07-31-2008, 05:25 PM
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He absently shuffled his hands into his pockets as she tried to wedge the door open, but it wouldn't budge. Laurel couldn't really see why it wouldn't, although on a closer inspection he figured that the pretty lattice-like work in the glass of the door wasn't really in the glass of the door. Maybe it was the reason. Given all of the locked doors around, he wondered if man had died out before anything was open, like the signs often said. “Mmm, I don't know. We could always just bust out one of the windows and go in that way,” he said, eying the plate glass window beside him precariously as though it were going to unhinge from where it was and fall out on him.[/html]
“Or I could go around back and see if there's anything there and you can keep trying that door,” he thought aloud, letting his olive-tinted gaze slide back to her. Hell, if she even wanted to, they could just go and find another building and tell the one that they were standing front of to get lost. But at least it had an awning like some of the others, which despite it's tattered nature, was keeping a little bit of the rain from them. Not that it mattered much since he was soaked to the bone, but having it there only made him less inclined to much of much anything else but stay out of the unpleasant weather. Either way, he reckoned if she wanted to get into the building, forcefully was about the only way they were getting in.