Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Sneaking 'cross country

So it took just over a week to get across country.

See, Krieger Klein put out a Call to both Anarchs and Brujah to come help out against a Sabbat assault. How could Johnny say no?

But the problem is that Johnny is wanted by the FBI and has no cash. So Johnny had to hitchhike and sneak on buses. That was not fun at all. Fuck, but Greyhound buses smell. Not as bad as the bus stations though. Goddamn those stink. Really easy to feed and all, but when you actually have to stow in the luggage for a few hours, you really get to appreciate First Class.

So it took a little more than a week to do it. Saw some of the worst of humanity, but it's gonna be nothing compared to seeing the worst of Kindred. Trained and patrolled with Krieger earlier in the summer and tangled a time or three, but it ain't gonna be nothing like the major push they are supposedly gonna launch any night now. Gonna see the worst of us all and Johnny has gotta kill 'em, or be killed.

Sunday, August 23, 2009

More trouble at home

The crap just never gets better.

So Johnny was able to figure out which girl was the one that had to have made the accusations. Turns out everything about her was fake, not just her hair color or her tits (graduation present from daddy). Her driver's license came back fake. Her Social Security number turned out to be fake. Everything we dug up, fake. Hell, her SSN turned out to link up with some middle-aged woman up north.

So we track back to the producer that fucked up. Turns out he's dead. Freshly murdered hours before we get there. Probably a damn trap too, 'cause the cops showed up minutes after Johnny and Simon did.

Gonna have to get out of town for a while, 'cause this shit is too much. Afraid that Johnny is going to have to call in that favor with Prince Gideon daVinci up north just to solve this problem and Johnny don't want to have to do that. Fuck.

Thursday, July 16, 2009

C.R.E.A.M.

Gotta be honest, it's been kinda hard to live suddenly without cash.

The accounts have been essentially on lockdown because of that stupid ass court order that doesn't make any damn sense at all. Now, all the bills essentially are all taken care of, and there aren't any mortage or car payments or nothing. And not needing to actually eat certainly buts down on expenses.

But gas for an Escalade gets kinda expensive. And it's hard to buy drinks behind the velvet rope when your cards are locked down.

Thank god for not only Johnny's mad skills honed over the last few years, but also those special abilities that come from being a vampire. Damn, but the ability to manipulate mortals through their emotions or just telling 'em what to do has certainly made the last few weeks a lot easier. It's not really cool. And Johnny isn't totally comfortable making a gas station attendant open up the pump so Johnny can fill 'er up. But it's kinda like, what the hell else is Johnny supposed to do? Johnny wouldn't ever do this kinda crap unless Johnny had to. It's not like Johnny is abusing the shit out of things by stealing cars and computers and robbing banks or something. But Johnny has to get gas for the cars, and Johnny has to maintain at least some kind of appearances.

Fuck, but it's not cool at all. But until the court order is dropped and the Sabbat is driven off or killed, Johnny doesn't feel like there's any real options.

Friday, July 10, 2009

A Lysander Anarch?

So Sophie Lysander is apparently now an Anarch.

WTF?

Now, she came down to visit and talk to Johnny about a month ago. A bit of a surprise, but hey, it was all good. Did a lot of talking actually.

She went back north and apparently got into some sort of a tangle, with a Tremere or something. She then claimed to be an Anarch. The Cammies up north think she did it because she was trying to avoid paying any price for the dust-up.

That's fucking stupid. Going Anarch, especially a Ventrue going Anarch, is really more of a punishment in a heavily Cam city. You've either have to be a moron or desperate to do it.

And the Anarchs are really unsure about it too, but that's normal and natural.

Johnny just don't know what to think either. Johnny wants to believe all those talks about The Movement stirred something in her dead heart, but how is Johnny to know if it's real or not? She could be just doing this to save her own ass, or doing it to infiltrate the Anarchs for her daddy, Deacon Lysander (who's a right prick).

Just gonna have to wait and see and not trust her with too much.

Monday, June 22, 2009

Damn Sabbat

So the damn Sabbat are making serious attacks. Why? Apparently because we allow the damn Camarilla to travel through our borders to fight them in San Diego.

So the fuckers have ambushed us at least twice and managed to twist our mortal influences around to the point that they managed gang sweeps, hooker sweeps, got reporters to link Simon to bullshit, the paternity suit and got several of Johnny's girls paperwork changed to make them underage. Which they weren't.

Which of course leads to Johnny having the personal and corporate accounts being frozen. Fuck.

Gonna track those bastards down and kill 'em all.

Oh the plus side though, is the fact that all this has led to Johnny making more contacts. Like Krieger Klein, who Johnny knew. But Krieger is gonna help us all out, teaching shit like Blindfighting and Sabbat Lore so we know how to kill 'em even better.

But damn it. The fucking ATM ate Johnny's card earlier tonight. Goddamn fucking shovelheads.

Friday, June 19, 2009

Book's Party, part two

So part two is not actually about the party. It's about Tristan.

Motherfucker.

Goddamn siler-tongued bastard.

So he went and ratted out Saul, and really, the rest of the Brujah. Thought it was actually Jacen Pompeii that made the call. Actually did it to fuck over not only Jacen, but also Justicar Pascek.

Now, Johnny don't really care about all that Camarilla bullshit. But again, Tristan is all big on this brotherhood thing and HE FUCKING SOLD OUT BROTHERS!!!!

He's denying it of course. And he figured a small local Rant and Gauntlet would solve the problem. But it's not. Too many Brujah want his ass dead.

