An ALBANIAN BANKER who finances many of the world's TERRORIST organisations. A mathematical GENIUS and chess PRODIGY, he uses the terrorism he funds to MANIPULATE the stock market and make himself a FORTUNE. He has a penchant for GAMBLING and is known to play with his clientele's MONEY.
He suffers from HAEMOLACRIA, which causes him to WEEP BLOOD out of his left eye, and uses a platinum-plated benzedrine inhaler.
|| Status: HIATUS, I will be back. ||
⬫ GENERAL INFO. 一
An indie, multi-fandom open rp askblog with EYES on LE CHIFFRE from the 2006 Bond film “Casino Royale” . This is my personal portrayal and depiction; expect movie spoilers and headcanons. Responses from this blog may be considerably slower than my other roleplay blog, but I will always get back to you. Depiction info below.
MOD IS A MINOR, do not send any sexual NSFW asks.
This blog will contain TRIGGERING CONTENT e.g. movie-typical violence and manipulative speech. EVERYONE is welcome to interact, HEU encouraged. Magic anons are allowed as long as it is NOT too outrageous. I WILL BLOCK as necessary.
⬫ DEPICTION INFO. 一
For the sake of interactability, LE CHIFFRE will be more vocal but not necessarily friendlier. You're always welcome to try chatting.
Follows canon up to the torture scene. LE CHIFFRE survives the EXECUTION and spends months silently recuperating within Montanegro under the care of another criminal organization who have taken an interest in him. Despite the mistakes he has made, they are willing to bet on him, requiring his TALENT to fund their operations. He treads more carefully, though ARROGANCE clings to him like a second skin.
He seeks revenge against QUANTUM now, his name gaining traction once more in the underbelly of the world after having spent months rebuilding what he has lost. He ultimately resurfaces on the EU's MOST WANTED list.
This is my first time portraying an existing character; bear with me.
#﹕his entries. || general IC posts.
#﹕his dialogue. || non-prose rp threads.
#﹕his presence. || prose rp threads.
#﹕the winning hand. || askbox answers.
#﹕the jackal's ego. || LE CHIFFRE images + gifs + aesthetics.
#﹕slumbering jackal. || OOC posts.
LE CHIFFRE may speak in tags. These will be marked by #𓃦﹕text here.
Mod may speak in tags as well. These will be marked by #ooc﹕text here.
If your ask is directed towards the mod please specify, else I will assume it is targeted at Le Chiffre. I go by Cliff, he/him, following back from @cl1ffs. This post will be regularly updated. (12/2/26)
The cracked screen of his phone barely illuminated Aiden’s face outside of the casino. He had read the instructions over, And over again. It seemed no matter how much he did he couldn’t comprehend that this was real. Lately he felt as if he were living someone else’s life, A dream and a nightmare all at once.
He turned the device off, Staring at the black screen for a moment, The crack appearing to split his face in two. He took a deep breath and stepped into the brightly lit casino, Keeping his head of dark curls down.
Aiden had dressed in the nicest clothes he owned, Nothing to write home about, Mostly stuff he had brought from home. A bright red button up with a hideous floral print and a pair of jeans that had seen better days. His shoes were better not thought about, He had put off buying a new pair for half a year now. At least hie hair was nearly combed, The damp curls springing to life as they dried in the night air.
Aiden was proud of himself, His voice didn’t shake when he spoke to the men that escorted him to the poker game. He stayed quiet the entire walk to the elevators, And even to the door of the back room.
His hands were shaking when he entered though. He had to remind himself that this could be his big moment, His Big break. Just one game and he would be rich enough to do whatever he wanted. All his dreams were about to come true.
Silently he took the empty chair at the table. “Aiden.” He said extending his hand to the man, He tried to sound firm but his voice sounded soft even to his own ears. “Thank you for coming all this way.”
LE CHIFFRE had arrived early, an hour beforehand simply to acquaint himself with the casino. He found this whole situation quite amusing really; entering a low-stakes gamble with a young man still wet behind the ears and perhaps eyes still sparkling with delusion.
This casino was just like any other one he frequented over the years. Miserable men at blackjack tables hoping to win against the house, or the wealthy flaunting their riches around poker tables. He fell into the third category; those who always benefit, be it against every other highroller here or the house.
He fiddled with the deck of cards in the private room as he awaited his guest, each of their poker chips laid out in neat, coloured piles before their respective seats. As footsteps approached the door, he checked his watch. 9:01 PM. Good. Atleast the young man had the decency to show up punctually, if only to dig his own grave.
His piercing, heterochromatic gaze flickered up as the doors opened, already picking the man apart. The man's attire left much to be desired, a very sharp contrast to his own immaculate full-black suit and slicked-back hair. The poor sob stood out like a very gaudy sore thumb.
LE CHIFFRE couldn't help the little smirk tugging at his lips as the man took his seat. The young man's uneasiness was as clear as day. He did not reply immediately, simply levelling the man with a condescending gaze before addressing him.
"A pleasure to meet you in-person, Aiden. I must say, our conversation online has been thoroughly amusing."
It was far easier for him to slowly unravel the man's psychological state now, and he intended to savour the hopelessness that would strike the other soon. But for now, pleasantries; though he did not reciprocate the outstretched hand. He sat unmoving, akin to a predator assessing its prey.
"Le Chiffre." He spoke with an air of muted arrogance, keeping away the deck of cards he had been fiddling with in his suit jacket.
"I wonder if you've ever stepped foot in a place like this." He gestured to their surroundings as their dealer for the night entered the room, nodding to the both of them.
Aiden withdrew his hand. Clutching it at his side. The audacity of this man was much more apparent in person. He took a seat, Opposite the man. “Does it matter?” He said, Tone matter of factly. He was annoyed, But doing his best not to show it. If there was one thing he hated, It was powerful men.
Aiden did his best to steady his breathing. He was starting to realize how dangerous this entire thing might be. “Does it matter?” He repeated, Leaning forward a bit crossing his arms. “Who cares if I’ve ever been to a place like this, All that matters is how I leave.” He had to win, It was the only outcome that could happen, Aiden simply could not even conceive of any other possibility.
