hunting_tiger
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This thread is closed for me and Las. Who knows what will happen later when the story gets on its way.
OOC:
Eric Steward was a 6 feet tall, blue eyed guy with short blond hair. He spent his days sitting behind his desk at the local bank but had managed to stay fit at the age of 36 thanks to his interest for karate. Some of his customers at the bank hesitated a bit when they heard that he was training karate but Eric had found out that it gave him the best workout a man could get. The training also worked as meditation for him, he always managed to stay calm as a cucumber even when the times were ruff. He knew it was joss and nothing else when something went wrong.
IC: This was something Eric had wanted to do for a long time but it wasn't until now that he had the time and money to fulfil his dream. He had always enjoyed to play a game of black jack or to try his luck at the roulette. He wasn't a real addict but he sometimes lost a few bucks more than he could afford when he got tipsy.
He had checked in at his hotel for a long weekend in Las Vegas during the afternoon. He was more than happy with his suite, it had everything he wished for, a bedroom with a huge bed, a bathroom with a jacuzzi and a living room with a couch and a couple of chairs. Their were fresh flowers on every table, a small fridge and a bar with all the drinks you needed. The furniture was chosen with style, maybe with the exception of the bed who looked like you could tie an elephant to it. The first reaction from Eric when he saw it had been a laughter but he soon saw the opportunities that it opened.
He had taken a nap during the afternoon to be prepared for a long night. This was Vegas and Eric had decided to enjoy every minute of it even if it ment staying awake till the morning.
He undressed, picked up the robe marked Ceasars Palace and went to the shower. He looked into the mirror, grinned to himself and said
"Watch out Vegas, give me 30 minutes and i will come and get you"
OOC:
Eric Steward was a 6 feet tall, blue eyed guy with short blond hair. He spent his days sitting behind his desk at the local bank but had managed to stay fit at the age of 36 thanks to his interest for karate. Some of his customers at the bank hesitated a bit when they heard that he was training karate but Eric had found out that it gave him the best workout a man could get. The training also worked as meditation for him, he always managed to stay calm as a cucumber even when the times were ruff. He knew it was joss and nothing else when something went wrong.
IC: This was something Eric had wanted to do for a long time but it wasn't until now that he had the time and money to fulfil his dream. He had always enjoyed to play a game of black jack or to try his luck at the roulette. He wasn't a real addict but he sometimes lost a few bucks more than he could afford when he got tipsy.
He had checked in at his hotel for a long weekend in Las Vegas during the afternoon. He was more than happy with his suite, it had everything he wished for, a bedroom with a huge bed, a bathroom with a jacuzzi and a living room with a couch and a couple of chairs. Their were fresh flowers on every table, a small fridge and a bar with all the drinks you needed. The furniture was chosen with style, maybe with the exception of the bed who looked like you could tie an elephant to it. The first reaction from Eric when he saw it had been a laughter but he soon saw the opportunities that it opened.
He had taken a nap during the afternoon to be prepared for a long night. This was Vegas and Eric had decided to enjoy every minute of it even if it ment staying awake till the morning.
He undressed, picked up the robe marked Ceasars Palace and went to the shower. He looked into the mirror, grinned to himself and said
"Watch out Vegas, give me 30 minutes and i will come and get you"