Megan wasn't quite willing to play the games for her coins. She'd looked at the blackjack tables, people seemed to be losing much more than they were winning, and while she did enjoy blackjack, she rather enjoyed living much more. And she sucked at poker. They weren't letting her pull the slots anymore, so her options were pretty limited. So instead of doing anything casino-themed, she actually spent much of the day sneaking around and scrounging for anything that may be of interest to the junkyard table. She'd managed to find a fallen bottle of nutritional pills under an empty 20 Questions table, so there was that. Five tokens for food, was it? At last count, her case was at 129 just from giving up things that weren't immediately necessary. If she just... found one dropped token or something, she'd be good to go.
She dashed excitedly for the table. Searching for stuff to stay alive certainly helped to keep her mind off other recent events, so finding an extra thing of food was great news. What was even in these? She looked down to examine the label as she rounded a corner, only to get a face full of.... someone. A very large person. "Oof."
Character's name: Megan Lam Character's faction: District 4 (Mall) Character's journal link: [here] [ b]Character's survival stats: Megan Lam (View) BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Little 5' Chinese girl. You can't really tell how old she is; she looks like she's 17, but all Asians look 17 until they're like 60 so that isn't a very good measure. Wearing this dress which reaches to the floor. Headpiece not included. Her hair is tied up with something thick, black, and ribbonlike. And possibly fuzzy.
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Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2015 1:36 am
It's almost like a bird smacking into a window, only the window is covered in bright tacky colors and a tacky pot slogan, isn't it? He's on his way to the bingo hall (like any self-respecting old man would) when -- WHOOF! -- a very tiny person runs right into him, smacking comically into his chest (naturally, since the girl probably weighed not even a fraction of his weight sopping wet, he didn't budge). The man is so big his price collar is around his wrist rather than his neck.
Now, Grant's a nice fellow, or so he would like people to think, so he's not about to go off screaming at the kid for not watching where she's going. If anything, he takes a step back and adjusts his glasses, peering down at her with a quizzical look. He couldn't help but notice the orange prescription bottle in her hands, but he can't read what the label says from here.
"Hey little missy, you didn't take any impact damage from running into this ol' brick wall, did you?" It's a friendly enough question, and he smiles at her with closed eyes to emphasize this.
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Casino coins/value: 64/85
Character's name: David Grant Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:woop Character's survival stats: David GrantView BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER David is massive. You could even call him a big buff spicy grandpa, a 6'5" wall of muscle wrapped in tacky Hawaiian print fabric. His favorite color is orange. He wears square-rimmed glasses and has a neatly trimmed beard. Everything about him is an affront to human decency. He is the walking definition of loud and obnoxious. sketch
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Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2015 2:12 am
It was almost automatic how she backed up and gave the tiniest almost-bow. She almost mumbled a ‘sorry’ at him, but she stopped when she realized how gaudy he was, and he started talking to her. Oh god oh god. It felt like so long since she last had a normal conversation, she almost forgot there were things to talk about other than infected and barricades and supplies.
“Nah, I’m okay,” she said, “I just need to get this over to the Junkyard table. You know, for the coins?”
He didn’t look familiar, but he certainly didn’t look like he belonged here in the casino either. He must be from another faction. An old man, huh? A huge old man, but… other factions must be pretty safe (or pretty tough) to have elderly people in them. Mall had Granny Smith, of course, but this guy looked like he could deck one of the undying without much effort, old or no.
Character's name: Megan Lam Character's faction: District 4 (Mall) Character's journal link: [here] [ b]Character's survival stats: Megan Lam (View) BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Little 5' Chinese girl. You can't really tell how old she is; she looks like she's 17, but all Asians look 17 until they're like 60 so that isn't a very good measure. Wearing this dress which reaches to the floor. Headpiece not included. Her hair is tied up with something thick, black, and ribbonlike. And possibly fuzzy.
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Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2015 2:22 am
If Grant knew what she was thinking, he'd probably laugh and tell her about the time he tried to suplex a zombie and slipped and fell into the trash instead. He sure didn't recognize her, nor did he see any umbrellas on her person, but that wasn't going to stop him from being friendly.
The large man crosses his arms behind his back, still smiling like the sun. "You don't say? I was thinking of checking that out myself," he grins. "I got some junk in my pocket I was thinking of shoving 'em at those folks and seeing what I could get for it."
He opens his eyes now, looking down at her. "Say, I couldn't help but see you had some pills on ya-- you wouldn't happen to know if those are pain pills, do ya? This old man's got a stiff neck from a piledrive that went wrong 20 years ago."
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Character's name: David Grant Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:woop Character's survival stats: David GrantView BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER David is massive. You could even call him a big buff spicy grandpa, a 6'5" wall of muscle wrapped in tacky Hawaiian print fabric. His favorite color is orange. He wears square-rimmed glasses and has a neatly trimmed beard. Everything about him is an affront to human decency. He is the walking definition of loud and obnoxious. sketch
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Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2015 2:33 am
“Huh? Oh no, these are just vitamins,” she held up the bottle, feeling like a small child showing her dad. “I’ll keep an eye out for Tylenol or something for you though!”
She did mean that offer sincerely, it wasn’t like a couple of pain pills would help the faction of Stinky Young People And Granny Smith all that much in a pinch. And this guy really seemed like he’d be hard to miss in a crowd. Honestly, this exchange was a refreshing change of pace from constantly being on edge.
And before he could answer, she’d scampered off.
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[ Casino Coins: 129 + 20 = 149 ] -> 450 words as of this post Price Tag: 135 Coins
Character's name: Megan Lam Character's faction: District 4 (Mall) Character's journal link: [here] [ b]Character's survival stats: Megan Lam (View) BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Little 5' Chinese girl. You can't really tell how old she is; she looks like she's 17, but all Asians look 17 until they're like 60 so that isn't a very good measure. Wearing this dress which reaches to the floor. Headpiece not included. Her hair is tied up with something thick, black, and ribbonlike. And possibly fuzzy.
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Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2015 2:45 am
Pfft, vitamins? What use are those? Grant laughs warmly and claps his hands, and before he can tell her that Tylenol does nothing for him and what he needs is prescription-based, she'd gone and run off on him, leaving him all by himself with nothing but Kinder Eggs starting to melt in his pocket.
He had held up his finger and was about to say something, but oh well. He can't really blame the girl for being in a hurry given the circumstances (and how he can keep a smile on his face despite what's all been going on here is a mystery).
Actually... he might trail along and get rid of one of those things too. He can't be too far away from buying himself out, now.
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Casino coins: 64+20 for >450 word count in RP = 84
Character's name: David Grant Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:woop Character's survival stats: David GrantView BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER David is massive. You could even call him a big buff spicy grandpa, a 6'5" wall of muscle wrapped in tacky Hawaiian print fabric. His favorite color is orange. He wears square-rimmed glasses and has a neatly trimmed beard. Everything about him is an affront to human decency. He is the walking definition of loud and obnoxious. sketch
