A man stood with his arms crossed at Table 6, quietly watching the game of blackjack. He was dressed in an ill-fitting but sharp suit. The arms of his jacket seemed unusually tight.
The OOC
Available for interaction... but for what purpose?
Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2015 1:35 am
Monica had been trying for so long to get rid of this kinder egg. She hurried as quickly as she could to the named table. "Hi!" she said to the announcer guy.
(What if he was a murderer? Monica thought. But - but she didn't want more food, and it wasn't worth that many casino coins for sale...)
"Ah...are you the man from the radio?" she asked, pulling her kinder surprise from her bag and holding it in front of his face.
OOC
Character's name: Monica Chavez Character's faction: 2 Prison Character's journal link:bae Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Chubby, tiny girl with curly hair (red, with light brown roots) and dark skin. Big eyes. Wearing double handcuff bracelet. Focused, charismatic, loyal, affectionate, excitable, cocky.
"Shh!" He hissed sharply at her, nodding towards the players. "Quiet down. There's a game in progress. If you want in go find another table." The man grabbed Monica's hand as he forced it out of his face and down.
Monica would find that her kinder egg was gone. Instead she was now holding 10 casino coins.
The Boss was watching from afar. He heard the radio message, and well. He was highly suspicious.
OOC
Character's name: Magnus "The Boss" Fury Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: --HERE to search up your character and link to their bio! Make sure to plug in your character's ID. BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Brown hair, scarred face, patch over right eye. Might be mistaken as one of the prisoners, himself. Has an aura of intimidation. Weapon:Sniper rifle with a blade attachment, as well as a suppressor.
Casino Coins: 139
Blade Kuroda
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thyPOPE
Devoted Hoarder
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Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2015 1:45 am
Monica's mouth opened in a small 'o'. "Okay," she whispered. Were those...coins? In her hand? Yes. This was a more than fair trade. "Enjoy!" she added, still as quietly as she could.
She slunk off, waving merrily to the man as she left.
coins: 20+10=30 >>
OOC
Character's name: Monica Chavez Character's faction: 2 Prison Character's journal link:bae Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Chubby, tiny girl with curly hair (red, with light brown roots) and dark skin. Big eyes. Wearing double handcuff bracelet. Focused, charismatic, loyal, affectionate, excitable, cocky.
Marushii
QUOTE MORE PEOPLE IF YOU ARE TALKING OT THEM
Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2015 1:46 am
The man crossed his arms and continued to watch the game of blackjack, if somewhat uneasy.
Oscar rubbed his neck softly, approaching the blackclad man and squinting at him. How mysterious. Perhaps a quest giver? "Hey there. Nice jacket." He murmered, looking around nervously.
OOC
Character's name: Oscar Owens Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:JOURNAL Character's survival stats: STATS BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Standing at a tall 6'0ft, Oscar is olive skinned with golden-brown hair and grey eyes. He's physically large and looks like he has some muscle.
Dazs was wandering the casino. The numbers on the cards had seemed to blur after a while, and not through any effect of spiked drinks. It was just, just... so many numbers. Most people were utterly absorbed in themselves, in their own tables. And it was understandable. When a person'a life was on the line, it was easy to get tunnel vision. So, when Dazs noticed someone watching others, Dazs began to watch him.
And deciding watching wasn't very fun, he stole up next to the man. "What's so interesting?" he asked in a whisper. Well - it was as much of a whisper as the casino allowed. "Is someone cheatin'?" Maybe he could see how, learn a few moves.
OOC
Character's name: Haagendazs St. Pierre Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: #86 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 15 year old boy. [x]
Coins: 100/140
Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2015 2:42 pm
quite uneventful
The man gave a non-committal grunt in reply, his eyes focused on the blackjack game.
The Semblance of Unity
"See for yourself." Despite the man trying to keep his voice low, it sounded awfully familiar.
Mia wandered over to the table and stared dully at it, his jaw jutting out in distaste.
