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

[Jemal]

FU KIM Restaurant, Front Room
Bellaire Chinatown, DIHO Mall
Hearing the roar of the gun, Mike instantly jumps across the aisle, trying to take as many people to the floor with him as possible.

"GET DOWN!"

He then looks up to see if he can spot a liscense plate # on the car, or see the shooter or driver.

 

[KitanaVorr]

OOC:

Okay I'm going to break my own rule of no OOC posts in the IC thread to stress these VERY important rules.

1> The DM and ONLY the DM will tell you what kind of information NPC's give you. You will not assume NPC's will give you information that other characters know and post it without clearing it with me first. The only information you know automatically by DM gift is anything that is in the newspaper that I post at the beginning of every new day.

2> The DM and ONLY the DM will tell you want you see when you arrive at a location and the DM and ONLY the DM will tell you if you even ARRIVE at the location without something happening along the way.

In case any of you wonder why, that is because DIFFERENT NPC's have DIFFERENT information so you might be cheating yourself out of knowledge assuming like that. also SOME information you learn will be FALSE because NPC's...::gasp:: can also LIE to you. Also people MOVE and don't tend to stay in the same location for a long period of time. That's why I have time stamps on the DM posts when we begin a scene.

So...as a result of that Misty is STILL in front of the police station and let us begin from there....

PS. I warned you I'm tyrannical

 

[KitanaVorr]

FU KIM Restaurant, Front Room
Bellaire Chinatown, DIHO Mall

Standing there stupified, Ferris found himself flying across the room as Mike tackled him out of harm's way, knocking the smaller man forcibly to the floor. Mike glanced upwards, straining to see the license plate, but only catching the last four digits -56B7. The sun shone in his eyes, blindng him from sight of the driver, only the gun gleaming frighteningly.

Will dove to one side as the car spurts forward, the driver regaining his momentum again as his foot hit the accelerator. Meanwhile, Amy crawls over to where Carlos lies hurt, trying her best to tend to his horrible wound, dragging her own keys out to sprint to her car where her own medical kit lay safely stored.

The shooter let off the last round as the car sped away, the shots more wild than before and missing nearly everyone, but one bullet found its mark. A shocked expression crossed Will Matthew's face as he stared down at the red dot on shirt, watching as it blossomed into a rough crimson pattern.

Jessica grabbed the cellphone out of her purse, quickly dialing 911 and yelling into the phone for two ambulances.

OOC: Well its been over two days since FERRIS posted, so I'm skipping him. CARLOS, MIKE, did you want to do anything else as the car is speeding away?

 

[GWolf]

Sorry!

(00C I got lost for a minute(2 days) on the boards)

Ferris will take cover behind tables and just scratch his head astounded.

 

[Velenne]

FU KIM Restaurant, Front Room
Bellaire Chinatown, DIHO Mall


Carlos watches dumbfounded as Amy walks away. Didn't she see him get shot?! In his pain-induced haze, he doesn't put two and two together -that she's probably going to her own car for a kit.

He awkwardly gets to his feet, pressing one hand firmly against the bullet wound and attempting to gain his bearings. The world spins once as he goes vertical, and for a moment his dinner threatens to make a second appearance. Carlos grips his keys firmly and starts off behind Amy toward his blue Chevy coupe with the dent in the rear panel.

Stand, move 30' toward where he vehicle is parked.

 

[Krizzel]

Mayes Tenement Building
Fifth Ward
3:56pm

T-Bull put a hand up to his eyes, taking a look inside the building before ushering Lamar in before him. With one last look around the neighborhood outside, T-Bull followed both of the young-men through the threshold.

"Hmm..." the big man rumbled, taking in the atmosphere of so many similar buildings he'd been to before - including this particular one. "This way," he coaxed finally, taking the lead to the Mayes' apartment.

 

[KitanaVorr]

Mayes Tenement Building
Fifth Ward

The first thing they noticed was that it was dark. The next was how eerily quiet everything remained despite their presence. Nothing about the room itself looked particularly interesting. The furniture looked as if it had seen better times somewhere in the sixties, and an odor that didn't quite describe itself as "homey".

Despite all that, the little girl led them to the large recliner where an older man sat staring blankly at the flickering television set. His peppered hair seemed plastered to his sun-weathered skin. A big flat thumb rubbed back and forth over the remote, changing the channel with a disturbing rhythm.

 

[Timothy]

OOC: Sorry, Kit, but You are Right.

IC: Misty will try to get back to her workplace, to make up for lost income, If possible, she'll walk along with some of her coleagues, to provide for more safety. She'll have a talk with them, to know what for special things happened recently, or what happened to them.

 

[KitanaVorr]

Benson Street
Fifth Ward
4:15

The small group of undesirables moved down Benson street, quieter this time of day than usual. Very few cars came driving by but the few who did whistled to the girls and called out a few crude names, but none of them bought their services.

Melissa DuPree, a tall woman with long bleached blonde hair wasn't much older than Misty herself but she looked as if she had been through a few centuries of hardship. Four inch heels didn't faze her anymore and whatever damage wearing those stilettoes on a regular basis did to her feet, she had long ago weathered the pain to attract customers. Didn't men love women in high heels?

Alison Brown looked like Melissa's opposite. Where Mel was tall, she was much shorter, a tiny petite with perfect chocolate brown skin and large luminous black eyes. There was a bounce to her step that experience had not weathered, but soon would on the streets.

Alison and Melissa shared the same pimp, an obnoxious member of Los Lobos, Jose Valdez. He could always been seen hassling them for his share of the cut, or hassling any other prostitute encroaching on his territory.

All these things, the women talked about as they walked toward their respective home bases to earn again the money that kept food on the table.

"Didn't you hear?" Melissa was speaking while Alison day dreamed about her two year old waiting for her at home. "Mayes' little girl was hit."

OOC: um please edit out your sigs?

 

[Timothy]

Misty walks along with Melissa and Alison, She knows this talk, but gladly joins in, because it is comforting to know that the others experience the same things. When Misty hears about the little girl, she is in doubt. She knows the little girl, and has a warm heart for the father. But on the other hand, she has to get more money. "Well" she thinks, "It isn't busy anyway, so I'll visit them".

She says goodnye to Melissa and Alison, and walks to Mayes' building, straightening her clothes.