Sean smoked a fat rock of crack and came up with a great idea, hes sick of riding a skateboard to everywhere he wants to go.....

The junkyard what's a better place for someone with no money, and enough crack to out run a pitbull, to find an old dirt bike or something of the like.

But first he has to find a way to distract the dogs.

He waits at the mcdonalds drive thru till a van filled with little girls coming from a soccer game pulls up and orders 6 happy meals and a big mac for the mother whose thighs stop moving twenty minutes after she does.

2008-11-06 15:22:28 sean rolls 4 dice to dex athletics (Diff 7, used willpower) 6,2,3,9 (2 successes)

Sean waits for the lady to hand out the drinks, and once she starts to hand the bag out the window he takes off running as fast as he can in between the van and brick wall of mcdonalds.
He grabs the bag and keeps running out of the parking lot.


(OOC, ill let RJ decide if the fat lady chases and shizzle)  

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A morbidly obese soccer mom chase a crack head? You dont catch crackheads and Fat people dont run. Her penguins gait wouldnt have gotten her out of hte van before Sean had a six block lead.

Plus she just lost her dinner and you dont tease a 400 pound woman with hot greasy bags like that. So no, She wont chase, but she will demand to see a manager to get that stolen meal replaced free of charge. It is, after all, always the corporations fault.

God Bless America.

Sean places the bag of food into his back pack after he gets the big mac out to eat himself, he walks to the junkyard and walks up to the front entrance.

He finishes his hamburger And walks up to the booth where al sits. "Hey man, do you have any dirtbikes?" He says as he wipes special sauce from the big mac of his beard.  

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Al gives Sean a once over and grunts, digging out a busted up binder and flipping through the grubby pages.

'Weve got a few wrecked bikes, you looking for anything specific or just wanna poke around?'

Al stresses the poke around. He hates when people want his help.

"Yea man i just wanna poke around a bit." He waits for al to let him in or whatever he has to do.

Al spits on the floor and presses a button that buzzes Sean through the gate.

'Bring anything you find back here for checkout, we dont take kindly to thieves and mind Barry, he dont move too quick these days.'

Al gives his spiel, waving Sean along into the scrapyard. Before him, against the gathering dusk looms the stacks of crushed cars, scattered hulks of rusted industrial machines and the towering magnetic crane at the center of the scrapyard.