He looks about the court room. Looking for anyone that stands out from the crowd. People that don't look like they would normally be there in particular.
There aren't many people at the trial, it appears that everyone already knows the outcome. There's the occasional police officer posted on the walls, with a few citizens watching in the pews.No one stands out. If he wants info, he'd need to start socializing.
He quietly asks the closest person that looks like he's actively listening to the case. "I just got here. Who's the accused?"
Perry pops up from behind Ouri. "Sooooooooooooooooooooooooooo," he says condescendingly. "Come on up! You can do it!" Vana screams from the top as she nudges Danger (@Firepaw Da Cat )[DOUBLEPOST=1451187796][/DOUBLEPOST] "There's a few abandoned houses near the west side fence, they're beaten down and barely used thanks to all of the shelters in the inner-district, those are crowded though and not many people like to go to the abandoned houses so it's a prime basing spot," Hilary says with her smile still wickedly sprawling across her oddly cute face.
"Alrighty then, feel free to lead the way, lass." Hookbeak says. He holds up the Black Mamba and notes that it's unloaded. "Any chance we could fill this thing along the way?"
"Yeah I think we could nab some shots somewhere," Hilary shrugs as she walks away. Danny smacks himself on the forehead, "of course! This is my home, my apologies, you can make plenty cozy when ending someone's life I assume." Kently chuckles as he makes for his seat, which spins.
Perry slumps down on his ass, tapping the beaten couch beside him with his fingers impatiently. But silent.
Xael shrugged. "It's up to you," she said, turning to locate Vana, "if you want to keep going we can."
Hookbeak follows her. "Any information ye' could tell me 'bout this place? I've only been 'ere for a day or two, without any prior knowledge."
"Well what do you want to know?" She says as she turns to him. "Awesome!" He shouts as he stands up, "can I see?" Vana's laying on the roof of a building behind them, today she wears jeans, a t-shirt, sunglasses, and running shoes, something unfitting and casual for her. Lone Star makes his way onto the roof finally, struggling to sprawl his body onto the surface, "please don't tell me we're goin' now," he moans.
