[@rocketrobie2][@pyroman][@GrizzTheMauler][@LadyRunic]

[b]Christopher Harris[/b]

Christopher peered at his peers, moving cautiously into the bank. The floor immediately worried him, and he took a deep breath - lightening himself to the point where his steps were more for show than anything else. Taking a pamphlet He walked over to a seating area that really left one wanting. As he perused the gibberish dreamt up by some or other marketing department, he recalled the fanfare his father would always be subject to, should he ever deign to visit the local banks. This utter disregard was something new. It was something that Christopher found himself liking. His eyes lifted from his reading, and looked over the room. Nothing of much note. Small, probably specialising in micro-short-term fiance. Obviously having seen better days - his eyebrow raised at the floor once more. Understaffed, minimal security - probably never actually had a theft before. Looking over the people - their clothes and styles - community dependency leading to communal policing? interesting. One main entrance, few windows. He stifled a snort as he looked at the other's in his group, trying to be inconspicuous. Hopefully, they were more obvious to him because he knew they were trying not to be. Flinging the Pamphlet to the side, he got up from the uncomfortable chair as the paper fluttered onto a side table next to him. 

Rolling his shoulders and neck, he started towards the Inquiries counter and flashed his best smarmy grin at the lady - ignoring the sounds coming from the restroom. With a raised eyebrow and squared shoulders, he addressed her in a lower register than normal, channelling his father - and succeeding with alarming accuracy. 

[b]"Greetings, My name is Christopher Harris. I've recently immigrated to this country - Purely for academic purposes of course, and I find myself in a bit of a pickle - I have just now spotted the most beautifully restored 59 Corvette Roadster. Naturally I need it, and the owner ran up the price before ceding. As it is, I need to move and then withdraw - cash - from Travel account before end of day. You can manage One Fifty right? I am willing to pay to expedite the process."[/b] He smiled at her once more, and rose an eyebrow.

It should take a while for her to get permission to move that much on such short notice, and then of course she will need to organise it with the manager - before there will be a waiting period for the RSA bank to okay the transfer. All in all, a good few hours secured. The lady clearly did not expect this, and asked him to wait while she inquires whether or not they will actually be able to help him, or offer him a referral. He sighed, as she scuttled off. 

[@pyroman] (I am assuming that you will speak for the help)