Aiden had been researching poker since they had started chatting. In his free time between shifts. He knew enough. Had to know enough.
He would do anything to walk out of this place with the prize money. He took a deep breath and willed himself to relax a bit, Doing his best to hide his nervousness with a smile. He stared the other man down, Taking in his outfit, His watch, Everything. It didn’t impress him, Much.
‘Please underestimate me.’ He thought to himself, He would use anything at his disposal to attempt a win, Even Le Chiffre’s own opinion of him.
He looked at the dealer, Ready for the game to begin.
He raised an eyebrow, reclining in his seat as he took in AIDEN's words. The faint smirk turned into a full-blown grin, revealing rows of pearlescent white teeth. So the pretty pup does have fangs, how... cute. Though no matter how hard the other bit, it will be nothing more than a nip at LE CHIFFRE's heels.
"All that matters is how you leave." He echoed back, almost mockingly as he flicked his fingers towards the table. The dealer caught the subtle signal, nodding imperceptibly as he dealt two cards to AIDEN, followed by two cards to LE CHIFFRE. Three community cards are placed face down on the table between them.
"Your bets, gentlemen."
LE CHIFFRE does not touch his cards just yet, instead addressing the other conversationally.
"I recall you wanted a warm-up round." He gestured to the table with a sweeping motion. Let the man think he had a chance at control, at winning. The younger man was certainly not skilled enough to be even be considered an opponent, but that did not mean he would be complacent.
"You will decide the betting sum, though let me guess.. 30 Romanian Leus? I was under the impression you were joking but, looking at it now-", he dragged his gaze up and down, making it a point that he was judging the man's appearance, “-it might just be true.”
Aiden had to to refocus his efforts to keep his breath stable. This guy was a capital A, Asshole. He tried to keep his thoughts on the money. When in reality, He wanted to punch this guy square in the face. It would serve him right.
He took another breath as subtly as he could, Reminding himself how foolish it would be. Besides, He could play his own game, And not with the cards on the table. “What?” He asked, Sounding almost innocent. “Is that not true? Surly you have come out on top in similar situations.”
Subconsciously he touched the pendent he wore beneath his shirt, For luck. Slowly, He slid his cards closer to himself glancing at them and then placing them facedown again. He was being clumsy this round, An attempt at perhaps gaining an upper hand when the game actually mattered, Aiden would do anything to win.
He reached into his pocket, Producing some very wrinkled bills which he gently placed in the center, Large blue eyes never leaving Le Chiffre as he did. “What if I told you I was an honest guy?” And then, Making his eyes seem to inflate. “Maybe I’ll let you take me shopping if I win.” He said quietly as if it the words were meant only for the other. “If you hate my clothes so bad.” Then, Sitting straight again. He was ready.
He gave the other a little knowing smirk, eyes squinting fractionally at the subtle annoyance. Lithe fingers reached out to lift his cards, just enough to peek at his own hand before setting them down. The man's confidence in winning was admirable, futile as it is.
"Honest man?" He chuckled, a rich smooth timbre with a playful undercurrent, mismatched eyes meeting AIDEN's deep blue irises. They seemed to be alight with sparkle, much unlike his own dull piercing gaze. Hm. He was never one for shiny things, but those sapphire eyes shone bright against pale skin and chocolate curls.
"Honesty anywhere else and you'd be safe more often than not." He fished out an equal amount of crisp Romanian Leus from his suit jacket, tossing it to the centre, right atop the other man's bills.
"At the poker table though... Haha." His gaze darted towards the poker chips in hand, thumbing at the little stack. Clack. Clack. The little clicks punctuated every second of drawn out tension between them.
"You're asking to be devoured." His voice dropped, tilting his head ever so slightly, eyes back on AIDEN. If he was aware of the uneasiness within him, he made no comment on it. Instead, his tone shifted completely, back to the easy swagger.
"So, you imply carrying shopping bags for you as an honour? Very funny, Mr. Teague. Very, very funny. Though it would do no good for someone at my table to leave with such... tacky fashion."
The dealer collected the bills from the centre before flipping over the three community cards. LE CHIFFRE's expression settled down into impassivity, eyeing the overturned cards. He does not raise throughout the warm-up round, simply checking by tapping the table twice when prompted. He is currently more interested in scrutinizing the man before him rather than the game at hand.
The other man’s words fell between the two of them nearly as heavy as the silence that he seemed to perpetuate. Maybe Aiden was a bit Naive in these situations but he knew a power move when he spotted one. However the words struck deeper than Le Chiffre has probably intended.
Aiden could feel his gaze becoming far away, If only for a moment. He ran a hand through his dark curls, Quickly grounding himself before his mind could travel down that path. “You have…such a way with words.” He said, Revealing nothing, Or at least as little as he could. He definitely wished the other man had said anything other than ‘devoured’.
Aiden’s eyes focused back onto the other man. The two toned coldness of the other’s eyes gave him an almost animal like appearance. Aiden felt a shiver run down his spine. A feeling he quickly covered with a nearly shy smile as he looked down. Moving his own chips, To give his hands anything else to focus on. “You are a strange man, Tell me it’s a pleasure to meet me and our interactions are amusing.” He of course raised. It was amateurish, But he was playing a long game. “…And then you call me Naive and Tacky.”
His eyes slowly raises back up, Gazing at the other man through thick eyelashes. “With an attitude like that I’d be doing you a favor, Letting you carry my shopping bags”
Amateurish of him to raise, but he would play along, calling the other man's raises with a careless toss of his own money onto the playing table. A sly smirk touched his lips as he watched the array of emotions play out on AIDEN's face, pleased to know his words had the intended effect. Harmless little comments, unless one decided otherwise.
"Naturally. I'm sure you're no stranger to a few well-placed words to get what you want."
The dealer overturned the final card, glancing at the two men and decided against speaking up for now.
LE CHIFFRE remet the other's gaze head-on. Swelling pride twinkled behind those dull, sharp irises despite knowing he should not let it get to his head so quickly. The last time he did... well a bullet embedded itself into his skull much faster than he would have liked. Preferably, he did not want a bullet piercing holes through any part of his body at all.
