[d20 Modern] Gangs of Texas [PG-17] IC
- Thread starter KitanaVorr
- Start date
Krizzel
First Post
T-Bull's home, outside
Fifth Ward
The big man narrowed his eyes and fished a rag out of his coveralls, accepting the gun carefully with it and checking the safety. Satisfied, he held it barrel-down in one hand and proceeded forward to pat Ferris down anyway. "Thanks, but I still gotta check. You understand," T-Bull assured with a strange smile.
Fifth Ward
The big man narrowed his eyes and fished a rag out of his coveralls, accepting the gun carefully with it and checking the safety. Satisfied, he held it barrel-down in one hand and proceeded forward to pat Ferris down anyway. "Thanks, but I still gotta check. You understand," T-Bull assured with a strange smile.
KitanaVorr
First Post
Phillis Wheatley High School, outside
Fifth Ward
As Lamar crept closer, he could hear parts of their conversation. "What do you mean, you little prick?" the other man was saying in an annoyed tone. "Its too late to go crying to momma about this sh_it."
Jeffery looked agitated and furious. He kept fiddling with his jacket. "Man, my brother, he's been watching me. I think he knows. I think Watson knows..."
"Watson? You mean Jerome's little kid brother?" The man laughed not at all pleasant. "What, you afraid that they're gonna find out that you killed him?"
At that Jeffery seemed to explode to life and without warning, Lamar could see a flash of black as weapons suddenly were drawn. They stood there like that, Jeffery with his gun pointed at the man's nose, the man with his pointed at Jeffery's forehead.
"Don't say that," Jeffery spoke up, his voice uneven. "I didn't do it."
"Don't be a stupid f#ck," the darker-skinned man snapped derisively. "You were thirteen, ain't no prosecution gonna treat you like an adult, eh? That's if they find out. Jerome was just stupid and didn't keep his nose out of sh_it that wasn't his. He had to go."
OOC: LAMAR
Fifth Ward
As Lamar crept closer, he could hear parts of their conversation. "What do you mean, you little prick?" the other man was saying in an annoyed tone. "Its too late to go crying to momma about this sh_it."
Jeffery looked agitated and furious. He kept fiddling with his jacket. "Man, my brother, he's been watching me. I think he knows. I think Watson knows..."
"Watson? You mean Jerome's little kid brother?" The man laughed not at all pleasant. "What, you afraid that they're gonna find out that you killed him?"
At that Jeffery seemed to explode to life and without warning, Lamar could see a flash of black as weapons suddenly were drawn. They stood there like that, Jeffery with his gun pointed at the man's nose, the man with his pointed at Jeffery's forehead.
"Don't say that," Jeffery spoke up, his voice uneven. "I didn't do it."
"Don't be a stupid f#ck," the darker-skinned man snapped derisively. "You were thirteen, ain't no prosecution gonna treat you like an adult, eh? That's if they find out. Jerome was just stupid and didn't keep his nose out of sh_it that wasn't his. He had to go."
OOC: LAMAR
Last edited:
garyh
First Post
Phillis Wheatley High School, outside
Fifth Ward
Suddenly, the world spun around Lamar... everything disappeared. Jeffrey, Malcolm, the thug... it all fell away.
Jerome... no... it can't be... Lamar fought back tears. He wanted to leap out and confront the two, but he immediately remembered the looks on his parents' faces when they buried Jerome. I'm not putting them through that again, Lamar thought. The police can deal with them, now.
Oh, Jerome...
Fifth Ward
Suddenly, the world spun around Lamar... everything disappeared. Jeffrey, Malcolm, the thug... it all fell away.
Jerome... no... it can't be... Lamar fought back tears. He wanted to leap out and confront the two, but he immediately remembered the looks on his parents' faces when they buried Jerome. I'm not putting them through that again, Lamar thought. The police can deal with them, now.
Oh, Jerome...
