Firetiger3

The Night Life

Posted. Also, the first three paragraphs are just a formality, you don't have to read if you don't want to.

The Night Life

It was a busy night, but really, it always was at the Casino. Which was probably good, considering more people meant more money, but it also meant more work, and even worse, it meant dealing with customers. The loud clash of coins accompanied by the spinning of slots and groans of losers filled the air, creating almost a happy atmosphere. But then again, no one was really happy when they were losing this much money. Everything seemed fairly normal, or about as normal as Dusty Roads was, with the workers trying their best to keep the not-so-normal things under control.

Usually this wasn't too big of a problem, any sort of confrontation happened maybe once or twice a week, if at all. However, after a few deals went sour, connections had become unsteady, to say the least. Of course, it really was more complicated than that, but details were a funny thing. Besides, no one has time to sit and listen nowadays. However, at least two people had pulled guns today, aside from those who belonged to the Casino, and a group of shady guys had stepped into the back to talk to the owner and still hadn't reappeared yet.

Even the customers had noticed the suspicious rise in tension. None dared to say anything about it, but it was certainly obvious. Shifty eyes, perhaps a nervous gulp and a too-tight clutch on their money. Actually, it was fairly surprising people still came at all, considering the risks were a lot higher than usual. Perhaps it was the fucking huge gambling addiction most of the city of Las Vegas seemed to have, or perhaps it was because Dusty Roads had become one of those places you just had to visit once. dusty Roads was proud to say it had never lost a customer to date, but given the circumstances... Their perfect record might not remain so clean anymore.

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The gun in her pocket seemed even heavier than normal to Charlotte. Sure she had used to before, there was no doubt, but before she barely had to pick it up once a month. After all, the Roulette Table tended to have a little less problems than most other tables. Nowadays, she practically had to work with one hard dealing, and the other on the trigger. And yet, today of all days she was particularly on edge, drawing her weapon even when the trouble wasn't at her own position. Dammit, she was a professional wasn't she? Getting scared by something so petty was below her, no one had ever died under her watch. But, she had good reason, sorta. The situation was complicated or whatever, at least, that's what they'll tell you. All she knew was things were just going to get a hell of a lot worse.

She shouldn't be thinking about these things, really, she had customers to take care of. With a small smile, and a spin of the wheel she felt right at home again. This. This is where she belonged. After a good four years working here, Charlotte considered herself damn good at her job. Getting the customer to play just one more round was her specialty. A smile and flattery could go a long way.

And just as she was getting into her normal groove, bang! Her glance was directed upwards to the main entrance of the Casino. Great, another stick-up. They just always had to be loud about it didn't they? It was one man, holding a gun in each hand, and a mask covering his face. Or, that's what she thought. Another loud gunshot came from a different part of the Casino, and then another. So great, they were surrounded? Five, she counted, five men with guns, and possibly more still in disguise. Fucking great. But they were all accustomed to this, and just like every other worker there, a hand reached into her pocket for old faithful. That made two times today that she and drawn her gun, and Charlotte definitely wasn't happy about it. But what was a girl to do? After all, Dusty Roads was some sort of special.

The Night Life

Accepted! And we can always use new members!

You're welcome to start if you wish, if not I can make the first IC post.

The Night Life

Both accepted!

I think I'll wait for one more person to join before we start.

The Night Life

There's still lots of room left, you're welcome to join!

Also, um, if you are interested in this RP, it's sort of required you are both a criminal and a worker.

The Night Life

Everyone accepted!

Pixie Dust, I'll accept yours once you complete it.

The Night Life

Sorry for the wait guys! Here's the OOC

Also, I imagined this in Las Vegas, sorry if it's a little stereotypical! We will be RPing both Night Life, as well as in the Casino, and keep in mind those can mix. I hope that also answers that it will be an RP about criminals and normal people. Generally, it'll constantly switch between the two. Also, I am planning something pretty big, but in the beginning it's minor altercations

The Night Life

Plot

“Give me 20 on red 7 and 9.” The stranger slides onto the bar stool across from your counter, passing a stack of coins to you.

You glance down at his coins and slide them into your palm before setting the spinner off. A ball drops from the claws of the contraption and spins round… And round… And round…. “Sorry old timer,” you say, “But it’s at black 22. Better luck next time.”

“Oh that’s alright,” the elderly man chuckles, reaching into his pocket, presumably for more coins, “I tend to have very good luck.”

You kneel down to eye level with the small box of coins and drop his in before rising again to deal with the customer. Instead, you are greeted with the familiar click of a gun, and a barrel pointed right between your eyes. “Ah, so it’s like that?” you say with a sigh, raising your arms up, “I’m afraid that’s not a wise decision, sir.”

The old man lets out a bark of laughter, “Says the person with a gun pointed to their head? Now, c’mon, you know who sent me and why.”

Of course you do, after all you’re not a moron. “One last chance, old man.” Your patience wears thin, and your formal speech is dropped quickly.

