Slax looked at Tyre "thats the problem I don't know were the office is so can anyone help me".

Tyre stood up.
"ill be back in two minutes" he said to Jerik.
He walked over to slax, and grabbed his arm. " Hey can anyone tell us where the office is this guy needs a job!" Tyre was just about to repeat this when he saw Pere in the reception of the hotel across the road. He smiled.
Pulling slax's arm so harshly that it nearly popped out of it's socket, he ran across the road holding tight onto the sligs arm.
He rushed upto Pere.
"i'll forgive you if you tell me where the casino office is." said Tyre. "this guy needs a job!"
Pere meekly pointed over to Rus. Tyre sighed, and then ran back into the casino to ask Rus. He came upto him, and beckoned Slax to ask.

After Slax was yanked around by Tyre he walked up to Rus "do you know anything about me gatting a job".

Tyre smiled like the fool he was at Rus.
"oh, er sorry about that." said Tyre.

Alfy, I think that would be godmoddling if you state how bad the injury was and not let the character's owner decide.....Well, that's what I think anyway.

IC: Rus was becoming slighly impatient with the glukkon. When Slax asked him where to get a job, he mumbled "aoutofones." and pointed in there general direction. Did that crazy mud really expect him to give tour guides to all new employees? That was that crazy valet sligs job.

"Thanks" slax said he then walked over to autophone and activated it "um can I have a job he said threw the phone".

OOOC:
It was only for a little usage of adjectives zozo!

IC:
Tyre looked down at Rus, who was obviously getting inpatient with the glukkon he was trying to communicate with. Tyre shrugged. "I didn't know, so i supposed you would."
He went back and sat down beside Jerik. "Deal me up."

I don't believe it would kill me to join, though I cannot post frequently due to work matters. I shall only start off by introducing my characters. I may post tomorrow.

Name: Frank

Gender: Male

Species: Glukkon

Age: 37

Physical Description: He has deep and dark rings just below his eyes, due to the fact that he has been slightly worn out over the years. Both vitreous humour are a murky beige - obviously his natural colour. His skin be a light brown - only slightly lighter than his iris colour (which is a slightly darker colour to his vitreous humour). He wears colours of brown too - a beige suit which is fitted beneath a dark brown cotton overcoat. His trousers almost match his overcoat, being dark brown in colour, though are only slightly lighter.

Equipment: He carries nothing but his wallet (and a revolver concealed beneath his coat). Only for protection reasons of course...

Personality: He can be very nice if you're on the right side of him, but darn, he can be completely merciless if you cross him, or he takes a disliking to you.

Class: Casino customer, though in general, he is a Big Cheese.

Biography: He grew up in the 'big city' with a family who lived in poverty, and was once a victim of crime when he was 20 (another older Glukkon beat him with a vintage revolver and caused severe injuries to Frank, hoping to 'persuade' Frank to hand over his wallet, but found himself killed (intentionally) by Frank, who took the revolver). The trauma of the events of his childhood and the time he was almost killed by the criminal who he killed almost drove him over the edge, but miraculously, he has stayed only very slightly sane. What were these childhood events that almost made him a member of the funny farm? Interact with him to find them out, but he will only tell people he is close friends with (the character's friends, not mine).

Name: Luigi (I was watching one of Agatha Christie's films the other day. I could not resist giving my character that name)

Gender: Male

Species: Glukkon

Age: 32

Physical Description: His vitreous humour are a similar colour to Frank's, though his iris are a murky red. His eyes are the typical Glukkon eye shape, though the right eye is on a slightly odd angle. His skin is of a slightly dark beige, and his ears appear to be 'backwards'. He wears a plain white suit, and dark purple bow-tie, and a dark purple cotton overcoat which matches his bow-tie. His trousers match is overcoat.

Equipment: Nothing but his wallet and a cigar lighter, as he tends to have 'the odd cig' like most Glukkons. He tends to lend his lighter to Frank.

Personality: Luigi is mean. That's the only way to describe him. Not much really he's done to help someone but his own colleagues.

Class: Customer, though in general, he is a wanna-be.

Biography: He was raised on a farm, which most of his family lived on. The farm was completely obliterated by some cowboy Glukkons (not classic cowboys, obviously more modern), and they killed everyone living on the farm apart from Luigi. He was the only survivor. He has a cousin known as Timmy.