Velenne
Explorer
University of Texas Medical School - Houston Virology Lab
Houston Medical Center
Carlos will try to snag Amy gently by a wrist before she can get away,
"Amy wait," he says, trying to sound empathetic, "I'm sorry. I know you've been working it. Look, we're all stressed here for our own reasons. Please don't walk off, we need each other to get through all this."
He winces and looks at his shoulder. Maybe he reached out a little too quickly and pulled at the bandages over his wound.
Houston Medical Center
Carlos will try to snag Amy gently by a wrist before she can get away,
"Amy wait," he says, trying to sound empathetic, "I'm sorry. I know you've been working it. Look, we're all stressed here for our own reasons. Please don't walk off, we need each other to get through all this."
He winces and looks at his shoulder. Maybe he reached out a little too quickly and pulled at the bandages over his wound.
Keia
I aim to misbehave
Phillis Wheatley High School, English Exam
Fifth Ward
Malcolm looked at Rosa as she was talked to him, and noticed the bruise. Malcolm's eyes widened and his pulse quickened, a low boil building in his stomach. Malcolm's sense of right and wrong was screaming at him that something should be done. He understood that she had a boyfriend in the Lobos and that things like this happen all the time. And, he knew he shouldn't get involved, but . . .
Malcolm lowered his voice and asked, "Rosa, what the hell happened? Is there anything I can do?"
"Do you want to talk about it after class?" Malcolm asks with a slight nod toward her friends.
Fifth Ward
Malcolm looked at Rosa as she was talked to him, and noticed the bruise. Malcolm's eyes widened and his pulse quickened, a low boil building in his stomach. Malcolm's sense of right and wrong was screaming at him that something should be done. He understood that she had a boyfriend in the Lobos and that things like this happen all the time. And, he knew he shouldn't get involved, but . . .
Malcolm lowered his voice and asked, "Rosa, what the hell happened? Is there anything I can do?"
"Do you want to talk about it after class?" Malcolm asks with a slight nod toward her friends.
KitanaVorr
First Post
Phillis Wheatley High School, English Exam
Fifth Ward
Rosa shrugged, not meeting his eyes. "It was my fault. I didn't understand my place." She played with the sharpened pencil in her fingers, tugging at the eraser nervously.
The door creaked open and Mrs. Espinosa walked in. Tall and gangly, she was from Guatemala upperclass family that had seen very hard times. A thick accent and little patience dominated her voice as she called the class to attention.
"Attention class, the exam had some problems getting copied so everyone take out notebook paper and I'll just read the questions out for each of you to write down."
OOC: MALCOM
Fifth Ward
Rosa shrugged, not meeting his eyes. "It was my fault. I didn't understand my place." She played with the sharpened pencil in her fingers, tugging at the eraser nervously.
The door creaked open and Mrs. Espinosa walked in. Tall and gangly, she was from Guatemala upperclass family that had seen very hard times. A thick accent and little patience dominated her voice as she called the class to attention.
"Attention class, the exam had some problems getting copied so everyone take out notebook paper and I'll just read the questions out for each of you to write down."
OOC: MALCOM
KitanaVorr
First Post
University of Texas Medical School - Houston Virology Lab
Houston Medical Center
Amy pulled her wrist away from him angrily. She rested her hand on her hip, staring anywhere but at Carlos. "Look, you're new to Ben Taub, being a first year resident and all...you can afford to start over. I'm at the end of my three year residency...if they kick me out of the program before I finish...I'd have to find another place, another mentor, another residency. If you hadn't noticed, Dr. Harrison and Dr. Phillips, my mentor, are bosum buddies."
OOC: CARLOS
Houston Medical Center
Amy pulled her wrist away from him angrily. She rested her hand on her hip, staring anywhere but at Carlos. "Look, you're new to Ben Taub, being a first year resident and all...you can afford to start over. I'm at the end of my three year residency...if they kick me out of the program before I finish...I'd have to find another place, another mentor, another residency. If you hadn't noticed, Dr. Harrison and Dr. Phillips, my mentor, are bosum buddies."
