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<blockquote data-quote="Thanacus" data-source="post: 709205" data-attributes="member: 10499">No, thank you, I think sacastically as I step off the bus.&nbsp; What the hell angle could I pull here?&nbsp; Damn dirthole of a town.&nbsp; Looking up and down the street for any sign of life brings his eyes upon a small cafe. Well, at least they're civilized.A tall teenager, dressed in almost formal casual attire (blue polo shirt, black jeans) walks into the cafe, casually, yet with a piercing gaze, looks around, observing the simple patrons.&nbsp; He stands around 6 feet with blond hair, brown eyes, and the flicker of a boyish grin on his lips. Too poor.&nbsp; Damnit, I should've gone to the next town.With a bit of a rehearsed swagger, he makes his way up to the bar.&quot;Coffee.&nbsp; Lots of cream, lots of sugar.&quot;Taking his coffee in hand, he casually watches the strange throng of people gathered in a booth nearby. Scavengers?&nbsp; No, seem too classy for that.&nbsp; Not military either, or at least all of them aren't.&nbsp; Government?&nbsp; No, not stiff enough. With hopes of discovering this mystery, he slides into an adjacent booth (hopefully drawing no apparent attention to himself), a local newspaper in hand, and begins to listen.Bluff check:&nbsp; 17+9=26 Listen check:&nbsp; 11+0=11</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Thanacus, post: 709205, member: 10499"] [I]No, thank you[/I], I think sacastically as I step off the bus. [I]What the hell angle could I pull here? Damn dirthole of a town.[/I] Looking up and down the street for any sign of life brings his eyes upon a small cafe. [I] Well, at least they're civilized.[/I] A tall teenager, dressed in almost formal casual attire (blue polo shirt, black jeans) walks into the cafe, casually, yet with a piercing gaze, looks around, observing the simple patrons. He stands around 6 feet with blond hair, brown eyes, and the flicker of a boyish grin on his lips. [I] Too poor. Damnit, I should've gone to the next town.[/I] With a bit of a rehearsed swagger, he makes his way up to the bar. "Coffee. Lots of cream, lots of sugar." Taking his coffee in hand, he casually watches the strange throng of people gathered in a booth nearby. [I] Scavengers? No, seem too classy for that. Not military either, or at least all of them aren't. Government? No, not stiff enough. [/I] With hopes of discovering this mystery, he slides into an adjacent booth (hopefully drawing no apparent attention to himself), a local newspaper in hand, and begins to listen. [B]Bluff check: 17+9=26[/B] [B]Listen check: 11+0=11[/B] [/QUOTE]

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