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

[Nuke261]

Bourbon Street
Fifth Ward
6:30pm

"I don't know what this is, Sarge." Tommy turned back towards the amazing car. He did not know what to think. Had to have been a murder. I wonder if that kid was freaked out because he saw it or was part of it? "You want to call this in? I'm going to take a look," Tommy said as he approached the vehicle. His eyes swept back and forth across the interior, looking for anything of interest. Was the glove box open? Was there anything laying out like a wallet or a weapon? He also tried to determine, roughly how long the blood had been there. I can't believe this car is still here, especially in this area.

 

[KitanaVorr]

Bourbon Street
Fifth Ward
6:45pm

The stench of mortality invaded his nostrils and swirled its metallic taste in his mouth. Slick red blood, so red Tommy could have sworn it must have been crimson paint instead...but it wasn't. The blood had a dark hue, growing darker as more oxygen evaporated.

Must have been no more than five, ten minutes at the most that whoever's blood it was dripped their last. At least that's what he could figure out by guessing. Inside a long smear mark leading toward the door told him that whatever or whoever had dripped the blood had been dragged from the seat. Droplets of blood stained the ground just outside the door, but there the crimson trail ended abruptly.

The glove compartment had been ransacked, maps and various feminine gear, the contents of an expensive leather briefcase and purse scattered all over the backseat. Now that he was closer, Tommy could see that the trunk was slightly ajar, the insides similiarly ransacked.

That's all a cursory check allowed him to see while the sarge talked into the radio behind him, calling in the scene and the license plate of the car. Anything else would involve a lengthier amount of time to sift through the papers and the blood...probably destroying the crime scene.

The business cards though caught his eye. Very good material, the silver sheen of the lettering reflected in the dying sunset the words...

Jessica T. Nguyen
Corporate Law
Simtex Corporation

OOC: TOMMY

 

[KitanaVorr]

T-Bull's Mom's House - Downstairs
Fifth Ward
6:40pm

T-Bull led Mike out of the room, gesturing with his big thick arms. "You gotta come downstairs and meet my momma properly," he was saying as he took the rap singer downstairs. "She's a big fan of yours...big fan." The emphasis was at the same time thrilling and scary.

The downstairs smelled of homecooking and Mike could hear T-Bull's momma talking to his sister in the kitchen. Stopping at the bottom of the stairs, the huge man turned Mike to face him.

"Look man, I'm sorry to hear 'bout your pops." A crease crossed over that dark brow. "Jess told me alot about you and your dad...have you seen her today?"

OOC: MIKE

 

[KitanaVorr]

T-Bull's Mom's House - Upstairs
Fifth Ward
6:40pm

Carlos and Lamar were left alone in the upstairs room. As his hands pass over Jessica's belongings, he recognized a security badge with a fuzzy picture of her and the label "Simtex Corporation" on it. Along with that, a couple of discs and a CD, none of which were labeled with anything other than the cryptic words"WN: Dante". There was also a very expensive looking silver Tiffany ball point pen.

OOC: CARLOS, LAMAR

 

[KitanaVorr]

Malcolm's Tenement Building
Fifth Ward
7:00pm

Rosa laughed - that womanly kind of laugh that sort of tickled at men. "Come with you? Want me to meet your folks already?" Stretching, she sat up on the bed, flashing him a toothy smile.

"I probably should get home though," she admitted, glancing away. "In case Juan comes looking for me."

OOC: MALCOLM

 

[Nuke261]

Bourbon Street
Fifth Ward
6:45pm

Tommy tried very hard to keep calm as he examined the scene. All that blood made it hard to do. It was so wet and covered the material of the car and stood out against the light colored seats. NO! Tommy told himself.Quit gawking like a little kid and get your mind on this! He tried to look over the contents of the car, which was hard to do without getting into it or disturbing the evidence. While looking over the emptied contents of a purse, Tommy noticed a business card; Jessica T. Nguyen, Corporate Law, Simtex Corporation. Why does that name sound familiar...
"Hey Sarge, does any of this ring any bells for you," Tommy asked as he read the card out loud. A corporate attorney killed in the fifth, THAT is going to get some attention.

