Ritsa coughed as she tapped on the price tag around her neck. Still irritated she hadn't found the girl from earlier and asked her what was really going on. The girl had scurried away far too quickly. Eights had been rather useless to talk to, and she didn't like prying for information from him either. Which left her feeling rather gloomy. It didn't help that Ritsa had no way of telling the time. Casino's were notorious for the fact they blocked out the light from the outside world. For all she knew the night could have just begun, or worse be nearly over.
Wrapping her arms around herself Ritsa moved from table to table looking for a game to play. She had to make coins if she wanted to 'buy' her freedom. Looking to the side Ritsa paused in her walk. She recognized a girl in the distance as a fellow mall rat. Narrowing her eyes she had to think. What was her name again? Rattle, no... Brittle... no it had something to do with a story she remembered. Bella? No that was certainly the wrong direction. Grimm. yes that felt a little more familiar. "Gretel!" Ritsa shouted cupping her hands to her mouth to boost the volume of her voice. At least a familiar face was better than all the strangers.
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Character's name: Ritsa Tiblon Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: GO Ritsa TiblonView BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Slender build, Auburn hair that has been tied back into two separate braids reaching down to her hips. And blue eyes. She stands about 5'1''. Costume: What the avatar is wearing Rank: 3 Casino Coins: 81
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Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2015 12:19 am
The Tuxedo Bunny turned around hearing her name, grey eyes rolled left and right to locate where the voice coming from. The young lady named Gretel, the same name as one of the protagonists in the famous story book Hansel and Gretel. Yet, she was different. A resting b***h face, composed with silver hair, she looked nothing similar to the sweet little girl in the story. Unlike Ritsa, she wasn't particularly looking for someone but observing.
In her long boots, Gretel walked at an amber meandering through the crowd to reach Ritsa. "You are.....?" The young lady wasn't a social type, she simply knew the girl dressed like a witch was one of the mall rats. The grey eyes shifted to her collar with a number of 135 lit up in bright color, she wondered if she was assessed by the twins as well. "Have you seen Jeff?" Gretel asked in a unruffled voice, eyes changed from Ritsa's collar to the surrounding. Too noisy and smoky, she disliked this place.
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Character's name: Gretel Sweet Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:HERE Character's survival stats: GO BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: 23, Grey eyes, short hair dyed in silver grey and wearing a pair of lavender colored frame. Don't ask about Hansel :/ [ LOOK LIKE THIS ]
Ritsa's face sunk at the mention of the bartender. She hadn't seen him recently, not since the winchester but she too had been looking for familiar faces. "No, I haven't exactly seen him. Lets hope that he stayed back in the safety of the bar, they had mentioned something like this over the radio. I should have taken it a bit more seriously. I mean really!?" Ritsa sighed with exasperation as she ran her fingers through her hair. It felt strange compared to yesterday but she wasn't really focused on that right now.
Her eyes danced to the number on the girls tag. "At least your number is lower than mine, how did you fair with the white room? Apparently some chicks fate is sealed with mine, if I get out so does she."
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Character's name: Ritsa Tiblon Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: GO Ritsa TiblonView BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Slender build, Auburn hair that has been tied back into two separate braids reaching down to her hips. And blue eyes. She stands about 5'1''. Costume: What the avatar is wearing Rank: 3 Casino Coins: 71
Meegane
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Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2015 12:54 am
It was a disappointment that she got no news about Jeff, where could the bartender. Gretel sighed softly, seemed tired. At the mentioning of radio, her lips obviously pressed into a thin line before part, "I don't have a radio, what had they mention about it?" Seeing how many got their hands on a radio, the young lady felt how bad her luck was, the slot machine spin was simply another proof of it.
She took a seat and said, "Maybe, the attendants said I don't have any valuable items with me and not much of qualifications. Simply speaking, stamped with average quality." Gretel didn't wish to ruin the peaceful chat so she brushed it off. "I guess everyone treated similarly, they just wanted some fun from our reactions." She paused with a frown. "Unfortunately, the boy didn't get picked most likely die."
Tilting her head to the side Ritsa frowned deeply. "Just that it seemed ominous" Looking around the casino, Ritsa jerked her chin in the direction of the front doors. "You would have thought the first clue would have been those goons standing there watching the inside but not the outside. I.D.'s didn't matter." The woman shook her head at her own stupidity.
