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Post by Chaos on Mar 28, 2010 9:03:12 GMT 7
Welcome to the Casino! Because that's all it's known as. No fancy names. Who needs one when you're the only racket in town? Sure it doesn't look like much, but follow the faint sounds of music through the archway of the old church and down the steps and you'll find plenty of activity. Just be wary because the Shadow Men who run the place aren't terribly forgiving so if you can't pay your debts... |
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Post by xDawnie on Jan 31, 2012 21:13:00 GMT 7
------------------------------------------------------------------------ Hey, I’m glad you stayed
and everything worked out for you, Brendan.
See, you leave, you get the opposite.
You leave, you get to bury people.
- Warrior [/i][/right] He feeds the slot machine mindlessly.
It's pretty much a reflex to him by now. Put two, pull once, watch blindly as the machine tries to give him hope and take it away, repeat. He's not really looking at it, and he's pretty sure, in some barely there part of his mind, he doesn't care if he won or lost.
All that matters is that he's doing something to try taking his mind off seeing his brother-in-arms and best friend explode into a million pieces before he can say even a word. Sometimes he wonders why he's still alive at all.
He doesn't even know if he'll strike anything at all; and from the weight of the cup in his large, scarred hands, he won't be here much longer anyway. And then it'll be back to the world of drugs and booze, both coursing through his body and pulling his mind down into a murky mush so he can look at the world without a care so that he may as well be dead to the others.
Tommy never gets to see them, though. [/font][/center] I was a heavy heart to carry
My feet dragged across the ground
And he took me to the river
Where he slowly let me drown
[/i] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ male | 18 years | 5’10” | human | Tom Hardy
Warrior © Lionsgate
Heavy In Your Arms © Florence + the Machine
post format by xDawnie [/size] |
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Post by Chaos on Jan 31, 2012 21:23:40 GMT 7
Ryan sipped from the cup and wrinkled his nose. For a casino that spent so much money on glitzy decorations and expensive shows their bar was terrible. He could do a better job and he wasn't technically allowed to handle the alcohol in his glass let alone behind the bar.
He looked around, enjoying the impersonality of the setting. Fear and desperation and excitement, too much gold and not enough clothing. He watched the dealer's hands and the spin of the roulette wheel, feeling more at home than he ever did in his parents' house.
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