[d20 Modern] Gangs of Texas [PG-17] IC
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Jemal
Adventurer
Ben Taub Hospital- Front Steps
Texas Medical Center
2:00pm
"Ay, one at a time, guys!" Mike starts pointing to people to ask, then answering their questions.
<"Mr. Matthews, how do you feel about your father being shot?">
Mike looked at the reporter, seriously fighting the urge to just tell him off. "How the f*ck would YOU feel if your dad just got shot? I'm pissed, I'm angry, and I don't think sh*t like this should be happening."
<"Mr. Matthews, why do you think Fu Kim was a target?">
"That's a question for the cops, babe, I don't know that."
<"Mr. Matthews, do you think you were the primary target?">
"F*ck, I hope not, if I was the cause of 2 people getting shot I don't know how I'ld live with that."
<"Mr. Matthews, does this have anything to do with gangs taking offense to your music?">
"Hey man, if someone doesn't like my music that's THEIR thing, but shooting up a place cuz you don't like a f*cking song? That's some twisted
."
<"Mr. Matthews, what have the police done so far for you?">
Mikes instantly thinks of Barton, but puts the fat-ass out of his mind. "Well, they put a guard on my dad to keep people from bugging him that aint s'posed to be there, so I guess that's something. I aint sure how far they got on the investigation though... Maybe they still a bit pissed 'bout the pig song.." He says, referring to one of his first hits, which was a dig at some crooked (And 1 or 2 not-so-crooked) cops, which had caused him problems early on.
<"Mr. Matthews, do you think your father is in danger?">
"Not as much as the guy who shot him." Mike responds, not really trying to keep the anger from his face and voice.
Texas Medical Center
2:00pm
"Ay, one at a time, guys!" Mike starts pointing to people to ask, then answering their questions.
<"Mr. Matthews, how do you feel about your father being shot?">
Mike looked at the reporter, seriously fighting the urge to just tell him off. "How the f*ck would YOU feel if your dad just got shot? I'm pissed, I'm angry, and I don't think sh*t like this should be happening."
<"Mr. Matthews, why do you think Fu Kim was a target?">
"That's a question for the cops, babe, I don't know that."
<"Mr. Matthews, do you think you were the primary target?">
"F*ck, I hope not, if I was the cause of 2 people getting shot I don't know how I'ld live with that."
<"Mr. Matthews, does this have anything to do with gangs taking offense to your music?">
"Hey man, if someone doesn't like my music that's THEIR thing, but shooting up a place cuz you don't like a f*cking song? That's some twisted
."<"Mr. Matthews, what have the police done so far for you?">
Mikes instantly thinks of Barton, but puts the fat-ass out of his mind. "Well, they put a guard on my dad to keep people from bugging him that aint s'posed to be there, so I guess that's something. I aint sure how far they got on the investigation though... Maybe they still a bit pissed 'bout the pig song.." He says, referring to one of his first hits, which was a dig at some crooked (And 1 or 2 not-so-crooked) cops, which had caused him problems early on.
<"Mr. Matthews, do you think your father is in danger?">
"Not as much as the guy who shot him." Mike responds, not really trying to keep the anger from his face and voice.
KitanaVorr
First Post
Ben Taub Hospital- Front Steps
Texas Medical Center
3:30pm
The entire sordid affair felt like it took forever, a cheap date that wouldn't leave. More and more questions, about his father, his life, his world, questioning him, the police, the hospital. Reporters with no shame, no compassion, only the thirst for news, knowledge, and the one thing that would give them the front page and the Pulitzer...all in the name of public.
"Mr. Matthews..."
Carla stepped forward, smiling, nodding her perfectly coiffed head. "Now now...that's enough questions...," she put a protective arm around Mike's shoulders as she ushered him away from the podium. "You'll have more chances to talk to him later, but right now, he needs to go be with his father. Family is important!"
To Mike she whispered in his ear. "Magnificent, Mike...magnificient! I've got a few photographers set up along the hallways to catch some good publicity shots of you...uncandid paparazzi of course..."
OOC: MIKE
Texas Medical Center
3:30pm
The entire sordid affair felt like it took forever, a cheap date that wouldn't leave. More and more questions, about his father, his life, his world, questioning him, the police, the hospital. Reporters with no shame, no compassion, only the thirst for news, knowledge, and the one thing that would give them the front page and the Pulitzer...all in the name of public.
"Mr. Matthews..."
Carla stepped forward, smiling, nodding her perfectly coiffed head. "Now now...that's enough questions...," she put a protective arm around Mike's shoulders as she ushered him away from the podium. "You'll have more chances to talk to him later, but right now, he needs to go be with his father. Family is important!"
