[Sodium_noir] Listen to the Night

[eugene mcfadden]

>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?"

Titus raised an eyebrow, smiled.

' I alread knew he was heading that way,' he gestured, ' Track him the fuck 
down, give me definite fucking co-ordinates, then there's two hundred bucks 
in it. Two hundred and I'll put in a good word with the Voodoo Posse, maybe 
have them give you some more credit.  Deal?'

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