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

[Velenne]

University of Texas Medical School - Houston Virology Lab
Houston Medical Center

Carlos can do nothing but shake his head. Maybe it's the drugs, or maybe he's still shaken from last night, or maybe it's that little bit of Fifth Ward coming out inside him, but at that moment the small boy who became a respected doctor feels a little out of his league...and it pisses him off.

"If it's that important, then to hell with procedure! If it's not, then why did you bring me down here in the first place? It doesn't take a virologist to look at this," he waves the picture Amy showed him in the air, "and see two very different cases. Call the CDC, call FEMA, just get someone down here who knows what they're doing and will back you up on this!

"But most importantly, get the monkey off your backs. Do you have documentation that proves you brought this to Harrison? That he denied it? Because if you didn't, and this hits the fan in two weeks with fifty cases instead of five, people are going to start pointing fingers.

"The PDA in my locker doubles as a digital audio recorder. I used it in class to record the professor's lectures, then USB'd them into my computer at home. Maybe Shashi could bring what you've got to him again, and have the PDA in his pocket."

OOC: The PDA I own does this and it's about five years old. My MP3 player does it too.

 

[Krizzel]

T-Bull's home, outside
Fifth Ward

"Is that so," T-Bull mused with a narrow-eyed frown. Then suddenly he smiled wryly and turned to Jessica. "You'd better get on to work - I want you to get there on time so you can get off on time, huh? I can take care of this. Watch yourself - love ya, girl," he added quietly before stepping over to Ferris.

"Well, my man, I think I know just who you should talk to. We can head over to my work so you can sit down while I call him. But first," the big man goes on with a raised brow, "hold still so I can check you, huh? We got a little gun problem around these parts." T-Bull reached out his hands slowly to pat Ferris down, checking for weapons.

 

[garyh]

Phillis Wheatley High School, Bloody Claws
Fifth Ward

"Naw, Bennie," Lamar replied, "I was just passin' by. "I better get going. I need to stop by my locker before lunch is over." With that, he took off in the direction Jeffrey was headed, regardless of where his locker actually is.

 

[Keia]

Phillis Wheatley High School
Fifth Ward

Seeing Lamar leave the Claws and Malcolm's obvious effect on Jeffrey, Malcolm will head the other direction and hang out for the rest of lunch with his football friends (those that aren't in gangs). He'll then head into the school and look to catch Lamar at the garage afterschool.

Man, something's serious with Jeffrey - as if there wasn't enough. He couldn't know about the house yet, could he? If that isn't it and there's something else . . . Jeffrey . . . what have you done? Malcolm thinks with a worried expression on his way back to class (and finals).

 

[KitanaVorr]

Phillis Wheatley High School, outside
Fifth Ward

Lamar headed after Jeffery who, although definitely looked like he was about to ditch school, wasn't walking as quickly...probably because he didn't think anyone would actually follow him. Jeffery left school grounds, but was walking along the edge, on the other side of the wire fence. Just when Lamar thought that he would end up leaving school himself, he noticed that Jeffery had suddenly stopped with his back to Lamar.

A young man was approaching and it looked like the two were about to meet at the corner. He was tall with skin the color of sienna and broad shoulders. Definitely not a highschool brother.

If Lamar only moved a little further, there was a space in the nook of a building on his side of the fence where he could hear them speak.

OOC: LAMAR

 

[KitanaVorr]

Phillis Wheatley High School, English Exam
Fifth Ward

Everyone was milling about, waiting for lunch to end and for their exam to begin. As Malcolm entered the room, he noticed a group of girls giggling and looking over at him. With more makeup than necesary and fingernails sharper than most knife blades, the girls winked at him and then laughed.

One of them, he knew. Her name was Rosa and she was dating a Lobos gang-banger named Juan. He's seen her with him a few times, and a few times without him as well. They had to work an English paper just last month and became friends, both sharing the desire to get out of this life into something better.

Today she was sitting a little apart from her friends who were all ragging on her about the appearance of her 'el gringo guapo'.

OOC: MALCOLM

 

[GWolf]

Ferris nods. "No need, Heres my gun, I'm a pretty decent shot and was only carrying it in light of recent events, I am very Apperciative T-Bull." He says handing the shiny blackgun to the big man.

 

[KitanaVorr]

University of Texas Medical School - Houston Virology Lab
Houston Medical Center

Amy stared at Carlos for a long silent moment before her brows began to knit in anger. "What? You think I haven't been working on this ever since I suspected it? You think I haven't been trying? Then you waltz in here and criticize what I've done? Fine, go for it. Its all yours."

Slamming down the files in her hands, she stalked toward the door of the virology lab while Shashi glanced back and forth between the two doctors. "I can get some tests started," the technician began hesitantly, "But it will take a couple of days to get access to the machines...and if they find out..."

OOC: CARLOS

 

[Keia]

Phillis Wheatley High School, English Exam
Fifth Ward

Upon entering the room, Malcolm realized his day was not getting any better. He needed to get through exams, and he wasn't thinking too clearing after the issues with Jeffrey. And now . . . Rosa was here . . . of course she was her, you idiot - she's in your English Class. But, what to do? He didn't want any more trouble with the Lobos - not that Rosa was trouble, but others may talk - trying to rile things up. Oh well, weave through the defenses, that's what would make him famous one day (he hoped).

Malcolm smiled and fully entered the room and found a seat near Rosa, "Hey, Rosa. How's it going? You ready for this exam? I'm sure I'm not - I should give it more attention, but . . . anyway, any last minute pointers?"

 

[KitanaVorr]

Phillis Wheatley High School, English Exam
Fifth Ward

Rosa looked up as Malcolm sat next to her. A rather pretty girl when she wasn't wearing a whole drugstore full of make up, she had thick brown ringlets piled high on her hairsprayed head and wore cheap trendy tight clothes. Huge black sunglasses covered her eyes, but he could see over the edge of one a dark bruise.

"Yeah...I got some pointers," she muttered, obviously not intent on their exam. "Don't fail."

OOC: MALCOLM