<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/7HI4r.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Phil<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Scoundrel<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Mirabelle Vale's train yard<br/><strong>Time:</strong>9/4/2505, late morning<br/><strong>With:</strong>Levi and Sophie<br/><br/>Phil did indeed laugh at the jokes, albeit a bit nervously.<strong>"Yeah..."</strong>he added after the little bout had passed.<strong>"Moving on sounds like a lovely prospect right now."</strong>He approached the front of the train, making sure to stay a few steps behind the women who were being so kind as to act as his distractions to get aboard. He just sincerely hoped once he was aboard that he wouldn't run into any problems. Of course, knowing the luck they'd been having, there probably would be.<br/><br/>Doing his level best to stay calm with a few pounds of high explosive currently bundled up nice and tight in his backpack, Phil waited for Sophie to go get the attention of the conductor (and hopefully his compatriot if Levi was going to board as well) before making his way forward, trying to stay out of their fields of vision.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Still as good as Lance</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2013-07-23 10:41:01, TheRaven (uid: 37670) rolls: 7d10 tn1: 5 tn2: 10 Result: 3 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=48619)</div></div>