Though he was making good progress toward his goal Nate began to feel a bit of concern for some of the others in his faction. Some were as white as sheets, staring down at the cards clutched tightly in their shaking hands while others had found a corner to huddle up in to await the end. Though his first priority was purchasing himself, despite feeling extremely selfish, he couldn’t help but to want to assist the others if he at all could. It would be hard to defend themselves against the infected if the majority of their faction were left behind to rot because they couldn’t gain enough coin to leave.
Though he was unsure of what he could offer other than a few jokes that would hopefully make them feel a little less doomed, he knew he had to try. But how to gather them all together? After a moments contemplation he walked around the casino and tapped the shoulder of every face he recognized to be a member of his faction. He then motioned toward a table that seemed like a private enough place to discuss their progress, and maybe even some strategy. With the hopes that the word would spread he took a seat and waited for others to join.
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Character's name: Nathaniel Wolfe aka Nate Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:{X} Character's survival stats: Vitals BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER He is of a rather muscular physique, stands at approximately 6’3” and weighs in at 205 lbs. He is not so much bulky as he is toned. His skin is pale and he sports a hygienic amount of stubble, his hair is short, light brown and styled by running his fingers quickly through it.
Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2015 2:41 pm
A little meeting with everyone (or almost everyone) seemed like a pretty good idea. The Boss went on to join the table, settling down in one of the seats. This way, he could get an assessment of what everyone's 'price' was, as well as see how they were coming along with their own funds.
Nate looked like he wasn't that 'expensive', which was good. It should be easier for him to work up the coins to cover that.
"How are your funds coming along?"
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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.
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Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2015 2:50 pm
[Total Coins = 73 + 10 = 83/95]
He could count on one hand the number of times he had walked past the Warden whilst at the prison back in District 2, but somehow the man knew his name. He shouldn’t be all that surprised, he probably at least had knowledge of his uncle since he worked for him but to remember HIS name after all of the chaos. Nate certainly hadn’t made it easy due to his brief hermitage before things became really bad, which made him even more impressed by the man sitting across from him. No wonder so many followed his orders and listened to him, he was quite the authority figure after all.
Clearing his throat Nate shrugged his shoulders and grinned. “I’m doing alright; I guess it pays off to be considered fat by about 5 pounds.” He chuckled remembering the attendants assessing him and calling him a porker. He began to look around at the others and he placed his elbows on the table. “I am more worried about those who have larger sums to pay. I wish there was some way I could help them, some way I could ensure that we would all make it out of here.” Irritation crumpled his brow as he thought about the events that had taken place while he was tied to that chair.
“There is no telling what horrors await those of us who cannot afford to get out of her. I only caught a glimpse of the room where those who lose are taken.” Even now the thought sent shivers lurching repeatedly up and down his spine. “There has to be something we can do…”
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Character's name: Nathaniel Wolfe aka Nate Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:{X} Character's survival stats: Vitals BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER He is of a rather muscular physique, stands at approximately 6’3” and weighs in at 205 lbs. He is not so much bulky as he is toned. His skin is pale and he sports a hygienic amount of stubble, his hair is short, light brown and styled by running his fingers quickly through it.
Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2015 2:56 pm
Diana had just collected the last of her coins needed when she was tapped on the shoulder by someone. Jumping in surprise she spun around and relaxed once she realized just who the culprit was. Another of her faction, one she'd seen before. Now they were having some sort of meeting? It was a good plan to say the least, and would help them all to see everyone and their worth according to the casino.
"So how close is everyone to their goal?" she questioned, knowing that technically her own goal was already met.
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Character's name: Diana Vyn Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:X Character's survival stats: X BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERX
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Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2015 3:00 pm
Her legs were getting tired from all the standing and wandering she'd been doing over the past several hours. The adrenaline rush had worn off and although her price had not been paid, Lola needed a break.
She was looking for a seat among the flood of people when her eyes settled on two familiar faces. They weren't necessarily happy faces, but then again, the only cheerful faces she'd noticed in the casino over the course of the evening belonged on the faces of all the casino staff. Go figure. There was another person - a woman - at the table, but she didn't recognize her.
"Nate! Boss!" There was a bit of perk to her step as she made her way towards the table they sat at, weaving her way through the dozens that passed by as she bee-lined it towards them. Her wider-than-normal hips bumped a few individuals, but she ignored them, dismissing the run-ins with a few curt "excuse me"s here and there until she arrived at the table.
"How goes the hunt?" Taking a seat next to her tall friend, she glanced over both of their faces. "I've still got a bit to go on mine so I can only stay a moment."
Turning around, she glanced to see if she could spot any more familiar faces in the crowd. No luck, thus far. Turning back, she asked, "Have you guys seen Al? Or anyone else from our little 'family'?"