"They aren't mutually exclusive, dear Aiden. You can be pleasant, naive and tacky all at once." He paused, letting a beat hang between them. ".. And more."
The dealer cleared his throat then.
"Showdown please. Mr. Le Chiffre."
He flipped his cards over, though his attention was not on the current round. What was a few bucks to him afterall? Yet, he could not help the little creasing marring his brow as AIDEN revealed his hand, his cards triumphing over his own. Loss was a bitter, distasteful thing to him; no matter how little he lost.
"Well, doing me a favour, hm?" LE CHIFFRE chuckled as he stared down at their cards, expression lightening almost immediately. He could handle a few little losses if it meant ultimately winning. And he knew. He would win.
“Mr. Teague wins.”
The dealer stacked the bills neatly before handing it to him. 200 Romanian Leus in total. Their little warmup round was over. Now, the real game began. 200,000 dollars to be won, or the other man was going to be 100,000 dollars in debt.
Aiden bit his tongue. The person in front of him was no man, He was more like a beast. Every word that was spoken at him made Aiden feel a little less sure of himself. He didn’t know how much longer he could keep his cool exterior. He kept telling himself it would be over soon.
Dear, now that made his eye twitch. Fake affection hit him perhaps a little deeper than it should. “Don’t call me that, I’m not dear to you.” He said, Leaning forward a bit for the other to hear him more clearly. “Although, I’m guessing you are so casual with the word because you have never held anyone dear.”
He hated himself the second he had spoken. He had let this…prick, Get under his skin. Aiden hated this guy, Loathed him even. “ And while we are at it, Don’t call me: Blue eyes, Darling, Sweetie, Anything. Just call me Aiden.”
He sat back, Throwing his cards on the table. Having lost track of the game he was surprised that he had managed a win. He couldn’t help the sign of relief that escaped his mouth, Nor could he help the genuine smile that spread across his face. His net worth had just doubled. The feeling was unlike anything he had ever felt before.
His eyes snapped from the cards, Back to Le Chiffre. He schooled his face into a neutral expression, Hoping the man had not seem too much. He tried to let the win fill him with reassurance, But his earlier outburst and his current mood had him feeling unstable, Off balance. He forced a smile back across his face.
And then, As if he couldn’t help himself.
“If you keep playing like this, Dear Le Chiffre, I wont need a few well placed words to get what I want.”
“Although, I’m guessing you are so casual with the word because you have never held anyone dear.”
The unexpected words from the man opposite him struck LE CHIFFRE like a physical blow. His fingers stilled on the poker chips, a finality resounding as the chips clicked forcefully against each other. For just the briefest moment, he found himself back in the Casino Royale, quivering on the ground like a pathetic mutt.
"Not a word of protest. You should find a new boyfriend." echoed a familiar voice, mocking words spoken to his now deceased ex. Even now, the events at Montanegro haunted him through the words of others more than he would have liked.
AIDEN's words rang dangerously true, and it rattled him to his core to have it laid out so plainly. Love did not mean anything to him. It was a mere means to an end; and a very effective one at that. Nobody had ever dared to speak such bold words straight to his face. They sliced deep into a carefully guarded part of himself, even if his ego vehemently denied it.
If his gaze prior was cold, they were downright icy now— like the glint of a blade that carved that jagged scar into his eye. Any smidge of playfulness was smothered beneath hollow laughter. LE CHIFFRE shook his head, eyes darting downwards as he lightly pinched his lips between his nails.
"Aiden, was it? I'll keep that in mind. For now." He spoke evenly which betrayed none of his inner turmoil, but his demeanour shifted into something more guarded. Controlled. Calculated. He resumed his fidgeting with the poker chips, but there was a steady rhythm to it now. Clack. Clack. Clack. Like the ticking of time; a countdown to one's demise.
“Indeed. You wouldn't need words at all. Rather, you will find that you have nothing left to say by the end of this match.”
The dealer shuffled the cards as the tense exchange continued between the two men at the table, before flicking two cards to each player.
"For this match, the small blind will begin at $1000. The big blind will be $2000. After thirty minutes of play, the blinds will increase to $2000 and $4000 respectively. The final increase will be for $5000 and $10,000 respectively."
The dealer looked to the man on his left, addressing AIDEN.
"Mr. Teague, you are the small blind."
LE CHIFFRE glanced at his own cards before returning to stare at the other man. It was eerie now. A reminder that he was still very much a wanted man by law enforcement.
|| I probably need to rework this blog's pinned post since it's been awhile and I've finally gotten ideas on what to do post-canon. Formatting hell is upon me I'm afraid. Then… more interactions I suppose. Though I'm leaning far more heavily on Lucas currently than Le Chiffre. ||
|| Switching from innocent teacher to international terrorist goes about as well as one can expect, though I'm not complaining. I just figured it was amusing. ||
The cracked screen of his phone barely illuminated Aiden’s face outside of the casino. He had read the instructions over, And over again. It seemed no matter how much he did he couldn’t comprehend that this was real. Lately he felt as if he were living someone else’s life, A dream and a nightmare all at once.
He turned the device off, Staring at the black screen for a moment, The crack appearing to split his face in two. He took a deep breath and stepped into the brightly lit casino, Keeping his head of dark curls down.
Aiden had dressed in the nicest clothes he owned, Nothing to write home about, Mostly stuff he had brought from home. A bright red button up with a hideous floral print and a pair of jeans that had seen better days. His shoes were better not thought about, He had put off buying a new pair for half a year now. At least hie hair was nearly combed, The damp curls springing to life as they dried in the night air.
Aiden was proud of himself, His voice didn’t shake when he spoke to the men that escorted him to the poker game. He stayed quiet the entire walk to the elevators, And even to the door of the back room.
His hands were shaking when he entered though. He had to remind himself that this could be his big moment, His Big break. Just one game and he would be rich enough to do whatever he wanted. All his dreams were about to come true.
Silently he took the empty chair at the table. “Aiden.” He said extending his hand to the man, He tried to sound firm but his voice sounded soft even to his own ears. “Thank you for coming all this way.”
LE CHIFFRE had arrived early, an hour beforehand simply to acquaint himself with the casino. He found this whole situation quite amusing really; entering a low-stakes gamble with a young man still wet behind the ears and perhaps eyes still sparkling with delusion.