To Mike she whispered in his ear. "Magnificent, Mike...magnificient! I've got a few photographers set up along the hallways to catch some good publicity shots of you...uncandid paparazzi of course..."
OOC: MIKE
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KitanaVorr
First Post
Local Police Precinct
Fifth Ward
2:30pm
"The plan...boy...is for you two to sit tight, make your little statements, and I'll put out a feeler for your punk brother."
Slowly they went through the process of a formal statement, recordings, the D.A...until everything was notorized, stamped, whatever necessary to secure a warrant for one David 'Dog Man' Keller.
3:30pm
Back in the stinky room again for more talking, the boys faced the detective who looked like he had gone through half his cig pack already.
"Now, you know once Dogman gets a sniff, he's gonna be out looking for the two little b#tches...that'd be you two...who told on him. I'm keeping it as quiet as I can, but I gotta tell ya, th e walls here...their ears are bigger than bayou and the drainoff goes right down to the Panthers."
Barton crushed the cig into the well-worn ash tray. "You're gonna need a safe place to stay...I'd offer one of us, but I know we ain't all clean. I'm gonna have to set up something special for you boys. Yer families should be okay as long as Dogman don't know yer names."
OOC: LAMAR, MALCOLM
Fifth Ward
2:30pm
"The plan...boy...is for you two to sit tight, make your little statements, and I'll put out a feeler for your punk brother."
Slowly they went through the process of a formal statement, recordings, the D.A...until everything was notorized, stamped, whatever necessary to secure a warrant for one David 'Dog Man' Keller.
3:30pm
Back in the stinky room again for more talking, the boys faced the detective who looked like he had gone through half his cig pack already.
"Now, you know once Dogman gets a sniff, he's gonna be out looking for the two little b#tches...that'd be you two...who told on him. I'm keeping it as quiet as I can, but I gotta tell ya, th e walls here...their ears are bigger than bayou and the drainoff goes right down to the Panthers."
Barton crushed the cig into the well-worn ash tray. "You're gonna need a safe place to stay...I'd offer one of us, but I know we ain't all clean. I'm gonna have to set up something special for you boys. Yer families should be okay as long as Dogman don't know yer names."
OOC: LAMAR, MALCOLM
KitanaVorr
First Post
UT-Houston Medical School - Virology Lab
Texas Medical Center
3:15pm
"We don't have anesthesia in a virology lab," Shashi whispered back to Carlos with slight confusion. "I'm going to have to look in the hospital...and uh...isn't that stuff volitile? I don't think I have access to that kind of thing, Dr. Munguia."
The dark suits bodily block the entrance, not allowing anyone to leave once they have entered. Anyone picking up anything immediately is stopped, forcibly if necessary and said item returned.
Amy had dialed someone on her cell phone and was speaking angrily into it. "Jess?! Jess! You won't believe..." then one of the dark suits ripped the phone right out of her hand. "Hey!" she exclaimed, trying to get it back, but the man smashed it against the floor.
OOC: CARLOS
Texas Medical Center
3:15pm
"We don't have anesthesia in a virology lab," Shashi whispered back to Carlos with slight confusion. "I'm going to have to look in the hospital...and uh...isn't that stuff volitile? I don't think I have access to that kind of thing, Dr. Munguia."
The dark suits bodily block the entrance, not allowing anyone to leave once they have entered. Anyone picking up anything immediately is stopped, forcibly if necessary and said item returned.
Amy had dialed someone on her cell phone and was speaking angrily into it. "Jess?! Jess! You won't believe..." then one of the dark suits ripped the phone right out of her hand. "Hey!" she exclaimed, trying to get it back, but the man smashed it against the floor.
OOC: CARLOS
Velenne
Explorer
UT-Houston Medical School - Virology Lab
Texas Medical Center
3:15pm
"What do you mean you don't have anesthesia? We used it in med school to stall culture growth. All right, what about a lighter? Bunsun burner? Matches?"
Carlos looks around for a fire alarm. If there is one, he'll direct Shashi to run over there and pull it while he distracts the muscle. (Lord knows Carlos'll never make it over in time) If there's a lighter, he'll tell another techie to put it under a sprinkler at the same time.
When the phone gets smashed, he really loses his cool. Carlos grabs the nearest heavy object and uses his good arm to hurl it at the offending suit. "HEY YOU F#CKIN PR#CK!" He'll then quickly look around and see how many of them reflexively go for their pieces.
Texas Medical Center
3:15pm
"What do you mean you don't have anesthesia? We used it in med school to stall culture growth. All right, what about a lighter? Bunsun burner? Matches?"
