"Guy. Lease." They would hear the drawl coming from a table, where Rich in all his cowboy con Star Wars glamour sat, a hand of cards set in front of him. "C'mon over and join me for a game, eh?"
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Character's name: Rich Filth Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:[x] Character's survival stats: [x] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Tall and built like a Kentucky farmer's son, graying hair and beard. Face currently concealed by a Storm Trooper mask.
With a large sigh Guy dropped into a seat at the table, motioning for the dealer to pass him his hand. "Man, I didn't think it would be this tiring," he complained as he adjusted his tie. Somewhere Guy had located a fancy suit and was wearing it over his He-Man costume. "You guys holding out okay?"
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Character's name: Guy Riley Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: Here, #59 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A guy with several piercings and tattoos, except his tattoos are covered up with a He-Man costume. Despite the apocalypse, he's still sporting yellow contacts that make his eyes look like tiny bats. He also found a fancy suit somewhere and is currently wearing that over his He-Man costume. A tie covers his neck.
Rich got a good long stare, it actually looked a little bit more like a glare really, as she tried to figure out his name. The get up obviously marked him for being one of the Mall Rats, and he knew her name - more importantly what she preferred to be called. But, had she ever talked to him? Maybe she had and forgot about it. She did try to seclude herself for a good part of her capture in the mall.
"Sure." She replied, a little caution in her voice as she seated herself a few seats away from him - even as she had done with Jeff (whom she hadn't seen since.. huh) - and asked for a hand.
"Holding up just peachy," sarcasm just as she had replied before when asked as she rearranged her cards. Hm.. stick with the pair or try to go for a straight...
"Are you trying to blend in to make a run for it?" She asked Guy. The fancy suit looked like it was struggling on top of those fake muscles.
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name: Lease worth and coins: 54/105
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hand: 3, 3, 9, 10, J
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Character's name: Annalise (Lease) Lapointe Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:bloop Character's survival stats: bloop BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 16, female, short and a little overweight. Probably looks disgruntled.
Ugh, what a hand. Rich killed a card, taking another with a sigh. "Gamblin's a sport, Guy. All mental exhaustion and such. We'll be outta here right quick, though." He gave the two an amiable smile, trying to be positive.
There had to be hope, even if the world was going to s**t. Even if they weren't being rescued at the moment, or ever, because why wouldn't those helicopters pick them up? Why weren't they supposed to contact authorities? Why was everything surrounded by vines?
"C'mon, lassy, I know we ain't in the best o' situations at the moment, but don't get so down n' out. Yer gonna see the other side o' them walls, and then non a' this will matter."
Hand
8, 4, 4, 12, 9
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Character's name: Rich Filth Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:[x] Character's survival stats: [x] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Tall and built like a Kentucky farmer's son, graying hair and beard. Face currently concealed by a Storm Trooper mask.
A quick, strained smile flashed on Guy's face in response to Lease's question. "You know what they say. Besides, I happen to think that I look very --" he stopped, growing pale. "Lease. Lease. Lease. I have a very, very important question for you. Do these fancy pants make my butt look big? I mean," He stood up and turned, trying to twist and view his back side. "I mean, look. I'll be frank. The zipper on this He-Man suit is kind of busted so I don't really have much choice in the matter, and I'm pretty sure that there's some padding back there. Does my butt look lumpy? You too Rick -- be honest guys. I don't want to go the entire night as That One Guy With The Lumpy Butt."
The dealer coughed, catching Guy's attention. He sat down and discarded a card, drawing a new one. "Anyway, current situation none withstanding, no Undying or Infected can get in here. It's a good chance to think and plan out the next course of action. It's --" he stopped, looking pained. "It's what Becky would have suggested."
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Character's name: Guy Riley Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: Here, #59 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A guy with several piercings and tattoos, except his tattoos are covered up with a He-Man costume. Despite the apocalypse, he's still sporting yellow contacts that make his eyes look like tiny bats. He also found a fancy suit somewhere and is currently wearing that over his He-Man costume. A tie covers his neck.
At attentions remained at her cards at first, idly shuffling them to decide on her next course of action. If all else failed, she'd keep the 3's since it was a guaranteed hand at least but did she wanna risk the others?
While she considered, she turned her eyes to Guy and rolled them. "You know there is a craft store in the mall, I'm sure they had scissors. Or brave the Walmart with some hedge clippers." She offered. That's what you got for a cheap store bough costume (she thought as she was still eyeing that Batgirl costume that they had hidden in the back).
"It's lumpy," there, an answer to his question, "another alternative would have been to steal another suit that was a little bigger." She looked around, "like that guy's," and pointed to one of the guards pretty far from their table that almost looked like he could pass as a gorilla.
In the end she decided on throwing away at least one of them. They did get a chance at another discard after all. "This is me being optimistic," she blandly told Rich as she finally slid that card to the dealer in exchange for a new one.
And despite the sour attitude she was trying to play off, she instantly lit up. ******** yeah! She got another 3 for an even better combo!
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name: Lease worth and coins: 54 (84)/105
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hand: 3, 3, 9, 10, J new hand 3, 3, 3, 10, J
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Character's name: Annalise (Lease) Lapointe Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:bloop Character's survival stats: bloop BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 16, female, short and a little overweight. Probably looks disgruntled.
"Tarnation, Guy! Get yer lumpy rear outta my face!" Rich jokingly roared, chuckling a bit. See, Guy knew how powerful hope and optimism could be. Without those two things, they may as well just give in and let themselves become cold cuts for these cannibals, or be a Shambler's next meal. Hell, without the hope of seeing his little Coral again, Rich would have just flung himself from one of the arcade windows long ago.
