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Central City - Approximately 2 PM.

1st of January, 2020.

Emily Brown





Leaning against the wall, Emily watched what unfolded up ahead. The buzzing liveliness on the small plaza that she was nearby had brought some people to a small 'stand' if you were so nice to call the large carton box the equivalent of a stand. A man of somewhat Persian origin stood behind it with three black plates. He kept showing three round plates, each as dark as obsidian. One of the plates had a white marker on one side, which almost already explained the basic but cunning game.

"So, are you going to do it?"
The rough voice of the man next to Emily rang, accompanied by the aroma of a cigarette.
Emily didn't respond, her gaze locked on the unfortunate young woman that was lured into playing the odd game of the 'stand'. A shame, Emily mused to herself, that the woman had lost the mere moment she had agreed to play and pay.
The Persian man started to explain the game, with the additional promise that if she would win, she would earn double of what she had placed in a bet. A sweet promise that seemed irresistible from annoying assholes that thought they knew and could do all, to innocent fathers that wanted to show their family that they could do it.

"Maybe, depends on the pay," Emily replied to the man. She shot a glance at her side. "I am not fond of doing anything that could get me attention. From either gangs or the feds."
A scoff was given at first but Emily's attention was back at the 'stand'.
It seemed that the Persian was shuffling the black plates at a rapid pace - but yet a pace that most people could follow. When the Persian started to lay the plates, Emily's lips curled into a smile.
The trick was to make the victim believe the white-dotted plate was where they wanted it. But it was all a trick, a sleight of hand that made the white dotted one be placed a position later.
And much to Emily's expectations, the young woman would point out to where she imagined the white dot was laid out. Only for the Persian to offer a disarming smile, revealing that she was wrong.

"Are you even listening?"
The annoyance that emitted from the man's voice was obvious. It provoked Emily to throw once more a look at the man. He was much around the same age as her, roughly between his twenties and thirties. The rugged look that he had adopted would likely make many stay away from picking a fight or argument with him but Emily knew the man better. Thomas was nothing but a big bluffer, that would start running the mere second he figured that he couldn't talk his way out.
"Barely. Okay, okay," Emily would turn half towards Thomas, an apologizing smile accompanied by the simple gesture of Emily's hands raised up slightly. "I am all ears now, hit me with it."

"I would love to do that," Thomas grumbled before he would start over again. "Anyhow, the target is some box. It is likely some fun stuff that could be better sold by Nick's fellows, you know." Thomas started to explain.
Emily frowned as she started to become more serious. So far there wasn't anything odd about it. It was about to get her hands on what was likely a package of drugs and then bring it to Thomas, who would sell it to another 'acquaintance'. A business that had some risks to upset a couple of people but bring up a nice amount of cash.
"You think that you got that? I didn't make a promise with Nick but this could make us be settled for a good bit," Thomas finished with.

There were two things that didn't sit well with Emily. First, it was the fact that the target item was in a warehouse with likely not a lot of security. It seemed a bit too easy, for a package of 'fun stuff'. Usually, that was moved fast or had quite some more trouble to it.
Then there was also something to the whole matter of the amount of dosh she would get. It seemed nearly twice as high than usual.
Thomas spoke up as if he could smell her worries. "This might let you get something nice, you know. Maybe even move to a nicer spot than you are tarrying now."
Emily slowly nodded, though she hadn't voiced her agreement yet. There were some thoughts moving through her mind at high speed, trying to figure out if this was a nasty setup or a golden deal.

"Fine. I can get it."
The response of Emily caused a smile to dawn on Thomas's lips. "Great. You know where and when to drop it?"
"Yeah, of course. Same place, same time."
Thomas would get up from his sit and pat Emily's shoulder.
"Good, talk to you later."
"Mhm, later."

Not moving from her spot, Emily's gaze moved back to the Persian and his 'stand'. Crossing her arms out front of her arms, the doubts kept gnawing at her. Refusing to let Emily think about what she should get for lunch or even have for dinner. Squeezing her own arm for a moment Emily desired to kick a fuss - to distract herself.
Pushing her back from the wall Emily would start to close in on the 'stand'.
There was a young man that had decided to place a bet and participate in the crooked game. But instead of losing, he seemed to win - much to the amazement of others. What seemed genuine was nothing but a show.
These 'operations' were rarely done by a single person. A small group usually worked closely together. A spotter or two was stationed on strategic positions, with earplugs connected to their phone - able to alert each other rapidly in case of spotting cops or other problems.
Then there were the few people who seemed to lose or win - making the 'stand' look fun and drawing the attention of others. After all, humans seemed to be drawn to certain matters. And winning or risking money seemed to draw a lot of people.

"Hello lady, you willing to play?" The question by the Persian went along with a certain confidence, a tone that radiated his trust in thinking that he could reel in another victim.
Deciding to act a bit innocent, Emily showed a wry smile. "|Sure, I suppose so. How does this work?"
There was a glint becoming visible in the man's eyes, seeming innocent but yet having something ominous about it. It reminded Emily of the neighbour's cat, whenever it thought it could get away with something.
The Persian explained the game and even allowed Emily to play a test run, which she won - much to the joy of the Persian and other present people.
"Now, lady, we play seriously!"

The Persian started to shift the black plates at a rapid pace, yet clearly allowing Emily to follow what was the winning plate. Staring at what was clearly the wrong black plate, Emily's hand went towards it, only to quickly change.
The Persian's eyes went from narrowed eyes in delight to shock.
Within five seconds, shouts started to erupt, voicing their dislike and disdain.




Letting herself fall on the mattress, Emily stared at the ceiling. Today hadn't been an awful day. It was pretty mediocre, the repeating of many days of her current life.
Placing her hands behind the back of her head, she did consider what she could get with the promised money. It would be just enough to get out of her current 'home'. A nasty, cheap apartment that had the great benefits of free 'pets'. Who didn't appreciate the likes of cockroaches, aggressive cats and rats? Exactly!

Groaning Emily closed her eyes as she wagered other options. Yet the allure of money seemed to be an influence she couldn't get out of her mind.
"Well fuck... "
Hi! I was wondering if this was still open. I am currently on the look for a new RP and this seemed quite intriguing. Just in case, here is my application. I hope it provides some enjoyment in reading. Cheers!

Hellooooo!

So as the title says, this is a return. I used to be quite active on the old version of the site. But due to the sudden crash, my motivation plummeted. On top of that, social obligations as various other interests were both more interesting as pressing.
Now I hope to start with a clean slate, wondering if I can rekindle that old flame and joy that writing used to give me. After all this time, I doubt that I will come into contact with writers that I used to write with. But I am more than eager to start anew and see if I can start to write, plot and enjoy creating stories with new people!

Some more details about me:
* English isn't my first language. I do prefer to write and talk in English. Mostly because I find it more fun to try to express myself in it.

* I am an odd egg when it comes to music. I tend to listen to almost every genre. Or well, I am keen on giving things a chance.

* I don't really have a favourite genre what I want to write for. I used to write a lot for fantasy genre roleplays. But to switch things a bit up, I might be looking for some Marvel kind of roleplay. Else just try to enrol in the first roleplay that piques my interest.

* Due to a long absence from roleplay writing, I fear that my skill and swiftness in delivering any quality post has been dulled. None the less, I do desire to crank it back to what I was able to produce before!

I think that is it, for now! Time to search for an interesting roleplay!
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