Name: Timmy
Gender: Male
Species: Glukkon
Age: 29
Physical Description: His skin is of a very light brown colour, almost beige, and his eyes be as round as his mother's (who is certainly not a character in this or any other RPG). His vitreous humour are the same colour as his cousin Luigi's, but his iris be a bright yellow. He wears the same clothing as Luigi by orders of Frank (apparently, it looks good when Luigi and himself are stood either side behind Frank when they walk through a door. Looks more organized).

Equipment: Wallet and leather notepad (black ball-point pen included). It is used by Frank to add things to the 'to do' list or people to the 'to kill' list.

Personality: He is manipulative, evil, and literally insane. The last time he was kind to anyone, he was twenty. In fact, that was the last time he interacted with anyone he didn't know. Though if he knows someone other than his colleagues (Frank and Luigi), he is horrible to them, or pretends to be nice to them to get something he wants through them (usually money).

Class: Customer, though in general, he is a wanna-be.

Biography: He lived a small town when he was a kid, though he was a victim of many children at school, as they always tormented him in nasty ways. This drove him over the edge in the end up (after fifteen years of it), and he killed everyone that ever bothered him. He heard about what happened on his family's farm, and this caused him some distress which made his mental condition more severe. Fortunately (or unfortunately for some), he found Luigi with sticking up a post office with gangster named Frank, and so joined with them.

Additional information: These three Glukkon are of an alien breed, and have useful arms.

Name: Toby
Gender: Male
Species: Mudokon
I'll not bother giving any more information until I need to later. He's only here to get shot right now.


A message to Patrick Vykkers: Yes, these guys are criminals, but not criminal masterminds. They may be masters of organized crime, but will cause no bother in the casino unless necessary (and of course with your permission).

The train stop outside rattled loudly and dust fragmets twisted into the air, blowing general wear into the air. Three figures stepped out, and Tyre saw them wander down the road. "Come in here" he thought.

OOC: Your chars are fine. I'm looking forward to seeing them interact with Jerik.

IC: Frank stared out of the window whilst thinking. He didn't quite know what these people were like or - Why must he kid himself on like this? He was the one they should be afraid of. He's the 'freak Glukkon' with arms and a gun. Frank suddenly gained confidence in himself, and became as usual. "Luigi - the time." Frank ordered.
"I don't know, I haven't got my watch". Luigi was right next to Frank, Timmy was sat behind them. "Why exactly are we here, Frank?" inquired Timmy.
"We are being paid."
"By whom?" Luigi broke in.
"A client."
"Who's the client?"
"Molluck."
"Molluck? What would he want?"
"For us to kill Ranrs."
"An assassination? What if we got caught?"
"Have we been caught before?"
"No."
"There you go, then. We won't get caught. Lighter."
Luigi passed Frank a cigar and a small steel lighter.
Frank took one of his skinny arms out of his trench coat and took the cigar and lighter in one hand. He put the cigar in his mouth and lit up.
"Excuse me, sir," A voice said to Frank.
"What?" Frank answered, agitated.
"You're not permitted to smoke on the train."
Frank looked up and saw a tall, skinny Mudokon in front of him.
"I'm sorry, sir, but I'm going to have to con-UGH!"
There was a loud bang. Frank had pulled put his gun with his right arm and shot the Mudokon (that was Toby).
"No-one's getting this lighter. It has been in my family for generations. Anyone calls the cops, and they get the same as our little Mudokon friend here. I suggest you get him to a hospital."

Patrick - thank you :)
Also - do not worry - Yaj will not die (unless you really want him to). I am not one to god-mod. In fact, I'm currently not aware of the whereabouts or if he's in your character list. Let me check.

Tyre watched as the train roared away down the track, heading for the next place on it's travels. Tyre hadn't really been anywhere in his travels, but then again, he hadn't really intended to. The cards were red, a dark shade of crimson on the back. Who knows what lies on the front.

