Re: Battle Royale! Round 5: Monte Casino
01-22-2010, 01:10 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Lankie.
Zeke sat at the bar, surveying the room, he knew about gambling but casino's were alien to him. He didn't even know how a slot machine worked, let alone any card games. Zeke glared at the table Whit and Itzal. He couldn't believe it, he knew they had an alliance but this was ridicoulous, playing card games...Zeke could just kill them now, they were obviously far engrossed in there childish games to matter about this. But no, it was far too risky, each and everyone in the room was heavily armed and no doubt trained in combat, should Zeke fail to kill them, he would be overwhelmed.
Whit glanced round inbetween rounds of cards, he caught Zeke's unforgiving gaze from the bar. Zeke hawked him, ready to strike, not even blinking. Whit uncomfortably turned back to the game at hand.
What Zeke needed was an injection of chaos. Mike was the perfect candidate to cause it, to turn this crowd into a free-for-all, then Zeke could strike. He wasn't sure if his alliance with him was still good. He was unhinged at best afterall. Still Zeke decided to wait, taking more glasses of water. Zeke noticed that Itzal's dagger, which he absent mindedly put on the desk had slowly ebbed away to just a handle. "I hope you got more hardware than that if you keep up this rate."
Zeke sat at the bar, surveying the room, he knew about gambling but casino's were alien to him. He didn't even know how a slot machine worked, let alone any card games. Zeke glared at the table Whit and Itzal. He couldn't believe it, he knew they had an alliance but this was ridicoulous, playing card games...Zeke could just kill them now, they were obviously far engrossed in there childish games to matter about this. But no, it was far too risky, each and everyone in the room was heavily armed and no doubt trained in combat, should Zeke fail to kill them, he would be overwhelmed.
Whit glanced round inbetween rounds of cards, he caught Zeke's unforgiving gaze from the bar. Zeke hawked him, ready to strike, not even blinking. Whit uncomfortably turned back to the game at hand.
What Zeke needed was an injection of chaos. Mike was the perfect candidate to cause it, to turn this crowd into a free-for-all, then Zeke could strike. He wasn't sure if his alliance with him was still good. He was unhinged at best afterall. Still Zeke decided to wait, taking more glasses of water. Zeke noticed that Itzal's dagger, which he absent mindedly put on the desk had slowly ebbed away to just a handle. "I hope you got more hardware than that if you keep up this rate."