"I don't like this," He whispered, shifting his head and scratching the collar around his neck. "... don't think I'll gamble ever again after this." The blond's eyes were glazed, haunted as he stared at the other patrons, not looking at the man that was trying so very hard not to be noticed.
"The people they take away... where do they take them to?" His voice was still quiet, becoming even more so. He was going off on a rambling spree again. "You never see the bodies. Do they throw them for the undying? Are they satisfying them? Is that why less and less people show up and are never seen again or do they just disappear and are never seen again and leave us wondering-" Mia stopped quite suddenly and pinched the bridge of his nose, realizing he was probably annoying the guy.
Breathe. He had to breathe in and out. The blond didn't want to end up like that poor man in the room when he first got here - it still haunted him, the look in both of their eyes, one thankful beyond belief, the other.... well, the other looked like nothing more than an animal.
Mia tried to quell his shaking.
Marushii
Derp. Thank you!
OOC
Character's Name: Mad Mia Character's Faction: Prison Character's Journal Link:Hey! Listen! Over Here! Character's survival stats:Mad MiaView Coins: 103/105 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Wiry thin with wild chin-length blond hair, and green eyes. For clothing, he has goggles resting on his head over a llama hat. two scarves, a red shirt with a black vest, green pants, and brown boots. He looks... not quite all there in the head.
Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2015 5:03 pm
He peered up at the man... something about the voice. But that didn't make sense - the voice was so familiar, and yet... Dazs shrugged and decided the best way to know was to ask.
He tugged on the man's sleeve. "Hey, are you... you know, is it you?" If it was who Dazs thought it was... but how? Then he paused, because this was obviously some kind of secret operation or something. And Dazs was DJ Secret, so he knew all about these sorts of things.
"Somebody said you were gone or something." He almost made a spooky ghost noise with his mouth, but secrecy agents do not make spooky ghosts noises with their mouths. So he did not.
OOC
Character's name: Haagendazs St. Pierre Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: #86 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 15 year old boy. [x]
As Mia began rambling, the man attempted to shy away from him but was stopped as Dazs grabbed his arm. His plushy, plushy arm.
A pained look crossed his face. "...Yeah. I'm still here. You... You've got something on you." The recognized man reached up and tapped his throat, signaling. "You might want to consider getting that off. The longer you keep it on, the more it itches. Y'know?"
Kanth
Please don't forget your OOC info in spoilers! c:
The Semblance of Unity
Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2015 8:19 pm
Dazs shook his head. "I can't. I got family; they're first. My bother and my mom." He spoke with quiet conviction. His brother was the only reason he was still here at all, and Dazs had thought his mom possibly gone forever. But she wasn't; she was alive, they all were. They were everything Dazs had and, like something precious and fragile, he needed to protect them. Even if he didn't get enough coins for himself. It'd be ok.
"You know how it is. I gotta do what's important."
marushii
OOC
Character's name: Haagendazs St. Pierre Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: #86 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 15 year old boy. [x]
"Sorry. This place... is really getting to me," He apologized to the man, clenching his eyes shut for a moment before he extended his hand to the other in an offering of peace.
"They call me Mia." His gaze slid over to the other man, eyeing the collar. It itched the more they wore it...?
He'd also heard over the radio to ask to keep one for a memento, but he wasn't sure exactly why. Mia's gaze was curious, regarding both of the other men, respectfully keeping the right amount of distance. He knew he weirded others out - he tried not to, but when things became stressful... Mia just broke down.
Marushii
OOC
Character's Name: Mad Mia Character's Faction: Prison Character's Journal Link:Hey! Listen! Over Here! Character's survival stats:Mad MiaView Coins: 103/105 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Wiry thin with wild chin-length blond hair, and green eyes. For clothing, he has goggles resting on his head over a llama hat. two scarves, a red shirt with a black vest, green pants, and brown boots. He looks... not quite all there in the head.
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