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Post by Dante Stark on Aug 8, 2012 10:01:43 GMT -5
Danticus had been resting easy since he'd killed the Lycans stalking the park area.. He knew he was getting closer to something but after almost dying in the attack he figured he'd take a warm vacation and he knew exactly how he wanted to spend it gambling and sluts.. He wasn't your gentleman type and that's the way he liked his life..
Women were like socks for him he'd have them two at a time.. As he stepped out of his bedroom he walked down into the main lobby.. The smell of winning made him walk over towards the roulette table.. He used to love watching James bond films and that's what he felt like whenever he was in a casino.. He was Bond.
Sitting down at the table he looked towards the dealer; "20 Black.." He said tossing his money down and watching the ball spin... This game was for suckers but he loved playing it so much, the ball stopped exactly on his number.. Lucky man.. he thought to himself as he collected his winnings and moved over towards the card tables sitting himself between a few various patrons he placed his bet and looked at his cards..
He could feel his phone vibrating he knew this meant that one of the other hunters had some work for him to do... He wasn't ready to step back into the game just yet... He still had to have his fun while he could.
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Post by Julian McAllister on Aug 10, 2012 3:16:13 GMT -5
How in the world did they manage to land a job at Wild Jack's? The question hung in the air like a ghost or smog, tainting the air with this cold sense of suspicion, as well as a warm tingling elation. The casino was tall, extravagant and luxurious- the floors all smooth marble tiles in alternating black, white and red diamonds, trimmed in what was probably fake but still very flashy gold. Everything inside simply shined and sparkled and dazzled like it was the most important thing in the entire world, competing with all other objects to be the center of attention. The massive fountain in the lobby, the soft carpeting that lined the various game tables, the dark red wood that constructed all of the tables and chairs. They'd pay extremely handsomely for a night of rigorous janitorial work, the lycan realized with something of a sly smile. Though why they would hire such a dinky company from midtown was still beyond him.
Stepping into one of the casino's many large, open game rooms, the black haired figure paused, using his massive height to his advantage for a second and scouring the room with a narrowed pair of eyes. One of his hands gripped the white handle of a dust buster of some sort, the make and model of complete unimportance, while the other hand was raised casually to the cap that rested in his wavy hair, tipping it back away from his gaze as he searched the room for something. And eventually found it. A large red loveseat, one of five arranged in a casual circle on one side of the room, near the card tables. The other four were liberally populated with men and their harems of scantily clad women, but one was left vacant and, even from a distance in the very low light, he could see the light bits of food crumbles that clung to the luxurious cushions.
With a casual sigh, the lycan stalked across the room and set about doing his work, finding an outlet on a nearby wall to plug the hand-held vacuum into. The room was full of noise, of people cheering as they won or crying as they lost. Casinos were always such strange things to him. Cards were always more fun when your entire life savings wasn't on the line. But, in no place to criticize, being nothing more than hired help, the werewolf said nothing and instead straightened the coveralls he was wearing before setting about sucking up all of the nasty food particles that had fallen between the cushions of the casino's favorite couch. It really wasn't a difficult job- in fact, quite the opposite. The casino was high class and full of high class, extremely neat people who did little to disrupt a janitor's day. So, disinterested in being idle for too long, the lycan lollygagged deliberately, noticing a game of blackjack being played just beyond the couch he was cleaning. He could not hear the men from this distance but could see- no, sense, their emotions and two of them seemed to be very very upset by the looks of things. Neither one showed any sort of tell-tale expression on their face but somehow, he knew, he knew what they were hiding, that they were bluffing.
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Post by William Branford on Aug 12, 2012 11:11:26 GMT -5
Wil wandered aimlessly through town and anywhere he found, before he finally found himself in.. what was this... a casino? He looked around, raising an eyebrow to the many different lights and sounds around him.
He'd never been in a casino before. He never had the pleasure of actually sitting and having fun because usually lately all he thought about was becoming human again. This werewolf nonsense was starting to bother him.
Maybe all he needed was a friend.
He had friends, but they'd all gone. He was alone again. And alone was just how it should be. Among strangers it wasn't so bad because he didn't get attached to strangers.
But people he got to know.... they all get hurt eventually.
Wil sighed at the thought and sat at one of the many random gambling tables. He didn't much feel like gambling, he just needed a distraction. He wasn't quite sure how to play this game he sat at, but he guessed and mostly that was okay. After all, it wasn't really a bother to him if he lost all his money.
What would he have spent it on otherwise?
People all around him were laying down dice and cards and calling out numbers. Chips were being exchanged and tossed around and it made Wil feel very uncomfortable as he really had no idea what any of this stuff was.
He had only about one hundred dollars worth of chips and he'd stay until it was gone or he somehow managed to actually win something good.
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