KirayaTiDrekan
Adventurer
Feral suddenly looked at T-Dawg, alarmed. Hopefully the big lug knew better than to give out the group's real address. Regardless, Feral kept waiting for them to make the first move.
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Rubberneck
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J.R. looks towards the bend in the tracks. Then at the crossing.
"Trains comin. How far away does a train need before da arms come dahn anna alarms start gowen? I think yinz gents were meant to git hit by that train and we jest prevented it. Mind answering my previous questions?"
J.R. moves towards the drivers window of the SHO and taps on it, motioning for Cyril to either get out or roll down the window.
"Trains comin. How far away does a train need before da arms come dahn anna alarms start gowen? I think yinz gents were meant to git hit by that train and we jest prevented it. Mind answering my previous questions?"
J.R. moves towards the drivers window of the SHO and taps on it, motioning for Cyril to either get out or roll down the window.
gribble
Explorer
T-dawg takes the proffered card, and looks uncertainly between Freddie, JR and Feral. "Uh... yeah, about that... I'm not really sure of the address where we live, and I don't have a phone... I've recently been... indisposed?". The last word was said as a question more than a statement, as if grappling with a word whose meaning he didn't really understand, but had heard it used in this context before and thought it might be appropriate. "...and I just moved into a new place yesterday. Perhaps, it's better if we just follow you?".
As he hears the train approaching, he turns towards the tracks and his face takes on a sudden look of horror, then slowly it fades into relief as he realises all the lanes of the road are now blocked and no other cars can cross the tracks.
As he hears the train approaching, he turns towards the tracks and his face takes on a sudden look of horror, then slowly it fades into relief as he realises all the lanes of the road are now blocked and no other cars can cross the tracks.
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CanadienneBacon
Explorer
Round 5, Resolved
Initiative:
Otter 23
Cyril 18
J.R. 17
T-dawg 15
Feral 8
Hummer H3 1
There was almost no room between the Hummer and the driver's side of the SHO where Cyril sat, so J.R. tapped on the front passenger window. Otter was in the passenger seat, and she rolled down the window. "S'up, clown?" Otter snarked at J.R.. Cyril said nothing. He seemed to be white-knuckling the steering wheel and mumbling to himself. When J.R. looked inside the SHO, he saw that Cyril was also rocking in his seat. Just a bit.
T-dawg took the card proffered by Freddie, then looked uncertainly between Freddie, JR and Feral. "Uh... yeah, about that... I'm not really sure of the address where we live, and I don't have a phone... I've recently been... indisposed?" The last word was said as a question more than a statement, as if grappling with a word whose meaning he didn't really understand, but had heard it used in this context before and thought it might be appropriate. "...and I just moved into a new place yesterday. Perhaps, it's better if we just follow you?"
When T-dawg heard the train approaching, he turned toward the tracks. His face took on a sudden look of horror, then slowly faded into relief.[sblock=T-dawg]To clarify, not all the lanes are blocked. The third lane (which is the left lane) is still open, and cars have occasionally been zipping past.[/sblock]
Feral suddenly looked at T-Dawg, alarmed. Hopefully the big lug knew better than to give out the group's real address. For the moment, however, it appeared that T-dawg hadn't given out the address for the church. Either than, or he couldn't remember it or never knew it. Regardless, Feral kept waiting for the men in the Hummer to make the first move.
Freddie frowned at T-dawg. "Your friends don't got no address neither? Hang on a minute." With a sidelong glance at Feral, Freddie retreated from T-dawg and went over to the Hummer. He walked around the vehicle to the rear passenger-side door and motioned for Mr. Pinky to open up. The locks on the door popped open, and the door cracked open. Feral heard Mr. Pinky say quietly, "What's the deal with these jokers?" Freddie frowned briefly in Feral's direction, then leaned into the inside of the Hummer and spoke softly.[sblock=Feral]Make a Perception check DC 13 to see if Feral can overhear what Freddie and Mr. Pinky say.[/sblock]
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Initiative:
Otter 23
Cyril 18
J.R. 17
T-dawg 15
Feral 8
Hummer H3 1
There was almost no room between the Hummer and the driver's side of the SHO where Cyril sat, so J.R. tapped on the front passenger window. Otter was in the passenger seat, and she rolled down the window. "S'up, clown?" Otter snarked at J.R.. Cyril said nothing. He seemed to be white-knuckling the steering wheel and mumbling to himself. When J.R. looked inside the SHO, he saw that Cyril was also rocking in his seat. Just a bit.
T-dawg took the card proffered by Freddie, then looked uncertainly between Freddie, JR and Feral. "Uh... yeah, about that... I'm not really sure of the address where we live, and I don't have a phone... I've recently been... indisposed?" The last word was said as a question more than a statement, as if grappling with a word whose meaning he didn't really understand, but had heard it used in this context before and thought it might be appropriate. "...and I just moved into a new place yesterday. Perhaps, it's better if we just follow you?"
When T-dawg heard the train approaching, he turned toward the tracks. His face took on a sudden look of horror, then slowly faded into relief.[sblock=T-dawg]To clarify, not all the lanes are blocked. The third lane (which is the left lane) is still open, and cars have occasionally been zipping past.[/sblock]
Feral suddenly looked at T-Dawg, alarmed. Hopefully the big lug knew better than to give out the group's real address. For the moment, however, it appeared that T-dawg hadn't given out the address for the church. Either than, or he couldn't remember it or never knew it. Regardless, Feral kept waiting for the men in the Hummer to make the first move.
Freddie frowned at T-dawg. "Your friends don't got no address neither? Hang on a minute." With a sidelong glance at Feral, Freddie retreated from T-dawg and went over to the Hummer. He walked around the vehicle to the rear passenger-side door and motioned for Mr. Pinky to open up. The locks on the door popped open, and the door cracked open. Feral heard Mr. Pinky say quietly, "What's the deal with these jokers?" Freddie frowned briefly in Feral's direction, then leaned into the inside of the Hummer and spoke softly.[sblock=Feral]Make a Perception check DC 13 to see if Feral can overhear what Freddie and Mr. Pinky say.[/sblock]
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KirayaTiDrekan
Adventurer
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KirayaTiDrekan
Adventurer
Feral starts quoting Reservoir Dogs to himself while smiling at the people in the Hummer.
CanadienneBacon
Explorer
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KirayaTiDrekan
Adventurer
OOC: Feral does not hear anything of the whispered conversation between Freddie and Mr. Pinky. But extra points shall be awarded for gratuitous quoting of Reservoir Dogs, should such quoting occur in this thread. 
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gribble
Explorer
As Freddie walks away, T-dawg suddenly realises that one of the lanes isn't entirely blocked, and as the barriers aren't down, the cars zipping across the tracks are in danger. With Freddie distracted, he runs over to the unblocked lane, and throws his arms out to either side, trying to use his bulk to prevent cars from crossing the tracks. He seems more concerned about preventing an accident than his own safety...
Forged Fury
First Post
Noticing the door was opened, Cyril snapped out of his reverie and looked across the passenger seat. "What's up?"
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