Finished with the slots... for forever, it seemed, since the attendants weren't allowing him back near them, Max stood at the edge of the room near the door he had been ejected from after he'd received his collar. He should have been playing, but he also couldn't see how a five minute breather would hurt his chances in the long run. He'd seen some pretty high numbers on those collars, and if the ones wearing them had a shot at leaving this place, then so did he.
He braced his hands on his hips and stretched his back, muffling a faint groan of relief. If nothing else, he'd been sitting for too long.
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Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2015 1:25 pm
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Anya stared about the room, eyeing the people and looking for familiar faces. Part of her hoped to find some while another part hoped to not find them, that they hadn't fallen into this sick trap of a fake casino.
To take her mind off the blatant murder she'd just seen, she forced herself to focus on the casino and its games. She had to somehow buy herself... And that meant gaining at least 90 more coins if she didn't lose any. She noticed a new face slouching on the wall nearby. It was a more rough and tumble type of person than she was used to seeing.. maybe the'd know how to play these games? As she had no knowledge on it at all. Anya walked over to him with a tentative smile.
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Character's name: Anya IC Wounds: None atm Casino Coins: 50 Character's faction: University Character's journal link:ola! Character's survival stats: Mini site BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Quiet and gamer girl Slightly wavy black hair, blue eyes, light brown skin with a scattering of freckles. Average height, average looks. Has some meat on her bones. Usually wears jeans, a black t-shirt and bright blue convers. Has simple blackrimmed glasses with an N7 symbol on the right side.
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"Hey," Max said, crossing his arms and continuing to look out over the crowd after nodding at the girl. "You're from that school, right?" She could have been from the mall or apartments or even a Harbinger, he supposed, but he'd already met enough schoolkids to assume that anyone of a certain age with that... sparkly fresh look about them was probably from the university.
"This must be weird for you." Not that it wasn't weird for him, but that was beside the point.
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Character's name: Max Porter Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:x Character's survival stats:x BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Dark brown hair and eyes. Light brown skin. Average build. Five feet, ten inches tall. Frown.
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Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2015 9:46 am
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so if I reach 450 in here today.. do I get +20 or +10?
At least he seemed friendly! Anya thought when he called out to her. Which was good cause he looked kinda rough and tumble. "Yeah, the university. Is it the lack of any real dirt on me that gave it away?" She smiled a bit at that. The University did have running water… not good enough to drink but safe enough (maybe) so that they could have showers. "I'm Anya. And yeah... It is odd... I'm not one for parties or gambling.... but guess I've got to learn fast if I'm to get out of here right?" She said as she reached him.
"What about you? I've not run into much people outside of the university since I stayed there for the most part."
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He sniffed the air and smiled. "Yeah, definitely the lack of smell." He liked to think he was fairly clean as well, but that was really only because of the brief amount of sink time they'd given him here after saving that woman.
"Max. I'm living in the prison, but I wasn't a prisoner or anything. And I don't like to gamble either, but I will if I have to. I definitely think this is weird though. They've had all of this electricity for months and they're using it to... do this. We could have all been living here this whole time." He rolled his eyes.
"I met some kids from the school. I hear there are other groups too, but if I met any of them, they didn't say."
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Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2015 12:26 pm
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gonna be gone in about an hour so just gonna cash in my 10 now so that I cna free myself before tis too late!
She felt a bit worried when he said Prison. I mean.. that’s where the bad ones went right? But then she realized it wasn’t all bad… they’d changed it from high security to low years ago so only minor offenses went there. … Hopefully.
“I think they ran out of... meat.” She said with a scowl .There had been those rooms, those words… the hints that all lead her mind down dark paths. She wasn’t going to eat anything here! At all! “I’d rather know how they’re keeping the infected away. There’s none here despite the noise and light… Maybe the lights keep them at bay? Not that it helps at the university where we’ve got some backup generators giving us some light. I’m glad we weren’t here till now.. in fact I wish we weren’t here at all! There’s only alcohol and … suspicious food. And collars. Weird games where you can die. … I would rather be back out there with the infected. It’s simpler out there. ” She sighed and scratched beneath the color.
“I know theres mall people… they’ve got little umbrellas to mark themselves I think. Like how we university have our jerseys.” She looked down at her covered one. “I should probably pull my jersery out and put it over the sweaters….” She muttered.
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Ran out of meat? Max had been a combination of just oblivious enough and just stubborn enough to have gotten no information at all out of their captors during his collaring, so he'd never had any reason to ponder what they did with the people they killed. He suddenly had a very good idea of where the bodies went. He was also very thankful that he hadn't done anything more than drink a fruity cocktail around here.
"Oh. Meat." He swallowed. "Yeah. I guess I did prefer it out there. It had been a hard life, full of uncertainty, but it had been better than this. "You probably don't have to wear three shirts if you don't want to," he said, chuckling. "I think we're all friends in here, for the time being." To be truthful, he had never thought they weren't all working to get out together, before the promise of weapons and safety had made their lives a competition. "I wish you luck in getting out."
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