[Sodium_noir] Darktown tour

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TellosDhampir
Darktown - The quartier hatienne
about 9pm


>Yes he headed south but he staied moving, he knew the inherant 
>dangers of a 
>guy like him even so much as being within a block of this 
>area. He intended 
>to make a pass through here only because police wouldint come 
>calling with 
>their questions and that would be worse than gangs for him. His eerie 
>presance did not help his already stand out looks all it did 
>was make most 
>people want to avoid him save those with a will that wasint 
>made of the 
>cowerdly glass most were, still afew humans could shake this 
>off and just 
>know the guy wasint normal.
>
>He kept  his speed just enough that he'd need only be worried 
>if he was 
>chased by another motorized means of transporation. He was 
>going to speed up 
>though and did just abit to be sure he wasint an easy shooting target 
>either. As he came south he would be ready to from there move 
>fast through 
>it and get moving the long way towards uptown but this detour 
>was to prevent 
>any vampires from trailing him directly to his destination. He 
>kept his eyes 
>peeled his body tense and ready to react at a moments notice.
>

The scenery suddenly changed. The squallidity of the ghetto was still
there and the streets did not look any better. The houses were still
rundown. But there was a change in atmosphere. The graffiti and gang
tags were absent or better they took on a different air. Strange symbols
were painted on the walls of the houses. They were intricate drawings
made up of lines meeting each other to form strange, yet somehow
beautiful symbols. Some could be easily identified as depicting ships or
hearts. Also snakes seemed to be a common motif. At the doors there hung
talismans. Dried chicken feet or herbs and other, stranger things. Some
of the stores were still open, all of them had the same symbol painted
somewhere on their walls or doors. It looked like rhombuses stacked upon
one another. Two, three, two, three of them. They were intersected by
horizontal lines with a star on top and bottom. Stars were also painted
inside the rhombuses. On their sides was a line that looked like a
double ended sheperd's crook and below them lines also converged to form
a flowing base.
There was still movement on the streets, people were still out and about
and laughter was heard in a few places. The whole neighborhood seemed
more relaxed and calm. But under it all there seemed to be an atmosphere
of quiet menace, they seemed to belong to it and didn't bother, but any
outsider felt it. In the stares of the people, who looked at the
stranger more openly, more confidant. There were a few people who lacked
that air and those scurried along and tried not to be noticed. But
overall this neighborhood seemed to be a community, not lone figures
trying to make a living on their own. In some places, drums send their
rhythms into the night, accompanied by singing in a strange language.
The whole place had an atmosphere of a morbid joy, that turned into cold
suspicion and stares when a stranger came along.
Then he saw gang members, who had been strangely absent before. They
seemed to come from one direction and now slowly slithered into the
neighborhood. But they didn't look at all like the gangstas of outer
Darktown. They sported rasta locks, instead of gold chains, strange
talismans hung around their necks. In their eyes a strange and terrible
fire blazed. They watched the stranger pass them and not one of them
seemed to be impressed. Instead they whispered among themselves and
laughed. As Tellos passed, he heard one of them shout after him: "Hey,
whitey, what kind of chicken ya want ta tranche with dat knife of
yours?" And another shouted: "Keep on moving, whitey, or we'll stuck dat
ting into ya ass."

[TAG the biker]

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Marvin, Marv to his friends, sat before a TV and idly surfed the
stations. He was a teenager with baggy pants and t-shirt. A gold chain
was around his neck. The idyllic scenery was marred by the gun tucked
into his waistband. It was kinda stupid to let it sit there while
lounging in an armchair but it didn't occur to Marv yet that he was in
danger of shooting his balls away, if he let the gun sit there. Tony,
his friend and compadre was in the room with him, smoking a joint. "All
seems quiet tonight." Tony said. "Yeah, we fucked off the Sharks real
good." Marv grunted. "And those motherfucking Tongs, too." He added with
a smile. His phone rang and he cursed and took the call. "Yo, Marv
here." He listened to the voice on the other side. "Man, you're shitting
me." - "This can't be true." - "Yo, watch dat motherfucker, if he stops,
finish dat bitch." He disconnected and looked at Tony. "You won't
believe what B-Dazz just told me." Tony looked up quizzically. "Some
white punk is driving through da streets with a motherfucking sword
strapped to his back. On a damn, bloody bike." Tony had an astonished
look on his face. "Who does he think he is? The fucking Black Mamba
bitch or motherfucking Blade?" Tony grunted. "Maybe you should tell the
voodoo posse." "Yeah." Marv took up the phone and dialed a number. After
a while someone took the call. "Yo, hey, tis is Marv. Is the Mescaline
in?" - "I am Marv, from the Debon posse. Don't remember me?" - "Yeah,
that one. So is the Mescaline in?" - "Fuck, anyone else? Onitt, the big
bad boojaa?" - "Damn, well, tell them that a motherfucking whitey
thinking he's the Black Mamba or bloody Blade is moving through the
hood." - "No, for real, is driving on a bike an' having one of dem
swords with him." - "Don't know, a fucking samurai sword or such crap."
Marv laughed after the reply. "Yeah, let us see how this fuck is able ta
parry bullets with that thing. Well, jus' give the heads-up to da
Mescaline, kay? Kay, bye." Marv disconnected. "Man, I think I need a
little action tonight." Marv made an obvious sign. Tony perked up. "I
have heard the voodoo posse has a nice place in Corona's street." Marv
nodded. "Call the guys, we'll gettin' a little fun tonite."

[TBC elsewhere]
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