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

[Nuke261]

What is a car like that doing here?
The image of such a gorgeous car in this part of town did not seem real. More like something out of a dream. There is no way this is good. He glanced back at the boy who was doing a great job of getting away. Damn, he thought. I wish I could help that kid. But this car is a lot stranger than a kid running from the cops. Tommy looked over to make sure his Sergeant was still on his way. He didn't really need to since he could hear the man's forced breathing, easily enough.
"Sarge. I've got a silver Mercedes convertible down here." And then added, "In one piece."
"I'm going to check it out. Back me up and call it in, alright." But Tommy did not wait for a reply. He drew his firearm and began moving towards the vacant-looking car. Just like in the academy, he told himself. He moved cautiously, planting each foot carefully, but never looking down. He kept his gun pointed at the car but would quickly look around the alley for anything else out of place. Or anyone.

 

[Keia]

Malcolm's Tenement Building
Fifth Ward
7:00pm

"Hmmm . . ." Malcolm said as he looked as though he was actually thinking about it. Then he winked at her and said, "Definitely."

Malcolm lay on his bed, letting the ceiling fan cool and dry the sweat on his body. He admired Rosa's form and ran his hand along her thigh. Talk about closer to nature . . . wow, Malcolm thought. He wasn't currently interested in racing out of the house to get to T-Bull's nor even checking the time, just enjoying the moment.

 

[KitanaVorr]

Malcolm's Tenement Building
Fifth Ward
7:00pm

"Your moms got any food in here?"

Stretching her body slightly, Rosa relaxed again against the bed, letting the white smoke curl upwards to the ceiling. Malcolm knew his mom was going to kill him if she smelled that stuff in the apartment.

"If not, will you get us some grub?"

Rolling over, half on top of him, she gave him a long look with her kohl-lined eyes. She smelled like sweat, sex, and that really strong perfume she always wore...some kind of musky scent. The thick makeup around her eyes bled a little, giving her smoky look. Whatever lipstick she had on was now a smudge of red, the rest of which was now in different places on his own body.

"Cuz I'm starving."

OOC: MALCOLM

 

[KitanaVorr]

Bourbon Street
Fifth Ward
6:30pm

Even though it was getting to be cool night, Tommy could feel beads of sweat forming on the back of his neck, his hands, everywhere the closer he got to the car. Every part of him screamed that something was wrong, very wrong...but yet his training pulled him further ahead.

It was beautiful.

Silver Mercedes coupe perhaps only a couple of years old and in mint condition with cream leather seats that looked sparkling clean. That is when there was a horrific splash of crimson pooling in the car and all over the sheets. A quick look told him that the holes in the expensive leather looked like bullet holes. But no body...no corpse...but enough blood to make up one dead person.

Suddenly a clang of metal crashing into metal nearby snapped him out of his thoughts. The hairs on his neck pricked up in warning.

OOC: TOMMY

 

[Nuke261]

Tommy's amazement at the car ended when he saw the obscene amounts of blood in it. "Oh my g..." He had to cover his mouth and nose with his free hand in an attempt to avoid the overwhelming smell of fresh blood.

The sound of metal crashing into metal distracted him, the hairs on the back of his neck started to tickle him as they stood up. His stomach instantly got that nervous feeling, like reaching the top of a roller coaster. He turned towards the sounds, keeping his weapon drawn and pointed in the direction he was looking. His free hand was once again back in support of his firearm. "Sarge, you hear that?"

 

[Jemal]

T-Bull's Mom's House - Upstairs
Fifth Ward
6:30pm

Mike looked from Carlos to T-bull, to the third guy, then extended his hand to the nearest person (T-bull or Lamar) "Mike Matthews." He said in introduction, looking between the two, adn finally smiling a bit, looking at the one who had spoken to them "T-bull?"

OOC: CARLOS, T-BULL, LAMAR

 

[KitanaVorr]

Bourbon Street
Fifth Ward
6:30pm

Tommy's eyes jumped from place to place, but he couldn't see anything...that is until a cat crawled out from behind the dumpster and hissed at him before running off.

"What the is going here?" the sarge huffed and puffed as he finally caught up to the rookie. Glancing around, he too had his gun drawn and his pasty red face looked quite sweaty with his exertion. His eyes opened wide at the sight of the blood mercedes. "What the ?!"

OOC: TOMMY

 

[KitanaVorr]

T-Bull's Mom's House - Upstairs
Fifth Ward
6:30pm

T-Bull shook it, enveloping Mike's with his big strong dark grip. "I heard of you...you're Mike...I think I've seen you around before. Weren't you a class behind mine at Wheatley?"

"What're you now, a big time rap star I hear," the man grinned slightly. "Why you hang around this boy?" he spoke, cuffing Carlos teasingly on the shoulder and nearly knocking him down accidently.

OOC: MIKE, LAMAR, CARLOS

 

[Velenne]

T-Bull's Mom's House - Upstairs
Fifth Ward
6:30pm

Carlos returns T-Bull shoulder squeeze which as much gusto as he can muster, having a much smaller hand squeezing a much more enormous shoulder.

"I give him street cred, y'know, " he shrugs, his face serious for a moment, and then smiles at both of them. The young doctor who would pass for anything but a street thug these days turns his attention to the things on the bed.

 

[Keia]

Malcolm's Tenement Building
Fifth Ward
7:00pm

"Your moms got any food in here? If not, will you get us some grub? Cuz I'm starving."

Malcolm mumbled that 'I heard you but I'm really comfortable' murmur. Yeah, Malcolm thought, me to. I shouldn't be hungry it's only 7:00pm . . . dinner was only, um, Crap!

Malcolm bolted upright in bed looked at the clock again. "Holy Crap!" he said again, this time aloud. "Rosa, I remember why no one was here. I'm supposed to be meeting my family at a neighbors for dinner tonight at 6:30."

I am so busted, Malcolm thought. Then he realized that he was probably over-reacting and looked sheepishly at Rosa.

"Ummm, do you want to come to dinner with me?" Malcolm asked. then he quickly added, "If not, I suppose I can blow it off. I mean I'm mostly late as it is . . . and there ought to be some leftovers in the frig - chicken, I think."