Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27888435-20160706175642/@comment-26191607-20160810213438

Scythe sighs. He walks up to a door with a label.

"31B?" He muses. "Everyone hold up! I'll move in first." He blows a few strands of hair out of his eyes. Replacing the flashlight with a knife, he slowly opens the door. Kicking the door open the final few inches, he jumps into the room, and looks around. "Clear! Move in!"