Board Thread:Other Roleplay/@comment-24507077-20171017022804/@comment-25926749-20171020020845

With a reserved, yet somehow confident stride, a slim figure decked in black with the strange style of wearing glasses over a grey balaclava stepped out of a dark, battered van. It seemed to have writing on it, but it had faded from age. He carried a briefcase as well...Nothing of particular interest, though he wouldn't want anybody but him to see. There were....*shameful* things in that case.

But they didn't know that. And lured with the prospect of a nice dinner, he arrived. He looked over at the motley crew that also got invited. He shrugged and cleared his throat as his own way of acknowledging them.