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Post by Shanji Smith on Jan 20, 2010 10:20:11 GMT -5
Shanji got dressed in a tuxedo. He looked at the clock to see it was a hour after 8. He messed with his cuffing, making sure they were perfectly straight. He combined his black hair back and placed some not a lot of gel on top. He used just enough to spike his hair.
He grabbed his wallet and cell phone before heading out. He wasn't on any mission to kill anyone. In fact he hasn’t gotten a call for weeks on his black any tracing cell phone. The place had been very boring. all he could do was study or go out and have a good time. Studying was just out right lame and partying, it gets boring after a while.
he got in his car that he changed the color to everyday. It had a fake license plate that wouldn't register any where on searches or police stations. It was just a precaution. You never know when an enemy is after you.
He drove down the street in a calm 75 miles per hour. The lights flashed by on the windshield. Everything was clam and peaceful tonight. He gave a wolfish grin, not for long.
He came to a stop at one of the casinos. He was old enough to drink and play poker. He parked at the farthest parking place from the casino. Just in case something bad happened. Something his bro never understood.
He walked slowly form the car toward his goal. He stopped short at a guy on the street playing guitar. he just gave the guy a look before walking off.
He went inside and bought some poke chips then picked a random table. He told the dialer to hit him with cards. He then just played for a while. He wished the whole time something bad would happen. Something would make him grab for his hidden handgun and try to kill whoever was causing trouble. The thought was exhilarating. How much he wanted to fight and prove the world how tough he could be past 8 pm to 8 am.
Why do you bother wasting your time? All you do is lose a bunch of poker games. The money is just being wasted. We could be studying... Shut up. This is my turn. Remember I make most for the money that goes into our pockets. I can spend however I want. Which would be drinking a beer and losing a poker chip game? Oh how I want to fight someone. Now shut up wuss. I need to listen for suspicion. If any more comments came form his bro. it mattered not, Shanji was ignoring him.
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Word count: 468
Muse: Bored, wants a fight.
Tags: Shanji,
Theme song: N/a
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Post by Tobias Saint on Jan 23, 2010 0:18:12 GMT -5
Anyone looking for Saint knew where to start the search. He was a notorious gambler; it was his drug of choice, and probably the last legal option left in his quest for excitement. It was past the flashy slot machines and video poker -- at one point his game had been baccarat, but with so few casinos offering a table and his boredom with poker variants, it was much more common to find the young heir at the craps table.
Craps, as a game riding on chance, gave him an opportunity to test fortune and tempt fate. The hundred dollar buy-in kept things interesting, and when the money wasn't worth the paper it was printed on to him, he was a very patient player, "$2000, double or nothing," Saint declared pushing a stack of $200 plates forward. He juggled the dice in his palm, the point was a nine and Tobias was having a frosty night. Around him, the gathered viewers drew in a collective breath as several other big names at the table matched his plates with bets of their own. The base dealer looked at him skeptically; Saint frequented this table and, he'd seen the ups and downs...
The thief waved the concern with a nod, how could the man know he was already sitting on a small fortune of forgotten chips? Every pass and new bet, just a quick and smooth motion as trained hands vanished one here and another there. It was almost as entertaining as the game itself. When everybody had settled down, Saint flicked the dice looking for a nine.
"Boxcars,"
"Tsk..." the extent of his disappointment was complimented with a shrug, but he didn't betray his emotions. He stood gracefully, retrieving his hat from the table, "There's always tomorrow, isn't that right darling?" he added to the woman that had hovered over his shoulder for the ride. Tobias offered the same smile that had been plastered over magazine covers detailing the financial rise of the Saints, a good veil to keep attention from how urgent his departure actually was. If he had learned one thing, even plans executed flawlessly were worth nothing if you couldn't get out with the prize.
And today, the prize was a little bigger than he had anticipated...
Saint waltzed past the blackjack and hold 'em games and weaved between the loud glitz of the slot machines, loosing himself in the crowd. It wasn't until he was across the room, the poker tables that stole his attention, that some sort of uproar rippled through the crowd. Security rushed past him, heading back towards the craps and roulette. Tobias grimaced, being noticed was just as bad as being caught in his book. He broke to the nearest table and quickly stacked $300 dollars worth of chips, "Buy in for the round," he stated, taking care of the first round of player betting across the table; but stood just as quickly, "Second thought, I'll fold out, looks like a bunch of pros down here. Keep the change, then," |
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