When his sight had returned to him, Scott had nearly cried with relief. He'd always been a healthy guy, after all. And a safe one, on top of that. The most severe injury he'd ever received was a cut on his arm that hadn't even been deep enough to need stitches, though his mother had been convinced at the time that he'd die of blood loss if she didn't get him to the hospital. He imagines that the tears in her eyes when she was told that the cut wasn't nearly as bad as she'd assumed had come from the same place his had when he'd open his eyes that morning and could see the ceiling above him.
Perhaps it was because he was in this mindset, thankful for a renewed vision, that the fireworks were so particularly mesmerizing to him. Their bright, showy display proving to be a more than welcome view. The colors popped, the sounds delighted, the light danced, and all the while Scott stares up at it in a hushed awe; jaw slightly ajar, hands forgotten by his sides. He moves towards the source without giving it a second thought.
The building is as bright as the display around it. The words DELTA CASINO are giant and attention-grabbing. Scott gives himself a moment to take it all in, then, with breath held, he pushes through the doors and blinks as his eyes adjust to the new environment.
"Welcome to Delta Casinos! To begin, we will play with a currency called Casino coins. You can use them later for fantastic prizes!"
An expensive-looking cocktail is shoved into his hands, followed by a total of 50 coins. Scott arches an eyebrow at the smiling attendant. "Prizes, huh?" He murmurs in her general direction, though she's already off greeting someone new. Scott looks down at the cocktail in his hand, then at the coins. He sets the cocktail down by some random person playing the slot machine and lets his eyes wander the large room. When the word BLACKJACK comes into view, the youth can't resist the sudden urge to move towards it.
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Character's name: Scott Winfield-Kimura Character's faction: University Character's journal link:[X] Character's survival stats: [X] Character description: Dark-haired and of Japanese-Canadian descent, tall and lithe, wearing a plain white tank top and a pair of cut-off skinny jeans.
Scott settles down at the table and nods his head in the dealer's direction. He receives his cards and the game begins... a smug smirk on Scott's face as he casually makes his decision. When his cards amount up to 16, he decides that's as high as he'll go... and, eureka! He wins. The dealer doles out his freshly made 5 coins, and Scott sets up for another round.
COINS: 50 + 5 = 55 !
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Character's name: Scott Winfield-Kimura Character's faction: University Character's journal link:[X] Character's survival stats: [X] Character description: Dark-haired and of Japanese-Canadian descent, tall and lithe, wearing a plain white tank top and a pair of cut-off skinny jeans.
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Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2015 4:41 am
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Ask a Question, Remain Silent
He's still sitting at the blackjack table when his vision becomes cloudy. Almost immediately panicked and worried he might be losing his sight again, Scott's hands clench at the edge of his seat... but then, more symptoms are added to his condition. He's sweaty, and... drowsy? His breathing is ragged. He drags a hand across his forehead, to rid himself of the liquid that had formed there. As he does this, he sways to one side and topples from his chair.
The world goes dark, but not for too long.
He wakes in a chair, but not the one he'd originally been sitting in. His arms are tied to the rests, his legs to its legs. His body feels heavy and sore. The lights flash on and he blinks away the spots that erupt within his vision, finding himself in a room with a dozen other people all in the same predicament as him. Scott frowns.
"Attention all Casino players! Welcome to our tenth annual casino games! A big round of applause to our new players!"
A pre-recorded crowd claps their way out of the speakers surrounding them and Scott focuses his attention on the largest speaker at the front of the "classroom". As the rules are explained, Scott's frown seems to grow more and more disapproving. It seemed like he was just jumping from one shitty scenario to the next, these days. First he'd gone blind, and now he was a prisoner. Fantastic.
His self-pity is interrupted by a pair of large hands that clamp down hard on either side of the chair's back. Scott can feel his pulse escalate as he's dragged from the large announcement room and into one much smaller. Two other people are seated before him, both tied to their chairs in the same fashion as he- though their mouths, too, were bound. The speaker next to them crackles to life.
"These are the losing players from the last game. A bunch of sore losers if you ask me. But we're giving you a chance to redeem one as their patron. If you manage to buy yourself out of the games, then you will also buy one of them out too. Now, which one will it be?"
CYOA
The Young Lady, The Young Man
Scott moves his gaze from the boy to the woman, and back again. Both of them seemed to be in quite an anxious state... but the male couldn't be more than sixteen. Just a kid. A kid that had probably been in high school before all this. Scott glances at the lady apologetically, then tilts his head towards the boy. "The kid." He says, with finality.
Two attendants immediately begin to untie him, while another one grabs the woman's chair and drags her towards an adjacent room. Her screams make Scott's whole body feel tense and he's about to ask just what's in that room when his attention is stolen by the young boy he'd decided to save. Freed from his restraints, the boy had chosen to run... and be shot down in the process. Scott yelled as the bullets hit their mark and blood splattered across the wall the boy was closest to. His body hit the floor with a dull thud, a pool of red immediately welling around him. Scott watches for less than a minute, ducking his head so he didn't have to witness the life leaving the other's eyes.
"What a freaking waste," exclaims the announcer, "well, whatever. I guess you don't get to be a patron after all. Now, let's continue onwards, shall we?"
Scott doesn't say anything in response. He just stares at his lap, numb.
COINS: 55
OOC
Character's name: Scott Winfield-Kimura Character's faction: University Character's journal link:[X] Character's survival stats: [X] Character description: Dark-haired and of Japanese-Canadian descent, tall and lithe, wearing a plain white tank top and a pair of cut-off skinny jeans.
