Craig Steele
Craig's eyebrow's raise as he looks back at the men being gestured at.
Huh? Oh, security's been changed since that broad went missing. Standard policy of the retreat is if you aren't a registered client, security needs to follow you... You wrote that didn't you, Blake? I can't remember what stuffshirt came up with this shit... Craig turns back to David.
Shit, man... I was following you. Didn't you say something about looking for what's her face? Craig looks around almost comically from one side of the hallway to the other.
OOC:
Psychology Rolls Please!
The man rubs his beard and then let's his hand run down his shirt to poke in through the buttons and scrape his belly button. He leans in and speaks only loud enough for David to hear
Since we're down here, want to see something cool? Craig's beard moves showing a mischievous grin.
I can't show everybody... just the VI to the mother-fuckin Ps... if you know what I'm saying. Craig let's out a breathy belly laugh.
The celebrity retreat is an old mansion located in the Hollywood hills. It is on a sprawling 4 acre estate surrounded by a 10' tall stone fence with a large black iron motorized gate blocking the entrance. Amanda pulls the car up and a guard exits a security shack walking up to the window. He smiles at Amanda as he waits for her to roll the window down.
OOC:
There is no road to get to the back of the estate as its back wall leads directly up to a hill. There is the potential to climb over the wall to get in unseen, or possibly get access through another estate.
