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

[Velenne]

Matthew's Residence,
SugarLand
6:00pm

"Jackpot," Carlos says as he withdraws a small bottle and a notebook. He stands up and walks over to Mike, reading the front cover of the notebook if anything is written on it, and the bottle if the same. Once he's there, he'll hand the notebook to Mike. While he's excited to discover its contents, Carlos figures Mike might take offense if he just started leafing through some private notebook of his mortally wounded father's.

 

[Keia]

Johnson's Neighborhood Garage
Fifth Ward
6:00pm

"Yeah, momma," Malcolm said, "I'll stop by the house and see if Jeffrey is around. I'll be over as soon as I can. Love you, too."

Malcolm was clearly torn over what to do with his brother and mother. It seemed apparent to Malcolm that Jeffrey was getting worse, but he held hopes that his talks with his brother were getting through, and that maybe Jeffrey would understand what he was doing to his family and his life. The issue was whether to tell his mother what was going on with Jeffrey or not. It might be easier on her later if Malcolm told her now, but she worries enough as it is and that can't be good for her either.

"Well, you guys want to head over with me in hopes of rounding up Jeffrey?" Malcolm asked. "If not, I'll run over and see if he's there, then run over to your house, T."

 

[Jemal]

"thanks, man.. Where'd you find this?" Mike says, taking the notebook and looking at it for a second before opening it.. This may very well have been what his dad was shot for..
"By the way, take a look at what I found.." Mike points to the brochure and receits. "Ever heard of Momma's Jazz or Simtex?" He asks as he tries to find out what's in the notebook.

 

[KitanaVorr]

Matthew's Residence,
SugarLand
6:00pm

As Mike and Carlos look over the contents of what they've found in the room, they realize that they needed to turn on the light as evening is fast approaching.

The blue bottle had one insect it in, one which Carlos recognized as a mosquito. Nothing else was written on it except the date which it had been collected - 12-05-02.

The notebook that Carlos retrieved was written in Mike's father's handwriting and seemed to be a journal of sorts that begins on 03-02-02 when his father first started on his insect-collecting spree. It would take a couple good nights worth of reading to get through the whole thing unless he knew what dates he was going to look over.

The Simtex Corporation - one of the top five pharmaceutical companies in the world. Its headquarters was based in downtown Houston and took over two of the four famous skyscrapers - connected by highrise walkways and a large mall in the centre all visible in the photos of the brochure.

OOC: MIKE, CARLOS

 

[Velenne]

Matthew's Residence,
SugarLand
6:00pm

"Elementary my dear Watson, they were hidden in a secret compartment in the bookshelf, of course. I might be able to get this mosquito to someone who'd know what to do with it. Or we might go ahead and give it to Jess -I don't know. I'm not sure if we want to involve her in this any more than we have to. It might have even been her that they were gunning for and not Amy. Maybe someone tapped a conversation between her and your dad. She should be at dinner, we can figure it out from there.

"Anyway, I've never heard of 'Mamma's Jazz'. If it isn't a cafe in the hospital, chances are I havn't heard of it, so that's not too surprising. I can tell you what little I know about Simtex, but that's not very inspiring either.

"But that's quite a journal. If I had to to guess, I'd say what we're looking for will be toward the end," Carlos snaps his fingers as an idea strikes him, "How about I call my friend and we'll meet for dinner at this french place a little early. If you don't mind, I can read the journal on the way. These shoes weren't made for driving, you know."

 

[Jemal]

Matthew's Residence,
SugarLand
6:15pm

"Sure, lets go.. Wanna take the bug, or hide it again?" Mike asks Carlos. "Who's that friend of yours, can we trust him?" He starts heading out of the room, with the Appointment book, and stops in the doorway to wait for Carlos.

 

[Velenne]

Matthew's Residence,
SugarLand
6:00pm

"Trust him? I don't know if I'd trust him to hold my plate of his mama's chicken without eating it, but I'd trust him with my life otherwise. We go way back to when I used to stick up for him in high school. He's a real little guy and I was a big brawler back in those days. What, you don't believe me?"

Carlos grabs the rest of the stuff they've found and starts following Mike, "Ya I had it all back then. Brains, brawn, good looks, money, women, a little bald englishman to put on my socks. Then I found this little golden idol, see..."

 

[KitanaVorr]

Johnson's Neighborhood Garage
Fifth Ward
6:00pm

T-Bull nodded to Malcolm but he seemed very distracted, almost worried. "Ok, man. Just head over to momma's house after you're done...and be careful. You see any problems, you call me or come back and get me, ok?"

Flipping his cellphone, the one Jessica had given him on his birthday, the burly man pressed a couple of numbers before holding it up to his ear. But there was no answer from Jessica's own cellphone. Whether she just forgot to turn it on or what...the only thing he could hear was her cheerful voice asking him to leave a message.

OOC: MALCOLM, TBULL, LAMAR - borrowing TBULL temporarily

 

[KitanaVorr]

Matthew's Residence - enroute...to somewhere....
SugarLand
6:05pm

Off they went in Mike's car to who knows where. The sun was dimming over the horizon, bathing the city in a glorious orange glow spreading over everywhere and warming them from the oncoming chill. It was moments like these that made everyone realize even when admist towering skycrapers and urban sprawl that they were truly in Texas.

The windows down the cool evening air blew and mussed up what fuzz of hair either man had on his head. It would take thirty minutes to make it downtown from Sugar Land. To the left on the opposite highway, the long snaking lines of rush hour traffic barely seemed to be moving.

OOC: MIKE, CARLOS

 

[Velenne]

En Route to Mamma's Jazz
SugarLand
6:05pm

After finishing his story of the golden idol (it doesn't take long and ends with him in drag, singing Heart at a karaoke bar), Carlos will try to contact TBull and inform him of the change of plans and their discoveries.

"Oh and I told him how little you are, T, so try not to go flapping your mouth like you did in the old days. I've just been shot and I might be able to defend you this time. Ok, see you soon." *click*

Carlos seems to be laughing at some inner joke which he won't share with the young musician. It started back when they left the mansion and he hasn't been able to wipe the smirk off his face since.