He doesn’t reply, his finger so so close to the trigger. You sigh again, and before he can react, your elbow slams down on his arm. The gun fires, narrowly missing your temple. But of course, that’s not your concern, deftly sliding over the gambling table, your feet collide with his chest and knock him to the ground. The always present gun in the inner pocket of your vest is pulled out for perhaps the third time this week, and is pressed to the old man’s head. He’s quivering, shaking in fear. Looks like he was a mercenary who didn’t know who he was up against. “Sorry sir, it’s company policy.” And while he’s trying to decipher your words, you pull the trigger.

Bang.

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Dusty Roads looks like a normal casino, and by all means, it almost is. Both outside and inside betray nothing, and functions perfectly normally. However, behind the cheery smiles and clinking coins, there lies a darker secret.

It’s pretty widely known that this particular casino has gotten itself involved in gang affairs, however, being one of the largest and most prominent gambling areas many people take the risk and visit. The staff and owner tries to hide as much of it as possible from the public eye, but every so often, shady men step in to “talk to the boss”, or perhaps a shootout now and again.

It all started with loan sharks, taking money from the wrong people, and almost no way to pay it back. However, instead of sitting quietly and taking the abuse, they armed themselves, and took out their problems, one by one. Unfortunately, this caused many problems and made many rivals. However, it’s nothing the staff can’t handle, each and every one of them specializing in a particular set of skills, they all are aware of the dangers, and capable of handling themselves, thank-you-very-much. Troublesome customers appear every now and again, but they are always deal with quickly.

Oh sure, they’ve taken advantage of their new place in the dirty underground. Maybe some illegal substances, or perhaps a mainframe hacking here or there. Something just enough so they can cover their tracks again.

Yet there’s trouble brewing. As tensions rise from a deal gone bad, rivals had made themselves known more and more frequently within the casino. With violence escalating, Dusty Roads is beginning to lose business.

They are ready to take matters into their own hands.

Oh yes, just a friendly little casino.

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Rules:
In general, be nice, use common sense.
I really don't care about swearing, but don't use it when it's unnecessary.
No Mary Sues/Gary Stus
PG-13, you can have violence, but let's not describe it.
No one has to play the Boss/Casino Owner, s/he can just be an NPC. PM if you wish to play him/her.
Modern Theme.
If I missed anything, or if you have any questions, just say something!
Have fun!

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Accepted Characters:
Jon Broker played by Platinum Cobra
Devon Collins played by Pathfinder
Damien Stefansson played by Swarley
Charlotte Brandt played by firetiger3
Javier Mendez played by Sovi3t
Venus Hart played by DAWNSTAR
Seth Valle played by TheMadAsshatter
Kira Rebook played by KiraTheRogue
Gabrial De'Quincey played by Voltus_Ventus

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Character Sheet

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Likes/Dislikes: ((Completely Optional))
Position: ((In the casino, such as Blackjack Table, Service Desk, etc. I'm sure you can think of something.))
Weapon: ((Keep in mind this is modern, so no Katanas or whatever. Try a type of gun. Limited 1 long distance, 1 short distance. For example, a standard pistol and a jack knife.))
Specialization: ((Hacker, Demolition, Assassination, etc. Limited 1.))
Personality:
History:
Pic/Description: ((Okay, I guess we're going with real life pictures))
Other:

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Mine(UnderConstruction)

Name: Charlotte Brandt
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Likes/Dislikes:
Likes: An occasional cigarette, cookie dough ice cream, ice skating, some people.
Dislikes: Doctors/Dentists, bugs in general, hearts and glitter, some other people.
Position: Roulette Wheel
Weapon:Beretta 96 Brigadier and a Standard Combat Folding Knife
Specialization: Hacker, can work with most pieces of technology
Personality: Generally a nice girl, though she tends to be somewhat of a worrywart. When she has those anxious feelings,you'll know, she tends to babble a lot when she feels that way. She tends to be almost motherly, though she often repeatedly states how much she doesn't like kids. In addition, she's a very touchy-feely person, but she'll try to respect your space. Sort of a little troublemaker, most of the time she's never really serious. However, in the occasion she is serious, she is completely work-oriented.
History: She didn't have too bad of a past, in fact, it was fairly normal. However, when she was ten, her parents divorced, which did impact her to a great extent. However, the relationship between the two parents was fairly healthy, and she stayed at both houses, switching every other week. Unfortunately, only a few months later, her father was arrested for credit card fraud in addition to possession of illegal substances with intent to distribute. With that added on to everything, her life went downhill. Hanging out with the "wrong crowd", slowly worsening grades, the usual. She eventually got into smoking in her later years, but never drugs or alcohol, she knew the damage of those. Through a friend of a friend, she found out about computers and technology and the wonders of it all. She dedicated her time to learning, and sought out people to teach her the loops. The later years of her high school life and most of college, she was involved in a large scandal over the internet, bringing down a few major sites. They didn't stir up too much trouble, but were certainly a force to be reckoned with. After college, though she had a degree, she had no idea what she would do with her life, until Dusty Roads found her.
Pic/Description:

Other: She has a passion for combat boots, she always thought they looked cool.

The Night Life

It's great that people are interested! I think I'll wait for one more person before I'll create the Thread.

The Night Life

I'm so glad people are interested! Also, I planned for this to be in a modern setting.