She hadn't died from her injuries and perhaps that was the best thing she could hope for Gilda thought as she was out once again trying to scavenge hopelessly for useful objects to sustain her and Ras. She wasn't optimistic about her chances to begin with and when the explosions started, even less so.
Nothing happened, none of the infected moved towards the explosions...the very colourful explosions.
She only realised they were fireworks or assumed they were when she found what appeared to be their source, its gaudy lights hinting at a power source and possibly civilisation within.
It somehow made sense that gambling would thrive when all else failed, escapism at its finest. She made her way through the place and collected her free currency before shrugging and out of a sense of desperate mania, made her way towards the poker table.
She lost of course, but that wasn't much of a surprise to her, in her life when it came to random chance, she tended to lose. What she needed, the things that were important, she earned through blood sweat and tears, fighting her way to the prize with a determination that was cold and fixated.
She smiled and excused herself rather than lose her chips at the table of strangers.
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- Your character selects to play poker! They sit themselves at a table with unfamiliar guests. Make a new post in your [ Casino solo ] thread. Roll 5d12 (5 12-sided dice). If your character gets a matching PAIR, 3 CARDS or 4 CARDS, they win 5 coins!
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▐▐ CHARACTER'S NAME>>Gilda Farrel ▐▐ CHARACTER'S FACTION>>Prison ▐▐ CHARACTER'S JOURNAL>>[x] ▐▐ CHARACTER'S STATS>>[x] ▐▐ CHARACTER'S DESCRIPTION>> Tall and blonde with sleek curves and a very severe expression and disposition. Dressed impeccably despite the situation and apparently still in a rather businesslike mode.
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Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2015 10:14 am
She wasn't sure how long she had been wandering when conciousness left her, but she did remember the panic as she hit the floor.
When she woke it was with irritation. She did not get tied up. It was not her place. She resolved not to play their game, furious at the voice and concerned only for where Ras might be in all of this. The only thing she took from it all was the assurance that they would have to buy themselves to get freedom, based on some arbitrary value.
She snarled as best she could through the restraints.
When she found herself faced with the choice of the lady or the man she chose the man. She tried not to think too hard about why she made this choice, nor to feel too bad when the woman screamed.
She wished she could have stopped him from running, but all too quickly it was too late.
Her entire body went stiff and her eyes unfocused as she did the mental equivalent of unplugging herself, dissociating from the horror in front of her, glad only that it wasn't Ras, that he knew better than to flee, to disobey. He would have heeled.
She needed to get them both out.
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▐▐ CHARACTER'S NAME>>Gilda Farrel ▐▐ CHARACTER'S FACTION>>Prison ▐▐ CHARACTER'S JOURNAL>>[x] ▐▐ CHARACTER'S STATS>>[x] ▐▐ CHARACTER'S DESCRIPTION>> Tall and blonde with sleek curves and a very severe expression and disposition. Dressed impeccably despite the situation and apparently still in a rather businesslike mode.
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