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Post by ivory on Dec 9, 2009 14:50:17 GMT -5
Everest gave another roll of the dice, his face clear of anything but determination, as if his will alone could change the outcome to his favor. His eyes shone a diamond green and the corners of his lips were almost feral, but he was handsomely tailored and held himself with an air of almost arrogant pride.
He ignored the lady pressed against his back and the sultry sound of her voice, his focus only on one pinpoint. A seven. Calling it a fit night, he gave a nod to his opponent, elegantly shrugged out of the woman’s hold, and slipped amongst the crowd. He walked with them for a bit, having no set destination in mind, simply letting his eyes ravel across the floor and walls. Satisfied, he shifted to make his way to one of the exits, breathing in deep as the door shut behind him.
The alley smelled of urine and vomit, but was still preferred over the smell of the gambling hell with its added mixture of cigars and ale. He stepped to the side to allow people to enter and exit before rolling down the sleeves of his tunic and donning his overcoat.
His fingers touched upon the newly won coins in his pocket as he made his way down the cobbled stone street, his walk slow and relaxed. He’d wait a few more days before moving into the good graces of Nicolas Night and only when the moment was right would he rob him blind.
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Post by Mri on Apr 9, 2010 8:37:33 GMT -5
Nicolas stood at the window in his office atop the gambling hell, a glass of wine in his hand, starring out over the darkened streets of Araluen. He found himself standing here more and more frequently over the past few days and knew that it was near time again. He always seemed to know when she was coming for he experienced an overwhelming urge to run.
She was a small one, but there was something in her eyes that chilled his blood every time. He wondered how anyone else could be fooled by it, deceived by her sweet laughter and angelic smile. The glass was raised to his lips. No, he could see it, for at one time he himself had been deceived by it.
A frown settled harshly on his handsome features as a heavy sigh seemed to fill his being. How did he ever get himself in this deep?
He rubbed a worker's hand over his neck, attempting to message the tension out of it and the forlorn thoughts out of his mind. It was no use; it never was, but any sense of relief, feigned or not was appreciated.
How much time was left? Enough to hide himself for an eternity? He highly doubted it, but these thoughts were forever repeating. She'd find him, he knew, but maybe it was still worth it. It wouldn't be though; she'd find him, torture him, break his defiance again.
Finishing the last of his glass, he turned from the window and rubbed a hand over his face. How did he ever get into this mess?
And as his hand dropped back to his side, he looked at the answer.
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Post by Mri on Jul 4, 2010 11:11:02 GMT -5
Everest had come back three times already in the past six days, today making it four times in one week. He scanned the gambling hell as always, putting names to faces and with the more dangerous cases, reading off their profiles in his mind as his eyes lingered.
He walked the room once, checking for the best table before settling into an unoccupied seat. He placed in and lost heavily – though never enough to bankrupt him. He knew that to keep circulating he had to make the occasional loss and today was to be his ‘bad luck streak.’
Three hours later, his pocket was nearly empty and with a scowl he excused himself from the table. He made his way over to the bar, ordered, and scowled deeper into his drink. He was simply playing his disguise and waiting for the perfect moment to strike. He’d staked out the place for nearly a month before even entering and he wouldn’t lose all he’d done because of bad acting. He had the uncanny ability to change his personality at will – projecting himself as different people entirely; a skill that had caught the eye and had him thus assigned.
Night may once have been a formidable foe, but now? Well, one only had to look around here to see that he’d fallen – hard and far and Redford wanted to know why.
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Post by Mri on Nov 24, 2010 18:36:52 GMT -5
Badger's hand had subconsciously covered his set of knives a while back, this being the more sketchy part of town. His eyes never stopped scanning the town nor did his thoughts completely part from the few riches he carried on him.
Despite that he needed to save as much money as possible, he'd borrowed a horse in the cleaner parts of town. Better to use a little money now than risk getting it all stolen later by some pickpocketing thief.
Badger hadn't spoken a word this entire trip, lost in his thoughts not bothering to fill in the other two on Hatchet and pretty sure they knew of this particular gambling hell well enough. They were after all, rangers and had probably visited it more than a handful of times on business.
He swung down from his horse, keeping a hand on his knives and turned to face Crowley. Someone needed to keep an eye on the horses or they wouldn't be here when they came back. Besides, Crowley might attract more attention than the both of them...then again, with his skills, maybe not. He gave a very slight shrug before turning to Rab. One of them had to stay and he wasn't going to sit this one out. Not when Hatchet might be in there.
And that's exactly why he should.
Giving a heavy exhale of disappointment, he turned from his two fellow rangers and sat down on the bench seated outside the gambling hell. Separate feelings from thoughts. If Hatchet caught sight of him before Badger did, then he'd be gone for months, years maybe and the whole stack of cards would be folding down around them. He couldn't let Hatchet escape again, couldn't let him hide behind his wall of muscle and brawn.
"Make it quick," was all he asked before turning to eye the crowd with suspicion.
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