are going to do what is necessary by working together, for the Nation.

Journal #2, June 20, 2007

So, like, Johnny’s been working on a treaty to present to the riceferatu. Or properly, the Kuei-jinn. Whatever. Johnny ain’t showed it to nobody yet, except Remus, Owl and Barclay.

See, the rice-eaters are here and there ain’t a goddamn thing anyone of us can really do about that. Correction. The Nation has enough soldiers to probably wipe the fuckers out. But what happens then? They just send more of them from China, Japan and Korea. In the meantime, what happens to the Anarch Free States? They collapse. ‘Cause while we got the soldiers, we’re gonna take casualties. Serious ones. We get left so weak from a war with the dog-eaters that the Camarilla and the Sabbat roll right over us and go head to head with each other, never you mind what is left of us. ‘Cause there won’t probably be enough of us to really do a goddamn thing about the cammunists or the shovelheads waltzing into our turf, ‘cause we won’t be strong enough to contest their claims.

That was something that San Fran silver-tongued bastard Prince Booker-man said that stuck with Johnny when his oh-so-high-and-mighty descended from San Fran to come to L.A. Become powerful enough and the Camarilla can’t do anything about it. ‘Cause that’s what the Camarilla princes do; they become powerful enough that the other cammunists can’t do anything to stop them becoming prince.

So the kuei-jinn are here and here to stay. They’re up in San Fran and ain’t nobody, not even the high-and-mighty Prince Booker-man can change that. They’re down in Westminster and Garden Grove and nothing short of all out war is going to change that. They got too powerful right under our goddamn noses. The Cam can’t get rid of us and now we can’t get rid of the kuei-jinn.

Johnny just hopes that Remus, Owl and Barclay can help with that treaty and it can get done. That problem needs to get solved so we can make sure the Sabbat don’t fuckin’ ash us.

Journal #1, June 14, 2007

So, like this chick Johnny was talking to at Sharky’s (the bar, not the Anarch), was talking about this wacked out idea of hers, that everyone has a theme song. She claimed hers was “Ooops, I did it again.”

So yeah, Johnny did her. Twice. In the parking lot. Got a pint too.
But it did get Johnny thinkin.’ What would the theme songs be for Rabbit, Owl, Sharky, Remus, all them?

Rabbit would have to be “Bitch” by that Meredith Brooks chick. ‘Cause Rabbit is a bitch. He talks about being tough, and yeah, he kinda is, but what the fuck does he ever actually do except bitch about shit he ain’t gonna do nothin’ about?

Uncle Remus might go hardcore, somethin’ like Atreyu’s “Vampire’s Lament.” ‘Cause he’s a vampire and he’s always, well, he gets fed up with the rest of us. So it would be like him lamenting the fact we just can’t seem to get shit done. Or maybe he gets “Los Angeles” by X. Cause he’s hardcore and he’s L.A.

Owl? Fuck if Johnny knows. He talks to a person that’s not even there, he is Johnny’s best friend one month and then the next he wants to kick Johnny’s ass. He’s willing to cut deals with the Sabbat, but won’t let Cammunists within 10-feet of him in Orange County. Maybe that Gnarls Barkley song, “Crazy.”

The Malks in the gang, the Architects, are easy. “Institutionalized” by Suicidal Tendencies. ‘Cause they’re crazier than shit. Though that Doc guy seems almost normal…he might be craziest of ‘em all.

Sharky might have to go old-school Anarch with “Fuck Authority” by Pennywise. That seems to be his main deal. Why he gets along with Johnny, who the hell knows?

Johnny would have to go with something like “Kung-Fu Fighting” or maybe more modern, like “Pimpin’ Ain’t Easy.” Something like that.

That’s about all Johnny can think of right now. Maybe more later.

Introduction

So, uh, chicks keep asking Johnny if he has a MySpace or Facebook or something. So Johnny thought he'd give it a try, not that he's gonna share this shit with anyone...