Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20180527004826/@comment-25828117-20180604123428

Harold Burned-Mane wrote: Johnny took the money and fake documents from the suitcase and headed towards a car rental place. It was best to get his own car than take a public mode of transportation where someone might recognize him. Johnny had to hurry up, the sun was going down and shops were closing. There was a car rental company not far away from where he stood.

The place had big store windows that lit the darkening streets and practically beckoned people to come in. It used to be a car dealer but since most of those had gone out of business the building had turned to renting and second hand sales, which explained the little desk in the middle of the showroom where once there used to be filled with cars but was now left eerily spaced out and open. One wondered why the owner of the rentals wouldn't move his desk closer to the glass door and instead want people to walk all the way to the middle of an empty showroom.

From the corners, the shop speakers played Quincy Jones' cover of Exodus which echoed softly.

The owner sat comfortably, reading LIFE magazines. with his feet up on the desk and reclining in a leather seat.