Them's the 8r8ks

Your name is VRISKA SERKET and you're one of the leaders of a NOTORIOUSLY VICIOUS GANG. Your sole purpose in life is to stir up TROUBLE wherever you can. Your codename is MINDFANG and you're pretty well known online and in the GAMBLING SCENE as arachnidsGrip. You think spiders are really, really cool. What will you do?

[gam8lingpro8lem]

====> aaaaaaaall or nothing

Unlocked? Ha.

There weren’t very many people Vriska let into her overly-lavish basement apartment. She was too protective of all the shit she’d plundered off of sucker after sucker, and to be frank, she was greedy about her space. The only two that had a key were the man who’s name was on the rent, a rich and shady doctor that served the underworld and collected her rent personally so long as she kept relatively quiet and kept bringing him clients and her partner in crime-- the wild, white-haired woman she shared her empire of nut-cases with.

Vriska slipped quietly into the parlor, peeking around the corner. Her gaze met Zero’s back, squinting devilishly as she pulled one of her signature cobalt-hued d8 dice from her pocket. Giving it a quick flick, she sent it flying, the tiny blue diamond lightly bouncing off the other female’s shoulder. When the other turned, Vriska would give her a toothy grin and a wave, tossing her wild hair over a shoulder and giving her a harsh bark of laughter.

“It’s always fun to come home to visitors,” she remarked, sagging lazily into the giant sofa she kept in the living space. She’d taken the time to hand-sew intricate spider-web patterns into the cushions, usually when she was trying to lay low. Stretching, she gazed up at her companion with her one good eye.

“Somethin’ up?”

[gam8lingpro8lem]

====> Sweet getaway

The smell of exhaust and burned rubber permeated her trail-- a black-haired female, perched comfortably atop a sleek motorcycle tore ass through the city of Solias, the engine screeching loud enough to echo cleanly off the surrounding buildings in the back alleys. The girl laughed wildly, wickedly, knowing she’d left her pursuers in her dust. Gambling was always tricky business-- she didn’t bother having to cheat, she had aaaaaaaall the luck on her side! Still, her opponents never felt that way-- they’d chased her fervently as she pocketed their money and sped away, but there was no chance of them catching up to the girl. She was just too damn slippery.

Cackling, Vriska power-slid around a corner, knocking over a ton of trash bins and making an obnoxious clatter. Revving once, twice, she made her break for the open road in front of her-- only for some fucking chump to walk across of the alley right in front of her! Screeching to a halt, Vriska and her sleek, black bike skidded sideways to a halt right in front of the idiot that obviously wasn’t paying any damn attention to their surroundings. She really wasn’t that pissed off, but she certainly had a temper. Gee, it’s almost as if she’d been a violent, horned creature in some other life!

“Hey!” she shouted, gesturing wildly at the unsuspecting civilian that had accidentally interrupted her super cool getaway, “How a8out you watch where the fuck you’re goin’, huh?”

[gam8lingpro8lem]

A sloppy panel edit for the AU.