What level of lunacy was required to insist on fireworks at a time like this? Perhaps they would be so far off their rocker it would be easy to loot from them, thought Emmanuel wryly, though he was pretty sure people brazen enough to launch fireworks had to be at least fairly secure in their ability to survive.
Almost unable to help himself, Emmanuel moved towards the noise, wondering if he could pick up anything useful for himself. Perhaps it was unwise to go over, but everything here was just so gaudy. There had to be valuables inside, right?
...right?
Emmanuel gulped, opening the doors and pushing inside.
This would prove to be a mistake.
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Character's name: Emmanuel Eidenberg Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: x BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Dark brown hair, obvious Jewfro, hazel eyes, medium skin tone, bit lanky.
Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2015 7:52 am
The sight that greeted him on the other side of the doors was almost surreal.
Did he just walk into the Twilight Zone? Emmanuel was fairly sure he had. Uneasily, he glanced behind himself just to make sure there were actually four walls in this room. This had to be a joke, right?
It had to be.
He suddenly found himself presented with a cocktail of all things, and a bunch of coins. Fifty to be exact. This place was real.
Somehow.
Emmanuel sipped from the cocktail, not exactly one to look a gift horse in the mouth. "Alright." He guessed. What was the point of this? What were they up to? Emmanuel knew something wasn't right here. How was this place even running?
Swallowing hard, Emmanuel sat down and situated himself in front of the slot machine. He'd play along until he figured out what exactly was going on...
Coins: 50/???
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Character's name: Emmanuel Eidenberg Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: x BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Dark brown hair, obvious Jewfro, hazel eyes, medium skin tone, bit lanky.
Was he seriously sitting in a casino, drinking a cocktail, playing slot machines?
Was Emmanuel absolutely positive he wasn't dreaming? Bringing fingers together to pinch his arm immediately answered that question.
Ouch.
At least he seemed to be winning... Or something.
Coins: 52/???
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Character's name: Emmanuel Eidenberg Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: x BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Dark brown hair, obvious Jewfro, hazel eyes, medium skin tone, bit lanky.
Two doubles, this time! This was great. Really great. How were they just sitting here and playing casually at a time like this?
The thought struck him that everyone was stupid, but then, perhaps he was stupid for playing along too.
Coins: 54/???
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Character's name: Emmanuel Eidenberg Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: x BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Dark brown hair, obvious Jewfro, hazel eyes, medium skin tone, bit lanky.
He had played slots three times. Could he just gather his things and go now? He wanted to go. Out of here. Back to the Apartments, where at least he was safe in his own room.
He wouldn't get the chance to leave before the darkness overwhelmed him.
Coins: 56/???
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Character's name: Emmanuel Eidenberg Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: x BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Dark brown hair, obvious Jewfro, hazel eyes, medium skin tone, bit lanky.
Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2015 8:38 am
Where was he why couldn't he move why was it so bright why did everything hurt who was speaking to him why was the world spinning how did he get here how did he get out--
Emmanuel took a sharp, shaky breath, attempting to center himself. He needed to calm. He needed to listen.
How was this legal? Oh, wait. It wasn't. But the authorities had all but disappeared these last few weeks, so of course a crazy operation where they lured people into casinos, tied them up, and made them buy themselves out to avoid being bought had cropped up. People were evil. He should have known this place was wrong. The single bright spot in the middle of desolation was never a good place to go--
Wait, did he say auctioned at a dinner fundraiser?
Aw hell no.
Emmanuel shouted, not even waiting for a turn to speak, "What the hell is going on here?!" The response he got was mocking at best, infuriating at worst, and Emmanuel opened his mouth to screech louder before he was suddenly swung around and swept away into another room.
Another room where two others were staring at him.
These were the losers from last game? He had to pick one to save? Only one? The other would be taken. Would they fire? Their terror made Emmanuel think they would die. How could he choose who lives and who dies? This wasn't his place. This wasn't as simple as pressing x to pay respects. He had to pick one.
They both looked so young. The man had to be about his age. The woman had to be only a bit older. The man looked dead inside, or sincerely broken. The woman did too, sobbing hysterically. Emmanuel didn't know what to do, so he just shut his eyes tightly and forced out a, "Her!" The following screeches and fighting that ensued turned his stomach.
Where were they taking him? Where? "What's in there?!" Emmanuel's voice strained.
"Are you sure you want to know?"
He looked to the woman he had saved, who was shaking her head faster than he had ever seen anyone. Her eyes were wide, and she looked beyond terrified. Perhaps she knew. Perhaps she could tell him. "Nevermind."
"I didn't think so," was the response, and Emmanuel growled in disapproval, but was never the less set free, along with the woman, who was practically groveling as she was dragged away.
Dammit.
Emmanuel swallowed hard as he was dragged himself to a door, ready to face what was ahead.
Coins: 56/???
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Character's name: Emmanuel Eidenberg Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: x BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Dark brown hair, obvious Jewfro, hazel eyes, medium skin tone, bit lanky.
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