Rigged Games

Scottie | 28

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opheliamatthews:

Ophelia was having a good day. No, not good, great. She’d managed to save at least one animal life — a cat hit by a car, thank the lord they came to her quick enough. On top of that, her dog sitter had told her that Gus Gus was doing just fine adjusting to him new home, so much so she doubted he needed to be looked after at all.

It was for that reason that she felt no reason to ignore the smartly dressed man approaching her, a grin settling on her face as she greeted him, “Hello! Of course, do you need directions? Because I’ll tell you now, I’ve just moved here and I’ve been relying on Google maps the entire time, but I think I could help.”

“No no, nothing of the sort,” he said, his lips pulling into a charming smile. Winnie, my girl, we shall feast like royalty.. There wasn’t even a shroud of doubt in him. “I was wondering if you would like to donate in helping get clean water to Africa. Any amount will help. Even just one cent can go a long way.” He was surely going to hell.

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Charity scams were always a favorite. Not only did he bring a lot of money in but...actually that was it. The money was good, and that meant food, and new clothes. Dressed in his best Sunday clothes, Scottie hit the streets. Now the trick was, look for the most gullible person. The ones who trust too much, and get see the good in person, yatta yatta. 

He walked around for an hour before spotting a perfect victim. “Excuse me, madame. My I trouble you for a moment?”

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theakarlsson:

Thea feigned a smile. “Well, you’re not a magician, and you’re putting money on this. Therefore, it’s highly likely you have a way that would guarantee you winning the money. Why else would you want to show me a card trick?” She asked, crossing her arms. “Please stop trying to read into this. It’s not that hard for someone to put these things together.”

“You’ll be surprised to know then that people are not as...bright as you.” For once he was honest, seeing no need to carry on pretending. It was easier to attempt defeat than defend his honour. “You are right though, I am no magician. I’d say I am more of an illusionist.”

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rosita-flores:

Her hands fell from her temples, somewhat reassured that she had some sort of chance now. “Okay, deal.”  Rosita opened her hand, waiting for him to pass her the deck. She knew how to shuffle cards, she wasn’t an idiot. She’d played enough strip poker in her time to be comfortable with it.

Hook, line and sinker. Winnie should be happy to know he was coming home with some extra cash. Nodding, Scottie handed off the deck. “There you go darling, shuffle them well.”

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xanthippe-griggs-marshawn:

“I just meant that I’m obvously going to lose, but if wanna be a showman about it, fine. “What am I supposed to do? Pick a card?” 

“Such a lack of confidence from someone such as yourself, but yes, pick a card.” Scottie  spread the cards in his hands.”Don’t let me see it, and tell me when you got it memorized.”

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theakarlsson:

“Ah, so you’re just a conman?” Thea asked, ignoring his offer for her to shuffle the cards. He wouldn’t continue to push her if he didn’t have something planned. Now she was glad she said no, she could only imagine Rhys’ reaction to her coming home having lost money to a conman 

“Conman? Now that’s an accusation.” Mocking a surprise looked, Scottie’s lips pulled into a smirk. “Where is such a thing coming from, I wonder? Some trust issues, darling? Afraid everyone is out to get you? Or perhaps it’s you out to get people?”

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rosalieyork:

She appreciated the fact he’d cut the bullshit; it was much more interesting when people revealed their true selves to one and other. In that spirit, she dropped the American accent, falling comfortably back into her Russian roots when she replied, “Almost being the key word, no? Though, I will admit, I’m intrigued enough to want to see your little show.”

A Russian. Now this was interesting. Not for the fact that she was a Russian, but that she felt she needed to hide it. One could say it peaked his interest. “Ah, it would seem we are both far from home. One has to wonder why the deception.” He, by no means, being invasive. Sure, the man was curious, but he wasn’t going to pry. At least not in the normal sense. He’ll find out with time, it all took time and patience, and he was a very patient man. “Almost,” he confirmed. “I’ll show you the trick, but instead of money, let’s up the stakes. Secret for secret, whoever wins gets to ask. Honestly.”

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rosalieyork:

She couldn’t hold back the scoff that escaped her lips, eyes rolling at the man’s words. “How many people does that work on?”

“More than I can count.” he admitted. “I’ll be honest, I’m now more curious as to if this game would work on you. Almost enough to do it for free.”

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winonaduval:

She hummed.. “It’s that foreign charm, you’ve got it.” It was always nice to reap what Scottie sowed; his methods were much cleaner than hers. She usually ended up with blood on her hands or on the run from some cop that somebody had snitched to. Still, she handled things.

His words caused a grin to break out on Winona’s face, a hand moving to her heart or, well, where she thought her heart was. She was never good at all that science stuff. “God, I feel like that girl from that movie, the one where she’s a prostitute? And then gets all rich? Pretty Woman! That’s the one. God, thanks for the help,” she moved to her bag as she spoke, pulling out the purse that sat within it. 

Randomly, she pulled out one of her IDs, so used to being carded thanks to her baby face. Slipping it into her back pocket, she dropped the purse back into her bag and turned towards him. “I’m ready when you are, Pornstache.”

