Really sorry. I checked this last night and then forgot about it today. I'll try to be a better GM.
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Sten Bos
lawmaster wrote:Shrug my shoulders and raise my eyebrows to indicate I have no idea what she wants.
You are totally lost at this point, the woman can't speak a word of english besides help. Suddenly, a white ford pulls up and two aboriginal men exit. The woman gets up, but it's too late. She's grabbed by the men who attempt to pull her into the vehicle as she resists. The two men are wearing dark grey suits, and their hair is short, well trimmed and nearly identical.
James Cawthorn
mgb519 wrote:Go to the manager's office, knock on the door as a gentleman.
You knock on the manager's door twice before you're asked to open the door. The manager is elderly, wearing glasses and a suit that fits him awkwardly. The nameplate on his desk reads DAVID LUPANES JR. "Are you here about the security position?" He asks. "I can tell by the way you're walking that you're a military man. Am I correct?"
Peter J. Fist
Scratch wrote:OOC: Wordfitler much? or else this is getting weird a lot more quickly than I thought.
I pocket the pen and bullets, check the street name, then try to make myself presentable and head out the door.
OOC: Fuck, it was supposed to be note book. Let me know if you want to change your turn or add it to your inventory.
You put the pen and bullets in your pockets and open the door. You're surprised to see stairs when you remember you're on the second story of a house. You head downstairs and to your even greater surprise you see an office type setup. A single desk is in the center of the room, with it's own inviting drawers and even a few messy stacks of paper. In the window on the other side of the room you see an open/closed sign with the closed part sticking out. There's a door leading outside the building and another on your left which leads to who knows where?
OOC: Don't have paint.