Sol Grim

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Dallen gave the bartender a nod, then noticed one of his group came into the bar and sat near by. Just as he was about to go over to him and fill him in on the details so far, he pulled out his laser gun and shot it at a hanging dartboard. Though the shot was a good one, it brought a few unwanted eyes in his direction. He figured it would be best if they didn't get made knowing one another, even though he really didn't know the stranger at all anyway.

"Damn amateur's going to get me killed," he muttered under his breath as he walked away, hoping the guy would stay in the casino in case he had to make an emergency getaway.

Dallen never liked backing himself into a corner like he currently was doing, but he was already in this far. Might as well see it out, he figured. As he walked past the thugs and gamblers, he caught eyes with the fat man he was playing poker with not so long ago. He had a dirty and mean stare upon his face, and used one of his fingers to make a slicing motion across his throat. The fat man's henchman was just now attempting to get back up from getting knocked out cold, which brought a smirk to Dallen's face.

Dallen made his way to the elevator where the two large guards stood. "Adrian sent me." The elevator then opened up and he was in, having no clue how this was going to play out. An old tune crackled from the speakers as he rode up the elevator, "Runaround Sue" by Dion. A catchy song, but Dallen just stood still. He thought about how careful he had to be in these next few moments, as he had no gun on him. The doorman still had his weapons held, one of the rules for playing poker.

Finally, the doors opened up and he walked out.

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Eh, Dusty can take 'em. Also, sorry for super short post hehe. My mind is scrambled from work.

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"He called me a liar," Dallen replied to the bartender. He gladly took the rum and coke, tossing a few caps his way for the trouble. He kept one single casino chip out and flipped it across his knuckles with relative ease, something he used to do with old world change, mainly just to relieve stress or pass the time.

The bartender then did exactly what Dallen had hoped would come out of the situation, by giving him a direction to take. Finishing off his cigarette and taking another drink, he looked up at the bartender and gave a nod.

"I suppose a job would serve better than going from town to town trying my luck at poker," he said. "Yeah, I'd like to meet the boss. What can you tell me about him?"

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Ok just fare warning, I was really fucked up for that last post. If the poker game isn't correct, fuck it I'll fix it later. Cheers!

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Dallen fit right in to the Shark Club as soon as he entered. He didn't even need to show his caps, as a well dressed guard came over and took his coat and weapons. Dallen was directed to the poker tables, of which he saw that there were many openings. He chose the table closest to the wall, in case of a firefight, which at this point was very likely to happen. There were three other men at the table, all seemingly talkative and aware of the city. Dallen sat down with them, tossing half his caps in for poker chips.

"New blood," one of the rugged man spat as he almost choked on his own cigar. "Pretty boy, whatchu doin' in Reno?"

"I thought it was obvious," Dallen answered. He called the hand on the table and tightened up his black tie so that it was straight again. "Let's play some cards."

Just a nod of approval came from the other guys, then the game started. Fold after fold, after a call that turned into a fold, Dallen finally felt comfortable. The guys sitting with him all drank heavily, shot after shot after shot. Dallen partook in a few of the whiskeys, but whenever he felt his mind slurring away from him, he'd order a white russian to calm himself back down.

His father taught him how to play, and also how to not get cheated. There was a lot of free time back at his father's old ranch, in which the two would play a lot of card games. His father also taught him how to cheat, so that he may never be cheated himself. Such a simple, once useless talent, he decided to use here and now. Once it was his turn to deal, he took two pair of kings from the last hand and stuck them at the bottom of the deck. He began to shuffle an indian shuffle, keeping the kings at the bottom while making it seem he was shuffling all of them. Then he dealt. There was some random small talk about absolutely nothing, which was good. It meant they didn't notice his shuffle cheat. Once he felt he was in, he played fair and occasionally joined into some small talk. He would, over the time played, give winnings to those that were losing, as well as keeping himself above what he bought in for.

