After her luck at the blackjack table, Anya decided to play it safe and wait a bit before jumping back to try and win more. If one’s luck was too good, would they claim cheating? And then drag her off to be sold in that.. dinner auction? She shuddered. It sounded so bad! And the things she’d heard whispered… she would not trust the meat here at all! She wandered around until she reached the bar area. Every casino had alchol everywhere.. but bars had stools to sit on and watch people. And the sound of chatter! She found out how much she missed the sound of people talking and laughing; well... there wasn’t much chatter and there was a faint hint of hysteria in some of the chatter, panic, anger.. .but still! Chatter!
She sat on a stool and looked out over the crowd. You could tell who was not part of Zone 2. The dirt and ragged clothes gave the casino an odd air. One of rich elegance... filled with dirt and blood. It suits this disgusting place. She’d rather be out in the infected zones!
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Character's name: Anya IC Wounds: None atm Character's faction: University Character's journal link:ola! Character's survival stats: Mini site BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Quiet and gamer girl Slightly wavy black hair, blue eyes, light brown skin with a scattering of freckles. Average height, average looks. Has some meat on her bones. Usually wears jeans, a black t-shirt and bright blue convers. Has simple blackrimmed glasses with an N7 symbol on the right side.
Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2015 3:04 pm
"One-forty-five, eh?" He'd been mute last time he ran into the girl, but now his jaw was healed to a surprising degree -- which meant his tone could be smooth, comfortable and easy, as he claimed the stool next to Anya and grinned up toward the bartender. Having his voice transformed Austin from a serious young man to something else entirely: cocky, self-confident, unafraid.
He held up his hand in hopes of getting a drink. "How'd you manage that? What can you do that the rest of us can't?"
A tap to his throat, where the number 130 was lit up in red letters.
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Character's name: Austin Character's faction: University Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: Austin ElswoodView BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERHERE.
Austin's slim and a bit taller than average at 5'10' with sandy hair shorn short on the sides, longer and curly on the top. His eyes, behind a pair of thin wire thick plastic frames with the wrong prescription, are faded green and usually amused; his skin is fair, freckling in sun unless he's careful; his mouth is just a little too full, in a way that appeals to most people.
Harper was feeling a little more hopeful, she had managed to some how get ahead in Blackjack by winning a few coins. At this rate she would hopefully have enough to buy herself. It felt weird at the thought of being owned by someone, or more or less a group of unknown people. There was of course the thought, of who really could do such a thing in general.
She headed over to the bar, seeing a few familiar faces from the university. Both of them they had collars on as well, both having to face the same sort of constant thoughts that Harper had running in her own mind. Well maybe, maybe they were having more fun at it then her. She took a seat on the other side of the woman and gave them a somewhat friendly smile.
“Hey! I hope you don’t mind me joining you two?” She watched as the man pointed to his own collar, the 130 lit in red letters.
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Character's name: Harper Caine Character's faction: University - 1 Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: Harper Caine (View Jersey Numer: 07 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 5’4”, tanned with bright green eyes and blue to grey colored hair with an undershave and fluffy mohawk. Thin body frame with just enough curves that she can’t call herself flat as a board, light in muscles, and dressed in an old tank top, shorts, with a pair of sneakers and torn panty hose stockings. (Current Avi)
Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2015 3:23 pm
Anya smiled as she saw .. what was his name.. Austin! Approaching. Apparently his jaw had healed up too quickly just like hers… Good to know that I’m not the only one that weird healing happened too.
“Hey ..Austin. Apparently I can hoard better than some.” She said and tugged at the second sweater hidden beneath another and a parka. “I blame the radio frankly. Stupid thing made them jack the cost up.” She wrinkled her nose before turning to face the newcomer.
“Sure you can! I‘m just sitting here enjoying the sound of voices for once. The situations creepy as all get out.. but its nice to hear loud voices again.” She held her hand out. “Anya by the way.”
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Character's name: Anya IC Wounds: None atm Character's faction: University Character's journal link:ola! Character's survival stats: Mini site BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Quiet and gamer girl Slightly wavy black hair, blue eyes, light brown skin with a scattering of freckles. Average height, average looks. Has some meat on her bones. Usually wears jeans, a black t-shirt and bright blue convers. Has simple blackrimmed glasses with an N7 symbol on the right side.
"Are you kidding? I'd rather be here than there by a long shot." He grinned at the second girl behind Anya, eyes flicking from one of them to the other and then back, assessing his chances, and then settling in for the long haul. Games could wait, when he was at the bar with two lovely young women -- especially if they were two lovely young college-aged women.
The best times of their lives. A shame they had to be spending it in this place, but they could at least make the most. If he was charismatic enough.
"At least no one's trying to blow me up, here. Just eat me. Austin." He'd offer his hand to Harper only once the girl's were done shaking hands.
