OPEN LOG Who: Duo and whoever feels like trying stop/help him escape from jail! What: Blowing this popsicle stand! Where: The jail When: Whenever the Hitachiins got bored and left
It was about damn time! Those damn deputies had finally buggered off leaving Duo to himself. And his lockpicks. The bandit slipped them out of the end of his braid and into the cell door lock, working them blindly until he felt it give and he was out of there! Not as fast as he would have liked to be, though, which meant that he had to work stealthily instead -- not an easy task with a bullet lodged in your rear end and infection probably starting to set in.
Duo snuck around behind the jailhouse, limp-skip-running, and oriented himself. The first order of business (or, well, the second since breaking out in the first place had been the first order of business) was finding a horse. And maybe, if he had a little luck, finding out what had become of the rest of his gang on the way. This time of night, Duo's best chances of finding a horse probably laid over at the saloon; and if he couldn't find anything there, it was up to the Adachi ranch. He really hoped he could find something at the saloon.