"Suit yourself. I'll cover you."

Tommy slung the case behind him, only his hands holding it shut now. He let Joseph take a few steps before starting to follow the man in. He kept his eyes wide open as he looked into the darkened interior, occasionally glancing at the ceiling. It wasn't the first time someone had tried offing him with murder holes, and he didn't expect it to be the last either.

Paul walked into the house cautiously, not wanting to go in in the first place. He had been forced to go, so he obviously didn't have a choice. He started looking around quickly as he got into the house, deciding to move towards one of the nearby rooms.

OOC: *Sigh* Just as an update, there are 3 doors on the left, 3 doors on the right, and at the end of the hall there is a door leading down to the basement, and a stairway leading up to the second story... I will send you back to the first room on the left since you didn't choose one.

You look into the first room on the left. Like Joseph saw, you see it is full of junk. There are boxes stacked along the back wall, there are old rusted out water heaters, and there are the old rusted bikes. The cabinet sits along the back wall in a corner, unopened.

ooc: Confusion....rising...

ic: Paul decided to open the cabinet, knowing there was the very slim possibility that something could help. Everything else was useless, so he just walked around it.

OOC: If I accidently am about to do something which may result in death (Again), can you just nudge Dave another way?

IC:

Dave goes to the first room on the right and opens the door to look inside.

You go to the cabinat and pull, but it seems stuck. You give it a few more good tugs, and it wrenches open. Three dusty books fall out at you feet. You pick them up and wipe the dust from one, to reveal the diaries of a mister W. Corbitt. You pick up the other books to discover that all three are the diaries of Corbitt, and they are numbered for the order they were written.

Tommy walked in behind the two of them, noting the books the others had found.

"So," he said, pausing to light another cigarette. "What do you have?"

"Apparently something very helpful," he replied. "I'll see what I can get from them," he said as he sat down in a nearby chair(assuming there is one) and began reading.

Dave goes and opens the first door on the right side. This is a very plainly furnished room, with two overstuffed chairs and a sofa all set up to promote conversation. There is a radio set up between the chairs, and a table in the center of the sofas and such. There are shelves along the walls with various nicknacks and collected junk on them.

Noting the radio, Tommy moved over to switch it on.

"Too damn quiet here."