This casino was just like any other one he frequented over the years. Miserable men at blackjack tables hoping to win against the house, or the wealthy flaunting their riches around poker tables. He fell into the third category; those who always benefit, be it against every other highroller here or the house.
He fiddled with the deck of cards in the private room as he awaited his guest, each of their poker chips laid out in neat, coloured piles before their respective seats. As footsteps approached the door, he checked his watch. 9:01 PM. Good. Atleast the young man had the decency to show up punctually, if only to dig his own grave.
His piercing, heterochromatic gaze flickered up as the doors opened, already picking the man apart. The man's attire left much to be desired, a very sharp contrast to his own immaculate full-black suit and slicked-back hair. The poor sob stood out like a very gaudy sore thumb.
LE CHIFFRE couldn't help the little smirk tugging at his lips as the man took his seat. The young man's uneasiness was as clear as day. He did not reply immediately, simply levelling the man with a condescending gaze before addressing him.
"A pleasure to meet you in-person, Aiden. I must say, our conversation online has been thoroughly amusing."
It was far easier for him to slowly unravel the man's psychological state now, and he intended to savour the hopelessness that would strike the other soon. But for now, pleasantries; though he did not reciprocate the outstretched hand. He sat unmoving, akin to a predator assessing its prey.
"Le Chiffre." He spoke with an air of muted arrogance, keeping away the deck of cards he had been fiddling with in his suit jacket.
"I wonder if you've ever stepped foot in a place like this." He gestured to their surroundings as their dealer for the night entered the room, nodding to the both of them.
Aiden withdrew his hand. Clutching it at his side. The audacity of this man was much more apparent in person. He took a seat, Opposite the man. “Does it matter?” He said, Tone matter of factly. He was annoyed, But doing his best not to show it. If there was one thing he hated, It was powerful men.
Aiden did his best to steady his breathing. He was starting to realize how dangerous this entire thing might be. “Does it matter?” He repeated, Leaning forward a bit crossing his arms. “Who cares if I’ve ever been to a place like this, All that matters is how I leave.” He had to win, It was the only outcome that could happen, Aiden simply could not even conceive of any other possibility.
Aiden had been researching poker since they had started chatting. In his free time between shifts. He knew enough. Had to know enough.
He would do anything to walk out of this place with the prize money. He took a deep breath and willed himself to relax a bit, Doing his best to hide his nervousness with a smile. He stared the other man down, Taking in his outfit, His watch, Everything. It didn’t impress him, Much.
‘Please underestimate me.’ He thought to himself, He would use anything at his disposal to attempt a win, Even Le Chiffre’s own opinion of him.
He looked at the dealer, Ready for the game to begin.
He raised an eyebrow, reclining in his seat as he took in AIDEN's words. The faint smirk turned into a full-blown grin, revealing rows of pearlescent white teeth. So the pretty pup does have fangs, how... cute. Though no matter how hard the other bit, it will be nothing more than a nip at LE CHIFFRE's heels.
"All that matters is how you leave." He echoed back, almost mockingly as he flicked his fingers towards the table. The dealer caught the subtle signal, nodding imperceptibly as he dealt two cards to AIDEN, followed by two cards to LE CHIFFRE. Three community cards are placed face down on the table between them.
"Your bets, gentlemen."
LE CHIFFRE does not touch his cards just yet, instead addressing the other conversationally.
"I recall you wanted a warm-up round." He gestured to the table with a sweeping motion. Let the man think he had a chance at control, at winning. The younger man was certainly not skilled enough to be even be considered an opponent, but that did not mean he would be complacent.
"You will decide the betting sum, though let me guess.. 30 Romanian Leus? I was under the impression you were joking but, looking at it now-", he dragged his gaze up and down, making it a point that he was judging the man's appearance, “-it might just be true.”
Aiden had to to refocus his efforts to keep his breath stable. This guy was a capital A, Asshole. He tried to keep his thoughts on the money. When in reality, He wanted to punch this guy square in the face. It would serve him right.
He took another breath as subtly as he could, Reminding himself how foolish it would be. Besides, He could play his own game, And not with the cards on the table. “What?” He asked, Sounding almost innocent. “Is that not true? Surly you have come out on top in similar situations.”
Subconsciously he touched the pendent he wore beneath his shirt, For luck. Slowly, He slid his cards closer to himself glancing at them and then placing them facedown again. He was being clumsy this round, An attempt at perhaps gaining an upper hand when the game actually mattered, Aiden would do anything to win.
He reached into his pocket, Producing some very wrinkled bills which he gently placed in the center, Large blue eyes never leaving Le Chiffre as he did. “What if I told you I was an honest guy?” And then, Making his eyes seem to inflate. “Maybe I’ll let you take me shopping if I win.” He said quietly as if it the words were meant only for the other. “If you hate my clothes so bad.” Then, Sitting straight again. He was ready.
He gave the other a little knowing smirk, eyes squinting fractionally at the subtle annoyance. Lithe fingers reached out to lift his cards, just enough to peek at his own hand before setting them down. The man's confidence in winning was admirable, futile as it is.
"Honest man?" He chuckled, a rich smooth timbre with a playful undercurrent, mismatched eyes meeting AIDEN's deep blue irises. They seemed to be alight with sparkle, much unlike his own dull piercing gaze. Hm. He was never one for shiny things, but those sapphire eyes shone bright against pale skin and chocolate curls.
"Honesty anywhere else and you'd be safe more often than not." He fished out an equal amount of crisp Romanian Leus from his suit jacket, tossing it to the centre, right atop the other man's bills.
"At the poker table though... Haha." His gaze darted towards the poker chips in hand, thumbing at the little stack. Clack. Clack. The little clicks punctuated every second of drawn out tension between them.
"You're asking to be devoured." His voice dropped, tilting his head ever so slightly, eyes back on AIDEN. If he was aware of the uneasiness within him, he made no comment on it. Instead, his tone shifted completely, back to the easy swagger.
"So, you imply carrying shopping bags for you as an honour? Very funny, Mr. Teague. Very, very funny. Though it would do no good for someone at my table to leave with such... tacky fashion."
