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[FoP- entrance]

Trei's good eye scans the area, taking in the brute squad making their way to the door, the general calm of the area, and the girl ducking around the corner. It doesn't take long for his mind to pick catch on...

Those with the tattoo bear a marble.

Marblebearers without a marble are in trouble.

Aaaah, s**t...

With a groan, the young man strides past the enforcer looking guys and towards the corner he'd seen the girl go. For better or worse, he's stuck with this group. Might as well try and set up a little bit of backup...

So he moves, his hand falling away from a now caked-over eye. Looks like the game's gonna get off to a rocky start...

She grumbled something as she saw the two guarding the door, just peachy. Her arm hurt like hell and now there were two people guarding where a few minutes ago she had walked out of. She had her gun with her, but the chances of her being able to fire and hit anything were slim. The chances were she’d fire and hit some elderly person crossing the street. This was shaping out to be the best day ever...

[FoP]

The young man makes his way to the alleyway, either oblivious or simply ignoring the brute behind him. If the girl he'd seen proves willing to help, then they just might be able to make something of this little bull s**t party...

So, rather, than startle her and get shanked, the young man gives a loud, attempt at well-sounding greeting.

"Yo... I take it you just got ganked too?"

Gamma approached the inner side of the door. With some dexterity he put a handful of marbles under his mask and put in the marble that felt right. A chainsaw in the left, three marbles in the right.

Clutching all his fingers except the index and thumb around the marbles, he opened the door. Saying nothing he turned to Eustathios, and palmed a marble to him. He'd wait as the Spartan did his thing and put in the right marble. Once he was nominal again, he'd turn to Miles.

Miles would get another marble. Gamma would watch through the mask as Miles put the marble in, just in case someone tried to pull something.

And then Gamma would wait for a moment, looking around. Cogs and gears turned in his head. Gamma didn't wear this fancy suits for nothing. He wasn't a business man, but he was a hell of a con artist.

Sort of.

Gamma would raise his free hand to his lips under the mask. Blowing around his fingers Gamma created a hellacious whistle that would carry throughout the island.

The mask changed. A grey and black monochromatic face resurfaced; grinning smile and cheerful eyes. The Comedy mask adorned his face over a bloodstained black and grey pinstriped suit, with a chainsaw held up on one shoulder. Chainsaw alone was pretty threatening, just ignore the hardened gobs of gore all over it.

"Hey! I've noticed that there has been a massive loss of marbles." Grinning, both with his face and mask, Gamma held up the final marble he had. Details didn't interest him and colors eluded; but it was certainly a marble. It was clear now just how badly people were messed up without it.

See: People huddled on the street sides

"Demand has skyrocketed, and yet price stays the same." Gamma shouted to make sure he could be heard, because if he had to repeat himself, people would probably be in a world of hurt.

"Behind me is a marble waiting for you to get it. They'll charge you some for it, but it's worth not being all ******** up."

"However." This was pronounced louder, even above his previous shouting.

"This door is ours."

"Unless we get what we want, you do not pass this door. You pay, you guy in, you get a marble, and you leave." Gamma lowered his hand, and continued on. Something about a masked man in a suit, holding a chainsaw made him an excellent candidate for political office.

"If you come back, we'll take the marble. No returns."

Gamma drove a hard bargain. He stayed in front of the door with Miles and Eustathios on either side.

Crazy Gamma's Marble Emporium was open for business. Results may vary.

Hearing the door open behind him, the Spartan did not flinch, he knew who it was. Eustathios kept diligent, looking about for anyone who might still possess their marble and attempt to liberate their small yet very important toehold. As new marble was put in his hand, he could feel the power rush through it, the increase wasn't substantial, but it was more. Sort of like a double high when he was all wired up on adrenaline. For the moment, it was perfect. He quickly changed the marble he had, with this one and hid it, where, well you didn't want to know. Taking the time to switch his sword with one of his spears, the Spartan felt grander. He was fairly sure that anyone who attempted to attack them would fail completely and utterly in that venture. This reminded him of the battle of Thermopylae, except in this case, the force with superior numbers would not win. All holed up like this with his weapons and shield brought to bare, he felt invulnerable, unkillable, a force of nature.

Being on the side of the building she easily heard the ‘speech’. Great another person to add to the shoot before you die list. From the looks of it though she was more likely to be shot or chopped up then anyone on her mental list. Just standing here wasn’t getting her any closer to shooting people either. Her attention was drawn back to the man in front of her when he spoke. Mentally she went though the possibilities of getting a new marble. Lowering her voice so only he could her, she spoke, “Back door?” Rain joked, as she slouched to try and assuage the pain. It wasnt working.

[FoP]

Trei slides down the wall to a sitting position, fighting the urge to vomit; partially just fromthe lack of wanting to deal with it, and partially because he knows just what will come up, and he can't afford to lose any of that right now...

Now, his voice drops, scanning the building behind him; somehow, the enforcers hadn't even been shaken by their loss of marble, and had just stormed the place... But Trei's definitely made of different stuff than them. Though, at the rate that things are going, Desperation might become a deciding factor...

Because if he loses control, things might get kinda nasty.

"I don...ugh...don't suppose you could slip in through a window or something? 'Cause I dunno about you, but I can't afford to pay those bastards up front..."