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

Johnson's Neighborhood Garage
Fifth Ward
3:20 pm


Lamar followed Malcolm to the sink to wash up, and then rushed to make sure he got his share of the pizza. Snagging a slice, he joined the conversation.

"Wait, you mean the neighborhood isn't ruined already?" asked Lamar. He had a look on his face that said he was half joking, half serious.
 
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Johnson's Neighborhood Garage
Fifth Ward
3:20 pm


"Yeah..." A dark look crossed T-Bull's face for a moment after the old man's words, then he sighed and picked his pizza back up.

"It's the Lobos, Malcolm. Or I'd bet it was them, anyway. There were some Panthers who lived in Mayes' building - though, of course," the big man added with a humorless smirk, "none of 'em got hit. Probably weren't even around."

"But if Lamar needs a reminder," he went on, brightening just a bit, "maybe we should go take a look after you two finish up that Ford. I'd like to know who's pokin' their nose too close to my 'hood."
 
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Johnson's Neighborhood Garage
Fifth Ward
3:20 pm


"Sure, T-Bull," Lamar replied. "I know I sure wouldn't want you sniffing after me." He flashed a smile at the big guy.
 
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Johnson's Neighborhood Garage
Fifth Ward
3:20 pm


"Yeah, I'll bet not. 'Specially after my Viet Vo Dao lesson last night," T-Bull quipped before shoving half a slice of pizza into his mouth.
 

FU KIM Restaurant, Front Room
Bellaire Chinatown, DIHO Mall


"Pretty much after you get past the 2-ton of muscle that he is," Jessica agreed with a laugh as she leaned back in her seat. Thunking her feet up on the chair beside her, she crossed her ankles while her sister frowned.

"He still lives at the same place I believe, with his mom," she added, taking a sip out of her sister's water. "If you want to see him or her, that is."

Amy sighed but didn't comment.
 

Johnson's Neighborhood Garage, Kitchen
Fifth Ward


"You plan on gettin' yourself into more trouble, T?" Old Man Johnson grumbled unhappily, wiping his pizza-greased fingers on a nearby napkin. "Don't your momma tell you not to git involved with the panthers and lobos' business? Mark my words, T. Yer gonna get sucked right back again and you ain't never gonna make it out. Not dis time."

He grabbed the bigger younger man by the edge of his ear, giving it a little twist. "And draggin' youngsters into this. Boy, your momma's gonna whoop your ass till it turn as purple as a blueberry."
 

Johnson's Neighborhood Garage, Kitchen
Fifth Ward
3:20 + pm


Malcolm finds that his mouth is currently not filled with pizza and adds his two cents, "We're not going ganging, Mr. J., we're just gonna walk through the neighborhood. Hopefully, that will help keep the unwanted and un-needed out of it. 'Course that Ford comes first."

Malcolm washes down the pizza with some water, and cleans up himself and where he ate. Malcolm smirks at the thought of cleaning up from dinner to go get dirty in the garage. That's the way it is though.
 

FU KIM Restaurant, Front Room
Bellaire Chinatown, DIHO Mall


"Still down in the fifth is he? I thought he was going to be a pro football player for sure. Or a racecar driver. T loved his cars."

Carlos sits back in his chair and grins at Amy, "Ya, I wouldn't mind stopping by to see him sometime. You know, if I don't get some of that chicken I'm smelling, I think I'll collapse, " he says, patting his stomach. He turns his head to see what all the girls are making so much noise over. Autographs? They must think the white guy with the bleached hair is Eminem. Hell, he might be -Carlos never liked rap music. He had always been true to his Latin roots until he got bit by the techno bug. Too bad his work kept him from clubbing as much as he used to.
 

FU KIM Restaurant, Front Room
Bellaire Chinatown, DIHO Mall
3:55pm


The food filled their stomachs with warmth and contentment. Carlos smiled and spoke with the women at his table, completely engaged in conversation while Ferris filled the glasses with water, catching Amy's puzzled look. Jessica barely noticed her sister, also absorbed in the conversation, but Amy turned her head slightly as if she heard something outside.

In the other table, Mike also caught Amy's look but his father was completely absorbed in the pretty girls. Will smiled and preened with them, telling them every story about baby Mike that he could think of, most of which were quite embarrassing.

No one noticed the brown-gold Toyota corolla streak down the driveway between the mall shops and the parked cars. As it came closer to the café the car slowed down and one back window slide downwards.

The Tec-9 machine pistol gleamed in the afternoon sunlight before letting loose a deadly round of fire upon the café, shattering the glass windows with a frightening crash. The bullets came extremely close to many of the patrons, some too frightened to even scream.

Carlos felt something knocking him backwards out of his chair, sharp indescribable pain filtering through the shock of the bullet’s impact. (Carlos takes 4 damage.) Jessica dove for the floor, trying to push her sister out of the way.

OOC: Sorry everyone missed their spot rolls and the shooter rolled a 19 for initiative. CARLOS, MIKE, FERRIS. What do you do?

INITIATIVE
Stranger (Shooter) 20
Jessica 18
Carlos 14
Mike 12
Ferris 8
Will 8
Stranger (Driver) 7
Amy 3
 
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Mayes Tenement Building
Fifth Ward
3:56pm


Having finished their meals and despite the tsking of Old Man Johnson, T-Bull, Lamar, and Malcolm make their way to the tenement building run by the man called Leonard Mayes. The streets have a mix of young children still playing games in the streets and the older children who looked as if they were junior members of the local gangs.

The Mayes building stood in the bit of Fifth Ward closest to downtown. It had definitely seen better days and the smell coming from it wasn’t pleasant at all. Mayes had a reputation for being one of the nicest landlords, having let many a street hawker stay over, and yet one of the worst because he could never fix anything. There was always something broke in the Mayes building.

Outside a young girl sat on the steps, playing with her battered doll. Her skin was a beautiful tan color, her hair long and curly. She glanced up as the three men approached the building.
 

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