The dealer collected the bills from the centre before flipping over the three community cards. LE CHIFFRE's expression settled down into impassivity, eyeing the overturned cards. He does not raise throughout the warm-up round, simply checking by tapping the table twice when prompted. He is currently more interested in scrutinizing the man before him rather than the game at hand.
The other man’s words fell between the two of them nearly as heavy as the silence that he seemed to perpetuate. Maybe Aiden was a bit Naive in these situations but he knew a power move when he spotted one. However the words struck deeper than Le Chiffre has probably intended.
Aiden could feel his gaze becoming far away, If only for a moment. He ran a hand through his dark curls, Quickly grounding himself before his mind could travel down that path. “You have…such a way with words.” He said, Revealing nothing, Or at least as little as he could. He definitely wished the other man had said anything other than ‘devoured’.
Aiden’s eyes focused back onto the other man. The two toned coldness of the other’s eyes gave him an almost animal like appearance. Aiden felt a shiver run down his spine. A feeling he quickly covered with a nearly shy smile as he looked down. Moving his own chips, To give his hands anything else to focus on. “You are a strange man, Tell me it’s a pleasure to meet me and our interactions are amusing.” He of course raised. It was amateurish, But he was playing a long game. “…And then you call me Naive and Tacky.”
His eyes slowly raises back up, Gazing at the other man through thick eyelashes. “With an attitude like that I’d be doing you a favor, Letting you carry my shopping bags”
Amateurish of him to raise, but he would play along, calling the other man's raises with a careless toss of his own money onto the playing table. A sly smirk touched his lips as he watched the array of emotions play out on AIDEN's face, pleased to know his words had the intended effect. Harmless little comments, unless one decided otherwise.
"Naturally. I'm sure you're no stranger to a few well-placed words to get what you want."
The dealer overturned the final card, glancing at the two men and decided against speaking up for now.
LE CHIFFRE remet the other's gaze head-on. Swelling pride twinkled behind those dull, sharp irises despite knowing he should not let it get to his head so quickly. The last time he did... well a bullet embedded itself into his skull much faster than he would have liked. Preferably, he did not want a bullet piercing holes through any part of his body at all.
"They aren't mutually exclusive, dear Aiden. You can be pleasant, naive and tacky all at once." He paused, letting a beat hang between them. ".. And more."
The dealer cleared his throat then.
"Showdown please. Mr. Le Chiffre."
He flipped his cards over, though his attention was not on the current round. What was a few bucks to him afterall? Yet, he could not help the little creasing marring his brow as AIDEN revealed his hand, his cards triumphing over his own. Loss was a bitter, distasteful thing to him; no matter how little he lost.
"Well, doing me a favour, hm?" LE CHIFFRE chuckled as he stared down at their cards, expression lightening almost immediately. He could handle a few little losses if it meant ultimately winning. And he knew. He would win.
“Mr. Teague wins.”
The dealer stacked the bills neatly before handing it to him. 200 Romanian Leus in total. Their little warmup round was over. Now, the real game began. 200,000 dollars to be won, or the other man was going to be 100,000 dollars in debt.
The cracked screen of his phone barely illuminated Aiden’s face outside of the casino. He had read the instructions over, And over again. It seemed no matter how much he did he couldn’t comprehend that this was real. Lately he felt as if he were living someone else’s life, A dream and a nightmare all at once.
He turned the device off, Staring at the black screen for a moment, The crack appearing to split his face in two. He took a deep breath and stepped into the brightly lit casino, Keeping his head of dark curls down.
Aiden had dressed in the nicest clothes he owned, Nothing to write home about, Mostly stuff he had brought from home. A bright red button up with a hideous floral print and a pair of jeans that had seen better days. His shoes were better not thought about, He had put off buying a new pair for half a year now. At least hie hair was nearly combed, The damp curls springing to life as they dried in the night air.
Aiden was proud of himself, His voice didn’t shake when he spoke to the men that escorted him to the poker game. He stayed quiet the entire walk to the elevators, And even to the door of the back room.
His hands were shaking when he entered though. He had to remind himself that this could be his big moment, His Big break. Just one game and he would be rich enough to do whatever he wanted. All his dreams were about to come true.
Silently he took the empty chair at the table. “Aiden.” He said extending his hand to the man, He tried to sound firm but his voice sounded soft even to his own ears. “Thank you for coming all this way.”
LE CHIFFRE had arrived early, an hour beforehand simply to acquaint himself with the casino. He found this whole situation quite amusing really; entering a low-stakes gamble with a young man still wet behind the ears and perhaps eyes still sparkling with delusion.
This casino was just like any other one he frequented over the years. Miserable men at blackjack tables hoping to win against the house, or the wealthy flaunting their riches around poker tables. He fell into the third category; those who always benefit, be it against every other highroller here or the house.
He fiddled with the deck of cards in the private room as he awaited his guest, each of their poker chips laid out in neat, coloured piles before their respective seats. As footsteps approached the door, he checked his watch. 9:01 PM. Good. Atleast the young man had the decency to show up punctually, if only to dig his own grave.
His piercing, heterochromatic gaze flickered up as the doors opened, already picking the man apart. The man's attire left much to be desired, a very sharp contrast to his own immaculate full-black suit and slicked-back hair. The poor sob stood out like a very gaudy sore thumb.
LE CHIFFRE couldn't help the little smirk tugging at his lips as the man took his seat. The young man's uneasiness was as clear as day. He did not reply immediately, simply levelling the man with a condescending gaze before addressing him.
"A pleasure to meet you in-person, Aiden. I must say, our conversation online has been thoroughly amusing."
It was far easier for him to slowly unravel the man's psychological state now, and he intended to savour the hopelessness that would strike the other soon. But for now, pleasantries; though he did not reciprocate the outstretched hand. He sat unmoving, akin to a predator assessing its prey.
"Le Chiffre." He spoke with an air of muted arrogance, keeping away the deck of cards he had been fiddling with in his suit jacket.
"I wonder if you've ever stepped foot in a place like this." He gestured to their surroundings as their dealer for the night entered the room, nodding to the both of them.
