Re: Battle Royale! Round 5: Monte Casino
01-22-2010, 01:34 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Drakenforge.
Mike leaned to the right against a wall, supported by his arm. He tried to wiggle the toes of his left foot.
No response. He gazed downwards to find the stump left by the last round. It stopped shortly past the knee.He curse dunder his breath, unheard in the noise of the casino. Shit was going down. These people were odd, battle royale odd. To hm they all felt like contestants.
A sudden elation overcame him. He had first thought they were ordinary humans, the creatures he loathed so much. But he could feel it. They wouldn't die very easily. No, they would be as challenging as the others, if not more so. He glanced around the room, looking at individual people. There was a man in nothing but a fur loincloth playing roulette. His eyes were yellow, and Mike could smell him from where he stood. He was next to a lanky man with skinny bones who had a similer smell, but less musky.
Across the room, there was a figure hidden beneath a black cloak. He sat at the blackjack table. Mike summoned a vector and used it as a crutch to limp over to him.
"Whats the price?" He casually asked the dealer.
"Anything, leading to everything"
"And the reward?"
"Up to you, as long as you got the chips"
He stared down at the table, watching the game unfold. The cloaked figure seemed familiar to Mike, but he wasn't paying enough attention to guess who he was. He unslung the shotgun from his back, dug out the shells and piled them up into the slots.
1040 chips. He asked them to be made into the chips themselves, and the dealer obliged. They quickly disintegrated, only to be replaced by a small pile of differently coloured chips. He picked some up, counted out a hundred and placed it into the betting box. He was dealt two cards.
He sat into the chair and, before checking his cards, wore the grin he saved for do or die situations.
He had seen the guards back at the facility where he was contained playing cards. He knew the rules slightly, but this game was the easiest, and the fastest.
He glanced around the room, not eyeing others up, he was no expert on reading people, but actively challenging them with his bloodthirsty eyes.
The dealer revealed his first card to be a nine.
Someone asked for a card. From that he had 18. He stayed.
The next had a hard 17, and hesitated before folding. Mike saw that it was an old woman.
When it came to the man next to him, who had a three and a four, he hit. A nine. He hit again. two. He stayed.
Mike looked down. He had 11 from a five and a six.
"Hit me"
The dealer tossed him a seven.
"Eighteen." He announced.
Mike was last on the table. The dealer looked around the table once and lifted his second card. A queen. Mike watched his credits get taken away, and glanced at the others. The old lady watched as part of a large bible disapeared. The cloaked man got his bet back.
Mike stayed where he was, insisting on seeing how far this game could really go.
Zeke glared at the bartender and quickly pocketed the makeshift handle. He took another quick glance and finally spotted Mike sitting at a table. His bare back and white pants made him stand out in the colour fest. Zeke allowed himself a brief moment of annoyance. Mike, the guns blazing mad animal, was playing a card game? He walked at a brief pace to stand behind Mike, making sure not to get close.
"I thought you'd have more balls than this, lunatic"
Mike swiveled round in his chair, showing of the stump that was hidden to Zeke before.
"Just trying to even out my battlefield, ninja"
Now that was interesting. Zeke had left Mike alone for only a few moments at the end of the round and he had lost most of his leg? Now he understood that piercing scream of rage. And the swearing, but he was used to that by now.
"Ouch" Zeke replied sarcastically, "Who managed that?"
[color=#00400]"Itzal, crushed it with one of those blocks. I cut it off though. I think I managed to wound Whit though, and that makes me the first one to do so, I think"[/color]
Zeke thought back to the previous rounds. As Mike had suggested, Zeke had not seen anyone actually draw blood from Whit, or at least caused noticible damage. Zeke guessed that, like his ankle, he would still be slightly hurt. Good. Maybe that would help in the long run. He couldn't help but realize that, while Mike's stump was healed and still showed bone and flesh and muscle, it was not bleeding. But, on the other hand, if that was not the case, Mike would probably have died by then, or at least passed out.
"Hmm. Interesting. Alright then, when you have finished, meet me at the bar. It's too peaceful around here for our tastes. Besides, I have no idea what is going on. Never been to a casino
"I agree" Mike chuckled, "Just let me earn a foot and i'll join you. Hear that dealer? As soon as I have enough chips, put them into restoring this leg" He raised it slightly and even pointed. "i don't care if I go broke from the process, just make sure to remember"
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Mike leaned to the right against a wall, supported by his arm. He tried to wiggle the toes of his left foot.
