[d20 Modern] Gangs of Texas [PG-17] IC

[KitanaVorr]

T-Bull's House
Fifth Ward
9:00 pm

"ARgggghhhaaaahhhh!!!"

The loud cry echoed through the house and even those posessing the most stalwart of nerves stepped back away from the powerful man who uttered it. T-Bull's faced carved into stunning visual of pain, fear, and fury as one large fist slammed into wall.

"Jess...damn her..."

T-Bull's mother stepped out from the kitchen to comfort her son as Tommy would do for Kia. Though no amount of comforting seemed to dispel the palpable funeral air that hung around the home now.

Jason, pale of face, managed to compose himself enough to ask Sgt. Kramer and Tommy some more questions about the accident scene, all of which Kramer seemed happy to oblige with. The stout sergeant looked distinctly uncomfortable, but there drifted a strong sympathetic echo in his eyes.

Suddenly even as the words fell out of the man's mouth, the description of the boy that Tommy and Kramer saw running away from the bloody scene shook Malcolm to his very core. Could it possibly? No...yet...

"The police are on scene as we speak," Kramer assured Carlos and the others. He hesitated slightly before adding, "Detective Mickey Barton got the case."

Jason's brow slashed as he gave Kramer a long silent stare and T-Bull growled like a feral dog licking its lips for his next victim.

OOC: KIA, TOMMY, CARLOS, MIKE, LAMAR, MALCOLM, AMY but TCW is still in the car

 

[Fanog]

T-Bull's House
Fifth Ward
9:00 pm

Kia cringed under the sound of her brother's roar. She closed her eyes forcefully, hoping to shut it all out. She gave a startled shake at hearing his fist connect to the wall, forcing her to look at him. With another shake, sluggish, she found out that a young man stood close to her, she hadn't heard him approaching.

Kia looked at him through a curtain of loose braids, and could vaguely remember that he had asked her something. She started to nod, but changed half-way into slowly shaking her head. Looking awfully lost, she shrugged before resting her head on her knees.

 

[Catulle]

T-Bull's House
Fifth Ward
9:00 pm

Shut it down, lock it away. Don't panic, don't give up. It's what they want. (Is this rational?) Jason has it under control, trust Jason - family's family. (They know where you live.) There's no body, they don't know what happened. She isn't dead, she isn't dead, she isn't dead. (Or is she?)

Focusing inward, Amy held onto her emotions, straining to keep the facade intact. Discipline struggled with the pull entropy, threatening to tear loose her grasp on the reality of the situation. She knew that she was staring, dumbfounded, at the people around her as they scampered about the room; a hundred possibilities and courses of action opened and closed themselves and she simply watched in a parody of analysis. At the back of her mind, she hoped she had her mouth shut.

The tears streaked her face. She shut them out.

...and everywhere, the ceremony of innocence is drowned

 

[Keia]

Malcolm listened to the explanations of the police officers, nerves that they were there for him and Lamar quickly diminished - to be swept away with the possible loss of Jessica.

T-Bull's scream of emotion brought another jumble of thought to Malcolm - wanting to be close to his friend to comfort him but afraid of the potential rage yet to surface.

The blood and the description of who was fleeing the scene linked quickly in Malcolm's mind to the scene he found when he got home earlier, the blood rings in the bathtub and sink. Malcolm quickly looked to see if his momma was around, hoping she did not hear the description of the boy fleeing. Malcolm felt torn to mention the items that he wanted to bring up earlier, knowing now they implicate his brother so badly.

For the moment, Malcolm was silent - dealing with his grief, compassion, and fear as best as he could - alone. . .

 

[Nuke261]

T-Bull's House
Fifth Ward
9:00 pm

Tommy tensed at T-Bull's roar of anger. He had met him before and been impressed by the power he had. If he cut loose, Tommy did not want to be caught off guard. He knew T-Bull to be a pretty good kid, but situations like these did not bring out the best in people.

Still tending to the girl, Tommy kept his eyes scanning the others, trying to read the mood of the room. The academy had not prepared him for situations as intense as this.

 

[Fanog]

T-Bull's House
Fifth Ward
9:00 pm

Kia picks herself up and slowly drags herself over to the living room. The young man was still next to her, but his presence wasn't exactly comforting. As she stands in the doorway to the living room, her eyes dwell on those present. She hesitates in going anywhere, but finally settles on the chair that T-Bull had occupied earlier. What seemed so long ago now...

She seats herself and hangs forward in the chair, elbows resting on her knees.

"Amy..." The single word is full of compassion, but nothing else passes Kia's lips. There's really nothing more she can say.

 

[Velenne]

T-Bull's House
Fifth Ward
9:00 pm

Watching Amy cry was just too much, oh and here comes Kia crying too. He could never take watching women cry. There was just something so 'innocence lost' about it. It didn't even have to be women he knew- random ones could flip the Protector switch inside him to the On position with a little optic precipitation.

Carlos pushes himself out of the couch and drops down in front of Amy. Putting his hands on her shoulders, he slowly pulls her into a hug. Pretty soon, he's leaking right along with the rest of them. For what it's worth, he tries to sound convincing as he whispers encouraging words to her.

 

[Catulle]

T-Bull's House
Fifth Ward
9:00 pm

At his touch, Amy became more aware of the scene about her. Automatically, before she really understood what she was doing, she wrapped her arms about his torso. The heat of his body, heat dependent on blood...

She looked at him, and in seeing his tears, she noticed her own. She nodded to his words, though they were too soft-spoken for her to truly make out. Slowly, she reached one hand for her bag, fumbling about the inside for a packet of tissues. She brushed past the alarm, the phone, the car keys - each a reminder of the day's terrible momentum, before locating her prize.

She pulled free one, and daubed the moisture from her face. With a sheepish smile to Carlos, she offered his the rest of the packet. "Sorry," she whispered.

She kept one arm about Carlos and smoothed out her hair before speaking, a forced calm behind her voice, "Jason, we're... I'mjust a distraction to you here. You should do what you can, with your connections. Don't feel like you have to be here if you think you'd find out more elsewhere; we have to know for sure, if..." She looked to the officers, vacillating between one and the other before putting her question to the air "Has anybody told Mom and Dad, yet?"

She stole a wary glance at T-Bull as she spoke, noting Malcolm's distance and Kia's look to her. She fluttered a weak smile across her face in return.

 

[Velenne]

Game Ressurection!

T-Bull's House
Fifth Ward
9:00 pm

Carlos continues to console Amy and himself...