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Character's name: Lola Malcom Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:[x] Character's survival stats: [X] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 5'2, chubby, teased-bleach blonde hair. Black leggings, leopard print top. She's fairly outgoing but under present circumstances, probably very curt (and alarmed, naturally). Typically clever, though has never had to adjust to circumstances quite as these.
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Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2015 3:16 pm
"I don't know. But I have a pretty bad feeling about the fate of those who get stuck here."
Death was probably a part of that equation, it was just a matter of how and why. The Boss folded his arms over his chest, looking over as two others came to join the table.
"I managed to get myself out. My next priority is making sure you all make it as well," he stated lowly.
"I haven't seen Al around here. I've seen Bing, Benji, Max, and Gilda around, though. Pretty sure Monica is somewhere as well, going off of what I heard over comms earlier," he stated, rubbing his head, "I tried to send out some warnings, but I think it was too damn noisy in here for anyone to really hear me clearly."
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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.
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Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2015 3:24 pm
Tipping his head in greeting toward Diana in greeting he gave her a thumbs up. “I only need twelve more of these godforsaken coins before I am safe,” he tugged at the uncomfortable collar clasped about his throat, “then I can finally get this thing off. I feel like a bloody mutt or something.” He grumped playfully. He hadn’t realized how close he was until he did the math in his head, at least that eased his mind a little bit. “How about you? Are you hanging in there?” He managed to keep the concern from his tone, but it was difficult.
A familiar voice brought him from the darker thoughts that had begun to stir and he turned to watch as Lola quickly made her way over to them. She certainly seemed to be in a better mood than before which made him feel a little better about the way things were going. “My luck seems to be holding. How close are you?” He hoped she wasn’t far off the mark, he quite enjoyed their chat and still owed her big time for splitting those coins with him when she didn’t have to.
He allowed Boss to answer the next question for he still hadn’t met Al and he was still just familiarizing himself with the others. Death was most certainly what happened to the losers, and once more his stomach turned to ice. “If there is anything I can do, let me know.”
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Character's name: Nathaniel Wolfe aka Nate Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:{X} Character's survival stats: Vitals BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER He is of a rather muscular physique, stands at approximately 6’3” and weighs in at 205 lbs. He is not so much bulky as he is toned. His skin is pale and he sports a hygienic amount of stubble, his hair is short, light brown and styled by running his fingers quickly through it.
Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2015 3:29 pm
Monica would've bypassed the table entirely if not for the people sitting there. Diana, of course. The Boss, Corgi's idol. Nathaniel Wolfe - she recognized him, although they hadn't gotten to much talking. Someone - someone who was married. Right? Monica didn't remember her name.
She changed her course and made a beeline for it. "I can't believe there's so many of us here," she huffed. And yet none of them were Corgi.
"I'm...have any of you seen my brother?" she asked, putting her head in her hands. They were the people who'd have the biggest chance of recognizing him. "Sorry, um - "
They were discussing something. What were they talking about? The Boss wasn't wearing a collar. Good.
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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.
Candice had yet to start earning her freedom. In all honestly she didn't know where to begin. She did notice a large gathering of members from the prison. It seemed like a good start. Maybe they all knew something she didn't?
Walking toward them she caught bits of the conversation and joined in. "I think they eat them.." She stated, it was still bugging her. "why else have a "dinner" auction?" She did not want to be eaten, especially by mad humans. "but whatever they do, it isn't good, and I don't personally want to find out."
Candice leaned over one of the seats,she was too antsy to sit.
"Does anyone know what seems to be paying the most coins? I'm only really familiar with blackjack..."
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Character's name: Candice Wolf Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: Candice Wolf Go BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Short and stout corrections officer. Pixie-cut curly blonde hair and green eyes.
Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2015 3:39 pm
Indeed, a better mood had settled over her, though it was a fleeting feeling. Having the figurative sword of Damocles dangling over their heads all because they wanted a little fun and refuge was a grim reminder that their task was yet complete. While she was definitely in to win her own freedom first and foremost, the thought of losing her companions the same way that young man had lost his life....
She shuddered, shoving the imagery from her mind.
"I'm about fifteen away, myself." Her words were carefully guarded. She knew her fellow faction members were also there to save themselves - she was hopeful that none of them would be devious enough to try to steal from the others, but she couldn't rely on it. "Hoping to snag them soon. I'd like to be able to help someone out too, if I have enough afterwards. Guess we'll see."
Greeting the newcomers with a wave, she answered the one woman, "I had luck at the slots, myself. Blackjack makes me nervous, personally."
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Character's name: Lola Malcom Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:[x] Character's survival stats: [X] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 5'2, chubby, teased-bleach blonde hair. Black leggings, leopard print top. She's fairly outgoing but under present circumstances, probably very curt (and alarmed, naturally). Typically clever, though has never had to adjust to circumstances quite as these.
