[Sodium_noir] Listen to the Night

[eagandigh]

Titus, Warren, Marv & the Debon posse
Templar, Troglodyte, Gangbangers
Lasombra, Nosferatu, Mortals
Darktown

>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.'
>

Marv started to sweat profusely and held out both hands in a defensive
gesture in front of him. "Hey, man, cool down. Everythings cool. All is
cool." The others seemed all to take a step back. It was clear that
should Titus start to smite the living daylights out of Marv they would
scatter and flee, instead of supporting him. Sometimes flight was the
better part of valor.

"My bro' here," he gestured to B-Dazz, who reluctantly came forward.
"He's seen the fuck you are talking about. I already told the Den."
B-Dazz gulped. "Yessir, I have seen the dumb fuck. Drove through the
hood as if it were his private racing track. Moved south into the voodoo
posse's home turf. Bet he's already minced and beaten." As an
afterthought he added. "Sir."

Marv smiled. "See, everything's cool." Then he added. "So, whassup wit
dat reward you were talking about?"

[A TAG from Darktown with love]