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

Mike, meanwhile, is getting a wonderfully good, long, deep sleep... in his dreams, he pictures the scene at the restaurant again, but this time it slows down and he sees the bullet flying at his father.. He also sees that jack@$$ cop sitting at a nearby booth. Moving his father out of the way, he puts the cop where his father was and watches as time resumes and the f*cking jerk gets it instead of his old man...
 

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Malcolm mulls over his thoughts and decides to call T-bull with the info he has come up with. "T-, it's Malcolm. Sorry to bother ya and I hope I'm not interrupting anything. I found my brother packing a Tec-9 and he seemed to think Mayes was on the wrong side of the Lobos. No one else had anything. But I was thinking - I know, that's trouble - but I wonder if some one is trying to rile the gangs up. I mean, ever since that Enron crap, things have been getting more tense. More than I think they should have been - know what I mean?"

If nothing comes of the call, Malcolm will do his school work, kick back and relax watching SportsCenter til about midnight. He's actually waiting for his brother to see if he's okay, until he gets too tired.
 

Jessica's Car, just outside T-Bull's home
Fifth Ward


T-Bull did not share her smile. "That's exactly what has me worried. So, wherever you plan on goin' I'm goin' with you, least for tonight. There's too much goin' on today," he sighed, and then frowned as his phone rang before he could continue.

"Yeah?" T-Bull listened for a moment, his dark eyes hard. "I dunno Malcolm, I can't see why anybody would do that. I'll think about it though. And I'll try to think of something to do about your brother - at least something that would work." The big man paused to snort, and then sighed. "The thing with Fu Kim has me bugged - I'm worried that somebody went after Jess cuz of me. 'Gonna hang with her for a while tonight, but if anything happens just ring me. Later."
 

Malcolm's Apartment
FifthWard


Sports Center lulled him right off to sleep after talking to T-Bull.

MALCOLM's DAY ENDED

T-Bull's home
Fifth Ward


Jessica rolled her eyes. "Well if you insist, T-Bull," she drawled out with a long exaggerated sigh. "I'll leave off going to work for tonight and spend some time with your sorry ass." She grinned, getting out of her car. "I don't spend enough time with you anyway...and I can think of better things that you can do for me other than worrying about someone shooting at me for your sake." She laughed, shaking her mass of black hair and winking at him mischieviously.

T-BULL's DAY ENDED

OOC: Okay just for this day since it was quite an experiment, everyone will get about the same experience points, enough to raise you to level two so update your character sheet. Starting Day Two though, I will be awarding points based on posting frequency and roleplaying. Don't update your wealth yet, I will try and figure out what I want to do with that and let you know tommorrow.
 
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Houston Chronicle - Thursday, December 19, 2002

Houston Chronicle - Thursday, December 19, 2002

BUSINESS

The grand jury investigating Enron has heard testimony about the wife of former Chief Financial Officer Andrew Fastow and her knowledge and control of money the government says was obtained illegally. Sources familiar with the investigation say that among the issues presented was how much control Lea Fastow, herself a former Enron employee, had over funds that the family received through various transactions, including those described in a 78-count indictment against her husband. Prosecutors commonly use the possibility of criminal charges against a spouse, partner or associate to pressure the other. But this recent testimony is the first indication that the Justice Department may be using such tactics.

METROPOLITAN

Yesterday at Fu Kim in the Bellaire Chinatown, gang violence erupted, tearing the small café apart and landing two people in the hospital with one in critical condition. The names of the injured are being withheld by the police for their safety. The police declined to say much about the shooting only that it appeared to be gang-related. Which of the customers was the target, the police have also not released that information. The Houston-bred rapper Michael Mathews was reported to be one of those involved in the shooting and that it is his father that lies in critical condition at Ben Taub hospital under police guard.

HEALTH

Government health officials have confirmed that West Nile can apparently be spread by transfusion and announced that all blood donations will probably be screened for the virus as soon as a test can be developed. The Centers for Disease Control also warned doctors that West Nile can cause acute polio-like paralysis in some cases. Doctors were urged to test patients for West Nile if they report sudden, painless paralysis but do not appear to have had a stroke. West Nile emerged in the United States just three years ago. The CDC has reported more than 1,640 human cases of West Nile virus so far this year, including 80 deaths. The weak and elderly are especially vulnerable to the virus, which can cause encephalitis, a potentially lethal inflammation of the brain. The screening process could prove tricky because West Nile is not like other diseases screened out of the blood supply. For one thing, West Nile is much harder to detect than a virus such as HIV because there are relatively small amounts of West Nile virus in tainted blood. Another complication is that because West Nile usually spends several days in the blood before symptoms show up, infected people may not immediately produce antibodies to fight West Nile. That means a screening test would have to search not for the antibodies for the virus itself, a much more difficult task.

SPORTS

Norfolk Admirals at Aeros at 7 p.m. today, 7:30 p.m. Saturday; Compaq Center.


FILM & TV

With its special-purpose entities, mark-to-market accounting and other arcana, the Enron story seems to defy lucid treatment by Hollywood. But some say it can be done, by using the corporate scandal as only a backdrop to a story about a few characters caught up in the debacle. CBS will make the first try on Jan. 5, when it airs The Crooked E: the Unshredded Truth about Enron. Fox's cable channel, FX, says it hopes to shoot a movie about Enron next year. Whether the movies are any good remains to be seen, but the scandal certainly has the stuff of which a great movie can be made, said Jim Ragan, director of the University of Southern California's professional writing program.
 