Carlos looks around for a fire alarm. If there is one, he'll direct Shashi to run over there and pull it while he distracts the muscle. (Lord knows Carlos'll never make it over in time) If there's a lighter, he'll tell another techie to put it under a sprinkler at the same time.
When the phone gets smashed, he really loses his cool. Carlos grabs the nearest heavy object and uses his good arm to hurl it at the offending suit. "HEY YOU F#CKIN PR#CK!" He'll then quickly look around and see how many of them reflexively go for their pieces.
Jemal
Adventurer
Ben Taub Hospital- Front Steps
Texas Medical Center
3:30pm
"Thanks Carla" Mike whispered back as he walked into the building, heading for his dads room and passed the reporters, journalists, photagraphers, etc.
OOC: Short but not much more to say right now.
SO, any chance I'll pass by the Virology lab?
hehe.
Texas Medical Center
3:30pm
"Thanks Carla" Mike whispered back as he walked into the building, heading for his dads room and passed the reporters, journalists, photagraphers, etc.
OOC: Short but not much more to say right now.
SO, any chance I'll pass by the Virology lab?
hehe.
Keia
I aim to misbehave
Local Police Precinct
Fifth Ward
3:30pm
"But if I don't show up at home, my brother will know something is up and it won't take long for them to figure the rest out. With Lamar and I missing from the neighborhood watch, I would think it'd be obvious." Malcolm pauses, thinking of a plan, "I think we should just walk out of here saying you brought us in here thinking we did something when we didn't and move on. But what did you have in mind?" Malcolm asked.
Fifth Ward
3:30pm
"But if I don't show up at home, my brother will know something is up and it won't take long for them to figure the rest out. With Lamar and I missing from the neighborhood watch, I would think it'd be obvious." Malcolm pauses, thinking of a plan, "I think we should just walk out of here saying you brought us in here thinking we did something when we didn't and move on. But what did you have in mind?" Malcolm asked.
KitanaVorr
First Post
Ben Taub Hospital - Emergency Center
Texas Medical Center
3:30pm
Mike makes his way to his father's room where rather interestingly enough a few more uniformed cops stood outside. They nodded when they saw him, just then a flash and a papparazzi leapt from behind a plant to snap a picture of Mike and the cops.
Suddenly the faint sound of fire alarms could be heard.
"Must be from another building," one of the cops mumbles.
OOC: MIKE
Texas Medical Center
3:30pm
Mike makes his way to his father's room where rather interestingly enough a few more uniformed cops stood outside. They nodded when they saw him, just then a flash and a papparazzi leapt from behind a plant to snap a picture of Mike and the cops.
Suddenly the faint sound of fire alarms could be heard.
"Must be from another building," one of the cops mumbles.
OOC: MIKE
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KitanaVorr
First Post
UT-Houston Medical School - Virology Lab
Texas Medical Center
3:15pm
Shashi frowned slightly. "What did you want to use it for? We don't keep large stores of volatile anesthesia here. Just tiny amounts, enough to do the job which isn't enough if you want to do what I think you're doing. As I said, I don't have access to large amounts of it."
Carlos is unable to convince Shashi to pull the fire alarm and the man stays exactly where he is. He is able to convince the second technician but the man looks up at the ceiling where the sprinklers are and tries to figure out how to access them and also if anyone has a lighter as the bunsen burners do not reach that high.
When he chucks an expensive piece of lab equipment at the man, the dark-suit nimbly avoids his shot...the lab equipment smashing against the floor with a very non-encouraging crash. Now the man who had just smashed the phone and avoided the projectile heads toward Carlos with a determined look on his face.
OOC: CARLOS
INIT:
Carlos 14
Dark-Suit 13
Amy 8
Shashi 3
Texas Medical Center
3:15pm
Shashi frowned slightly. "What did you want to use it for? We don't keep large stores of volatile anesthesia here. Just tiny amounts, enough to do the job which isn't enough if you want to do what I think you're doing. As I said, I don't have access to large amounts of it."
Carlos is unable to convince Shashi to pull the fire alarm and the man stays exactly where he is. He is able to convince the second technician but the man looks up at the ceiling where the sprinklers are and tries to figure out how to access them and also if anyone has a lighter as the bunsen burners do not reach that high.
When he chucks an expensive piece of lab equipment at the man, the dark-suit nimbly avoids his shot...the lab equipment smashing against the floor with a very non-encouraging crash. Now the man who had just smashed the phone and avoided the projectile heads toward Carlos with a determined look on his face.
OOC: CARLOS
INIT:
Carlos 14
Dark-Suit 13
Amy 8
Shashi 3
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