No response. He gazed downwards to find the stump left by the last round. It stopped shortly past the knee.He curse dunder his breath, unheard in the noise of the casino. Shit was going down. These people were odd, battle royale odd. To hm they all felt like contestants.
A sudden elation overcame him. He had first thought they were ordinary humans, the creatures he loathed so much. But he could feel it. They wouldn't die very easily. No, they would be as challenging as the others, if not more so. He glanced around the room, looking at individual people. There was a man in nothing but a fur loincloth playing roulette. His eyes were yellow, and Mike could smell him from where he stood. He was next to a lanky man with skinny bones who had a similer smell, but less musky.
Across the room, there was a figure hidden beneath a black cloak. He sat at the blackjack table. Mike summoned a vector and used it as a crutch to limp over to him.
"Whats the price?" He casually asked the dealer.
"Anything, leading to everything"
"And the reward?"
"Up to you, as long as you got the chips"
He stared down at the table, watching the game unfold. The cloaked figure seemed familiar to Mike, but he wasn't paying enough attention to guess who he was. He unslung the shotgun from his back, dug out the shells and piled them up into the slots.
1040 chips. He asked them to be made into the chips themselves, and the dealer obliged. They quickly disintegrated, only to be replaced by a small pile of differently coloured chips. He picked some up, counted out a hundred and placed it into the betting box. He was dealt two cards.
He sat into the chair and, before checking his cards, wore the grin he saved for do or die situations.
He had seen the guards back at the facility where he was contained playing cards. He knew the rules slightly, but this game was the easiest, and the fastest.
He glanced around the room, not eyeing others up, he was no expert on reading people, but actively challenging them with his bloodthirsty eyes.
The dealer revealed his first card to be a nine.
Someone asked for a card. From that he had 18. He stayed.
The next had a hard 17, and hesitated before folding. Mike saw that it was an old woman.
When it came to the man next to him, who had a three and a four, he hit. A nine. He hit again. two. He stayed.
Mike looked down. He had 11 from a five and a six.
"Hit me"
The dealer tossed him a seven.
"Eighteen." He announced.
Mike was last on the table. The dealer looked around the table once and lifted his second card. A queen. Mike watched his credits get taken away, and glanced at the others. The old lady watched as part of a large bible disapeared. The cloaked man got his bet back.
Mike stayed where he was, insisting on seeing how far this game could really go.
Zeke glared at the bartender and quickly pocketed the makeshift handle. He took another quick glance and finally spotted Mike sitting at a table. His bare back and white pants made him stand out in the colour fest. Zeke allowed himself a brief moment of annoyance. Mike, the guns blazing mad animal, was playing a card game? He walked at a brief pace to stand behind Mike, making sure not to get close.
"I thought you'd have more balls than this, lunatic"
Mike swiveled round in his chair, showing of the stump that was hidden to Zeke before.
"Just trying to even out my battlefield, ninja"
Now that was interesting. Zeke had left Mike alone for only a few moments at the end of the round and he had lost most of his leg? Now he understood that piercing scream of rage. And the swearing, but he was used to that by now.
"Ouch" Zeke replied sarcastically, "Who managed that?"
[color=#00400]"Itzal, crushed it with one of those blocks. I cut it off though. I think I managed to wound Whit though, and that makes me the first one to do so, I think"[/color]
Zeke thought back to the previous rounds. As Mike had suggested, Zeke had not seen anyone actually draw blood from Whit, or at least caused noticible damage. Zeke guessed that, like his ankle, he would still be slightly hurt. Good. Maybe that would help in the long run. He couldn't help but realize that, while Mike's stump was healed and still showed bone and flesh and muscle, it was not bleeding. But, on the other hand, if that was not the case, Mike would probably have died by then, or at least passed out.
"Hmm. Interesting. Alright then, when you have finished, meet me at the bar. It's too peaceful around here for our tastes. Besides, I have no idea what is going on. Never been to a casino
"I agree" Mike chuckled, "Just let me earn a foot and i'll join you. Hear that dealer? As soon as I have enough chips, put them into restoring this leg" He raised it slightly and even pointed. "i don't care if I go broke from the process, just make sure to remember"
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