[COC] Beyond the Mountains of Madness

[zombiedude]

>>>"And, sour face," she addressed Rayburn as she reached out to lock the door. "I don't think stabbing coppers with that knife you're always playing with will make it any better."<<<<

"I am not considering stabbing policemen," he says huffily, "The knife just makes me feel better.

If the door opens inward he'll brace up against it, and then look for a way to lock it. Otherwise, he'll just look for a lock.

 

[Yellow Sign]

Dressing Room in back of the Blue Note Speakeasy
Somewhere in Lower Manhatten
Around Midnight

Rayburn sees a small sliding bolt about eye level on the door. It does not look too sturdy to him though. The door opens inwards into the room and a wooden chair sits next to the it.

Antonie opens the window and checks the iron grating. It is bolted to the wall with rusty screws. The plaster and brick is abit chipped and worn around the bolts. Testing the strength of the grating, Antonie grabs it and pushes and pulls. The grate strains against the bolts and it gives slighty.

 

[Fanog]

Dressing Room in back of the Blue Note Speakeasy
Somewhere in Lower Manhatten
Around Midnight

Antonie gives a content nod if his head. "Well, this shouldn't give us too much trouble. I think we'll be out of here in a few moments."

The big man turns sideways a bit and leans on his hind leg. He then quickly shifts his weight to his front leg, forcefully putting his shoulder to the grate and hoping it'll come loose.

 

[zombiedude]

Hands Antonie the big Bowie kept behind his back to pry the grate with, then slips the chair under the doorknob quietly, and slides the bolt into place.


"Lets hope that they stay busy out there."

Listens at the door intently.

Looks at Roxie and says, "Lady, if everyday with you is this exciting we are in for one hell of a trip."

 

[DallasPA]

The Office of Professor Pabodie
The Tuck Building
Department of Engineering
Miskatonic University

Father Steele turned and replied to Richard, "Maybe Kingsport would be a good option at this time. Lets go, but I don't believe that we should let Professor Pabodie off that easy. He appears to be a man of strong convictions. I think after he has time to think about all of the implications concerning the two expeditions, and possible dangers that we may be faced with, I think he may be compelled to be a bit more open if we approach him prior to our departure to the antarctic."

 

[Byrons_Ghost]

"Sure, I guess one of us can drop by in another week or two. Still plenty of time. In the meantime perhaps we'll have more luck with Mr. Tighe."

With that, Richard starts up the car and makes for Kingsport Head.

 

[KitanaVorr]

Originally posted by zombiedude
Looks at Roxie and says, "Lady, if everyday with you is this exciting we are in for one hell of a trip."

"Why, thanks, Rayburn...I think that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me." Roxie thinks for a moment, paused in mid-adjusting of her silk stockings. "I think that's the only nice thing you've ever said to me," she corrected with a smirk and a laugh.

Turning her gaze to Tony, Roxie remarked offhandedly, "You know, Tony. You always look so much sexier when you're working that muscle of yours. Sweat on a man is a fine, fine thing." She winks at Rayburn.

 

[zombiedude]

"Why, thanks, Rayburn...I think that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me." Roxie thinks for a moment, paused in mid-adjusting of her silk stockings. "I think that's the only nice thing you've ever said to me," she corrected with a smirk and a laugh.

"Yeah, well, I had two hours sleep so I'm in a good mood."
Tries to ignore the wink.

"How's it goin' Tony? Is the knife any help?"

 

[zombiedude]

Waits for Tony to get the window open by lighting up a cigarette, then he offers one to Roxie.


"Just so you know, if we get busted in this Gin Joint I'm countin' on you ta sweet talk Starkweather and Moore."

 

[Yellow Sign]

Dressing Room in back of the Blue Note Speakeasy
Somewhere in Lower Manhatten
Around Midnight

Antonie uses the big bowie knife to good effect to pry the grating from the crumbling brick wall. After a minute or so of strenuous exertion, the grating falls with a clatter into the alleyway. Looking up and down the alleyway it looks clear of any signs of the police. At that moment someone tries to open the door and then pounds on the door. You hear! "Open this door! It's the police!"