Eyes followed Gretel as she moved to sit. "I wouldn't be sad about that. I've watched how things seem to humm around here. The 'higher' your quality is, the steeper the price you have to pay back. Trust me it's a good thing. I honestly wish I had left all my valuables back at the bar. It was certainly safe there." Pausing to think Ritsa blinked at the mention of the boy. "Boy? So you had similar circumstances to my own. That's strange. I was presented a boy and girl to choose from. I chose the female, he didn't seem nearly as sketchy as the young boy. Plus I didn't want them thinking lewd thoughts if I opted for a young boy... I mean really... " Ritsa waved her hand. "They did take him away from site and I haven't seen him or the girl since. Have you seen the faces you saw, this boy you mentioned?"
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Character's name: Ritsa Tiblon Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: GO Ritsa TiblonView BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Slender build, Auburn hair that has been tied back into two separate braids reaching down to her hips. And blue eyes. She stands about 5'1''. Costume: What the avatar is wearing Rank: 3 Casino Coins: 101
Meegane
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Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2015 1:51 am
"Radio is a good asset for information, make sure you don't miss any hints or clues." Not happy with how ambitious Ritsa gave for her question, her tone was diluted in emotions. "They only need to make sure they've enough players, once we're in collars, we can't walk out safely." She told the girl what was in her mind.
"Just a matter of fact. It doesn't bother me what the number is, but the way they do it." The young lady shook her head, knowing Ritsa misunderstood her words. The girl's words made her think of Rebecca again, the woman that asked her to come back safe and sound when she prepared to brave the radio tower surrounded by infected. Then....she said the bar and Gretel thought of Jeff again. Being separated and alone was the most dangerous thing in an unfamiliar place, particularly when she knew what the casino viewed them as.
The bunny girl nodded in affirmation, "Yes, a young boy and a young woman. I didn't see them but the boy was shrieking when he left the room. I picked the female as well, but not the same reason as you. It was simply because I compared their mental status, the woman looked more composed." She took a glance at Ritsa, checking for any change on her expression. "I don't think the boy you see is the boy I see though. They should be random in picking them among the last batch of losers. If they live this time, they won't be so lucky next time." She dryly said. "They enjoyed our fear," and violence, they are killers.
The radio gave off a series of static noises with muffled sound as Ritsa picked it out of her pocket. She gave it a look before promptly shoving it back in. "Talking of someone's love for a twinky. The radio isn't all it's cracked up to be trust me." Crossing her arms over her chest Ritsa looked out over the crowd. "Maybe she should start going around and see how we can account for. I'm worried some of the other mall rats might be struggling more than we are. If we can band together, maybe something can be done. Eights seems to be working on some sort of plan, but he's in no mind to share whatever it is."
Ritsa was no stranger to what the collar symbolized, and that the men seemed to be looking for it among those who even neared the door. The fact that survivors were used from the last one mad her worry. Just how many people never made it out alive . "Either way, will you help me try and find the others. If we could just get a rough estimate of where they are and how they are faring... Like you not everyone has the radio. Thank goodness I found you at least."
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Character's name: Ritsa Tiblon Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: GO Ritsa TiblonView BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Slender build, Auburn hair that has been tied back into two separate braids reaching down to her hips. And blue eyes. She stands about 5'1''. Costume: What the avatar is wearing Rank: 3 Casino Coins: 101
Meegane
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Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2015 9:59 pm
Gretel eyes cast down at the expensive red carpet on the floor, foot drawing circles on it idly. "Sadly, it's the only means for information or you have valuable items you can bribe the Joker for?" She quietly shot a glance at the girl, she really disliked the feeling of lacking information. Megan was doing well with the radio, even she seemed to hold part of the information to herself, Ritsa.......she seemed to not able to catch the main key points from the radio conversation, despite she didn't know what was going on the channel. She hated to walk in darkness, uncertainty made her unsettled, destroying her composure.
"I'm with you." She nodded, though she might not be the best choice, in a place like that, it's better to stay together. An eyebrow raised against Ritsa's words, when she became the weak in the group, Gretel wondered and cursed of her little luck on scavenging. "Leaders first and grab whoever can help us."