“Probably the accent too. American’s seem to have a weird fixation on it.” Something he used to his advantaged. His foreign accent in a place like this drew attention, attention he needed to draw people in. 

Pretty Woman? To say he didn’t know what she was referring too was an understand. The best he got was that it was a movie and a prostitute got rich. “I haven’t the slightest idea what you are talking about, but you are welcome none the less,” he said waiting by the door.

“Always ready, shortstack,” he teased, opening the door. “Now, I don’t know about you but I’m feeling of gettin’ myself some nice things. Shirts, shoes, maybe a tailored suit. What you thinking?”

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theakarlsson:

Although she hated the idea of losing, Thea considered picking a card. Harmless fun, sure. Besides, it wasn’t technically her money she would be losing. “I can’t.” She sighed, giving him a sincere smile. It wasn’t her money, and acting irresponsibly would play on her conscience for the rest of the week. “Besides, I’m sure you’re a master at this. You’re obviously going to pull out the card I’d have picked.”

“I’m no magician, such things are beyond me.” Slight of hand and reading people, now that was a different story. “Would you trust me more, if you shuffled the deck? Or perhaps I should do it on someone else that this is just a game of luck?” If it took him losing to another to gain something great in the end, he’ll do it. This would work better if he had brought Winnie with him.

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xanthippe-griggs-marshawn:

“Fine. Or I could just hand you my money?” 

“Where’s the fun in that? I like to earn my money. Plus, I’m no charity case, if I wanted your money for free I would have just nicked it from you.” Scottie hide the irritation in his voice. He had nothing against the woman, but he wasn’t overly fond of people giving him money for free. He might be a con-artist, but he rather scam money off people than be giving it. “Are we going to play cards or are you too afraid?”

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rosita-flores:

Rosita’s hands flew to her temples as she groaned, rubbing them. “I don’t know,” she whined, eyes flying over the cards. Trust her to be roped into something like this. “Fine, one more. But after this I’m done.”

“Here, this time you can shuffle the cards.” He should feel terrible. Shit, he should feel down right guilty. Yet, he didn’t and rather he slept like a baby at night. It was her own damn fault, anyways. Why should he feel bad? 

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rosalieyork:

“I don’t deal with petty scams,” Rosalie remarked, smiling sweetly at the man. No, she preferred her risks and rewards to be significant. “I’m a high stakes girl. What am I losing here except money?”

“This is no scam. Here,” he offered her the deck. “I’ll even let you shuffle. That way, there is no way I can cheat.”

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theakarlsson:

Thea furrowed her brow, watching the man in front of her shuffle some cards. “Why do I feel that this is how people get gambling addictions?”

“Probably because people like the thrill and the feeling of adrenaline in their systems. Trust me though, this is all harmless fun.” A lie. This was how he made money. Scottie spread the cards out to the woman. “Pick one, my dear, but don’t show it to me.” 

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winonaduval:

Winona stuck her tongue out at him, used to it by now. Her eyebrows raised at the sound of steak. Who were they, Oprah? “Well, aren’t we lucky enough to have such good friends. You’ve been making a lot of those, lately,” she teased, fully aware that of how he got the money he brought home to her. Hey, scamming was in their blood. At least that’s what she told anybody that dared to complain about it. You can’t fight genetics. 

“Steak it is, then. Do I have to get dressed all fancy like? Because I don’t think I can…” She stood, looking down at her three day old jeans and a t-shirt that was probably Scottie’s to begin with, eyes returning to him exasperated at her own wardrobe. 

“What can I say? People like me.” Or at least they did until they realized that they have been scammed or robbed by him, but that was their own damn fault. One would think someone with money would be a bit more cautious on how they spend it.

“Well, I’m sure our friend wouldn’t mind too much if we bought some clothes on the way.” He didn’t doubt that there should be some guilt in maxing out someone’s credit card, but there was none. This was life, and he saw it as teaching a valuable lesson. “How about it? Shopping spree then dinner?”

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“A’ight,” Scottie started, shuffling the deck of cards in his hands. “If I don’t find your card, you keep the bet. If I do, I keep it. Do we have a deal?”

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winonaduval:

She scoffed, “You’re a better person for knowing it, trust me. I am a beacon of wisdom.” Often, she forgot he was the older of the two. Until he reminded her of responsible adult things, like nourishment and personal hygiene. “I’m easy, you know me. I could murder a pizza right now, to be honest. All cheesy and ugh,” she went off into a moan, throwing her head back slightly as she imagined biting down on a slice. 

“A beacon of worthless information, I never wanted to know about,” he mocked. “Pizza? I was kinda hoping you would suggest something more high end. Steak dinner at the fancy down the block.” Five-star restaurants were usually out of the question, at least for him, as they weren’t exactly rolling in money at the moment. Yet, that didn’t mean their lack of funds stopped them from enjoying high priced things, they just had to be creative. “Money isn’t a problem, as a friend was generous enough to give me his card.” And by that he meant he stole it.