But they could do this, make it through the Cannibal's Casino, survive five more days, and hope and pray that the choppers would actually pick them up this time. Hell, maybe they could even find some sort of way past the damn vines. Maybe those rumored few who'd gotten cars actually escaped, and that was why there was no word back from them. Rich couldn't blame them; if he had gotten out with Coral and Lorraine, the Mall Rats would never have heard from Officer Filth again.
"Ya look fine, Guy, but not fine enough ta eat. Consider that a good thing." He said off handedly, trading his card in for something hopefully better. A pair of fours was a sucker's hand at best, and it certainly wouldn't do him any favors. "By the way; don't eat nothin' here. This may be old news but..." Rich cleared his throat, glaring at the dealer. "Meat here is... not what it seems. Le's just say that the players who get auctioned are, mmm, made to stay for dinner."
Subtle enough, Rich hoped.
"Just keep that optimism up, Lease. It's a powerful weapon too, y'know."
Hand
8, 4, 4, 12, 12
Ditching the 9
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Character's name: Rich Filth Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:[x] Character's survival stats: [x] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Tall and built like a Kentucky farmer's son, graying hair and beard. Face currently concealed by a Storm Trooper mask.
"Ummmm," Guy hummed loudly as Lease suggested going back to the Mall, "If you haven't noticed, we aren't in the Mall anymore. And we kind of can't exactly go back there, besides..." He dropped his voice, hoping the other two could still hear him. "We can either sit around and wait for someone to come help us out, or we can work together and try to find a way out of here. Y'know? I might know of --"
He stopped as soon as he realized Lease admitted his butt was lumpy. "Nooooo, I don't want to be lumpybutt Guyyyyyyy."
Guy sulked in his seat, visibly perking up. "Why Rich! That's the most wonderful backhanded -- but good -- compliment I've received all evening! Though I wouldn't mind being eaten by a girl if you know what I mean Lease please don't judge me too hard."
"Hang on. Wait. Wait. Do you mean people here seriously..." Guy trailed off, looking around. "Um. Rich? I half want to and half don't want to know where you... heard... that..."
He signaled to the dealer for another card, passing in his card for another. "Man. I'm awful at this game," he groused. "But at least it's better than Blackjack. I can never add up the numbers for that game right."
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Character's name: Guy Riley Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: Here, #59 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A guy with several piercings and tattoos, except his tattoos are covered up with a He-Man costume. Despite the apocalypse, he's still sporting yellow contacts that make his eyes look like tiny bats. He also found a fancy suit somewhere and is currently wearing that over his He-Man costume. A tie covers his neck.
"POW! Three aces!" Guy announced as he slammed his hand down. "And nine and eight are along too, I guess."
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Character's name: Guy Riley Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: Here, #59 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A guy with several piercings and tattoos, except his tattoos are covered up with a He-Man costume. Despite the apocalypse, he's still sporting yellow contacts that make his eyes look like tiny bats. He also found a fancy suit somewhere and is currently wearing that over his He-Man costume. A tie covers his neck.
Oh, how she was judging you Guy. Squinty eyes and everything. But, hadn't she been judging him - let alone everyone in the mall - since the beginning anyways? He just got to see a face full of it as she pushed out a card to the dealer. "I'm well aware we're not in the mall, Lumpy a** Guy, I was referring to when we get back.. or why you didn't fix your problem earlier."
That little sacrifice didn't pay off too well, not compared to what they all day. "Just three three's." She announced, placing them face up and out on the table. Gambling really wasn't her thing apparently, maybe her dad had just cheated in her favor when he taught her the few games she actually did know. You know, like a nice father did to their ten year old before they became opinionated.
"Stay for..." she repeated to herself, not really understanding the meaning at first. But in the context of meat. Wait, what? She cocked her head to the side, wondering if where her thought was going was where Rich's statement was implying was going on. "This is some stupid s**t they keep adding to all this." She grumbled. First they claim Rebecca died - Guy seemed to be hung up on that, maybe she should ask him about it... - and now this Casino. What else was next to this weird situation.
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name: Lease worth and coins: 54 (84)/105
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hand: 3, 3, 9, 10, J hand 3, 3, 3, 10, J new hand: 3, 3, 3, 8, J
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Character's name: Annalise (Lease) Lapointe Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:bloop Character's survival stats: bloop BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 16, female, short and a little overweight. Probably looks disgruntled.
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Rich's face grew sternly serious as he laid his hand out, two pair, bested by both Guy and Lease. It had been a fair game, at the least. He wasn't even upset about it. Hell, at least Rich had been able to get the information to the other two.
"Didn't hear 'bout it, Guy. Saw it with my own damn eyes. Saw the bastards take a meat saw to a gal, wrap her limbs up in butcher's paper and tied it all up with twine. We're dealin' with cannibals." Again a hard stare at the dealer, the same old wish of having his concealed carry. Of course, as it were, Rich's head would be a mess of brain matter and bone shrapnel before he even pulled the trigger. "So, here's my plan: We get every single person from the mall outta here as quick as we can. Ain't no one gonna be eatin' a prime rib roast au Mall. Ya got that?"
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I AM SUBMITTING MY HAND My card combination: 8, 4, 4, 12, 12 Character name: Rich Filth
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Character's name: Rich Filth Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:[x] Character's survival stats: [x] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Tall and built like a Kentucky farmer's son, graying hair and beard. Face currently concealed by a Storm Trooper mask.
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