 

[KitanaVorr]

Ben Taub Hospital - Parking Lot
Houston Medical Center
6:30 pm

The night approached - colder than she had thought it would be, the chill raking up and down her skin with a practiced air. If Amy Nguyen believed in portents, perhaps this might have been such a moment...but as it was a simple shrug dismissed everything.

The day hadn't been all that wonderful to begin with. Dr. Harrison (the bastard) shutting down her research, those men in black suits (how strange was that) coming to clear out everything she had been working so hard on. Shashi and her had barely been able to get out themselves - or rather thrown out by the men.

And everything was lost...well...not quite everything. She had given Jessica a copy of all the information yesterday at her sisters request. Of course knowing Jessica, she had probably lost it, though why Jess would be interested in something like that was a mystery in and of itself.

Well she was supposed to meet her for dinner at TBull's tonight. Maybe she could get some answers then.

Suddenly more footsteps joined her own rather slow pace, echoing against the concrete of the parking lot with sure, heavy strides behind her. The more she walked, the more it followed, their steps echoing in a rhythm that seemed almost fated.

OOC: AMY

 

[Velenne]

T-Bull's Mom's House - Upstairs
Fifth Ward
6:40pm

Carlos picks up the Jess' badge, "Helloooo hottie. My name's Carlos, what's yours? Jessica? That's a pretty name. Tell me Jessica, what's on these disks?" He bends down to read the disk's labels and pick up the Tiffany pen, "Oh, the silent type eh? Take note Lamar," he says, turning around and looking as far down his nose as his neck will allow. He holds up the pen sideways so the light reflects off it,

"The woman who owns this pen is approximately yay tall, eastern-oriental, generally happy but absent-minded, drives a Mercedes...hmm..." he turns, closes his eyes, and holds the ID badge to his forehead, "yes... yes it's coming to me now...a lawyer! And dating a very large black man! With a cute sister I should be going out with. No not the black man's sister, Lamar, she's much too young for me. Get your mind out of the gutter. Anyway... she went...."

He begins to walk in circles with a finger pointed straight out in front of him, "That way! No..." he turns, "that way! Damn this psychic $hit is hard. I'll leave the rest to you my young padawan." He flips the ID badge to the teen, scoops up the disks, and goes to ask T-Bull if -though the odds are hopelessly slim- he's got a computer.

 

[Keia]

Malcolm's Tenement Building
Fifth Ward
7:00pm

Rosa laughed - that womanly kind of laugh that sort of tickled at men. "Come with you? Want me to meet your folks already?"

"Well . . .uh," Malcolm barely managed as began to feel the heat of embarassment showing on his face. He hadn't wanted things to end so soon, but he realized it was probably for the best, especially considering some of the things that Rosa had told him.

He approached her close and said, "Rosa, after I'm done at dinner, I'll ask around and see what I can find out about Jose - see what I can do to help. I'll try and call you tomorrow, to let you know what I've found and to see how you're doing. Be careful, huh?"

 

[KitanaVorr]

T-Bull's Mom's House - Kitchen
Fifth Ward
6:40pm

The smell from the chicken frying hinted of ambrosia to the lips - the usual response to having any of momma's cooking. In the background of all that sweaty culinary goodness, Kia could hear her momma talking to her, giving her all kinds of advice. It was good to be home, and yet it made her value her new found independence in on-campus living even more.

Plenty of things that T-Bull didn't know about, plenty of things that perhaps a big brother like him wouldn't know about her life. At least she had Jessica to confide to. Boy troubles, career troubles, life troubles...at least it provided her fodder for her own music.

And now an internship at the powerful Simtex corporation - working in business development - high pace and exciting. All of that starting bright and early tommorrow morning.

"So, honey. Do you know what you're gonna be doing yet?" her momma asked her as she passed Kia the potatoes to mash. "That Jess is good folk to be helping you out like this."

OOC: KIA