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.
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