Aiden withdrew his hand. Clutching it at his side. The audacity of this man was much more apparent in person. He took a seat, Opposite the man. “Does it matter?” He said, Tone matter of factly. He was annoyed, But doing his best not to show it. If there was one thing he hated, It was powerful men.
Aiden did his best to steady his breathing. He was starting to realize how dangerous this entire thing might be. “Does it matter?” He repeated, Leaning forward a bit crossing his arms. “Who cares if I’ve ever been to a place like this, All that matters is how I leave.” He had to win, It was the only outcome that could happen, Aiden simply could not even conceive of any other possibility.
Aiden had been researching poker since they had started chatting. In his free time between shifts. He knew enough. Had to know enough.
He would do anything to walk out of this place with the prize money. He took a deep breath and willed himself to relax a bit, Doing his best to hide his nervousness with a smile. He stared the other man down, Taking in his outfit, His watch, Everything. It didn’t impress him, Much.
‘Please underestimate me.’ He thought to himself, He would use anything at his disposal to attempt a win, Even Le Chiffre’s own opinion of him.
He looked at the dealer, Ready for the game to begin.
He raised an eyebrow, reclining in his seat as he took in AIDEN's words. The faint smirk turned into a full-blown grin, revealing rows of pearlescent white teeth. So the pretty pup does have fangs, how... cute. Though no matter how hard the other bit, it will be nothing more than a nip at LE CHIFFRE's heels.
"All that matters is how you leave." He echoed back, almost mockingly as he flicked his fingers towards the table. The dealer caught the subtle signal, nodding imperceptibly as he dealt two cards to AIDEN, followed by two cards to LE CHIFFRE. Three community cards are placed face down on the table between them.
"Your bets, gentlemen."
LE CHIFFRE does not touch his cards just yet, instead addressing the other conversationally.
"I recall you wanted a warm-up round." He gestured to the table with a sweeping motion. Let the man think he had a chance at control, at winning. The younger man was certainly not skilled enough to be even be considered an opponent, but that did not mean he would be complacent.
"You will decide the betting sum, though let me guess.. 30 Romanian Leus? I was under the impression you were joking but, looking at it now-", he dragged his gaze up and down, making it a point that he was judging the man's appearance, “-it might just be true.”
Aiden had to to refocus his efforts to keep his breath stable. This guy was a capital A, Asshole. He tried to keep his thoughts on the money. When in reality, He wanted to punch this guy square in the face. It would serve him right.
He took another breath as subtly as he could, Reminding himself how foolish it would be. Besides, He could play his own game, And not with the cards on the table. “What?” He asked, Sounding almost innocent. “Is that not true? Surly you have come out on top in similar situations.”
Subconsciously he touched the pendent he wore beneath his shirt, For luck. Slowly, He slid his cards closer to himself glancing at them and then placing them facedown again. He was being clumsy this round, An attempt at perhaps gaining an upper hand when the game actually mattered, Aiden would do anything to win.
He reached into his pocket, Producing some very wrinkled bills which he gently placed in the center, Large blue eyes never leaving Le Chiffre as he did. “What if I told you I was an honest guy?” And then, Making his eyes seem to inflate. “Maybe I’ll let you take me shopping if I win.” He said quietly as if it the words were meant only for the other. “If you hate my clothes so bad.” Then, Sitting straight again. He was ready.
He gave the other a little knowing smirk, eyes squinting fractionally at the subtle annoyance. Lithe fingers reached out to lift his cards, just enough to peek at his own hand before setting them down. The man's confidence in winning was admirable, futile as it is.
"Honest man?" He chuckled, a rich smooth timbre with a playful undercurrent, mismatched eyes meeting AIDEN's deep blue irises. They seemed to be alight with sparkle, much unlike his own dull piercing gaze. Hm. He was never one for shiny things, but those sapphire eyes shone bright against pale skin and chocolate curls.
"Honesty anywhere else and you'd be safe more often than not." He fished out an equal amount of crisp Romanian Leus from his suit jacket, tossing it to the centre, right atop the other man's bills.
"At the poker table though... Haha." His gaze darted towards the poker chips in hand, thumbing at the little stack. Clack. Clack. The little clicks punctuated every second of drawn out tension between them.
"You're asking to be devoured." His voice dropped, tilting his head ever so slightly, eyes back on AIDEN. If he was aware of the uneasiness within him, he made no comment on it. Instead, his tone shifted completely, back to the easy swagger.
"So, you imply carrying shopping bags for you as an honour? Very funny, Mr. Teague. Very, very funny. Though it would do no good for someone at my table to leave with such... tacky fashion."
The dealer collected the bills from the centre before flipping over the three community cards. LE CHIFFRE's expression settled down into impassivity, eyeing the overturned cards. He does not raise throughout the warm-up round, simply checking by tapping the table twice when prompted. He is currently more interested in scrutinizing the man before him rather than the game at hand.
I'm grateful to everyone who has roleplayed with me over these few months. I was admittedly very nervous when I started roleplaying within the HEU rp space as I had a horrible first experience on Discord, but I was interested nevertheless and was fortunate enough to meet some delightful people who inspired me to be here.
You have all been very kind, and I thank you for that.
The cracked screen of his phone barely illuminated Aiden’s face outside of the casino. He had read the instructions over, And over again. It seemed no matter how much he did he couldn’t comprehend that this was real. Lately he felt as if he were living someone else’s life, A dream and a nightmare all at once.
He turned the device off, Staring at the black screen for a moment, The crack appearing to split his face in two. He took a deep breath and stepped into the brightly lit casino, Keeping his head of dark curls down.
Aiden had dressed in the nicest clothes he owned, Nothing to write home about, Mostly stuff he had brought from home. A bright red button up with a hideous floral print and a pair of jeans that had seen better days. His shoes were better not thought about, He had put off buying a new pair for half a year now. At least hie hair was nearly combed, The damp curls springing to life as they dried in the night air.
Aiden was proud of himself, His voice didn’t shake when he spoke to the men that escorted him to the poker game. He stayed quiet the entire walk to the elevators, And even to the door of the back room.
His hands were shaking when he entered though. He had to remind himself that this could be his big moment, His Big break. Just one game and he would be rich enough to do whatever he wanted. All his dreams were about to come true.
