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 Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2015 10:19 am
It was bad news from one hour to the next. Breaking her jaw. Hearing the radio tower chatter. Failing to get into the bandit boss' zone. Barely getting back home. And now, fireworks. Fantasia was just lucky she had managed to keep all her things at all, after all of that.
Weird that everyone got healed up overnight, though. Then again, what wasn't weird now?
She knew it was probably a bad place to head in, but that was where everyone else was going, and if she was left all alone in the apartments...Brr. Fantasia hustled to the wide open doors, wincing as the noise and color assaulted her. The casino was something out of her nightmares--not for any wrong doing she could see immediately on the floor, but because it was just so vibrant and loud and chaotic and full of people. In all honesty, ti was like trading one hell for another.
But at least this hell was a semi-civil place.
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medigel rolled 5 6-sided dice:
6, 6, 2, 3, 5
Total: 22 (5-30)
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Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2015 10:24 am
It was a little too inviting there. Fantasia kept a neutral expression as she explored, eventually taking a seat at the slots. Someone had been nice enough to hand her quite a pocketful, though she had declined the drink. Probably best not to.
Giving the machine a skeptical look, she tried the lever.
[ coins: 52 ]
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medigel rolled 5 6-sided dice:
2, 3, 4, 5, 2
Total: 16 (5-30)
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Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2015 10:27 am
Hey, this wasn't so bad...She couldn't help but give it another go.
[ coins: 54 ]
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medigel rolled 5 6-sided dice:
2, 2, 6, 1, 3
Total: 14 (5-30)
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Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2015 10:36 am
Man, no wonder Daddy advised her not to gamble when she got old enough. This s**t was kind of addictive. And hey, she might have found some of her groove back if she kept winning. Little things mattered.
[ coins: 56 ]
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Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2015 10:59 am
She didn't remember how it happened: one moment she was eyeing the blackjack tables, fanning herself and considering taking off her sweater...and the next, she was in the dark. Muffled breaths, squirming, bound. Her heat beat a mile a minute and then nearly escalated beyond that when a voice boomed ahead through the speakers.
Prices. Games. Death. It was ******** slavery all over again, except in this instance Fantasia wasn't so sure someone would want to buy her. What exactly had she done for the group except mope and hide away?
(So much for luck.)
She didn't want to keep looking at the poor souls brought up when she tried to ask a question. She didn't want to think about what happened to the young man she didn't save. And she certainly didn't want to know what that other room was. For once, ignorance might really be bliss.
"Thank you so so much," the woman breathed shallowly, barely able to fix herself up before she was pulled away. "Thank you, thank you..."
Fantasia felt nothing. Saving a stranger's life felt so little in comparison to having to buy herself out.
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