OOC: If the following gambling trickery by Jerik is god-modding or demmed unfair, I'll change it. Of course he could get rumbled on his trick if you want, but I don't want him kicked out.
IC:
Jerik glanced up. "Ah, another new arrival." he said to Salve.
"Now we just need a staff member to deal us out and we're set. Unless you want me to do the honours as our mudokon friend suggested." He explained, referring to Tyre. If he got to deal this'd be easier than he'd even imagined. He instructed Slak to light his cigar and took a deep puff on it, breathing the smoke out and briefly clouding the air around the table.
Jerik told Slak to take hold of the deck for him and deal it. He watched as the plan was put into action. Slak clumsily shuffled the cards on purpose, then dropped them right by Jerik's chair. Inwardly, Jerik smirked, outwardly, he was 'irritated'. "You clumsy oaf! I should've had Flak down here and you drop my bags off. Odd knows all you're any good at is dropping things!"
Slak 'apologised' as he scooped up the cards. "Sorry boss." He scooped the real cards up but as he did so, under the pretence of straightening the deck, surruptitiously switched the deck with Jerik's deck- with magnetic ink used to print the card values, which Slak could pick up on on his special mask. He put the specially marked deck on the table, a standard-issue casino design deck other than the ink, so it was identical to the original, standard-issue deck.
Jerik sighed "One of you shuffle it. Don't give it to my moron of a guard, he'll drop 'em again.
'Perfect', he thought 'Provided that cunning Slig who first arrived (OOC:Copper) doesn't spot my switch, I'll know exactly what cards everybody's got. Easy money.'
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OOC: Pat, Slak's taken a while being directed to his room (entirely my fault) so I'll speed it up a bit.
IC:
Flak finally arrived at his Jerik's room- one of the Presidential Suites. He jabbed at Chic to try and get him to leave, and started unpacking Jerik's bag as ordered. His and Slak's shared room was back nearer the entrance, Labor Room 17. He carefully sorted Jerik's clothes, cigars and other accessories out, knowing that Jerik didn't want the staff to see his possessions, then locked the room and headed to his and Slak's room.
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Marty noticed a train arriving. 'ooh good, customers. That gives me something to do ,which means I can get away from here soon. He readied the guide brochures.

Tyre stopped suddenly, and looked across at jerik.
"I saw that." He mouthed to jerik. This was one mudokon who was not easily conned.
Tyre glanced around and saw no-one had seen him. He looked at his cards. They werent actually bad! He looked across at jerik to see his expression in response to Tyre's words. Tyre supposed he wouldn't be that surprised-it was very sharply done, but Trye had eyes like an eagle.

IC:
Jerik refrained from replying, but gave Tyre a subtle look as if to say 'Keep it quiet, and we can both earn out of this.'
His devious mind was whirring away like a steam engine. 'Hmm, that complicate things. Still, provided only he knows...heh. I'll get it down to the 2 of us, secretly offer a split pot, then frame him for the switch and demand I win by default. If that looks like it won't work, I'll pin it on Slak. Very useful having blindly loyal lackees who do the actual dirty deed for you. Heh.'

OOC:
Sorry for the bad news OddJobAbe, If you read my characters original profile on Pg4, You will see that Tyre wants revenge. This is a subtle message which says "I want to kill Raj." This just means you have a little competition.
(and same goes for me Patrick, I will only kill raj if you say i may.)
(also pat, where is Raj normally found? If so, can you also tell me where this room is, and all of the security measures to do with it? PM me this please)

IC:
Tyre looked at Jerik, and placed several moolah on the table.
"Call." He said, looking Jerik in the eye. This would put pressure on him to equal Tyre's call, but either way, if Jerik lost, Tyre would share the money as a scheme, but if Jerik won, everyone would be told about his cheat. Either way Tyre won.

OOC: I leave note i'll be gone for 2 weeks and pandamoneum breaks loose

OOC: Well, Yaj is normally found in his office, which is laser grided to only let through those of a specific genetic pattern (Namely, those Yaj has personally approved), bugged with 30 different mikes and cameras connected to the main security room. The only other way to enter is to be part of the fire department, enter a fingerprint, enter an executive code and then disarm the 3 security guns, which have more power than a Blitz Packer.

OOC:
Okay... er thanks, i will work on my attack, is this okay with you pat?

