Re: Battle Royale! Round 5: Monte Casino
02-01-2010, 12:27 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by MyifanW.
Whit breathed out, tuning out the rest of the casino and slouching in his chair. He glanced at his hands- they were still withered. Whit froze in panic. Did he really lose so much of his life? was it gone forever? His worry was interrupted by the dealer's voice.
"Oh, sorry. It looks like you've gotten the short end of the stick here. But, ah, That's certainly not fair. I'll tell you what."
The dealer placed an extra helmet on his head.
"I'll fill your life back up, at least. Actually, Ill give you a little more, extra. You did win this game, after all."
the dealer said this with a smile, and pressed a button under the table. Suddenly, Whit felt invigorated again, young again- but he felt Something else, too. Something beyond his perceptions... Whit looked at his life counter, but it was glitching, the same way it had when Itzal tried to put an impossible object in the chip holder. Whit looked at the dealer, who had given him some of his life. The dealer let out an exaggerated breath, but looked no different than he had before. Whit wondered how much life the dealer had, but didn't feel the need to question him. Instead, he gave his thanks.
"Thank you, sir. I feel wonderful, better than ever."
the dealer laughed a little to himself.
"Of course you do, Whit. You just had a Little taste of... Well, she'd be angry if I said. Anyway, this is just me giving you a hand. In return, why don't you win for me?"
before Whit could respond, the dealer ran off. Whit decided not to chase him, and simply pondered the occurance. He opened and close his hands, feeling incredible vigor coursing through him. He felt amazing, but what was more, he felt something else in him, a sense or impulse that he had never had before. He couldn't make out what it was, but knowing it was there was pleasant.
Whit laughed. Worry had crept into his mind more than once, but it had all worked out, hadn't it? The entire casino was more or less on his side. But, more than that, Luck was on his side. He smiled absently. Yes, that was how it was. Luck and fate would protect him, and make sure that he would come out the victor. All he needed to do was trust it- absolutely. Completely, onehundred percent, absolutely.
Then came time to collect the spoils. Whit grabbed the hat in his chip holder and twirled it on to his head. It somehow fit perfectly, and didn't seem likely to come off. He glanced into Itzal's holder, and took everything inside. The mesmerizing device seemed useful, and the rest fit in his pockets. He was sure these objects had some use- if they didn't, then why would they be here for him to take?
He casually got up and looked over towards the carnage. It was interesting, watching others stuggle for life. Well, Zeke and Mike at least, nobody else seemed to hold their lives in high regard- they acted simply, like puppets. Whit pondered if anybody here was a real person at all. He walked towards the bar, to get a better view.
Whit breathed out, tuning out the rest of the casino and slouching in his chair. He glanced at his hands- they were still withered. Whit froze in panic. Did he really lose so much of his life? was it gone forever? His worry was interrupted by the dealer's voice.
"Oh, sorry. It looks like you've gotten the short end of the stick here. But, ah, That's certainly not fair. I'll tell you what."
The dealer placed an extra helmet on his head.
"I'll fill your life back up, at least. Actually, Ill give you a little more, extra. You did win this game, after all."
the dealer said this with a smile, and pressed a button under the table. Suddenly, Whit felt invigorated again, young again- but he felt Something else, too. Something beyond his perceptions... Whit looked at his life counter, but it was glitching, the same way it had when Itzal tried to put an impossible object in the chip holder. Whit looked at the dealer, who had given him some of his life. The dealer let out an exaggerated breath, but looked no different than he had before. Whit wondered how much life the dealer had, but didn't feel the need to question him. Instead, he gave his thanks.
"Thank you, sir. I feel wonderful, better than ever."
the dealer laughed a little to himself.
"Of course you do, Whit. You just had a Little taste of... Well, she'd be angry if I said. Anyway, this is just me giving you a hand. In return, why don't you win for me?"
before Whit could respond, the dealer ran off. Whit decided not to chase him, and simply pondered the occurance. He opened and close his hands, feeling incredible vigor coursing through him. He felt amazing, but what was more, he felt something else in him, a sense or impulse that he had never had before. He couldn't make out what it was, but knowing it was there was pleasant.
Whit laughed. Worry had crept into his mind more than once, but it had all worked out, hadn't it? The entire casino was more or less on his side. But, more than that, Luck was on his side. He smiled absently. Yes, that was how it was. Luck and fate would protect him, and make sure that he would come out the victor. All he needed to do was trust it- absolutely. Completely, onehundred percent, absolutely.
Then came time to collect the spoils. Whit grabbed the hat in his chip holder and twirled it on to his head. It somehow fit perfectly, and didn't seem likely to come off. He glanced into Itzal's holder, and took everything inside. The mesmerizing device seemed useful, and the rest fit in his pockets. He was sure these objects had some use- if they didn't, then why would they be here for him to take?
He casually got up and looked over towards the carnage. It was interesting, watching others stuggle for life. Well, Zeke and Mike at least, nobody else seemed to hold their lives in high regard- they acted simply, like puppets. Whit pondered if anybody here was a real person at all. He walked towards the bar, to get a better view.
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