Post by Logan Faulkner on Nov 29, 2012 0:51:07 GMT -5
Dear sweet sun goddesses.
Was it possible for one to steal an entire island? Because Logan was hankering to steal an entire island.
His sandals clacked against the solid gold flooring of the casino as he continued his sightseeing of the auric piece of architectural masterpiece. The seaborne casino hummed with life, its vibrancy present with every step he took.
If only gambling weren't for idiots.
This was a place where life began and died, just like the neon lights flashing all around its inhabitants. Some people came to get rich, and most would leave with empty pockets. Gambling was such a terrible waste of one's money, after all.
But as a banker, the flow of currency throughout the air was as sweet as the smell of a warm cup of cider. It was all so grand in its design to exploit the stupid.
Speaking of which...
Logan had seemed to have lost his whereabouts of his more explosive half. She was too young to be gambling, anyway. Did the bright lights distract her?
He shook his head, walking to a table where several had gathered to play cards. Poker, or something of the like. It mattered not, as Logan filled an empty seat regardless, watching them play away their life savings.
A look of mild disgust was painted across his face.
A fist collided with the back of Logan's head. Full force. No restraint. This would no doubt alert him to the fact that Terry had finally located him once again, for who else would have the audacity to hit him in such a way aside from herself. Well, no one who knew of his abilities at the very least. His devil fruit powers were quite... scary. And this was a truth for any Devil Fruit user. But if one could imagine their body being littered with paper cuts, and the pain involved with that, then their fear of Logan would be completely justified.
"You DUMBASS! I told you I had to go to the bathroom! You were supposed to wait outside of the door for me like a PROPER GENTLEMAN!" Terry huffed. She brought both of her fists back down to her side, her chest bouncing up and down in tandem with her heavy breathing.
The enraged girl who was... quite small for her age, had attracted a lot of attention from the gamblers at the table. But by now she hardly cared about such attention. Did it even matter?
Post by Logan Faulkner on Nov 29, 2012 10:22:29 GMT -5
Oh, there she was.
A rocketing pain exploded at the back of Logan's scalp, jerking his head forward with the force of Terry's punch. His only response, as usual, was to catch his hat before it would fly out of reach. It had hurt, god did it hurt, but it was Terry after all.
Her adorable anger was always worth it.
Logan firmly placed his hat back atop his head.
"I missed you too, Terry."
His attention fell back onto the gamblers, who had then started to peel their attention away from the tantrum-prone girl and aim towards their game. He knew little of this game, but as far as he was seeing, it was rather intersting.
"I'm learning how to play poker, of course."
He turned back to Terry with a sly smile, patting his thigh playfully.
Terry would take a moment to observe the table, where many people were gathered around it and playing poker. She'd never really played before, nor had she ever really cared to. And what she'd cared for even less was gambling her own money and risking losing it in such a way. But perhaps this was because ultimately, Terry had never really cared for money in the first place. No, she cared about pillaging and her reputation. That was much more important.
A few seconds, and Terry's attention would return to Logan once more. He pat on his lap, granting her with an open invitation to seating on his lap.
Post by euridice schweetz on Nov 30, 2012 0:44:46 GMT -5
Euridice loved nothing more than spending money. She did not, however, enjoy throwing it all away on silly gambles. She would prefer to go on a huge shopping spree instead! Throwing away your money that way was easy, and it wasn't anything like gambling. In gambling, the chances of getting rich were very low while the chances of being penniless was extremely high. Euridice really didn't understand how people could just gamble away what money they had on the hopes that they might get rich! How ridiculous!
The only good thing about being here were the guys. So many hotties running around she could barely keep track of them all. Not far away from Logan and Terry, Euridice was flirting away with one of the poor young guys with dreams of riches and glory. Euridice was in hunting mode. Her body leaned across the table and she pushed her chest out in the guy's direction, as if to seem fully engaged in the conversation. Her eyes were focused on her pray. Her finger played with a strand of her hair and she smiled a small, charming smile.
"Euridice... I love that name. It's beautiful." Just like you, doll.
"Thanks, Frank," she winked. "You're not too bad yourself."
What kind of a name was Frank?
"This place sure is packed, eh?"
"I know, right? It's sooo hot and stuffy, too!"
Actually, it was pretty nice and cool.
"Haha, yeah. Listen, do you wanna get out of here? Find some place too... cool off?"
That was fast.
"Sure, yeah, let's go!"
It was too easy. The guy held his arm out and Euridice wrapped hers around it and he lead her away. They passed Logan and Terry, and she gave them a look that said: SCORE!
Post by Logan Faulkner on Nov 30, 2012 1:12:25 GMT -5
Logan chuckled quietly after Terry refused his coy invitation. She really was getting good at reading the man. Toying with her was starting to become more of a challenge than a game.
The man would simply watch the game unfold, whether or not Terry would join him in his activity. Gambling was for idiots, but there was something to this poker game that was changing his mind.
It was about luck, but the players had at least some control over how things will turn out. A person could make or break a good hand through how they sell their demeanor. They could bluff their way to winning the chips, despite having the worst cards in the deck.
An interesting game.
Were it not for the motioning she was making towards the two, and Logan most likely would have ignored the third member of their crew passing by.
And hello stiff she was clamoring over.
Now, on any other day, Logan wouldn't have hesitated to break that up in an instant. No fraternizing with strangers, and no getting some if the rest of the crew has gone bone dry.
But this place was practically leaking fortune from every sullied golden tile that these economic sheep have stepped upon. He trusted his crew (to an extent), and would allow this ambiguous situation to occur.
She'd better get something out of him.
But hopefully not literally.
Logan would eye Euridice as she walked past, though he would direct his words towards Terry.
"Look at her go. See what a sharp tongue can do for a girl? If only yours wasn't explosive."
"Explosive tongue?! What's that supposed to mean?!" Terry screamed.
Yeah, he was obviously making fun of her Devil Fruit ability and her own personal nature, but she had had enough of his games already and her captain's childish nature. At this point it wasn't quite funny to her anymore. She'd pay little attention to Euridice, who at this point was achieving nothing other than sickening the younger blond beyond her wits. Yep, the girl was trying to hook up with random strangers. There was no other excuse, as very soon the entire crew would be leaving this godforsaken place.
Terry held her attention on the perverted captain, inhaling deeply while gathering her saliva. She'd then spit a wad of saliva on his ace. And a moment later.
"I swear... the only thing anyone on this crew thinks about is sex."
Post by Logan Faulkner on Dec 4, 2012 1:17:45 GMT -5
The man's face had been singed, his hair frazzled even more so than usual, though he would have managed to keep a hand atop his hat to keep it from blowing away. It hurt, no doubt, but so did most of Terry's gifts to the man. He had learned to take them with a grain of salt, willingly ignorant of the pure malice she delivered with each physical assault upon him.
It was just her way of displaying emotions.
So sex was all the crew through about was sex? Logan smiled coyly, rubbing the prominent patch of stubble on his chin.
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
And with that, he would stand from his seat, moving away from the scene as his coat flowed after him. He was hankering for something to wet his whistle, and the burning sensation from the girl's earlier explosion wasn't helping to quench him.
"I'll be at the bar if you need me."
He hesitated as a thought struck him.
"You're only eighteen, aren't you Terry?"
Logan cocked his head slightly, one of his eyes aiming to meet her own.