Separate names with a comma.
(Sure)
(She doesn't drive)
(What?)
(Dude, really?)
(Accepted.)
Tarragon: moves among the crates in the darkness. Has dagger ready. Looks for Troy.
(Sorry, had to put that in there. HP.)
Tarragon: "Stay here and keep firing." Runs to the edge of the warehouse Derrick: nods and fires.
Tarragon: helps him back up. "Not my friend you *****!" Throws a dagger and it lands in her wing.
Derrick: raises gun and tries to shoot her down. Tarragon: keeps looking. Hears some soft footsteps.
Derrick: sighs. "Really, I thought you guys were more creative!" Tarragon: "Careful, they are." Looks around.
Derrick: smirks. "Not falling for it." Tarragon: sees something in the corner moving fast.
Tarragon: "What did your sis say?"
Derrick: "Back to back." We stand with our backs together. Tarragon: "This has got to be the most awkward moment in my life." Derrick: "Agreed."
Derrick: takes out gun and aims it at Troy. "Figured you'd show up." Tarragon: stands next to Derrick.
(Scratch that)
Derrick: takes out gun and aims it at Renae's head. "Don't move."
Derrick: dodges. Tarragon: "What the hell?!
Derrick: sighs. Whipes the blood off of Renae's forehead. "We've talked about this."
Derrick: ignores him. Tarragon: turns around. "Never have seen you here before. New guy?"