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

[Jemal]

"Amy.. yeah, I thought there was something familiar about you. I met her yesterday, she seemed like a nice ch*cough a few times* a nice girl. I hope she can help him, I don't know what I'ld do without the old fart." He looks down at his dad in silence for a moment, then seems to remember something "OH, hey, yeah.. What WERE y' doin in here before, if ya don't mind me askin?" He asks, looking up at her, and giving her a quick once-over "Hey, aint lawyers usually older? You look... *Not fine, don't say fine..* Youthful.

OOC: Jess

 

[KitanaVorr]

University of Texas Medical School - Emergency Center
Houston Medical Center

Jessica smiled at Mike's coverup. If Amy had heard him refer to her as a chick, she was sure her straight-laced sister would be frothing at the mouth. But when he asked her why she was here to see his father, she turned her gaze to the older man.

"I just wanted to see if he was alright," she spoke smoothly and then blushed slightly. "And I'm not a lawyer, not yet at least....I've only completed one year of law school...I've got two more to go. Right now I'm just doing an internship."

OOC: MIKE

 

[Krizzel]

T-Bull's home, outside
Fifth Ward

"T-bull, can I speak to yuo? it's about Mayes? Can you walk with me to the store? Please?"

T-Bull shook his head. "Not now, Misty - I have ta get to work. You can come talk to me there." He nodded towards his house. "If you need help to carry groceries, you can ask Momma."

 

[Kaz Lo]

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

When Carlos gets to the door, he opens it and leans against the frame. He crosses his good arm under the wounded one for support, props a foot at the bottom of the door, and looks at Amy sympathetically, waiting for a better reaction.

OOC: Sort of the like the look in his picture.

EDIT: WOOPS! LMAO! Stupid cookies...

 

[KitanaVorr]

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

Carlos keeps standing there, but Amy hasn't looked up once from the computer screen that she's glancing over. A few of the other technicians are glancing from doctor to doctor, smiling and make a few snickering noises.

OOC: CARLOS

 

[garyh]

Phillis Wheatley High School, outside
Fifth Ward

Oh man, oh man, oh man, Lamar thought. I just gotta stay hidden. I can't take this guy on... I'll let him go, then I'll tell the principal and have him call the cops...

Lamar shrunk even farther into the nook.

 

[KitanaVorr]

Phillis Wheatley High School, outside
Fifth Ward

Lamar could hear footsteps walking away. Not hurrying, not slowing...just a normal walk as if nothing had just happened. As if this was just another business appointment...which it probably was. To his relief he could also hear wild sobbing, the sound of a young man who had just had a brush with death and didn't know how to handle it.

OOC: LAMAR

 

[Velenne]

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

Carlos waits for a few moments longer and then shrugs, thinking, damn, talk about sensitive. So much for trying to be the hero. He walks the halls of HMC until he arrives at his own department. Rummaging through some of his things, he'll pocket his PDA and spend some time chatting with co-workers -relaying the story, what he plans to do with this "vacation" time, and how he'll never look at noodles the same way again.

That done, he may take some medication if the pain in his shoulder is bad enough. Then he'll head off to find Mr. Mathews' room. If he's lucky, the son will be there. If he's really lucky, he won't catch them at a bad time and they can talk. On the way, he tries to think of some way to make it up to Amy (her favorite Starbucks coffee, ice cream, etc).

 

[KitanaVorr]

T-Bull's home, outside
Fifth Ward

Misty and Ferris are left alone outside the house, still standing there as T-Bull headed toward where his momma was waiting by the door. She tsked a bit at him, handing him a large grocery paper bag wrapped in a plastic grocery bag...hot and full of good southern cooking.

"Now I packed enough for you and anybody else, and some good lunch, my best chicken. So you remember to feed them young boys when they come," she told him, tucking the packet of food in his hands.

OOC: TBULL, FERRIS, MISTY

 

[Krizzel]

T-Bull's home, outside
Fifth Ward

The big man laughed. "I will, Momma. And if they're still hungry, I'll send 'em back here."

Heading back over to the car, he set everything in the passenger seat and then walked around. "Well, let's go. I got work to do." Hopping into the driver's seat, T-Bull got ready to drive them all down the block to the garage.