IC:
Tyre locked gazes with Jerik once more.
Although Jerik knew what cards he had, he didn't know what Tyre was considering doing with them. He had only bet 100 moolah, so it would be an easy call to follow, but it was whether Jerik was prepared to risk a victory for the sake of his usage of the casino. Tyre would tell everyone what he had done with the decks. He would be able to prove it as well if he could get his hands on both of the card piles.
Jerik was obviously pondering what do do. Go with TYre and split the winnings, or go for a win and make Tyre keep his gob shut. The late option though, would be tricky.

OOC:
Extra char for me please?

Name: Pere

Species: Mudokon

Gender: Male

Age: 13 Human years

Class: Worker

Personality: Shy, and unsure of himself. Is also a bit of a glukkon's pet, snitches on anyone for anything.

Equipment: A mop, and some bleach

Weapons: None

Biography: Has worked in the hotel across the road from the casino for as long as he can remember, and has a similar hatred for the glukkons. Maybe he could have the last laugh, and with that other mudokon called Tyre across the road, Maybe he actually could avenge himself... But he had to make friends with Tyre first.

IC:
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After showing another few people to their rooms, Pere sulked off to the staff room and sat down in a heap. He stuffed a few roots in his mouth, but then decided he hungered for sweeter foods, and he headed for the caf'e in the casino, this is where he saw Tyre at a poker table. He ignored him.

IC: Rus guessed that the glukkon had approved of his coins and took them back. 'Morons,' thought Rus. After taking back his coins, he eyed his coins. It was a terrible hand and decided it wouldn't be worth while. "Fold," said Rus, placing the cards face down before him.

Pere steppend forward to a food bench and took a paramite pie. He knew that he had always done his best for the glukkons, but then again, inside he knew that he hated them. They always just spat it back in his face. He ate his food, then headed for the casino.
He approached Tyre's table and smiled.
"i'll join on the next hand." He said smugly, glancing at jerik, then at Tyre.
"aaah, time to show you who's boss again?" said Tyre snappily.

OOC: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spastic Since now plz, maybe only in Scotland or something, I dunno....Sorry for lack of anything, I think I have a messages aversion right now, I dunno.

IC
Vobos sighed and sat down on the bed.
"I'll ust stay here then....And think...." Mike stared at his belly like it was a slog with rabies, and backed away before falling off of the bed. Lulu rolled on the floor, laughing like a dork as he watched Howler squeal and paw at the floor.
"NUUUUUUUE BAAAATH!" He whined as Tangla laughed manically in giggly squeaks, and followed.
"Revenge is mine, mutt!" She cackled.

Pere looked at Tyre.
"look buddy, we can't be pals at all times, but can we at least make up?" Said Pere.
"if you can beat me at cards..." said Tyre maniacly.
Tyre smirked at jerik. Jerik obviously knew what he meant-to deal him all the best cards so that he could win. then he wouldn't have to go on a wild goose chase with this low-lifed wanna be.

With no answer to his question Slax asked again "um can have a job".

IC:
Tyre stood up and walked over to the auto fone that slax was using. He snatched it off him, and roared down the speaker "Give him a job!"
The casino went quiet and everyone glanced at him, including a slig who was currently winning his staring compotition. Then the noise came back and everyone continued.

OOC: Alf's brother's mate, you are godmoddling everyone elses' characters by making them stare at youre character without their agreement. You need some serious help with godmoddling.

OOC: What poker game are we playing? Texas Holdem, 7 card stud, 5 card draw? I'll assume 5 card draw since there's no house cards.
IC:
Jerik glanced at Rus when he folded, then back to Tyre. Flak didn't need to flick a switch on his mask, he'd already activated the magnetic reader on the train. He made a subtle bodily gesture when looking at his own cards, indicating to Jerik what the cards Tyre had were. (OOC: alf's bro's mate, it'd be a good idea if you said. I think we should all say our cards in OOC, that way it's easier for all of us to interact)
Jerik looked at his own cards, two 7's- hearts and spades, a 4 of diamonds, a 6 of clubs, and a jack of diamonds.
"Call 100, raise 100." He said, tossing 2 100 moolah chips to the pot.
"And I'll take 2."
He was taking a gamble in 2 ways- risking blowing his cover if he beat Tyre, and also risking losing a pair. His plan was to trade wins back and forth with Tyre, forcing the other players out but sharing the pot. Then he'd shift the blame of the scam to Flak and duel it out with the mudokon fairly, confident he could win at 1 v 1.
He discarded his 7 of spades and jack of diamonds, aiming for a straight.
First card- 5 of spades. Now he just needed a 3 or 8.
Second card- Queen of Clubs.
Bugger. I shouldn't of let someone else shuffle the deck. I need something solid on the next round of betting.
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OOC: I may have messed up the order of the round's betting/drawing, since I've forgotten how to fully play 5 card draw- ages since I've played it myself. If anything needs correcting, I'll edit it if you tell me.