Benji walked around, seeing more and more of his prison mates. It seemed that they had all be drawn in by the bright lights and fireworks. He wondered about who had stayed back, and if they would come later on or if they would be safe. As he looked at the tags on everyone's tags he realized that other then Mangus it didn't seem that anyone other else had bought their own freedom yet. That was worrisome, that meant it really was as hard as he thought.
"I'm missing about thirty..." he commented, kind of throwing himself into the conversation. His father had always told him that connections were important, and although he didn't trust these people he thought that making connections would be a good idea. And plus he would want some extra coins later on, just in case he didn't make enough by himself. The games were risky, and having people give him coins was the best option.
He listened to the others, hoping to find a better way to make some coins. The games seemed rigged and dangerous, but if they said one was the best maybe he should try it.
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Character's name: Benjamin Sartosa Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: Benjamin SartosaView BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERBenji is 6'2" and has a muscular body (he's a work out buff). He is an albino, which gives him pale skin, pale hair and light blue eyes. He is also riddled in tattoos.
Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2015 3:52 pm
Raffin wasn't necessarily in a better mood, per se, but he wasn't exactly in a bad mood. He could see several of his prison mates up ahead, and automatically gravitated towards them, feeling a little better about being here when there were familiar faces, even if he wasn't really close with anyone.
"I haven't gotten too far on my own tokens," he said lightly, glancing around. "But I did see...what happens in that other room."
Raffin shuddered a little shaking his head. "It wasn't pleasant."
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Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2015 4:00 pm
Monica closed her eyes. No one sounded like they'd even considered her question about Cory - but then again, Monica hadn't paid very much attention to what anyone else had said, either. They all had things or people to be worrying about. "I think poker's the best," she said, after a while. "So long as you play in a group of just three people." She paused. "I know it might seem bad if you're on a losing streak, but I think...it's reliable." The group would always come out of it doing better. So it was a good idea, right?
"A-anyway - I think the slots are a good idea. I think they're, um, rigged to favor us slightly." Probably. Monica had only 'lost' once, after all.
She wasn't sure about blackjack herself - she'd been playing it, but she didn't seem to do very well in it. "And...I think it wouldn't hurt to try bingo! There's no entry fee, right?"
Monica turned to face Raffin, frowning. "Don't remind me!" she said. "I'm...I..." She paused. "There was a boy, and he - and my brother - he." Monica was not very coherent, when it came to this particular topic, evidently.
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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.
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Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2015 4:10 pm
More were coming around to the table. While it was good to see who was all around, The Boss didn't really like how many people had managed to get stuck in here. It was going to make getting everyone out a little trickier. But, on the plus side, a few of the others weren't too far off from achieving freedom.
"Can't say I have, Monica. Not around here, at least," he answered, then glanced back to Nate. He gave a nod, then added, "Just keep gathering coins for now. If you can bail out one of the others, that'd be great."
Magnus rubbed his head as a few others commented about what they thought happened to the losers of this 'game'. He had some similar suspicions.
"Hard times bring desperate measures," he mumbled. Cannibalism wasn't something he'd resort to personally, but there were certainly others who wouldn't keep from crossing that line. It still wasn't pleasant to think about, though.
As Raffin came by and noted that he saw what happened, he raised his brow.
"Do we want to know?"
The Boss shook his head, then looked around at the various things on the casino floor.
"Bingo can't hurt. At least it shouldn't. Grab a card and hope for the best. The slots don't give a whole lot, but they don't take much coin either. Poker or Blackjack might be your best bets. I suggest you stay away from the Russian roulette. I heard gunfire coming out of that area," he started before glancing over at Monica and furrowing his brow.
"Settle down. I'm sure your brother is fine for now. I don't plan on leaving anyone behind if I can help it."
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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.
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Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2015 4:12 pm
Lola watched the chubby girl stammer with her words. Bless her heart. She could only assume the girl had ended up witnessing something that hit a little too close to home. Maybe the unlucky person was close to her brother's age? The older woman could only guess.
"I think we've all seen some things today that we'll never forget," She said softly. Comfort wasn't something she knew how to do and at best, she could fumble in her attempt at it, "But at least we're still here, right? We can try to make sure everyone gets out in the end - that none of us risk the same fate as some of the other.... losers."
She'd seen a young man lose today, in the back room. That was an experience she'd rather not witness again.
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Character's name: Lola Malcom Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:[x] Character's survival stats: [X] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 5'2, chubby, teased-bleach blonde hair. Black leggings, leopard print top. She's fairly outgoing but under present circumstances, probably very curt (and alarmed, naturally). Typically clever, though has never had to adjust to circumstances quite as these.
