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<blockquote data-quote="CanadienneBacon" data-source="post: 6553864" data-attributes="member: 11146">[sblock=Perception]Otter, T-dawg, and <a href="http://orokos.com/roll/262486" target="_blank">J.R.</a> hear emergency sirens.&nbsp; Feral (too strung out on adrenaline at the moment) and Cyril (his usual oblivious self) haven't detected the emergency sirens yet.[/sblock][ooc]@Rubberneck, when you link to a die roll would you please also say in the IC what the roll result is?&nbsp; Invisible Castle is down, so I couldn't click through to view your die result.&nbsp; I rolled for you, using orokos.com (link is above in the sblocked bit.[/ooc]When Feral leaves the side of the Wee Bee store and steps out into the strip of parking lot flanking the store, Marks spots him immediately.&nbsp; Marks stomps the gas pedal and comes to a screeching halt adjacent to Feral, motioning for him to get in.&nbsp; Now that the van is a titch closer to the back of the store, Otter spies the back alley a bit better.&nbsp; It looks like there's enough room to wiggle the van through, but it'll be tight.Just then, Feral and Otter hear screeching tires.&nbsp; A bottle green-colored 1980s model Cadillac comes barreling through the loading area on the back side of the store.&nbsp; The car's tires kick up small pebbles and loose grit as the Caddy's driver hits the brakes.&nbsp; Feral smells a transmission going bad--an acrid burning sort of smell fills his nose.&nbsp; The Caddy jets between the crooked dumpster, but doesn't quite make it.&nbsp; The Caddy's passenger-side mirror snaps off with an audible crunch.&nbsp; The rest of the car, however, is a green streak of fury and accelerates into a right turn, heading out of sight down the back alley.[ATTACH]67314[/ATTACH]<a href="http://orokos.com/roll/262497" target="_blank">Cyril 14 </a> <a href="http://orokos.com/roll/262498" target="_blank">T-dawg 14 </a>hear the squeal of tires and a subsequent crunch of metal grinding against fiberglass.&nbsp; <a href="http://orokos.com/roll/262499" target="_blank">J.R. 6</a> hears nothing, however.&nbsp; What they do or do not hear, however, is rendered moot as the three briskly trot to the rear of the flower shop, only to be confronted by a speeding green vehicle headed directly for them in the back alley.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="CanadienneBacon, post: 6553864, member: 11146"] [sblock=Perception]Otter, T-dawg, and [url=http://orokos.com/roll/262486]J.R.[/url] hear emergency sirens. Feral (too strung out on adrenaline at the moment) and Cyril (his usual oblivious self) haven't detected the emergency sirens yet.[/sblock] [ooc]@Rubberneck, when you link to a die roll would you please also say in the IC what the roll result is? Invisible Castle is down, so I couldn't click through to view your die result. I rolled for you, using orokos.com (link is above in the sblocked bit.[/ooc] When Feral leaves the side of the Wee Bee store and steps out into the strip of parking lot flanking the store, Marks spots him immediately. Marks stomps the gas pedal and comes to a screeching halt adjacent to Feral, motioning for him to get in. Now that the van is a titch closer to the back of the store, Otter spies the back alley a bit better. It [I]looks [/I]like there's enough room to wiggle the van through, but it'll be tight. Just then, Feral and Otter hear screeching tires. A bottle green-colored 1980s model Cadillac comes barreling through the loading area on the back side of the store. The car's tires kick up small pebbles and loose grit as the Caddy's driver hits the brakes. Feral smells a transmission going bad--an acrid burning sort of smell fills his nose. The Caddy jets between the crooked dumpster, but doesn't quite make it. The Caddy's passenger-side mirror snaps off with an audible crunch. The rest of the car, however, is a green streak of fury and accelerates into a right turn, heading out of sight down the back alley. [ATTACH=CONFIG]67314._xfImport[/ATTACH] [url=http://orokos.com/roll/262497]Cyril 14 [/url] [url=http://orokos.com/roll/262498]T-dawg 14 [/url]hear the squeal of tires and a subsequent crunch of metal grinding against fiberglass. [url=http://orokos.com/roll/262499]J.R. 6[/url] hears nothing, however. What they do or do not hear, however, is rendered moot as the three briskly trot to the rear of the flower shop, only to be confronted by a speeding green vehicle headed directly for them in the back alley. [/QUOTE]

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