Tyre glanced down at his own cards.
He had a pair of jack's, spades and clubs, a three of hearts and a two of clubs, as well as a 5 of diamonds.
"Raise 200." He said to Jerik, after drawing another two, after depositing his 3.
Pere nodded, and made himself comfortable in his chair.

OOC:
Sorry if i mixed up 5CD with another game-i'm hopeless!

OOC: zerox+ZoZo were r we now as im a little confused?

No one ansewrd the phone so slax walked over to the poker game to watch.

IC: Shoal watched closely. They dealt themselves. He was only security, so he doubted he'd be dealing, and they were merely playing each other, so he couldn't care less if the dealer was cheating, which he probably was. He shifted slightly, eyeing the players. With such a fraud, some violence might break out.

Brudda flung the hapless Slig into the bath, then grabbed a tap with his jaws and twisted it to turn the shower on.

Salve eyed his own cards. He didn't trust the dealer, though he'd still only have limited control of the cards, without being too obvious. He held the ace of diamonds, jack of hearts, the 3 and 7 of clubs, and the 4 of hearts. Not a bad hand. However, there was still a chance someone else had a king or something, maybe more than one...he discarded the jack, and picked up another card: 6 of spades. He still needed a five, however, it was not worth the risk of discarding more cards. He decided to bide his time for the moment.

Slax looked at shoal "um you don't know were I can get a job do you".

IC: A Slig addressed him on where to get a job. He looked at the Slig "Oh, yeah, out the front there, there's some auto-fones or summat..." Shoal pointed in the direction of where the auto-fones were, before looking back to the poker game.

OOC: Currently there's 2 4 of hearts in play-1 for me, 1 for Zerox. I'll change mine to diamonds if it's easiest. Oh and Zerx, don't you mean he discarded the Ace or Jack? As if he discarded the 7 he'd have 3, 4, 6, J, A so couldn't get a straight unless he drew another 7 as well as a 5.
IC:
Jerik eyed his hand, and kept in mind the signals from Flak as to the others' cards. Flak himsef had the 2 of diamonds, 2 of hearts, 6 of diamonds, King of clubs, and 3 of diamonds.

The newest arrival, Salve, was in a similar predicament to Jerik- 1 off a straight, but nothing apart from that. Tyre had a pair of jacks, the curently best hand. The odds of Jerik drawing a 3 were low- there was one left in the pack.
He sighed, and lay down his cards.
"Fold."
he wouldn't let this ten-a-penny mudokon gambler embarrass him. He was going to up the stakes from now on. Force the mudokon out by large bets. There was no way that wannabe big-shot could out-last him money-wise.
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Flak looked at his cards. He discarded the 6 of diamonds and drew another card. It was the 2 of spades.
Ha. I'm winning. 3've a kind.
He tossed some of his own paltry stake money in, having no idea of the agreement between Jerik and Tyre. "I'ma gonna see ya 200."

Tyre looked at his cards. Two pairs. He was thinking about a full house, but then again none of the other cards had been dropped, apparently. Someone else could have a straight at hand.

Slax looked at the autophones hmmmmm guess I'll try them again he thought slax activated the auto phone "um can I have a job he asked.

OOC: Slig 7665, you need to conduct the autofone service yourself, being that they're autofones. You also need to use the basic template everyone else has used.
Oh yeah, he was gonna get rid of the jack. And I thought I checked to make sure I didn't have any duplicate cards...curses.
*edits*

IC: Doogem flew out the door, and eventually arrived at the poker table and flew up behind salve and tapped him on the back "ow ya started witout me o'well wot ya want ta drink i'll by dis round"