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Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2015 3:44 pm
“Names Harper. And I don’t know about that. I mean it was a little weird but I am pretty healed up after the whole explosions but I don’t think I could do the same if... wait eat you? Wait… is that what the room was for?” A look of horror flashed on her face as she shook Austin’s hand. She hadn’t asked what the room was for she had just assume that whoever went into the room never came back out more so in the terms of just dead. But ******** this place gives me the creeps even more now.” She slumped down in her chair before laying her head on the bar looking at the other two. “Do you really think they will let us go if we buy our way out?”
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Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2015 3:51 pm
"I'd rather risk being blown up. Less creepy than cannibalism." And at least you knew who was an infected... you couldn't tell (not in the earl stages) who was a cannibal. “You mean you didn’t notice?” Anya smiled sadly. “Sorry to ruin the lovely image they have here! That’s why we’ve gotta buy as many people; keep them from that… dinner auction. I wonder if that’s why there’s no infected here… think they’re nasty enough to try eating those?” It was a disgusting disturbing thought.. but kidna made sense. It was that or somehow they’d managed to find some way to keep the infected away.
She eyed the bar. “You think the drinks are safe to drink? I wouldn’t mind something cold and fizzy.. but no alcohol.”
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Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2015 4:10 pm
"I doubt anything's safe, but drinking's better than the alternative." And like that, Austin's drink was settled in front of him: two fingers of something amber over a generous helping of ice. He raised it to the girls and took a long gulp in demonstration.
If it wasn't safe, he was certainly going to be the first to hit the floor.
"...I doubt they actually ate anyone in that room, though. More likely they put them on ice, or something. The butchery, if that's a thing."
“No…. I mean I understood people were dying that part was obvious the not so obvious part was people being eaten I thought maybe the dead were being used for something else…. Trust me though, you didn’t ruin any sort of lovely image.” Sitting up she tried not to think about it so much, no she wanted to only thing about getting out of there and far away as possible. Infected or not.
She watched as Austin downed his drink, seeing that he didn’t hit the floor as soon as he had done so Harper waved the bartended for the same drink. The ice clinked as the bartender set it down in front of her and she slung it back without hesitation ignoring the burn as it went down.
“I think I might need another one of those.”
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Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2015 4:19 pm
Anya watched them both before waving the waiter over. "Do you have non alcoholic drinks?" The offended look she received made her depressed. She just wanted a mountain dew! "I'll take something... sweet I guess... um the rainbow thingy?" She pointed at a drink someone else was being served.
"I don't drink much.. think itll make the my luck worse or better?" She asked as she cautiously sipped and made a face. Blehh, the taste of alcohol was not her favorite at all!
"I've still got at least 50 to go... if I don't lose anything. And then more to help others....."
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Austin shook his head a little at Harper, eyes locked on Anya as she got her drink -- smiling just a bit sharply at the fact she'd gotten alcohol after all. This was, after all, the apocolypse. If she'd gone for a diet coke or some bullshit like that, they might have needed to have words. At least Harper seemed to know what she was after, and while he'd intended to savor his some, to mull over the alcohol, to appreciate the fact that it wasn't stale beer and potatos around here, he wouldn't be shown up:
Austin polished off the rest of his, in an expert way. He could certainly drink.
"...I've got to about double my current coin count, but I figure worst case, just sell all the stuff you've got on you, right? There's more to be found." He raised his eyebrows, tapping his glass for a refill and mulling over his words. "Don't you have enough to make up the difference? They're surprisingly generous about the exchange."
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Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2015 4:44 pm
“If anything it will help you not to worry too much.” Harper watched as Anya picked up her girly looking drink and take sip of it and then make a disgusting face afterwards. She smiled, it was fun to see students still not use to the taste of alcohol, endearing more or less.
The bartender brought her another glass; this time she took her time drinking half of it before setting it back down on the bar. “I haven’t been doing too bad when it comes to Blackjack, but I do have items myself that if I need to sell I could make a little more.”
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"Could sell my extra sweaters.. but was gonna give them to someone who didn't have any. Better that way right? Not too sure where we'd get more anyways. Unless you loot dead bodies." Anya said as she took another sip. It wasn't too bad.... just that aftertaste that was disgusting! "I had some good luck at the black jack tables so I'll probably go there again to see if I can continue..
As for the alcohol helping her not worry so much: "But what if something does happen? I'll need to have my wits about me! It's kinda hard to drop my guard when I'm in a casino that put a collar on me and wants to eat me."
Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2015 9:26 am
"Poker." It was meaningful, with a finger pointed toward Anya, and then beyond her, to a table where several young men were playing a particularly cutthroat game, their expressions flat and hard to read. Austin's attitude was flippant, comfortable. The girls could worry about their status, but he wasn't about to. But then, he also had a near-full bag, and a good, solid jingle of coins.
"That's my plan, anyway." He sat back a little, refocusing on Harper, instead. "I'm pretty sure they wipe the blackjack deck between games, here."
