[Sodium_noir] Listen to the Night

[eugene mcfadden]

>[OOC: I'll just pipe in, if no one objects :)]

OOC: whay!

>Titus, Warren, Marv & the Debon posse
>Templar, Troglodyte
>Lasombra, Nosferatu
>Darktown
> >
> >>' Fucking Darktown, we'll head that way, here's my card,' he
> >handed over his
> >>card, ' Don't forget to spread the word, and spread it real
> >fast.  Come on
> >>Warren, let's go play with the darkies.'
> >
> >>As they moved off, Titus wondered what had happened to Maurice.
> >
> >From Neon city, down through lowrentsville's Eastern expanse
> >they made their way to Darktown. To the Ghetto.
> >
> >Warren appeared less than comfortable, even for a Sabbat
> >brave. Above ground wasn't his thing for long periods of time
> >and Darktown was foreign territory to him. The Setites might
> >rule here with the Family's permission, but they were no
> >vassal state. They were powerful and volatile, fully capable
> >of enforcing their own boundaries.
> >
> >If he hadn't been with the Templer he might have thought twice
> >about walking into the borough in such small numbers.
> >
> >"Far be it for me to tell the Templer his business Titus, but
> >I assume you know what we;re doing? Just as I assume you can
> >feel all those eyes glaring at us already?"
> >
> >The streets had started to fill as rumours of the white guy on
> >the motorbike got around. There was an air of expectancy here
> >now, almost as if they were waiting to see if he'd do it
> >again. Where the faces had started out of mixed race, now they
> >were almost all black. African Americans.
> >
>
>Marv and Tony had gathered a few guys around them. There was Derek and
>Philly. B-Dazz and his two friends Rufus and H-Block (H-Block, because
>he was always babbling, that he had the best H on the block. No one took
>him seriously, though). So at least half of the Debon posse were around.
>They stood outside, still discussing the freak on the bike, although
>Marv got tired of it, he wanted to see some damn action and get on with
>going to Corona's street. Well, Derek was rolling a joint, which meant
>it would take them at least half an hour to get going, because Derek
>never rolled only one joint. Tony had tried to stick the nickname
>Manyjoints to him, but that hadn't somehow stuck. Marv just wanted to
>tell the others to get the fuck going, when Rufus just stared to the
>corner. "Fuck." Marv turned around and like a ghost out of hell a gaint
>white man came around in baggy clothes with a fucking brace around one
>leg. Beside him was a huddled creep in a coat with hunched shoulders and
>a hood that kept his features in the dark. Would have been a funny
>picture, if it weren't for the hulking brute. A brute that he had heard
>of. Marv looked around, all guys had noticed the pair and were alert at
>once. Well, except Derek, who just looked up and then continued rolling
>the joint. All eyes were on Marv. There wasn't someone around who was
>higher in the pecking order of the street. Fuck.
>
>Marv turned to the pair, who was still a few steps away. He had to admit
>to himself that he was scared like hell, the reputation of the brute
>preceeded him. He only could remember one time when he was more scared
>than now. That was when he was standing before the wicker throne,
>throwing his allegiance to the Houngan. "Yo, man. Aren't ya da Bane? Da
>big bad motherfucka of the Family? What brings ya to our turf?" He tried
>to sound as brave as possible, he only failed by a margin. His right
>hand was sitting on his hip, ready to grab the gun riding above his
>butt. Damn, all he wanted was getting some fucking action in bloody
>Corona's street.

Titus stopped and fixed his eyes on Marv, giving the gang banger the full on 
glare (OOC: Intimidation 5 + Strenght 5 + Brusier merit).

' You have your turf, boy, because the Voodoo posse granted you that turf.  
And me and mine granted them their rights, you clear? Now get that hand off 
your hip, stand up fucking striaght, show some fucking respect and tell me 
if you've seen some dumb fuck on a bike with a sword on his back.  There may 
be some reward in it if you send me the right way.'

A TAG full of love.