Silently he took the empty chair at the table. “Aiden.” He said extending his hand to the man, He tried to sound firm but his voice sounded soft even to his own ears. “Thank you for coming all this way.”
LE CHIFFRE had arrived early, an hour beforehand simply to acquaint himself with the casino. He found this whole situation quite amusing really; entering a low-stakes gamble with a young man still wet behind the ears and perhaps eyes still sparkling with delusion.
This casino was just like any other one he frequented over the years. Miserable men at blackjack tables hoping to win against the house, or the wealthy flaunting their riches around poker tables. He fell into the third category; those who always benefit, be it against every other highroller here or the house.
He fiddled with the deck of cards in the private room as he awaited his guest, each of their poker chips laid out in neat, coloured piles before their respective seats. As footsteps approached the door, he checked his watch. 9:01 PM. Good. Atleast the young man had the decency to show up punctually, if only to dig his own grave.
His piercing, heterochromatic gaze flickered up as the doors opened, already picking the man apart. The man's attire left much to be desired, a very sharp contrast to his own immaculate full-black suit and slicked-back hair. The poor sob stood out like a very gaudy sore thumb.
LE CHIFFRE couldn't help the little smirk tugging at his lips as the man took his seat. The young man's uneasiness was as clear as day. He did not reply immediately, simply levelling the man with a condescending gaze before addressing him.
"A pleasure to meet you in-person, Aiden. I must say, our conversation online has been thoroughly amusing."
It was far easier for him to slowly unravel the man's psychological state now, and he intended to savour the hopelessness that would strike the other soon. But for now, pleasantries; though he did not reciprocate the outstretched hand. He sat unmoving, akin to a predator assessing its prey.
"Le Chiffre." He spoke with an air of muted arrogance, keeping away the deck of cards he had been fiddling with in his suit jacket.
"I wonder if you've ever stepped foot in a place like this." He gestured to their surroundings as their dealer for the night entered the room, nodding to the both of them.
Aiden withdrew his hand. Clutching it at his side. The audacity of this man was much more apparent in person. He took a seat, Opposite the man. “Does it matter?” He said, Tone matter of factly. He was annoyed, But doing his best not to show it. If there was one thing he hated, It was powerful men.
Aiden did his best to steady his breathing. He was starting to realize how dangerous this entire thing might be. “Does it matter?” He repeated, Leaning forward a bit crossing his arms. “Who cares if I’ve ever been to a place like this, All that matters is how I leave.” He had to win, It was the only outcome that could happen, Aiden simply could not even conceive of any other possibility.
Aiden had been researching poker since they had started chatting. In his free time between shifts. He knew enough. Had to know enough.
He would do anything to walk out of this place with the prize money. He took a deep breath and willed himself to relax a bit, Doing his best to hide his nervousness with a smile. He stared the other man down, Taking in his outfit, His watch, Everything. It didn’t impress him, Much.
‘Please underestimate me.’ He thought to himself, He would use anything at his disposal to attempt a win, Even Le Chiffre’s own opinion of him.
He looked at the dealer, Ready for the game to begin.
He raised an eyebrow, reclining in his seat as he took in AIDEN's words. The faint smirk turned into a full-blown grin, revealing rows of pearlescent white teeth. So the pretty pup does have fangs, how... cute. Though no matter how hard the other bit, it will be nothing more than a nip at LE CHIFFRE's heels.
"All that matters is how you leave." He echoed back, almost mockingly as he flicked his fingers towards the table. The dealer caught the subtle signal, nodding imperceptibly as he dealt two cards to AIDEN, followed by two cards to LE CHIFFRE. Three community cards are placed face down on the table between them.
"Your bets, gentlemen."
LE CHIFFRE does not touch his cards just yet, instead addressing the other conversationally.
"I recall you wanted a warm-up round." He gestured to the table with a sweeping motion. Let the man think he had a chance at control, at winning. The younger man was certainly not skilled enough to be even be considered an opponent, but that did not mean he would be complacent.
"You will decide the betting sum, though let me guess.. 30 Romanian Leus? I was under the impression you were joking but, looking at it now-", he dragged his gaze up and down, making it a point that he was judging the man's appearance, “-it might just be true.”
The cracked screen of his phone barely illuminated Aiden’s face outside of the casino. He had read the instructions over, And over again. It seemed no matter how much he did he couldn’t comprehend that this was real. Lately he felt as if he were living someone else’s life, A dream and a nightmare all at once.
He turned the device off, Staring at the black screen for a moment, The crack appearing to split his face in two. He took a deep breath and stepped into the brightly lit casino, Keeping his head of dark curls down.
Aiden had dressed in the nicest clothes he owned, Nothing to write home about, Mostly stuff he had brought from home. A bright red button up with a hideous floral print and a pair of jeans that had seen better days. His shoes were better not thought about, He had put off buying a new pair for half a year now. At least hie hair was nearly combed, The damp curls springing to life as they dried in the night air.
Aiden was proud of himself, His voice didn’t shake when he spoke to the men that escorted him to the poker game. He stayed quiet the entire walk to the elevators, And even to the door of the back room.
His hands were shaking when he entered though. He had to remind himself that this could be his big moment, His Big break. Just one game and he would be rich enough to do whatever he wanted. All his dreams were about to come true.
Silently he took the empty chair at the table. “Aiden.” He said extending his hand to the man, He tried to sound firm but his voice sounded soft even to his own ears. “Thank you for coming all this way.”
LE CHIFFRE had arrived early, an hour beforehand simply to acquaint himself with the casino. He found this whole situation quite amusing really; entering a low-stakes gamble with a young man still wet behind the ears and perhaps eyes still sparkling with delusion.
This casino was just like any other one he frequented over the years. Miserable men at blackjack tables hoping to win against the house, or the wealthy flaunting their riches around poker tables. He fell into the third category; those who always benefit, be it against every other highroller here or the house.
He fiddled with the deck of cards in the private room as he awaited his guest, each of their poker chips laid out in neat, coloured piles before their respective seats. As footsteps approached the door, he checked his watch. 9:01 PM. Good. Atleast the young man had the decency to show up punctually, if only to dig his own grave.
