Board Thread:Non-TES Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20160328225407/@comment-25038310-20160401005119

Quick and rude glances were exchanged for the few moments Sander dwelled on the sidewalk of the main street, mostly coming from the other petty stray teenagers, sizing up the man and thinking if they could maybe mug him. A stare from Lafayette was the only thing needed to discourage such idiocy amongst these stupid children.

He took a left in another standard dark alleyway, a recurring sight and flaw of all the gloomy buildings on each and every block. It led to a small courtyard that most likely belonged to this nearby apartment complex. On this small courtyard was a small basket field - the field lines were painted on with grafitty and the goals were nothing but rings with chains and two poles. The gate to it was wide open - the bicycle lock that was supposed to lock it and prevent it from opening cut in two.

Jon stood right next to the backdoor of the building, as he leaned against the wall next to it and curtly gestured for Sander with his head at the door.

"Locked. Asshole probably chickened out." Jon said, rather annoyed as he puffed on his cigarette.

"Oh, he won't chicken out once he gets his lines." Sander said, as he braced himself to break in, indicated by him cracking his knuckles. "Get ready to lock the front door and knock out the lobby guy if it's gotta come to that."

Jon nodded, briefly glancing towards the gate before signalling a go-ahead with his hand.

Sander counted down to three, as he took a few steps back before focusing all of his muscles in his right foot. If you had to knock down a door, he knew not to do something as stupid as using his shoulder like they do in cheap action movies. That would probably dislocate your shoulder if you tried something like th