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And to think that all began with a little girl in the airport...
Jacob sigh and nods in agreement

Clark admired the main lobby and stared in awe, but when the white folk began whispering he hurried and followed the others up the stairs.

Clark nods and gets up. He joins the others outside.
"To the hotel than"

We came to seek the truth when it all began in the airport.
Jacob replies

The coffee pot's door rings as Clark enters the place, he brush his coat and nods the waiter. It's been a nice walk in the chill outside and the warm place is more than welcome. Looking around he spots the others. "Miss, Gentlemen, it is pleasure to see you all again." Clark place his hand...

Good job, god bless us, that was on the edge.
Jacob takes a breath and pads on Greg's shoulder as he sits on the ledge and curse silently what ever was own there.
Seems we need to confront those who chant.

Pull you bastards, pull!!
Jacob calls, trying to encourage them

Placing his trumpet and a cold weather outfit in a small hand suitcase Clark embark a bus to New York. He takes the rear sit and enjoys the early morning ride from Massasuchets across Providence, Rhode island to New York city. Luckily the weather was fair and it was a good time to exit Boston since ...

Jacob, above the smoke catch the rope with one hand and tries with his other hand to grab Greg, hopefully, the last will catch the rope. If he fails he will start to climb up to sve his life.

"Greg, grab my leg and folow the foot holds I'm using"
CON: 1d100 30

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Jacob tries to climb the cliff and above the smoke
Climb: 1d100 11

"Alex climb up and pull us up together. Go Go!!"
Jacob says with a pray
"God is testing me.."

Thank you miss Lawrence. I will be there on time. Clark says. The Jazz musician hangs the phone of the "blue bar" in Boston where he works in. It is the afternoon when Amy reached him and the kind owner was letting Clark to take the call. After the show tonight he will return back home to...

IDEA, CONX5, LUCK: 3#1d100 65 57 58

Jacob looks around, maybe he can run to another side and away from the *smog*

CONX5: 1d100 66
Jacob prays while brushing the sparks from his cloth

CONX5: 1d100 77
Panicked, Jacob looks around. Liz blocks the way up. Is there anywhere else to flee ?

Jacob takes out his pistol, ready himself for whatever is coming

Listen: 2#1d100 40 62

SAN : 1d100 54 Seeing Maria body, Jacob pause to say "Kaddish" with a low voice ,although she is not a jewish, while the others collect Maria's belonging. Once he is finished he suggest "Maybe we can check the memory card ... hand me the papers, I will read them but we need to find a...