Kinda incredible how he's managed to sway the locals, turn it into an "us" versus "them" thing. A locals versus everyone else and it got them on his side. Never mind his guilt or anything, that's not important. It's just another example of the Justicar and his office hating NorCal.

Fuck them. Fuck Tristan. Fuck Rosentard. May they both die in fires. Or even better, have their fucking souls sucked out by someone far better then they are.

Friday, May 29, 2009

Prince Book's Party, part one

So first, the non-Brujah drama and shit.

Didn't close the deal. The Assbiters attacked and kidnapped an Archon and nearly wacked Petronius, the Toreawhore Justicar. Everyone was wound so fuckin' tight it was crazy. Honestly surprised they even allowed us Anarchs in, except for the fact that we've all been there before so they knew us.

Spent a lot of time with this one Ventrue chick, Sophie Lysander. If she weren't crazy or accused of killing a bunch of Anarchs (like she did that, there's no way some headcase Ventrue wacked all those Anarchs), she'd be pretty damn cool. After all, she was saying on the third night of the party that she was gonna buy Johnny a private plane. Now while that'd be cool and all, Johnny'll believe it when it shows up on the fuckin' tarmac with the Gated Community Productions logo on the tail. She did have a cool little piece of piano music that was kinda cool, ain't heard nothin' like it before. And she did interest Johnny, since she kinda ran hot and cold. Obviously flirty for a while, then Johnny had to leave for something, then would come back and she'd be the Ice Queen. Didn't get that, but it was a cool change of pace from the usual disdain or drool, you know?

What else? Let's see...talked with Prince Book and Prince Gideon DaVinci about two separate deals for things.

Oh yeah! Johnny gave Petronius one of the expensive hand-crafted Chang Wangs. He took it and said he's put it in an honored place on his night stand. Then Johnny told him that Princess Jenna knew all about the Chang Wangs, so to ask her for more information. Fuckin' epic dude! It was totally awesome. Just went up to the old queer and gave him the glass dildo. And just totally took it. Awesome. Even Prince Book said that Johnny could say proudly that "Prince Book gladly took the Chang Wang." Fuck yeah!

Now, the Brujah drama...that's another entry 'cause that's a lot of shit.

Monday, April 27, 2009

A.B.C.

There's a right fuckin' bastard Johnny is gonna take care of. Oh yeah. Always. Be. Closing.

Going to Prince Book's party

So Prince Book's big annual shindig is coming up in a few weeks now, about a month, yeah? Looks like it might suck this time around. Some fuckin' costume party Saturday night? What the fuck? Goddamn, if you are so fuckin' bored with being five hundred fuckin' years old, just lay down and take a fuckin' nap for about a hundred years and wake up and see what it's like then. 'Cause if you have to dress if stupid-ass costumes for a damn party (unless it's awesome leather/latex for an orgy/bondage/fetish party, but that's different) you're too goddamn old or you're too much of a damn loser.

About the only thing maybe interesting is that is seems like a bunch of Brujah from around the country are flyin' in to talk a lot of shit for the clan. Not exactly sure what, but Johnny'll see then, right? Plus it'll be cool to finally see the faces that belong to these damn emails Johnny been reading for a couple of years now. Might even party with some of 'em.

But other than that? Pissant Tower parties, all fluff and circumstances and pomp, but not a goddamn good time for anyone to have. Maybe if Johnny did fang it might be better, but Johnny doubts it. The kind of arrogance and conceitedness most of those bitches have is more of a turn-off than a fuckin' open herpes blister on half the mouth.

But, Johnny is goin' anyway. There is the clan shit, plus Johnny is always hoping to come across more Anarchs or borderline Tower types that can be swayed the Anarch way. And for Gated Community Productions, it was a treasure trove of "Suicide Girl" types and even a few girl next doors. So that's always good.

But Johnny might have to punch someone through the face if someone asks Johnny to dance or some fuckin' poofy thing.

Trading and sharing help

It's kinda strange how little us Anarchs really trust each other and in turn, share with each other. Sometimes we're too goddamn paranoid for our own good. Johnny figures our best advantage is our willingness to help each other out. Sometimes that means trading tricks and disciplines as they are called.

Seriously, it's one of the edges we might actually have in the fight. How many Ventrue have super strength? How many Brujah can throw magic out there? How many Nosferatu have super speed? You know? It's that kinda thing that's our big edge, 'cause it just ain't expected from us. Let's be honest, a lot of us Anarchs are "younger" than a good many of the Tower licks. We just don't have the power in our blood to beat them at their own games. Johnny might be super fuckin' strong, but that strength ain't gonna win any arm wrestling contests with Jacen fuckin' Pompeii. You know? So we gotta be more clever than that. We gotta be more sneaky than that. We gotta be the Brujah with Dominate. The Malkavians with Potence. The Nosferatu with Presence. Throw a fuckin' curve ball or three at the Tower and see what happens. Keep them on their toes, keep them from having all the advantages, all the edges.

Yeah, there are plenty of Tower types with extra tools, but fuck man, that means at the least we gotta keep up with them. At the least, we gotta find new mixes, we gotta get more clever and sneaky. It ain't all just about being strong, tough and fast. It's the bastard you don't expect to have the tricks that we should aspire to be like.

It ain't about collecting disciplines like fuckin' baseball cards. It's about fuckin' survival. And maybe, just fuckin' maybe, even winning once in a while.