The power exchange looms over the flat landscape, rendered dark and dreamy by the thick shadows and wash of yellowed light. The sounds of struggle appear to be coming from behind the exchange; that is to say, the little lane (no more than a bitumen track) that runs behind and around the collection of concrete wall, huts, pipes and towering stacks). This lane is shielded from the street by the bulk of the exchange. Without lighting, the meet (for surely it was a meet) would have been fairly private - until fists were thrown, that is. The air is clear this spring night and it carries far more easily than the denizens who work their gruesome trade had anticipated.
I need to know who is being stealthy and who is not, before you all converge on the scene. For reference, the denizens of the night are wrapped up in their business and won't notice anyone unless they do something too drastic. At least, not at first.
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2014-05-16 20:11:32 |
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Goons to notice the closing net... rolls 3 to Wits + Composure - 2 (10 Again) |
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5, 7, 3 |
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failure |