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In one corner of the casino, there was a quiet little enclave partially sheltered from the frenzied activity by a pair of exotic-looking fake plants. Although there were no chairs for relaxing, no benches to sit down on, it was a small reprieve from the flashing lights and electronic noises and clattering of coins being dispensed. It would have been an attractive spot to take a moment and relax before diving back into the games.

Only one person was taking advantage of it's out of the way space. Mr. Nordskov stood against the wall, arms crossed, with a glare so strong it looked like it could melt down steel. He was enraged, standing silently and radiating enough menace to secure the corner all to himself. As long as he stood there staring down innocent and not-so-innocent passersby alike, not a soul dared approach him.

There was no way the old man could bring himself to 'play games' after what he had seen, after what he knew of how these people, himself included, were being treated. Instead he glowered fiercely, especially at what guards he could see. "Staff" in particular were most closely observed. When they left their posts, where they went, who they spoke to... The old man might not have been able to use his massive fists to solve the problem, but he could use his piercing stare to take in what he could.

Lennard was actually feeling pretty good overall. He'd ditched his collar after he'd paid his fair. He was carrying extra with his 'good fortunate' at not being shot during roulette. Len felt pretty damn lucky without question. As he roamed around the casino, there by a bunch of fake plants was a familiar glaring face.

Now, Lennard hadn't made it his business to bother the older gentlemen, but he was one of his own. He owed those in the Apartments for providing him with shelter, and company if even indirectly. If it was up to him, he’d protect every single one of them. It wasn't like others didn't deserve to go free. Lennard just wanted to look to his own before branching out.

Hesitantly, he stopped mid motion and turned to face the tall grisly older male. Tilting his head slightly, he couldn't tell if he was free or not. While it did matter if he was safe or not, that didn't stop him from checking in on him. He took those first few steps towards him to get closer instead of shouting at him. "Mr. Nordskov?" He question.

"Are you--" He started to ask gramps if he was okay. Yet whatever he was going to say was cut short. Lennard heard someone referring to the older guy as Baron Von Hisslepuff. He had to fight not to crack a smile, it was nearly impossible. It was something so...fitting it caught him off guard. "Heh!" He gave Juilette a small genuine smile. "How are the two of you fairin' overall?" The redhead inquired, hand rubbing the back of his neck as he addressed either of them.

The additional voice made her turn and his smile was greeted in kind. All the while, her hands never left John's shoulders, remaining just as solidly placed as they had been when arrived. It would take him moving to remove them. "Hello Lennard," she greeted, though there was still that worry in her tone.

"I'll be much better once I know that is off," okay one hand was moved but only touch the still attached collar. "These guys are after nothing good, the radio people are saying dreadful things and... what they did to... those people in the room," she had to pause. She had tried so desperately not to think of it, had to take a deep breath.

"We need to get it off, how many more coins do you need, Baron von Hisslepuss?" Juliette stared John right in the eye.

Lennard glanced away sheepishly when that icy cold glare was turned on him. Nope, he hadn't laughed at Ms.Carver input. Most certainly not. “Hi Ms. Carver.” He felt like he was intruding somehow, but didn’t shy away from them, he was right where he belonged among familiar faces.

Clearing his throat he frowned. His hands rested at his side. He clenched his fists slightly. His green eyes reflected his discontent for the situation. Sighing Lennard looked back up with a shrug. "It's pretty disgusting really in all honesty regardless.." The former security guards voice trailed off, looking away as he shook his head. The anxiety he felt had been lessened as he made his rounds and checked in with others.

"Then..it sounds like this something right out of stories." He replied flatly. "That's what they are all about." The red head shook his head. "It’s a bunch of bullshit, forcing people to buy themselves. I’m checking to see if anyone needs a couple extra coins I won some after I got that thing off me." Next he clenched his teeth; he intended to help however he could. With his extra coin surely he could spare another the misfortune of perishing.

He tuned into what Juliet was saying. “Wait! Hey do you need some coins Mr. Nordskov?” His voice stressed his concern as he stared between those in the gathering.

He looked too Zelda as she approached and began passing things around. Lennard's eyes went wide as he was passed a radio. He'd been trying to get his hands on one and hadn't had any luck. "Oh wow! Hey! Thank you Zelda!” He called out gratefully with a wide spread grin. Len made a mental note to try and repay her somehow for her generosity.

Well that surprise little visit certainty answered the passing through from earlier. "Oh, Commodore." And was handed a can of juice. Well, wasn't that thoughtful. If not a little odd. It would now take the place of John's shoulders, now freeing him from her grip.

Though, he would still have a stern look planted on him by the thin woman, scrutiny in her eyes. "Just fine?" It did sound like he had a fair enough amount of coins jangling in there but even after years of banking it wasn't like she would denote how many were there. Visually yes, she probably could, but she wasn't that amazing.

"I do wish we were able to pass some of our remaining coins to others, have you managed anything of the sort, Lennard?" It felt like the first time she was actually addressing the younger man outside of her initial greeting. "I think the only way is to play, perhaps we should grab Baron von Hisslepuss and strap him to a card table, yes?" She grinned.

"Fine." Mr. Nordskov repeated gruffly. "No cards." He did that once, and the guy at the table hadn't been able to give him any answers. Now he was more likely to punch a dealer than play their game. And he had gone SO LONG into this catastrophe without punching anything still human, it would do him no good to break that record now.

He caught the serious expression on the young man's face, and was pleased to see it wasn't all fun and games even for the younger generations. Maybe he would do a little after all. He wasn't getting anywhere by staring at the guards until they began avoiding his eyes.

"That's fine we don't have to play cards, I'm pretty convinced they are rigged and those dealers are creeps." Lennard added with a stubborn set to his jaw. There was other activities they could do, it didn't have to involve one of those shady assholes.

Looking between the older pair he nodded. "I'll join you for the now sure. I'll head over to see if I can pay anyone's way out here soon." Pushing his hands into his jacket pockets he moved to trail after them.

Just like that, Lennard had ran into Sawyer again. Amazingly she still looked like she hadn't bothered to clean herself up. At least this time he wasn't being choked by one of those stupid collars. "All of it's rigged Purple." He replied to the younger female with a wide spread grin. "This place is out to kill us after all. It's just great. But I did come out of Russian Roulette along with a couple others unscathed..also won some coins plays the machines so it's possible." He scowled.

"I've thought about it plenty woman!" He replied with his lower lip jutting out ever so slightly. However as she addressed the elder couple, the former security guard felt his jaw go slack. "Wait. You juked the machines?" He whispered, giving her an incredulous look. Then again, that was pretty ******** smart. He had to give her credit.