As you say.
[b]His left hand gravitates towards his bag, and his right towards his shotgun and sword, checking that he's ready for a fight[/b]
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"Hey, fellas!" He walks in, sitting down at a table full of people, including your mark.
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[b]Nobody stands a dozen or so feet away, leaning against the wall, writing in a small leather bound journal[/b]
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The informant brings you to the table with him. "This is my buddy, don't worry, he's cool." He sits you down.
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Hullo. [b]He leans back, assessing each person[/b]
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Edited by bip: 1/15/2016 1:06:25 AMThey all seem like typical gangsters besides me. I look straight at you with almost piercing eyes.
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[b]He goes back to writing in his journal, seeming oblivious to his surroundings, but actually listening intently[/b]
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"Wanna join?" One asks. "It's holo blackjack."
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Sure, why not.
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"New blood first." One says.-
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Oh, alright.
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The game starts.
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[b]He waits to be dealt[/b]
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[spoiler]I feel like going through every detail would take forever, fast-forward?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Probably for the best[/spoiler]
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By the end, I've won, taking the prize pool.
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Quite a bit of luck you've got there.
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"Thanks." I turn to the gang member. "So about that ride..."
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[b]I sit back and quietly watch the proceedings[/b]
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"I'm leaving in 10 minutes." He replies. "Pack your stuff."
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Edited by Forum Therapist: 1/16/2016 1:30:39 AMWhere exactly are you headed?
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"None of your business." I reply, heading to the bar to order a drink.
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Rude. [b]He goes back to writing in his book.[/b]
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I order a shot and sit down, waiting for the bartender.
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[b]He stares at his book, seemingly at a loss for what to write[/b]
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I finally get the drink, but curiously walk out of the bar with it.