Time passed by fast, as one by one the players went, until it was just Dallen and some fat guy, who wore a monocle and a black and white striped suit. Dallen was up, having won most of the games thus far. He noticed that as the other players left the game, more guarded men approached the table. It was obvious that whoever this guy was, he had a lot of caps.

"You're not bad pretty boy," the thug spoke. "Been a while since I've been challenged."

"Must be hard to find a real opponent," Dallen replied. "You know, when you're with the Lazzari's. No disrespect, I just mean you have a secure brotherhood. Look after another, you know..." Dallen took a sip of his whiskey, pretending to be drunker than he actually was.

"Ha!" the man spat. "I've nothing to do with that lot, though they are here. My crew is a bit smaller, though more loyal. We keep it in the family."

Dallen realized he was at the wrong table. He simply nodded in respect, then when it was his turn to deal again, he held two aces on the bottom of the deck. It was time to end this, then move on to the higher ups. Dallen sat back and looked at his two aces as the flop was dealt. Ace of hearts, king of diamonds, and a jack of spades. Dallen raised 100 and it was called. The turn was a ten of clubs, killing any chance of a flush. After the round was called, a 3 of hearts came as the river. Dallen raised another 100, as the large man threw all of his chips in.

"ALL IN!" he shouted.

"Call," Dallen replied.

The other guy threw down a jack and a king, giving him two pair. Dallen threw down two aces, giving him the win with three of a kind. But just as Dallen reached over for his winnings, one of the fat man's men walked toward the table.

"Liar!" he said, loud enough to hear but not enough for the loud room to notice. "I've been watching..."

As the skinny red haired man put one of his hands on top of the table, Dallen grabbed at his wrist and twisted. Before the man could let out a full squeal, Dallen quickly kicked his legs out from under him and let him topple to the carpeted flooring. He then stomped hard on his face, knocking the man out cold.

"No one calls me a liar," Dallen said, then got up and took his earnings with no problems. He lit up another cigarette as he walked away. He was up on caps, but down on information. Realizing the hour was almost up, he decided not to jump into another game of poker and instead down a few more whiskeys. He walked over to the bar within the Shark Club, sat down, and ordered a drink. Maybe the others found a lead.

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ok nevermind. I'll post right now. As soon as I hit this.

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My post will have to be tomorrow, feel free to keep posting if you like. My only plan is to get a poker post in, just fyi.

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Sin City. The glamor and lights brought a smirk to Dallen's face as they finally got to town. It felt like a place he could get used to, maybe in another time period, perhaps before the bombs fell. He looked over to the ghoul in the group as he lit up a cigarette and cracked his neck again. In a way he envied the ghouls, of how they got to witness the world the way it used to be. The way everyone these days were trying to make it look again, at least in this town.

His focus shifted back toward the loud mouthed raider as she blew kisses toward a group of hookers. He sighed and rubbed at his temple. Great, not only was this girl loudmouthed and batshit crazy, but she was also a chem addict. He could tell by her movements, plus she was just downright truthful about it. Looking over the others, Dallen gave out an optimistic shrug. At least there was only one crazy person in the group.

Then the other guy starting shooting off his recharger pistol. Dallen sighed again, finishing off his cigarette and flicking it off and away. Quickly he checked his magnum again, the pagans were kind enough to refill his chamber. Be it only 6 bullets, it was enough to get started.

"We can do those things and find a lead on the Lazzari's at the same time," Dallen said. "Meet me at the poker tables in an hour, I might have a lead then. Or, don't." Dallen then made his way to the Shark Club to try his luck at some poker, while also hopefully finding out some information.

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I am pretty sure bomb collars are the only way to do this, and we would notice :/

@Andreyich

I assure you there is another way, if you've seen 'man on fire' then you know what i'm talking about. However, we would definitely notice. Anyway, gonna work on my post...right now.

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We probably have bombs attached to us like in suicide squad ha.