NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: This is going to be a character thread that takes place in a casino. Basically you can be anything but the owner/manager. You can be a high rolling patron, a man with a gambling addiction, or even the best criminal yet.
This is MT

IC:

He lifted the pistol and pointed it in the air. The trigger was pulled. A flare flew up into the air and lit up the midnight sky as the huge crowd appluaded.

"I give you," Patrick O'Brien yelled into the mic, "Dagda's Palace!"

The crowds surged into Hillian casino. O'Brien's security team kept them from gettin with in twenty feet of the millionare. He sighed. Tonight was a great night.

Inside, cards were being dealt. Dice were being thrown and wheels spun. Thousands of dollars were chaning hands every minute. The tables were bringing in the most money. The blackjack tables seemed to be the most popular.

Bars and lounges were filling up quickly as people started to take breaks from losing money. The house kitchens were firing to life as orders were placed. Rooms started to fill as well and mini bars were raided.

The cameras of course caught all of this.

Down stairs, however, was a much more militaristic setting. Patrols of two were constantly marching through various hallways in the Casino cages. Each man in the patrol had an AK-105 and a back up Viper R-90. Guards at every technical station and control center with the same weapons.

Cameras studied every inch of every hallway. The only elevator below the ground floor was unmoving. It required voice commands, a finger print scan, and a six digit key code that change every half hour. Throughout the shaft hundreds of motion senors were active, making sure that the elvator wasn't manually over ridden.

At the end of the shaft was one last security station. Five guards stood at the ready with K3 Liberators and R-90s ready. Two cameras with mounted machine guns looked down the hallway as well. The vault door was behind all of these. To get it open several things were needed. First was a retina scan. After that was a voice recognition system. Lastly cam a combination keypad with a six digit code changed every ten minutes and a finger print scan. Each key on the keypad would scan the user's finger print.

After all these securites came the vault itself. Two feet thick walls with motion sensors for on hundred meters around the perimeter of the building guarded it. It would take magic to get in.

A man walked directly up to a blackjack table and sat down, stroking his mustache. This man was rather strangely dressed, as he wore an expensive Armani suit, topped off with a long dark purple cape. As he sat down, he removed the cape and handed it to one of the six men in his entourage, who then proceeded to neatly fold it and tuck it away under his left arm.

The obviously wealthy man put 100,000$ on the table, and awaited for his cards to be dealt. The men in his troupe fanned out around him, all wearing sunglasses and earpieces that seemingly dissapeared into their breast pocket. They too were also wearing what seemed to be expensive suits. Eash stood, arms behind their back, surverying the scene.

Outside, several BMW's sat parked. The chauffers had gone off to smoke a few yards away, and two guards stood on watch of the cars, talking about feats they accomplished before they became bodyguards.

People around wondered who this man was.

OOC: is that 100,000 for a while or is it his bet on the hand?

The dealer aws surprised at the ammount of money put down. He quickly dealt the card to both the man and himself. The man showed a soft 18. The dealer looked at his top card, "Dealer had an ace, insurence?"

As he asked this he pressed a small button beneath the table. A blue light in the main control room lit. The station cheif looked at his watch and pulled out his cell phone. He dialed a number. There had hardly been enough time for it to ring once before it was answered.

"O'Brien, what do you got for me, Mallroy?" The owner asked.

"High roller, Blackjack table A5, Hundred thousand," James Mallroy informed his boss.

"Okay, Thanks." The converstaion was over. O'Brien walked towards the table he had been informed about. His rather large bodyguard followed him.

He approached the table and extended his hand to the strange clothed man, "Patrick O'Brien, Welcome to my casino Mr... I'm sorry I don't have your name."

Michele was working as a waitress at the casino. Equipped with a pair of big breasts, and the smallest thigh red dress she could find, she was equipped to acheave alot of tips on a night like this. Her job was to bring the guest new drinks as the old once run out. She were co-working with many of the dealers who played at the casino for a living. After serving them drink after drink she lured them to sit down at one of the professionals tables, easily by combining her sexy features and the proes playing abilities they could presvay a half drunk man to bet more then he should. After the night they split the money between themselves, she always waited some time after the client had left, and spent some of her ernings at the casino. Partly because it was fun, partly because she felt she owed it to the casino. She was currently talking to a man in his mid 40s. A pathetic man, just like the rest of them, he rather look down on her breasts then in her eyes when he talked to her. Stupid man she thought. As of rutine she watched over the room. At the blackjack table, something interesting were currently happening. A strange man with mustage had just betted something that looked like more money than she could even hope of erning in one year. Her heart started beating faster. Had one of the other drink mixers noticed him? she thought not. The general rule was that the one that claimed a client first owned him for the rest of the evening. She turned back to the man she was currently talking to. Tuching him softly on his torso she smiled to him "well, I have to continue my work, maybe the two of us should hook up later?" In the meantime you could enjoy yourself at the table over there" she pointed to a table where one of her proes sat. Texas, hold em, she had never understood the meaning of that game. Softly she turned to these new mysterious man. She gathered all her thoughts on walking as sexy as possible and slowly she entered his line of wive. She walked over to the man in suites, escused herself with the two drinks she had in her hand. She enterd behind the man leaning over his shoulder serving him a drink, smiling warm, "Winning tonight"?

OOC: One bet

The man looked at his cards and thought for a moment, then slowly mumbled out the word "hit". It was a ballsy move, but he knew that he had more than enough money if he lost, and if he won, even better. He then looked up to the attractive waitress. "Be a doll and get me an amoretto sour will you" he said in a strange accent, sounding almost British, but not quite. It was of course, an Exponential Latin accent.

