Feb 25, 2009 18:48
[There's a squeal of tires and brakes as a '71 Chevelle pops into view, nearly driving into the fountain. The car sits for a moment before the engine's killed and the driver steps out, removing a trucker's cap and scratching his head for a moment. He puts the cap back on and reaches into the front seat. Pulling out a map, he looks at it, looks around at the City, then looks at the map again.]
I know I've bin driving for awhile, but this sure as hell ain't the Nebraska border.
[After one last look at the map, it's tossed back in the car. He pulls out a cell phone, but there's no signal. He does, however, start looking around for the source of that ticking sound in his ears.]
Well, ain't this a hoot?
[Bobby looks arouns some more before reaching back into the car a final time, this time coming out with a handgun which he tucks in his back waistband, under his coat. He locks the doors. Seeing the Network device on the ground he picks it up and starts walking toward the shops.]
S'pose it's time to ask the locals for directions, maybe someone in those shops dropped this, too.
[ooc: All tags are assumed voice, unless specified otherwise.]
[ooc2: good night and backtag ya later!]
not playing games anymore,
that ain't right,
concerned,
what now?