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

[Krizzel]

T-Bull’s Home
Fifth Ward
7:00am

T-Bull snuggled closer to Jessica for a few minutes, indulging in the desire to feel warm and comfortable and loved. Jess was a ray of sunshine that seemed to brighten the whole house up, and even the neighborhood too. Even with the house as cramped as it was, it still felt empty with his little sister away at U of H most of the year.

She was better off there, though. It was more than time that he got Momma outta here too, but he wasn't sure she would leave without him, even if they could have afforded it. T-Bull had been thinking about that a lot, lately. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to move away - certainly he hated Jessica having to come through here to see him. Maybe if the police weren't so impotent it would've been better - they always seemed to arrive after the trouble instead of before.

With a sigh, T-Bull squeezed Jessica and kissed her on the cheek before climbing out of bed with a yawn and heading to the bathroom for a quick shower. He couldn't leave Fifth Ward, at least anytime soon. Who else was gonna stand up to the gangs if T-Bull didn't take the lead? There were too many people here depending on him for him to quit now.

 

[Krizzel]

T-Bull’s Home
Fifth Ward
7:20am

Refreshed and with the stubble on his head and chin cleanly shaved off. Slipping into a clean set of work coveralls, T-Bull stopped to check on Jessica again and make sure the alarm was set for her before heading out to the kitchen.

The smells coming to him were wonderful, and he chuckled thinking of the dorm food his sister was probably eating right now. There were some good things about still living at home. If only there was a way to combine the hearty goodness of soul food with his new favorite, Vietnamese, that would be heaven. Well, if it wasn't absolutely awful.

"Hi Momma," the big man greeted, walking over to give his mother a kiss. "D'ya sleep well?"

 

[KitanaVorr]

Mike’s Home
Sweetwater, SugarLand

"Hello?" came the very femine if a bit oily sounding voice that was his agent, the ruthless Carla Rodriguez. Then caller ID clicked in. "Mike, Mike, Mike!" she oozed out fairly dripping all kinds of sugary goodness. "How are you? How is your father? I have been fielding calls all day. They want interviews...all of them...the newspapers, the tv reports, the talk shows! So we'll just get you right on the air immediately to make a statement to the press."

OOC: MIKE

 

[KitanaVorr]

Mayes Apartment
Fifth Ward

Misty walked around the entire apartment, but no sign of the old man was there. Just as she neared a window, she heard two voices arguing quietly, one of which she recognized as Mayes.

"Please...can't you give me more," the old man was pleading, sounding as if he was near tears. "She's in the hospital...and the bills, they are going to be so high. Just a little more."

A smooth rather cheerful voice interrupted him. "Mr. Mayes...when we made the offer yesterday that was before we realized the liability of your little place here. Its a gang infested area. I'm sorry but I can only offer 50% of what I did yesterday."

There was a sharp intake of breath and a broken response from Mayes. "Fine...take it...take it all, you vultures."

OOC: MISTY

 

[KitanaVorr]

Malcolm’s Apartment
Fifth Ward

His mom hugs him back tightly. "You just take care of yourself, Malcolm...Jeffery..." she sighed wearily. "Jeffery...I don't know what to do about him." Sniffing, she plated the food. "Now eat and get ready for school, young man."

Breakfast filled his stomach mightily, afterwards fortifying him for invading his brother's privacy. Jeffery's room was a mess, their mom long ago giving up on trying to clean it herself or get him to clean it himself.

If Jeffery had a trashcan, he was using it to store random things and his room to store the actual trash. It stunk like gym socks and sweaty gym shorts.

Something poking out from underneath the bed caught his eye as if it had be hastily shoved in there and not completely hidden as it should have been normally. It was a large zippered bag and inside it contained about ten grand of cold hard cash and a modified Tec-9 Pistol with the gun's serial number filed off. It looked like it had recently been fired. That made the total up to two guns that his brother had in his possession so far.

OOC: MALCOLM

 

[KitanaVorr]

Carlos’ Townhouse
Rice University Area

"Is that Krispy Kreme I smell, or your lovely new perfume?"

Amy's rather sarcastic alto came rumbling through the phone. "Must be my new perfume because I brought you something infinitely more healthy. Bagels with some no-fat strawberry cream cheese."

She rapped on the door. "Open up and let me in. Did you take your medicine?"

OOC: CARLOS

 

[KitanaVorr]

T-Bull’s Home
Fifth Ward

"Hey baby," his mom greeted him warmly. "How did you sleep? I could hear you two half the night. If only I was still that young. That Mr. Roberts in 21A, he's just taking his time. He knows he wants some of this." She gives a shake of her rather ample booty as she handed him a plate piled with a hearty southern breakfast of eggs, ham, and plenty of bacon and sausages. "There's some toast in the oven," she informed him, turning back to prepare some more for Jessica even though T-Bull knew that Jess much preferred white rice and a few pickled vegetables for her morning meal.

OOC: TBULL

 

[Velenne]

Carlos’ Townhouse
Rice University Area

Carlos rolls up to a seated position and takes his prosthesis out of its case. Amy can hear him struggling to strap it on with his good arm. Meanwhile, he's chatting it up, the remnants of sleep quickly leaving his voice,

"Mmm, nothing says down-home cookin' like non-fat strawberry cream cheese. Since when have you had to worry about your girlish figure? Personally, my girlish figure takes all kinds of work but that's a whole other kind of prosthesis."

He stands up, throws on a robe over his boxers without tying it, and goes over to the door. He clicks off the phone as he approaches the peep hole and takes a look through.

"You didn't bring that gorgeous detective with you, did you? I don't know if I could compete with such charm."

He opens the door and leans against the door frame. It's his first whiff of his own day-old body odor, contrasted sharply by her femininity.

"Make yourself at home, I need to take a shower."

 

[Keia]

Malcolm’s Apartment
Fifth Ward

Bewildered for several moments, Malcolm walked to his room and closed the door quietly. He then picked up the phone (making sure no one was on it and called T-Bull. 'Man, I think I could dial this number in my sleep,' Malcolm thought.

Assuming T-Bull answers Malcolm quietly asks, "T-, this is Malcolm, would you be able to give me a lift to school today? There's some serious crap here at the apartment I think you should see. I'm in Jeffrey's room and I found another TEC-9 and this one looks modified and about 10K cold. I'd rather Mom not find out until we know what's going on. I need some advice, but I've got to get to school, too"

 

[KitanaVorr]

Carlos’ Townhouse
Rice University Area

Amy wrinkled her nose as she closed the door behind and settled into the kitchen. "I second that, doctor. You smell like a day old sandwich." Her physican's eye went over him critically to make sure he hadn't over extended himself and when she was satisfied, she let him go take his shower while she got breakfast all set up.

"Why? He wasn't just wonderful to you?" Amy replied with a shake of her head as she rummaged around in
Carlos fridge. "Do you men ever shop for food?" she asks trying to find something that wasn't smelly, expired, or just plain gross.

OOC: CARLOS