#godschobhstart

[debts-and-nightmares]

Starter || Magic is real... It's at Snake Eyes!

Where: Snake Eyes Casino | When: Night | Whom: Open to all

Godscobh wasn't a very big city. But from within these walls, you would never have known. Snake Eyes Casino is bustling with life 24/7. Between the smoke and flashing lights, the droves of beautiful young waitresses attending your every need with a smile and the live jazz band playing endlessly, you couldn't tell the time of day. In Snake Eyes Casino, you were living the dream. A shiny, drunken and uninhibited dream world that promised you everything you could ever desire. Funny how quickly a bottle of champagne and a couple of free credits could make any mild issue simply go away! A fantastic magic trick that never seemed to fade in effectiveness. And if the problem persists... There was a team ready to turn your life into a living nightmare.

Cigarette in hand, Damien "Boogeyman" Sanderson stands proudly on the second floor balcony overlooking the main game room. His eyes scanning his domain, looking out for any signs of scammers and other wiseguys who dared believe they could outplay him. And like clockwork, a duo catches his eye across the room. Big mistake.

With a swift gesture, he calls over one of his lackeys and whispers something into his ear. The man nods once and reaches for his radio.

"Table 28. Good night."

And with that, the unsuspecting men get escorted out of the premises. They shout in protest, resisting the large security guards in vain. Coincidentally, a flock of handsome waiters just so happened to approach a nearby booth celebrating a bachelorette party. Greeted with sparklers, flutes of champagne and cheers, the women screech in excitement! Suddenly, no one seems to care what happened to those guys. In fact, no one even remembers them. Poof! Magic. Damien chuckles. Although this scene graces his stage regularly, he never gets tired of the despair on their faces as they realize they never had the upper hand. He takes a long drag of his cigarette as he continues his observations. That's when he notices... them. What are they doing here tonight? Mr. Sanderson pauses pensively then abruptly puts out his cigarette. Eyes locked on his prey, he moves onto the game floor. He slithers through the blissfully unaware crowd with ease before stopping behind his visitor. He clears his throat to catch their attention. "Look who we have here..." he settles next to them by the bar. "What brings you to my door on this fine night?" He playfully leans onto his closed fist, batting his eyelashes. "I don't suppose you've decided to visit just to have a go at the slots, have you?"

[nev4rlnd]

footsteps echo against the pavement, her gaze locked on a small notebook in her hands. she scribbled furiously, muttering to herself as she worked out the details of her latest invention. the chatter of passing citizens faded into the background as she walked, her focus unwavering. unfortunately, her determination to solve her problem blinded her to the world around her, and before she could react, she collided with someone with a sickening crunch. tinsley gasped, stumbling backward and nearly dropping her notebook. she blinked up at the person she’d bumped into, her cheeks flushing pink. ❝ oh — ! sorry, that was my fault. ❞

[arleythumper]

"What? No! Of course I'm not afraid of the dark. I'm offering to walk you home so you feel safe." Arley puffed out his chest, raising his brows in playful cockiness. "Come on, I'm going this way anyway, it'll only be weird now if you make me walk behind you." Unable to stand even a moments awkward silence, he continued his tirade. "Look, just this once, I'll even carry your things. Do we have a deal?"

[faithinthemoon]

Starter | Peculiar Interests

Where: Olympian gardens | When: mid-day | Whom: open to all

Today is a day off for Emanuel. He seldom gets the chance to stop and rest. For the occasion, the young manager chose to go to one of his favourite places, Olympian Gardens. At a slow pace, he makes his way to a bench. In truth, he would be tempted to claim it was "his" bench. After all, he never saw anyone else sit there and coming to this spot has become a bit of a ritual during his few days of rest.

A tranquil and quiet stroll. Always stopping to smell the fresh air when it hit the various flowers of the garden. Taking in every bit of nature he can as if uncertain he'd get the chance to do so any time soon. Once he'd sufficiently reconnected with the elements, he proceeds to his final destination: the bench! A quiet groan escapes him as he sits down. Tired wasn't enough to describe the pains in his body from standing long hours at the Ambrosia. The weight of keeping the establishment open was definitely starting to take a toll but Emanuel never once considered leaving. In fact, he almost felt guilty to be away from his post. Surely a bit of administration was left to be done. What of the day old pastries? Would his worker remember to give them away? Did-- "Never mind all that, Emanuel!" he thinks to himself. He takes a deep inhale to recenter himself. In actuality, Emanuel had come with a purpose beyond relaxation this time. He had brought a book... a dream dictionary! Which he opens almost impatiently moments after settling down. The young manager begins reading with intent, deeply focused. Last night he had a weird dream and he's keen on deciphering.

A wheat field. A golden sunset. A child running away from him. Always out of reach. The child disappears into the foliage only to emerge as a flock of doves...

Just as he begins to find keywords and definitions, he hears the sound of gravel cracking under the weight of someone approaching. Emanuel moves to close the book half way, almost instinctively hiding it from prying eyes. He's aware of the oddity of his... peculiar interest in dreams. Being mute, he has very few options in ways to explain away his odd choice of literature. Should they have noticed the book, he can only hope the other is open minded enough not to mock him. Then again, it's not like it would have been the first time. With a brother like his...

Emanuel looks up, squinting slightly as the sun rays light up his face. He smiles awkwardly and nods in acknowledgement, waiting for his judgment. A quiet moment passes... Suddenly, it hits him. Perhaps they wanted to sit there as well and he had selfishly taken up all the space available! He hurriedly shifts aside, leaving a space available by his side. With an inviting gesture and a reassuring nod, he indicates to the stranger that he's free to join him.

[blvewdnsdys]

"excuse me- have you seen a young man with a giant saint bernard that is walking him instead of the other way around?" wendy asked the person coming in her direction.

the young woman was dressed down- still put together for a respectable, summer fit- compared to her usual work clothes that she was often found in. with all the festivities going on, michael had gotten the idea that nana deserved to partake in them too. which wendy agreed was a wonderful idea, but michael had always been a bit more easily distracted than say her or john.

there was a reason michael walked her the least...

"no worries if you haven't," she raised her hands in slight apology.

[cxrmine]

carmine doesn't have much of a social life- or a life in general- which suits her just fine if you asked her. the amount of things to worry about is slim. she's very aware of all the people in her life that she can call friends. she only really has a handful of hobbies she enjoys which is enough to keep her life pleasant.

overall, her life is boring and she could not ask for more. truly.

that did not stop her from atleast trying to be a decent person when she could.

"excuse me," she called out, reaching down to pick up a dropped wallet. "you dropped this."

[@ openstarter]