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

[Velenne]

Ben Taub Hospital, Hallway
Texas Medical Center

Carlos swallows his pride and the handful of comments he could have given the slimeball. He snorts at the thought of smuggling cocaine.

"No, no drugs anywhere in my line of work. Let's see, not affiliated with any gangs. Completing my residency in orthotics and prosthetics at this very hospital, in fact. I live in an apartment near here and havn't been near any gangs since I left high school for that very reason. That was eight years ago and I havn't looked back."

 

[KitanaVorr]

DIHO Apartments
Bellaire, Chinatown

Ferris can't find a single thing out of place that he can remember or anything that seems out of the ordinary. But as he stands there in his bedroom, he can't quite but almost places his finger on it that its something in here that is off.

Then just as he nears the closet the door gets kicked open, but he barely manages to dive back to avoid getting hit by the door.

Out steps a very muscular and very frightening looking man with the Lobos gang colors. "You little muchacho. Welcome home." The man smiles not so pleasantly. "Got questions for you to answer, little man."

OOC: FERRIS you can talk or attack
Search Check (3+1) 4
Spot (13+1) 14
Reflex Save (11+4) 15

 

[KitanaVorr]

Ben Taub Hospital, Emergency Center
Texas Medical Center

"Doctor eh?" The detective looks at Carlos up and down with something akin to amusement and derision as if he still couldn't believe it. "You can carry all kinds of things for a doctor can't you? medicinal drugs...you one of them weed heads trying to legalize reefer? Maybe smuggle them in that leg of yours?" He gestured toward the prosthetic. "Make it real easy, huh? Come on, you can tell me."

OOC: CARLOS (lol he is a slimeball isn't he?)

 

[Velenne]

Carlos begins to lose his patience, but realizes the cop is just trying to provoke him so he can have another suspect. Deep down though, he'd love to take a surgical drill to the fat @$$'s skull.

"Doctor, yes sir. I carry a medical kit in the trunk of my car for emergencies like the one today. Unfortunately, I was in no condition to help anyone, even myself. Sorry, but I didn't catch your name detective. Do you have a number I can reach you at if I remember anything else?"

 

[GWolf]

Ferris's Pad

Ferris thinks to himself play it cool and if anything goes wrong, remember the 10mm in your back. "Well, what do you want to know?"

 

[KitanaVorr]

Ben Taub Hospital, Emergency Center
Texas Medical Center

Detective Barton gave another yellow-toothed smile. "Sure thing." He pulled out a wrinkled card with coffee stains and who knows what else on it, sticking it in Carlos' shirt pocket. Shuffling off further into the emergency room, he called back over his shoulder. "Don't you be skipping the border there, Dr. Mexico. I'll be keepin' my eye on you and your excitable friend."

OOC: CARLOS

 

[KitanaVorr]

DIHO Apartments
Bellaire, Chinatown

The man smelled strongly of sweat and cologne. "Keep your hands out where I can see them, little man. I don't wanna to have to rearrange that pretty boy face you got there....yet." His smile was perfect and white.

Folding his arms, he stared down at Ferris who was still on the ground where he had dived away. "Now where's that sh*t @$$ed old man of yours?"

OOC: FERRIS

um you don't have your gun in your back. You never took it to work, remember? and you never got it from wherever you put it when you got home.

 

[GWolf]

Stupid Stupid @sshole...thats it I am never going to feet without that gun. I have a license for it, why not.

"Well, I really don't know. He left me with this apartment and bailed. Thats all I know you can beat the piss out of me, and thats all I am going to know" Ferris says cooly.

 

[Velenne]

Ben Taub Hospital, Emergency Center
Texas Medical Center

"Good luck to you detective, " Carlos smirks. Guilty until proven innocent, so that's how it is. I'm the one that get's shot, so it must have been my doing. Racist prick. Carlos walks away confidently knowing that he could run intellectual circles around him. Hell, he could probably run literal circles around him fake leg and all. Carlos wonders if he has the cardiovascular endurance to run such a marathon...

He shakes his head of that little tangent of thought and looks around for Amy. Seeing her talking to Mike, he waits for her to finish -having already said his peace to the young man for now.

 

[garyh]

Mayes Tenement Building, Mayes Apartment
Fifth Ward
4:20pm

"Yes, sir, that's me," Lamar replied. "I appreciate your praise. I just try to make the most of what the Lord gave me."

"We're just trying to help out the neighborhood, Mr. Mayes," Lamar continued. "This place has taken too many..."

Lamar sighed, and then continued, "I better go see if T-Bull needs my help. I'll come on back in afterwards, though, if you'd like to talk some hoops."