Snake Eyes

Apr 24th, 2012 05:51 PM

Despite the terrible quality of the flyer, Snake Eyes Casino's interior is luxuriously designed. Tables stretch across one wall, offering blackjack, roulette, craps and poker. Against the other wall, slot machines jangle out their tempting jingles. The doors are thrown wide open for the first time, and the manager stands, watching people filter in.

He fiddles with his tie in a displacement move, a massive bodyguard flanking him. The bodyguard's throat is discoloured with a vicious scar, and he watches all the patrons, wary and alert.

People filter excitedly to the tables. Cards start being dealt, the machines ring out, and it's not too long before the jangle of quarters fills the air. Each machine has the same clenched fist logo stencilled onto it, neat and almost looking like a pencil drawing. The cards have the same marks on the backs of the decks.

"Nice night," the bodyguard comments, after a moment. The manager fiddles with his tie again.

"Mm? Oh, yes. I suppose it is."

Casino Interior

The Manager

Snake Eyes Casino is located within Neutral Ground.

Apr 25th, 2012 02:58 PM

Sin slipped in with the crowd, following a man a couple of yards in front of him. The Grand Opening had drawn a big enough crowd, he hadn't had too much trouble staying out of sight of the mark. His wife had hired Sin to tail him, standard cheating contract. He'd been following the mark for a few days now, and the trip to the Casino was the most exciting thing to happen.

He sat down at one of the slot machines, as his mark sidled up to a poker table. They'd probably do this dance for a while. Sin grinned, put a few tokens into the machine and pulled the arm.

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**Jokor** · Apr 26th, 2012 09:01 AM

Michael entered the casino with a smile on his face, he had a hard day at work so he thought that he deserved a nice little bit of relaxation today. Especially with the trouble that that neives woman caused him lately.

He sat down next to a man at a free spot at a poker table waiting for the dealer to deal the next hand.

Apr 26th, 2012 12:59 PM

This was not Alejandra's usual scene, and like so many places recently the casino had been churned out into the: "not tried before, might as well now" column. The Irraka did not have very much to actually spend in the casino either, and just a few small dollars and spare change clinked around in her pockets.

She didn't really care if she won or lost - gambling was a concept that happened to other people, not Irraka who barely actually mingled with the outside world. But like so many things that Alejandra was rediscovering since returning to the outside world, putting money in slots and pulling a lever was supposed to be categorised as fun. Therefore she would try it out.

She strode past the bouncer and the manager, her eyes on the jingling equipment. The slot machines seemed simple enough - cards games were not her forte, unless one was trying to balance several into a pyramid shape. Alejandra moved toward an empty machine and rattled around in her pocket.

**Dale Hunt** · Apr 26th, 2012 05:14 PM

Dale walked into the casino with a grin on his face, his stride was confident, like that of a man who is pretty sure of himself. The Rahu wasn't much of a gambling man, nor did he have much money to gamble with. However, he got a kick out of bringing a man of the cloth ( John Holt ) to a place like this. He knew this wasn't Chap's scene, but it was a good chance as any to bond with his Beta, and it certainly beat going to confession as far as the Rahu was concerned.

"So Chap, where would you like to start?" asked Dale, the grin still on his face.

**John Holt** · Apr 27th, 2012 02:26 AM

This really wasn't his scene. However, Dale had insisted and it wasn't like John had any thoughts of gambling. Besides, it would be a good way to bond with the Rahu as well watching for any signs of the herd struggling.

In his heart of hearts, Chaplain knew this was a good thing but just couldn't shake the feeling of guilt from entering the casino. Maybe it was a test and if anything, John would never be found wanting.

"I really have no idea," John chuckled. "You may not have guessed but this is my first time."

Apr 28th, 2012 11:16 AM

Sin pulls the arm, and immediately, he watches as three bars line up on the screen. The loud, annoying jingle plays, and it begins to spew quarters into the drop tray. The people on the nearby slots give groans of envy and congratulations.

Alejandra, unfortunately, just gets one cherry, one seven and a weird unidentifiable blob that might have been a watermelon, but she can see the lucky bastard who just won.

Michael settles himself in at the table, and the dealer deals him in. He gets a fairly good opener, a jack and a ten. The other players start tossing their bets in.

As if sensing John's first time nature, the Manager moves over, flanked by his obvious best friend and totally not legbreaker.

"My name is Adam Neith, proprietor of this establishment. If it's your first time, perhaps I can offer you a few tips?" his voice is unctuous and pleasant.

**John Holt** · Apr 29th, 2012 02:27 PM

The chaplain turns towards the voice, a polite smile on his face as he looked towards the owner. "Evening, Mr. Neith," he said, locking eyes with the man. "Indeed, you're right, this is my first time but perhaps you should direct your tips to my friend here," he gestured to Dale, not breaking eye contact. "His luck can, on occasion, get the better of him."

**Dale Hunt** · Apr 29th, 2012 10:24 PM

Dale turns towards the two men, offering them a quick nod. "How you doing fellas?" asks the Rahu, offering them a grin. He can't help but chuckle at Chap's words, shaking his head slightly. "You know, he may be right about that. So how about those tips?" His general disposition is friendly towards the men, but he does keep a close eye on the large man, who he can only assume is a bodyguard for the owner.

**Jokor** · Apr 30th, 2012 09:31 AM

Michael kept a straight face as he got his cards. After a few moments of deliberation he raised the bet by a little bit. He was pretty confident in his hand and his wits to keep on top of the game. Or at least bluff his way out if his luck didn't hold out.

Snake Eyes

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