The The Tuxedo Bunny with silver hair crossed with her slim long legs, the calm grey eyes surveyed the crowd with boredom. She seemed to be one of the attendants, but their uniforms differed. On her neck was a player collar, indicated she was a poor victim dragged into the game involuntarily.
Gretel wished to be freed, knowing what fate the one bought by the casino would be. There was someone punching the slot machine in anger and got dragged away, the central system just announced the first lottery winner, it wasn't her. That meant she had to continue with her grinding. The young lady was not enjoying those games at all, she was never into gamble.
Thinking about what she saw and the fact that she indirectly killed two lives, she was tired, both physically and mentally. She pulled the headband down and ruffled her hair, one hundred twenty-five, would she do it? Nope, she has to, she wanted to live longer, be the witness of the conspiracy.
Jeff, she was worried about Jeff once Rebecca was gone. That man seemed to be devoted and would sacrificed himself for someone and her experiences told her good people live short. Tuxedo Bunny with silver hair crossed with her slim long legs, the calm grey eyes surveyed the crowd with boredom. She wished to be freed, knowing what fate the one bought by the casino would be. There was someone punching the slot machine in anger and got dragged away, the central system just announced the first lottery winner, it wasn't her. That meant she had to continue with her grinding. The young lady was not enjoying those games at all, she was never into gamble.
Thinking about what she saw and the fact that she indirectly killed two lives, she was tired, both physically and mentally. She pulled the headband down and ruffled her hair, one hundred twenty-five, would she do it? Nope, she has to, she wanted to live longer, be the witness of the conspiracy.
Jeff, she was worried about Jeff once Rebecca was gone. That man seemed to be devoted and would sacrificed himself for someone and her experiences told her good people live short.
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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 ]
xMolten Tigrex
Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2015 12:18 am
"You're not giving up, are you?"
The voice would probably be both familiar and unfamiliar to Gretel. Rebecca's replacement was a good deal more active on the field than his predecessor, but he was also not terribly sensitive to peoples' needs. And today, pretty much every Mall Rat he came across was acting like a sad sack, with hardly any motivation to save themselves.
888 was disappointed.
"This is a particularly bad place to give up."
103/140
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Character's name: 888 Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:HERE Character's survival stats: n/a BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERLooks like this but with a PVC pipe. Voice sounds like he's talking with a bad quality robot voice changer.
A lazy glance was given to the man in a dark helmet, "You are....." Gretel contemplated and drawled, "Rebecca's replacement?" It was more for an confirmation rather than a question. "No, I'm not. Just played the slot machines, felt a bit unwell, so resting a bit." The grey eyes blinked then shifted onto 888.
"Knowing what the losers fated, no one would give up. When people who wanted to live can't, I won't surrender that easily." Her words were firm despite her voice sans movements. "Have you seen Jeff around?"
Molten Tigrex
Total Coins: 57/ 125
Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2015 12:48 am
"Yes. That's me." He sounded exhausted. 888 glanced over at the rows of slot machines, and the people desperately playing them, to no avail. One woman sitting on front of them had begun screaming, and not for joy. "I'm glad you noticed. Don't take too long; we haven't got all night."
"Yes, unfortunately," he mused. "Over at the card tables. He's very bad at poker. Why do you ask?"
103/140
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Character's name: 888 Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:HERE Character's survival stats: n/a BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERLooks like this but with a PVC pipe. Voice sounds like he's talking with a bad quality robot voice changer.
"Can't be quick when you don't have luck." In one short sentence, she told her progress. Gretel thought for a while before she asked, "What did you see in the room?" She would expect they do the orientation batch by batch, and went through the same procedures to entertain themselves. "I'm better in games using here," she pointed to her head and dropped.
She sighed, "I have't played Poker yet. Because I'm worried about him, what's the number on his collar? How long did you know the bartender?" Gretel sighed again, the Jeff was nice to her even they can't be said close. Dee and Dum's conversation revealed that the higher your position, the more expensive you'll be. "What're you?"
Molten Tigrex
Total Coins: 57/ 125
Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2015 10:16 pm
888 was, as always, unimpressed by sadness, and ill-equipped to deal with it. "You can't rely on luck to get you out of this, or anything. Make your own luck."
"I didn't see his collar, I've barely seen him except from far away. I'd assume 130, 140. That's an hour or two at the poker table. Easy." And yet 888 made no effort to do it. He sat down on the empty stool beside her and used the slot machine as a backrest. "I've known him as long as you have. And you don't need to worry about my price, I can take care of myself."
Gretel would get a glimpse of 140 before 888 covered the collar's LED lights up with one hand. "Worry about yourself right now."
(currently 18 coins)
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Character's name: 888 Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:HERE Character's survival stats: n/a BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERLooks like this but with a PVC pipe. Voice sounds like he's talking with a bad quality robot voice changer.
The girl sneered in reply, "Oh, maybe I should see if I can find a four-leaf clover somewhere or a bag of coins that people drop. Or else, I can knock someone out and rob their coins, maybe." Even she was saying something not herself, her voice was serene as usual. "Blackjacks favoured the dealer, maybe I should try Poker." She wasn't just merely resting, she was observing how others play the games, or rather how the casino side control it. "The stupid slot machines should be pre-programmed." She was certain about it, games were the only means they freed themselves, they had resources that they never get their hands on.
"As long as you have the thought of living, it will push you forward." In other words, she wasn't really worried about herself. "He's the type that sacrificed himself first, before thinking if there's a better option." Gretel sighed, "I'm not worried about you," she stated straight-forward, "You seem to be doing good at gambling or games." If she could lose all her feelings, maybe she can only worry about herself. Yet, she's a simple human, always struggled in this cruel world.