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Good Morning Everyone!

Malcolm’s Apartment
Fifth Ward
6:30am


Malcolm awoke to the smell of fresh bacon and eggs. He was still lying on the couch where he had fallen asleep waiting for his brother to come home. He could see his mom in the kitchen making breakfast and already dressed to head out to her job at the local boutique. She looked weary and spent.

“Wake up, Malcolm. Get in the shower and I’ll have breakfast waiting for you.” The pan clanged on the stove. “If you see your brother at school…” Her lips tightened and she didn’t finish her sentence.

OOC: MALCOLM


Lamar’s Apartment
Fifth Ward
6:30am


“Get up, honey,” Lamar’s mom called out sweetly, shaking her son’s shoulder. “You’ve got to get up if you want to get to school in time. Today’s your last day of finals.” She shook her head at the books scattered about. “Just a few more hours honey, and you can start your vacation.” Her hand touched his forehead gently and she smiled affectionately at him. “You work too hard, boy.”

OOC: LAMAR

Carlos’ Townhouse
Rice University Area
7:00am


The knocking at the door coupled with the ringing of his phone woke Carlos out of his dreams. Caller-ID identified it as Amy Nguyen and he remembered that she was supposed to bring him breakfast to get him out of bed if he behaved.

OOC: CARLOS

T-Bull’s Home
Fifth Ward
7:00am


The smell of momma’s cooking brought T-Bull out of his uneasy dreams to the feeling of a warm body beside him. Jessica was still fast asleep on her stomach, soft snoring indicating that she wasn’t about to get up anytime soon. T-Bull was pretty sure her parents would probably throw yet another fit about their daughter spending a few nights in his bed of late. But they rarely got a chance to see each other with her leaving for Harvard Law School every Fall and only returning to do her internships during the breaks.

OOC: T-BULL

Mike’s Home
Sweetwater, SugarLand
8am


The sun pouring in through the window snapped Mike out of his pleasant dreams of the cop’s demise. Reality still struck though. The house was still quiet, devoid of his father’s usual morning routine of breakfast, gardening, and whatever hobby his dad had picked up lately. His father’s latest hobby, collecting bugs, wasn’t any better than any of the others. At least he stopped with the stamps and with the bizarre fascination with the X-Files memorabilia. The light blinked on the telephone indicating that he had messages waiting for him. One was Amy Nguyen letting him know that his father was doing much better. One was his agent asking him about yesterday and to call her immediately. The rest was reporter after reporter requesting in interview.

OOC: MIKE

Ferris’s Apartment
Bellaire Chinatown
8am


The pain echoing in his head wasn’t at all remotely pleasant as Ferris found himself still sprawled on the floor where apparently he had spent most of the night. There was no sign of his rather violent and less than friendly visitor, although a reminder of his assignment was scrawled on the wall in barely legible handwriting, ”Find your father or die in his place”, wasn’t exactly a cheerful morning greeting.

OOC: FERRIS

Mayes Apartment
Fifth Ward
9am


Misty awoke to a quiet household. There didn’t seem to be much noise and the child wasn’t in bed. Although that wouldn’t be a surprise since she should be in school. Sun streamed in everywhere and sleeping on the cot gave her all kinds of aches and pains. Anything was better than a crowded shelter or the cold streets. Nobody seemed to be at home though and she couldn’t find Mayes anywhere in the house.

OOC: MISTY
 

Mike gets showered, eats a quick breakfast, and then decides to call his agent after checking the paper. 'Hmf.. least they're not saying I was one'a the shooters.'
"Ring, Ring"

OOC: Kitana, about my lvling up I have a few questions to Ask you so I e-mailed them.
 

Mayes Apartment
Fifth Ward
9am


Hmmm, Mayes isn't here, strange. Not like him. Ah well, he's probarly getting his kid to school. I'll make him some breakfast.

Misty'll look around to see if she can find any sign of the old man eating, or leaving, if she thinks he hasn't eaten yet, she'll make hin a nice breakfast for when he comes back.
 

Malcolm stretches and tries to work out the kinks from another night on the couch. At his mom's comment, Malcolm heads into the kitchen and gives her a big hug and murmurs, "I know, momma, I know."

Malcolm puts his cell on the charger and grabs a quick shower and gets his gear, including the cell. On a whim, he checks out Jeffrey's room, looking for scrawled notes or something crumbled in the trash. This isn't a thorough search just a looking for clues for 15 seconds kind of thing. 'Man, I feel awful about rooting through here, but there might be some idea of what's going on.' Malcolm will leave things where they were, unless he finds a clue, which he will keep.

He then head into the kitchen for breakfast,then off to school.

OOC: Kit, it's Thursday, isn't it? The Paper has Wednesday. (Concerned there was a Groundhog day thing going).
 

Carlos’ Townhouse
Rice University Area
7:01am


Thanks to some God-given painkillers, Carlos slept like a baby. In fact, he seems to have slept right through his alarm. That or Amy had the piece of mind to turn it off before she left. He could barely remember. Not that it mattered -he wouldn't be going in to work that day and he could hardly use his UBE or his bowflex with a hole in his shoulder.

Still groggy, he fumbles for the phone, drops it, and has to lean halfway out of his bed to where it lay on automatic Talk. Rolling back over and mumbling curses in spanish, he pulls it to his ear,

"I swear I should have been a ballerina, " he says breathlessly, stretching, scratching, and yawning at the same time, "Is that Krispy Kreme I smell, or your lovely new perfume?"
 

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