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

[garyh]

Local Police Precinct
Fifth Ward
2:30pm

"Look, Detective," Lamar finally spoke up, "all we want to do is protect our families and keep our neighborhood safe. Isn't that supposed to be your job?"

 

[KitanaVorr]

Local Police Precinct
Fifth Ward
2:30pm

Barton ignored Lamar only acknowledging him with another burst of cigarette smoke that curled around the room. Already the whole place stunk of cheap smoke and old sweat socks mixed in with rusty metal. Not the most enticing of atmospheres even with the sight of the ruddy detective.

"You two gonna make a statement or not?"

OOC: MALCOLM, LAMAR

 

[KitanaVorr]

Johnson's Neighborhood Garage
Fifth Ward
2:30pm

"Insecticide?" Jason glanced at T-Bull as he took the Tec-9 pistol. "Its Houston...who doesn't have any has got to be crazy...as for 10 grand...what does that have to do with it? As for Barton...the Fu Kim case, nobody's talking but it could be him trying to find yet another reason to pester Jess."

OOC: TBULL

 

[Jemal]

Ben Taub Hospital- Front Steps
Texas Medical Center
2:00pm


Cameras...fans...reporters...tourists...security...all of that gathered in front of the steps to Ben Taub where Carla had left nothing out short of a public extravaganza for Houston's returning singing sensation. As Mike pulled up in his car, having been directed where he should be parking and standing, even provided a security escort to the podium.

The marked difference from his treatment before and now only intensified with Carla's adroit wrangling. She was worth every expensive percentage that he forked over. Mike was sure that thanks to the macabre coverage of his father's tragedy, his record sales would explode.

Ushered behind a doctor who was assuredly not Amy Nguyen and certainly not seen before, he listened as the man who called himself "Dr. Harrison" rattled off his father's condition as being critical, that the staff was doing all they could to help Mike Matthews and his father in their time of need. The Houston Police Chief, a man Mike has yet to meet himself, stepped up to second that, assuring that he was putting his best detectives on the case.

Soon it was Mike's turn to say a few words, all cameras, eyes and ears turned to his direction while Carla Roderiguez, the beautiful dark seductress she was, gave him a knowing wink and a whisper in his ear to 'play it up beautifully'.

OOC: MIKE

OOC: 1400th post, so I figured as good a time as any to do this.

IC:
Mike stepped forward, clearing his throat "Yo, 'sup Texas? I just got a few things I wanna say right now, then take some questions. First, my thanks to the staff here at Ben-taub for taking such good care of my old man, They been great. I also wanna say to the guys that shot up Fu-Kim.." He looks directly at the cameras "You aint gonna get away, you're gonna pay for what you did, you suns-a-b*tches. I'm sure the police will get something done about this." He adds, glancing at the chief before returning to his usual stance. "I also wanna say that unless something really f*cking weird happens, My next concert is scheduled for whenever my dad wakes up. Now that that's done, Lets have some questions."

OOC: Couldn't really think of much else..

 

[Keia]

Malcolm looks to Lamar on the statement question, giving him the look, letting him knowthat it was his decision to make. Malcolm had a lot invested in this - it was his brother that Lamar saw. But ultimately, Lamar was the witness and it was his statement that would incriminate Dogman. Malcolm was here because his brother was involved, and Lamar was his best friend.

To lighten the mood, cover the look and give time for Lamar to think, Malcolm looks at the detective, then stands up and looks at his own butt with a glance over his shoulder, "Is it really that scrawny?" he asks detective Barton.

 

[Velenne]

UT-Houston Medical School - Virology Lab
Texas Medical Center
3:01pm

"I show you mine, you show me yours? Well if we're going to be juvenile then for the record, I asked you first. How do we know these signatures aren't forged? We should have heard something about it before the muscle showed up and tore the place apart, don't you think?"

He'll turn around just long enough to knock over the phone and then divert to the big man who nearly knocked over Amy,

"So tell me Mr. Dark Suit, -Vinny, Bruno, whatever you call yourself- how long have you been destroying offices for the C. D. C.?" he asks, puncutating each letter, "How exactly do you qualify for such a position? Do all members of the CDC wear the same dark suits to Virology labs so they can move some boxes?"

 

[KitanaVorr]

Ben Taub Hospital- Front Steps
Texas Medical Center
2:00pm


Devoid of a breeze, the sun felt hot on his face...December in Houston...cameras in his face...people in his face...strangers party to his most intimate tragedies and drama. And his agent whispering in his ear about inspiration for future songs, future contracts.

The questions came at him like a million mosquitos, biting, flying, swooping, repeating as if they could trip him up, get him to reveal a great quote for them to plaster all over the newspapers.

"Mr. Matthews, how do you feel about your father being shot?"
"Mr. Matthews, why do you think Fu Kim was a target?"
"Mr. Matthews, do you think you were the primary target?"
"Mr. Matthews, does this have anything to do with gangs taking offense to your music?"
"Mr. Matthews, what have the police done so far for you?"
"Mr. Matthews, do you think your father is in danger?"
"Mr. Matthews..."
"Mr. Matthews..."

OOC: MIKE

 

[KitanaVorr]

UT-Houston Medical School - Virology Lab
Texas Medical Center
3:00pm

The man merely looked at Carlos, not at all looking as if he was either diverted or impressed. He made no move to produce identification...or really any move at all from his position overseeing the whole operation.

Amy was running around like a headless chicken, trying to get her stuff back, but was being rudely rebuffed nearly to the point of physical resraint. "He belongs here, you don't," she snapped, looking for all the world as if she would tear her hair out right then and there.

"I'm sorry, Ma'am...but we only follow orders. National Security," the dark suited ringleader replied, not sounding at all apologetic.

OOC: CARLOS

 

[garyh]

Local Police Precinct
Fifth Ward
2:30pm

"You two gonna make a statement or not?"

"Yes," Lamar said, "Yes I am. Something needs to be done."

 

[Velenne]

UT-Houston Medical School - Virology Lab
Texas Medical Center
3:00pm

Orders? National Security? Black suits? I'll bet they're packing too...let's test our luck and see if we can't get shot twice in two days shall we?

Carlos marches over to where the techies are huddled together and leans in to speak more quietly, "We're not just gonna stand here and let some thieves take all your hard work are we? These men don't belong here, I don't care what they say. Shashi, go see where they're taking this stuff. You there, go find me some Isoflurane* or Desflurane* or something to that effect. The rest of you help me and Amy take what we can out of here."