Bring the Beatings with Trash Can Snares

**Argent** · Mar 24th, 2010 10:15 PM

"I'm worse than crazy, dahling," Argent replies with a grin. "I'm lucky."

At the growl, he makes a shushing motion. "Stop that, I can't think when you're turning me on. I certainly can't run while my pants fit funny."

He considers the blind corner for a few moments, then whispers softly to himself, "Lorna, smile upon your least favorite but best looking son tonight..."

Moving forward slowly and quietly, he whispers to Ciara, "Follow me... quietly."

He sounds surprisingly serious, even refraining from making a comment about the likelihood of her grabbing his ass.

(( Looking for tripwires, etc, any signs of traps; moving at 1/2 SPD ))

+2 Survival, +1 Stealth

**Fractured** · Mar 25th, 2010 06:50 PM

"No light, huh? S'okay, I think I got one." Mickey scrounges in his pocket for Prometheus' blessing. "I don't see any cameras, neither, guy. Boy, it's hot out tonight, eh, Brenda?" he says, raising his voice to be heard by the big woman ahead of him. "Almost as hot as Phoenix, wouldn't you say?"

Brenda looks sideways at the humongous man and is taken by a sudden coughing fit. She puts one hand up to keep Jake from getting too close, the other dropping into her pocket. "Yeah," she answers finally. "It's like Phoenix out here."

"Oh, whaddaya know," Mickey says, grinning at Gabriel like the Devil himself. "Found my light, boyo." His hand finally comes out of his pocket...holding a (still-capped) road flare.

Brenda's got one, too. "Too bad. I like 'em big," she says to Jake, spitting at his feet.

Everyone can make a Wits + Science roll -3, except Argent, who takes no penalty since he's actively searching the area. Then roll Initiative