OOC: CARLOS
KitanaVorr
First Post
Phillis Wheatley High School, outside
Fifth Ward
"I didn't do it," Jeffery kept repeating over and over again. The hand that held the gun began to shake, jingling of metal against metal in the humid Houston winter. "I didn't do it, Dog Man...I didn't do it," he stammered weakly.
Dog Man...Lamar had heard that name before, sort of the boogey men of the streets. The man that mothers whispered to children to keep them in bed at night and behaving. Big mean and ferocious...nobody else in the Panthers evoked such fear. Of course no one else in the Panthers had a reputation for being such a blood-thirsty killer.
"I don't give a f#ck what you did or didn't do, little man...but if you don't put that gun away, I'm going to put a hole in your head so big, your momma won't be able to ID that scrawny body of yours." Lamar could hear him click the trigger on his pistol just a notch and Jeffery suck in his breath.
Jeffery paused for a moment and then Lamar could her him lower his gun slowly, shaking and shivering all at once so that the metal seemed to click against his watch. The air seemed taut with perspiration.
"Have you taken care of that b#tch yet?" Dog Man continued to speak, his gun didn't sound as if it had lowered yet. "No, you haven't...what the f_ck is your point for existing if you don't do as you're told." A sound of derision increased further. "Maybe I should make an example of you."
"No...Dog Man...no..."
A shot rang out just as Jeffery shrieked, echoing in the air only as if the breath had been snatched from it...the silencer muffling it so only Lamar could hear it, but hidden in the nook, he couldn't see what had just happened.
OOC: LAMAR
Fifth Ward
"I didn't do it," Jeffery kept repeating over and over again. The hand that held the gun began to shake, jingling of metal against metal in the humid Houston winter. "I didn't do it, Dog Man...I didn't do it," he stammered weakly.
Dog Man...Lamar had heard that name before, sort of the boogey men of the streets. The man that mothers whispered to children to keep them in bed at night and behaving. Big mean and ferocious...nobody else in the Panthers evoked such fear. Of course no one else in the Panthers had a reputation for being such a blood-thirsty killer.
"I don't give a f#ck what you did or didn't do, little man...but if you don't put that gun away, I'm going to put a hole in your head so big, your momma won't be able to ID that scrawny body of yours." Lamar could hear him click the trigger on his pistol just a notch and Jeffery suck in his breath.
Jeffery paused for a moment and then Lamar could her him lower his gun slowly, shaking and shivering all at once so that the metal seemed to click against his watch. The air seemed taut with perspiration.
"Have you taken care of that b#tch yet?" Dog Man continued to speak, his gun didn't sound as if it had lowered yet. "No, you haven't...what the f_ck is your point for existing if you don't do as you're told." A sound of derision increased further. "Maybe I should make an example of you."
"No...Dog Man...no..."
A shot rang out just as Jeffery shrieked, echoing in the air only as if the breath had been snatched from it...the silencer muffling it so only Lamar could hear it, but hidden in the nook, he couldn't see what had just happened.
OOC: LAMAR
Last edited:
Velenne
Explorer
University of Texas Medical School - Houston Virology Lab
Houston Medical Center
"Ok....ok," he pauses for a few seconds to let Amy settle down, "Shashi, go ahead. I'll go get my PDA. While I'm headed that way, maybe Amy and I can see Mr. Mathews. We'll be back in a little bit."
Carlos heads for the door, looking over his shoulder to see if Amy follows.
Houston Medical Center
"Ok....ok," he pauses for a few seconds to let Amy settle down, "Shashi, go ahead. I'll go get my PDA. While I'm headed that way, maybe Amy and I can see Mr. Mathews. We'll be back in a little bit."
Carlos heads for the door, looking over his shoulder to see if Amy follows.
Last edited:
Similar Threads
