<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/NeORiQ4.jpg)</div><br/>Ah yes, the fan distraction, always handy. And Huang didn't even have to be the one to fake a call this time. Well, the fangirls's noble sacrifice had just bought him a unique opportunity, and he wasn't about to waste it. Normally one sick guard wouldn't make much of a difference for security against most people, but Huang wasn't more people.<br/><br/>Almost like a ghost, Huang had paid his tab and passed under the shadow of the flickering street lamp, walking casually like he was meant to be approaching the barricade from the side like this. A short hop later, he was over the barricade, and walking behind the sick guard without a care in the world... well almost. He grimaced as he smelled the man's foul cologne. He must've had a really bad cold if he thought he hadn't used too much.<br/><br/>One obstacle cleared, all that was left would be to slip along the edge of the crowd massed along the red carpet and slip into the lobby, avoiding the media especially, though likely everyone would be taking pictures. However, the last thing he wanted was a clear image of him ending up on the Matrix for any interested parties to see. Even broadcasting his fake identity, "Zhen Hyuga", he hadn't substantially changed his looks yet.<br/><br/>Still, passing between people wasn't too hard. The adept made deliberate movements, only barely brushing against members of the crowd as he passed behind or before them, not forcing his way so as not to call attention, but still fast, as he eyed the people around him carefully to determine which gaps her could easily slip through. Finally he reached the very furthermost edge of the red carpet, next to the lobby and opposite where the stars would arrive, and he just had to wait. When the latest star arrived, a particularly popular actor by the looks of it, Huang took his chance, striding across and into the lobby. He didn't stop until he was in the middle of the room, and, taking a moment to straighten out his suit jacket and run a hand through his hair, he breathed a sigh as he waited for a moment...<br/><br/>Nope, no security had called out for him, it seemed he was clear.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Charisma + Infiltration: 8d6 = 4  (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=50279)hits.<br/>Fan ID: 3d6 = 1  (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=50280)hit.<br/>Media ID: 5d6 = 0 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=50281) hits.</div></div>