Mr. O'Brien was stopped by one of the men in the bodyguard troupe as he approached. "He doesn't want to be disturbed tonight, sir" said a younger bodyguard with a boxed off hair cut. An older guard, his short silver hairline just beginning to recede, also stepped over in support of the first one in case anything was to happen. The mustached man, however, did not even notice, as he was quite focused on winning the game.

Outside....

A small circle of chauffers stood around in a corner, smoking and talking. The golden Griffin stitched into both their uniforms and hats gave stark contrast to the rest of their uniform, a dark black, and seemed to shine everytime someone lit a new ciggarette.

The two guards at the cars still were talking. One sat on the hood of a BMW, talking about when he was away at war.

"We had those Rustovian boys in such a pocket, I say I killed at least fifty me self"

"Bullshit! Fifty?!"

"Yea, thats just how bad it was"

As they spoke, a walkie talkie cracked up alittle "Possible confrontation, looks like nothing be advised." The men blew it off and went on.

"Yea..but fifty?"

"Of course, for good luck". she bend down and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Exiting the ring of body guards she waved at the bartender. "Jack, I got a big one for you, amoretto sour, make it the luxurious type. "I haven't made one of these for a long time, give me a minute I see what I can do".
Pouring the amaretto into the blender mixing with ice, adding two splashes of sweet and sour. For a second he disappeared under the desk, bringing with him as he re appeared a old classy glass, after blending he poured the drink in the glass added maraschino cherry and small slice of orange and gave the drink back to Michele. "That was fun. Hope he will enjoy it". Michele smiled, then made a bow and returned to the party. "Your drink, sir, and did you have good luck"?

O'Brien looked that the man who stopped him. He was not used to being denied. "I apologize," He started, "But please, tell you employer that I would like him to join myself and a few of the other high rollers in the Keep. It is one of the most secure areas of the Palace, after the vault and my quarters of course."

In all of the control rooms a small alarm went off. It was expected, nothing to be worried about. All it meant was that the codes for the vault and cage doors were to be changed. O'Brien got a message on his beeper signifying the same thing.

(OOC: I'll also make it a little interesting here...)

Five men saw fancy cars and two men talking.

"Alexander, I think I got somethinug for our crew to do," The leader of the small squad said.

Alexander looked in the direction his superior was facing, "You can't be serious Andre!! They gotta be armed!"

Andre opened his trence coat a little so the other four men could see the AK-74 he had with him, "I think we have a small advantage" With that he and the other three took off towards the cars. Alexander put his hand on his pistol and followed them.

Andre came up behind the one on the BMW and pulled out his AK-74. "Get down now," he said quitely. Two more men pulled out pistols and aimed them at the other man. Alexander and the other member of the small gang started got into a fight a good ten yards away to make a distraction.

OOC: I'll make my guy go with you after this hand

IC:

The two guards looked at each other, then put their hands up and dropped to their knees. At the same time, a chauffer was walking back to get some money out of a car when he saw the thugs. He quickly ran back to the rest of his fellow chauffers and they devised quit possibly the worst plan of all time.

Each man knew that all of the BMW's contained a G36E in the trunk, and that each of the two guards was packing a Beretta 9mm, and was well trained in how to use it. The plan was for one of the chauffers to walk as non-chalantly over to the last car, pop the trunk, take out the assault rifle, and start shooting. Hopefully, that would allow the guards to get their guns out and start shooting.

A truly idiotic plan to be sure, but these men were not the brightest lights in the Confederacy.

"Mikey, search them. I want their guns and wallets," A told one of the men with a pistol.

"Sure," Mikey said as he patted down the two men. He only found two pistols. He took their wallets and the guns and gave them to his boss, "I thought they'd have more than a pistol each."

The other man, Carl, yawned and stretched.

The crowd had already managed to stop Alexander and Zachary from fighting.

As they began searching the guards, the chauffers pushed out one of their rank, who began to walk towards the rear of the line of eight BMW's. As he walked, he tried as hard as he could to not look up, instead deciding to take out his keys and pretend to look for one.

Inside at the table, the dealer dealt looked at his down card, "Dealer does not have blackjack." With that he dealt the man a two, "Hmmm puts you in a tight spot, 10 or 20. Hit?"

Out in the street Carl saw something in the corner of his eye. HE turned to see a man walkinh towards one of the cars, "Excuse me sir, would you mind coming over here for a minute?"

By this time the crowd had let Alexander and Zachary go. They started heading in opposite directions. Suddenly Alexander pivoted and charged towards Zachary, tackling and slamming him to the pavement. The crowd once more tried to seperate the two men.

"Come on baby, you can do it" Michele vispered to the man.

The chauffer panicked, and went to turn and run, but the look of one of his colleagues faces as te peered around the corner gave him new hope, and he walked for the thug.

Meanwhile, as Alexander went to get involved in the staged fight, the two guards took their opportunity. It was two to one, and they flet they could take this man. With a nod of the head, both men leapt from the ground, intending to tackle the man assigned to watch them and hopefully take his weapons from him.

Inside, the man in the suit looked at his cards. "Twenty...stay" he said, taking another sip of his amoretto, and then waiting to see what the dealer would get.

The chauffer panicked, and went to turn and run, but the look of one of his colleagues faces as te peered around the corner gave him new hope, and he walked for the thug.

Meanwhile, as Alexander went to get involved in the staged fight, the two guards took their opportunity. It was two to one, and they flet they could take this man. With a nod of the head, both men leapt from the ground, intending to tackle the man assigned to watch them and hopefully take his weapons from him.

Inside, the man in the suit looked at his cards. "Twenty...stay" he said, taking another sip of his amoretto, and then waiting to see what the dealer would get.

OOC: Shit, I got my own characters confused....