Krysta leaves the gates open should anyone want to follow her. She looks down the long path and notices that the house is actually much larger than she'd thought when she first glimpsed it in the van. (Wow ... It's like ... Wow ...) Descriptive words escape Krystas' mind. THe place was insanely huge, and ellaborately decorated. The trees that lines the overgrown pathway to the front of the house hung like a tunnel of greenery. It was difficult to tell the difference between the leaves and the moss growing from them. It was clearly abandoned. The long grass that had flowered was clear evidence of that. No one who owned such a place would let it get this far gone. At least, Krysta wouldn't have.

"Man ... they've left calling in the gardeners way too long," Geli says coming up behind Krysta. "If the cost of a telephone call is just 'a little help' in that yard, I'm taking my chances and walking." He came to stand beside her, brushing his body up against hers, hoping for sparks.

He glances back noting that the rest of Luc's Angels were yet to emerge from the van; he hoped that they weren't taking time out from the stranger in their midst. So far, they each seemed more than a likable crowd, even their outcast. (And not one lacking a ten in the looks department ...) He turned back to follow Krysta's gaze, his eyes only catching briefly on the knot of her bikini top.

"Think they kept alligators in the pool?"

Krysta laughs. "Tell me about it." Her eyes close and her heart skips a beat as their hot skin touches. She closes her eyes to enjoy it for a breif moment. Aligators, eh? She chuckles again, turning her head to look up at his face. "Let's check it out." She suggests, leaning back for just a second. The intense heat from the air and their bodies stimulating thoughts inappropriate for anything other than rated R.

She grabs for his hand. "C'mon," She says, mischief growing on her face as she pulls him through the gates. Her curiousity for the house and other intentions overwhelm her. She continues to pull Argelico onto the grounds of the large estate.

He allowed the red head to drag him along, offering up little resistance. (I have no problem accepting sweets from this stranger ... despite the grim fascination with knife wielding hitchhickers. Maybe that was Freudian?) He pictures the house being cool amidst all this heat; nestled under the canopy of trees it could only be and even a degree less would feel like stepping into airconditioning at this point.

Together with Krysta he headed into the grounds.

Cortez walks from the highway over to the gate, his eyes a little cautious about the whole area. Seriously, who in their right mind would think of exploring an old abandoned mansion? Krysta and Hobo-Man were obviously not the brightest pair in the group. Regardless, Cortez walks along the path leading up to the gates, spotting that it's open meaning that Krysta and Argelico have ventured inside.

With a sigh, Cortez walks past the metallic gate, stepping down the pathway without waiting for Lucas to catch up. If some psycho hacker wanted to kill him, then by all means go right ahead. After walking the path a bit, Cortez spots Argelico and Krysta outside the mansion having some flirting banter between each other. Rolling his eyes, he continues down the path until he reaches the grounds.

Lucas makes his way to the gate, his fists clenched and his teeth gritted as his eyes practically drill holes in Cortez’s back. Cortez doesn’t have to worry about some psycho killing coming after him ‘cause with the mood that Lucas is in, Luc might actually do it himself. For a brief second, Luc actually wonders if he could kill Cortez and make it look like an accident. He probably could, push him down the stairs and say he slipped. He shakes his head. As tempting as it may be, I’m not gonna kill the bastard. The boy unclenches his fists and his jaw and takes a deep breath before opening the gate with a lot more force than he originally planned.

The gate swings back and hits its metal frame with a loud clang and Luc doesn’t even look back at it to make sure it’s closed properly. His fists and jaw return to their clenched positions as he carries on his way into the grounds. Luc briefly looks over to Krysta and the hobo-guy before his gaze returns to Cortez’ back.