His piercing, heterochromatic gaze flickered up as the doors opened, already picking the man apart. The man's attire left much to be desired, a very sharp contrast to his own immaculate full-black suit and slicked-back hair. The poor sob stood out like a very gaudy sore thumb.
LE CHIFFRE couldn't help the little smirk tugging at his lips as the man took his seat. The young man's uneasiness was as clear as day. He did not reply immediately, simply levelling the man with a condescending gaze before addressing him.
"A pleasure to meet you in-person, Aiden. I must say, our conversation online has been thoroughly amusing."
It was far easier for him to slowly unravel the man's psychological state now, and he intended to savour the hopelessness that would strike the other soon. But for now, pleasantries; though he did not reciprocate the outstretched hand. He sat unmoving, akin to a predator assessing its prey.
"Le Chiffre." He spoke with an air of muted arrogance, keeping away the deck of cards he had been fiddling with in his suit jacket.
"I wonder if you've ever stepped foot in a place like this." He gestured to their surroundings as their dealer for the night entered the room, nodding to the both of them.
You just may have to refresh my memory, I don’t think I’ve played since high school but I was really good. Won like, 30 bucks or something.
@aidens-arts
You're very brave to propose a game of poker with at best, a faint inkling of the rules. Alright. Let's play a couple rounds, though I'm not sure if you could afford the buy-in. How much... are you willing to bet?
Beginner's luck? Hm, I think you will find yourself sorely disappointed to know that luck may lose you all your money. I almost feel sorry for gambling against you.
Wow, You are really cocky. You might not win you know. Although I am starting to really doubt this situation now. Um…I really only have what little money I have, My art supplies, and the clothes off my back. Not much else.
Could I wager a favor? I could owe you anything you want of your choice. If I lose that is.
If I win I want enough money to live comfortably for a while.
A favour? I have more than enough favours I could call in from men and women far more influential than you. One more wouldn't hurt, but what good is a favour from a man struggling to make ends meet?
Everything you could offer up would only suffice as spare change to me. I'm feeling... generous, so I will lend you the money for the buy-in, if only for my own entertainment.
If you win, I will give you the money; as much as you ask for in addition to the pot. If you lose, you will be in debt to me. For as long as you are in debt, you will do anything I ask.
You make a lot of very good and convincing points. I can’t help but feel however, That I’m being backed into a corner a bit.
I think you know that the offer you are making sounds too good to be true but I don’t exactly have the choice of declining such a generous offer. Not really. Winning that would solve all my problems and I wouldn’t have to rely on anyone else ever again.
You just may have to refresh my memory, I don’t think I’ve played since high school but I was really good. Won like, 30 bucks or something.
@aidens-arts
You're very brave to propose a game of poker with at best, a faint inkling of the rules. Alright. Let's play a couple rounds, though I'm not sure if you could afford the buy-in. How much... are you willing to bet?
Beginner's luck? Hm, I think you will find yourself sorely disappointed to know that luck may lose you all your money. I almost feel sorry for gambling against you.
Wow, You are really cocky. You might not win you know. Although I am starting to really doubt this situation now. Um…I really only have what little money I have, My art supplies, and the clothes off my back. Not much else.
Could I wager a favor? I could owe you anything you want of your choice. If I lose that is.
If I win I want enough money to live comfortably for a while.
A favour? I have more than enough favours I could call in from men and women far more influential than you. One more wouldn't hurt, but what good is a favour from a man struggling to make ends meet?
Everything you could offer up would only suffice as spare change to me. I'm feeling... generous, so I will lend you the money for the buy-in, if only for my own entertainment.
If you win, I will give you the money; as much as you ask for in addition to the pot. If you lose, you will be in debt to me. For as long as you are in debt, you will do anything I ask.
You make a lot of very good and convincing points. I can’t help but feel however, That I’m being backed into a corner a bit.
I think you know that the offer you are making sounds too good to be true but I don’t exactly have the choice of declining such a generous offer. Not really. Winning that would solve all my problems and I wouldn’t have to rely on anyone else ever again.
You just may have to refresh my memory, I don’t think I’ve played since high school but I was really good. Won like, 30 bucks or something.
@aidens-arts
You're very brave to propose a game of poker with at best, a faint inkling of the rules. Alright. Let's play a couple rounds, though I'm not sure if you could afford the buy-in. How much... are you willing to bet?
Beginner's luck? Hm, I think you will find yourself sorely disappointed to know that luck may lose you all your money. I almost feel sorry for gambling against you.
Wow, You are really cocky. You might not win you know. Although I am starting to really doubt this situation now. Um…I really only have what little money I have, My art supplies, and the clothes off my back. Not much else.
Could I wager a favor? I could owe you anything you want of your choice. If I lose that is.
If I win I want enough money to live comfortably for a while.
A favour? I have more than enough favours I could call in from men and women far more influential than you. One more wouldn't hurt, but what good is a favour from a man struggling to make ends meet?
Everything you could offer up would only suffice as spare change to me. I'm feeling... generous, so I will lend you the money for the buy-in, if only for my own entertainment.
If you win, I will give you the money; as much as you ask for in addition to the pot. If you lose, you will be in debt to me. For as long as you are in debt, you will do anything I ask.
You just may have to refresh my memory, I don’t think I’ve played since high school but I was really good. Won like, 30 bucks or something.
@aidens-arts
You're very brave to propose a game of poker with at best, a faint inkling of the rules. Alright. Let's play a couple rounds, though I'm not sure if you could afford the buy-in. How much... are you willing to bet?
Beginner's luck? Hm, I think you will find yourself sorely disappointed to know that luck may lose you all your money. I almost feel sorry for gambling against you.
You just may have to refresh my memory, I don’t think I’ve played since high school but I was really good. Won like, 30 bucks or something.
@aidens-arts
You're very brave to propose a game of poker with at best, a faint inkling of the rules. Alright. Let's play a couple rounds, though I'm not sure if you could afford the buy-in. How much... are you willing to bet?
A drink to soothe the nerves, gentlemen. It would do nobody well to be agitated. Haste makes waste, as one may say.
I leave you with this, enforcers of the law.
