» Fancy. [a] Game. [of] Cards? -- One on One//Male Needed

[MorbidIce]

Genre// Fantasy

Setting// Tavern, American West, 1820's.

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The vast and dark cloak of night fell soundlessly upon the town, smothering any natural light that may of occured during the day. The moon's florescent rays were the only source of light, the bright moon overtaken by dark clouds. It seemed coinsidential that the shadows only started creeping around corners at that particular moment, sneaking into alleys and buildings alike. All and any means of keeping out predators of any kind were in place, locks having been clicked into position earlier when husbands came home to their families for the night or store owners retired to their dreary home life.

As the day ended for some, it began for others; especially patrons and employees of Chambre. Bar wenches took the orders of semi-drunken men while the tenders slung mugs of ale over a well oiled counter; and in the corner, the real entertainment was taking place. Candles lit up the table, illuminating glasses of beer and whiskey all around, cards lain upon the rickity surface. Cards were up, covering the player's faces- There were four in all, one in each corner, faces set in stone as they tried to keep emotions from conveying on their faces.

The dealer was cleaning house this night.

The dealer seemed to be a young boy in his teens, cards brought close to his face, leather hat pulled down and over his eyes. Fringe of red hair stuck out and over 'his' forehead, emerald green gaze taking in the cards before him. Freckles blended into tanned skin in the dim light, the flickering candles sending shadows to dance over the antique wood of the table.

Little did everyone know that the 'darned bairn that was taken all their money' was no more than a simple female dressed up in breeches. Sinner's smile played on her lips as she layed her cards down, proclaiming her win; gaining a pile of treasured belongings from the men involved. Cards were thrown in her direction, men getting up and stumbling off to get another tankard- Cards being picked up and shuffled in slim, shapely hands. Fools, she thought to herself.

Who would play next and lose? She was on a role this night, ready to take whatever was put forward.

 

[Shimp]

Morbid, that was way too much information for me to take in on the first thread, but I am a Male card player with tom boy attitude Females all around.

 

[Shimp]

And thay pic is delicious..

 

[MorbidIce]

ooc// Eep, I'm sorry! I'm use to being able to describe a character before I play it. But, you can give it a shot at replying if you like?

 

[Logan2]

Jonathan "Jontom" Thomas threw his cards to the kid and took another nip from his whiskey. This boy was good, better then most and he simply was out of practice.

He had traveled all the way from Santa Fe only to find out that the gus whom he was hunting had died falling down stairs while beeing drunk beyond reason. He couldn't bring him back to Santa Fe and he wasn't worth anything dead. So it was back to looking for a job.

A game of poker had sounded great especially against some green kid whos features suggested that he had been pampered all his life, but it didn't work out that well. Jontom counted his money and knew that he either was winning soon or he had to cut his loses and look for a real job.

He waited for the other guys to return with their beer while he still nursed his first whiskey. One whiskey was much cheaper then all the bear the otheres where consuming and you didn't have to go for a piss after every game.

Once again he stared at the boy, trying to figure out how such a nice little kid could be such a card shark.

 

[MorbidIce]

Oh yes, such a nice kid- Under the guise of a boy; how did he become a card shark? Easy as pie; magic was the answer to all of her- that is, all of his problems.

Having won another pot, a decidedly chesire smirk worked it's way across her lips, the female watching this other. "Care for another round?" She had made her voice raspy, like she had a cold so that she couldn't be questioned for her feminine-like voice.

Hell, if people really wanted to speculate, perhaps they could think that this 'boy' swung for the other side of the team.

 

[Logan2]

Jontom counted his money for one last time and then looked back at the boy.

"Sure, one more game shouldn't be a problem."

He looked around to see if the others guys would be returning as well.

If he lost this game he nearly was broke but that was the case anyway and if he wouldn't get a job soon he would have to resort so some other way of "earning" money.

 

[Logan2]

Apparently the other guys had enought of this boy but Jontom would try at least one other game.

"So, how about just we two have one more game, Kid?"