Post by Noah on Jan 14, 2009 18:43:19 GMT -5
Noah pulls a walkie-talkie from his pack. He tosses it to the DJ and grabs the speakers and Hilton CD.
"Call me over it if you get screwed, channel 7. I'm gonna go hook this up to the NW, try to get them to head away from the bar."
He grabs a radio from the back room and shoves some D-Cells into it.
"I'll be plaing Pied Piper. Once I get a few miles away I'll ditch the radio and head back. Shouldn't be too hard if I stick to the rooftops."
After a few minutes work some of the less useful supplies have been removed from Noah's pack and he's jury rigged it to carry the radio and speakers for easy movement. He heads to the rooftop and begins heading towards the disturbance. The bar residents can hear strains of Hilton in the distance.
"Call me over it if you get screwed, channel 7. I'm gonna go hook this up to the NW, try to get them to head away from the bar."
He grabs a radio from the back room and shoves some D-Cells into it.
"I'll be plaing Pied Piper. Once I get a few miles away I'll ditch the radio and head back. Shouldn't be too hard if I stick to the rooftops."
After a few minutes work some of the less useful supplies have been removed from Noah's pack and he's jury rigged it to carry the radio and speakers for easy movement. He heads to the rooftop and begins heading towards the disturbance. The bar residents can hear strains of Hilton in the distance.