russian roulette / [marcus]

[kingsrequiem]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width:380px, bTable] NOTHING TO FEAR [STYLE=float:left;border:2px dashed #000000;margin-left:13px;margin-top:-1px;] MUSIC Unknown Soldier - Breaking Benjamin WORDS 348 NOTES hooray~ [STYLE=float:right; width:300px; height:350px;overflow:auto;background-color:ffffff;font-size:9px;padding:7px;margin-right:-10px;margin-top:5px;text-align:justify;opacity:.9;font-family:verdana;color:000000] Stars can be overrated, Lune thought. He was happily basking in the glow of the twinkling lights hung from pole to pole, illuminating the festival. There was a fine layer of snow, already long-trodden on. Lune was making his way up the hill, hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket. His hood was up, mouth open, breath coming out in visible little pants. He paused up the hill for a moment, admiring the view. There was a commotion near the center around the gigantic tree, little children all squealing loudly while their parents snapped photos of them. Lune smiled, before turning around again. He inhaled deeply once, letting the scent of the winter air fill him, before making his way back up the hill. It was a time to enjoy himself. A festival was simply a time to let go, be free. Lune continued walking up until he reached a cabin, openning the door with a smile. It was a very large cabin, with just about anything to do. There were people milling about, dancing, chatting, all of the sort. Lune made his way over to the tables, grinning when he saw decks of cards. He walked around a bit, making a circle around all of the tables before finally sitting down at one. One side of him had an old man, almost balding with a terrible hand, and the other seat was empty. "I'll join." Lune said softly. He crossed his arms on the table, reaching out to take a hand from the dealer. "Thanks." He said, making mental notes of what others hands were. It was a simple game of Blackjack, and Lune mentally figured what his chances were. He was at a thirteen at the moment, and his chances were pretty good. Everyone had rather high card numbers. "Hit me." He said softly. The dealer flipped a card face down and slid it over to him. Eight. Lune's face didn't change in the slightest. They placed their bids, before placing their hands down. The dealer shot Lune a look, but he merely smiled. "Blackjack."

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[marcus]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][STYLE=width:470px;font-size:10px;text-align:justify; padding:15px;][STYLE=text-align:center;font-family:georgia;font-size:30px;line-height:0%;color:000000]MOVES LIKE JAGGER[/style] [STYLE=float:left; border: 3px solid #000000;margin-left:10px;margin-left:30px][/style][STYLE=float:right;width:250px; height:260px; overflow:auto; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/RaGag.png); font-size:9px; padding:10px;text-align:justify;font-family:verdana;border-top: 3px solid #000000; border-bottom:3px solid #000000;margin-right:30px; color:000000]Each night just got more bizarre. What was this festival anyways? He found no banners to identify it and all the locals simply referred to it as "the festival". Some help that was, which of course, was none. As long as he had a cigarette between his lips, he was as happy as a Clamperl. A bit of money helped too though. Did he have money while in this dream? Marcus reached into his pocket and retrieved a pack of cigarettes, a lighter, and... yes. Perfect. Cash. This wasn't real anyways, wasn't it? Even better. "I'll just get it back later," he mused to himself. Although he, of course, hoped to be winning back anything he lost, he figured since it wasn't real there was no harm in playing some games, no? It sure was cold though. Good thing the cabin was nearby. He'd heard rumors about its ceiling being decked with mistletoe. He'd yet to check for himself and if that was so, that was the next stop he was making on his visit. Marcus slipped his hands into his black jacket pockets. It was cold as hell and the leather jacket he donned wasn't doing too good of a job at keeping him warm. He'd been left in the dark about the strange building... until now. Those rumors were, in fact, quite true. He blinked in disbelief at the amount of mistletoe strung upon the ceiling. But Marcus shrugged to himself. Not that he actually cared. Hakuna mattata. Besides, off to the side was what appeared to be a game of Black Jack. "Well well good sirs, looks like you just got beat by one of your younger ones," Marcus mused with a grin on his face as he approached the table. A thin stream of smoke rose from his lighted cigarette. He took it upon himself to sit at the second empty seat. "I hope you won't mind me joining in, will you?" The dealer merely raised a brow at Marcus before silently handing his two cards. A two? "Huh" he muttered under his breath before nodding at the dealer. "Hit me," he said, to which the dealer slid another two cards over at him. He flipped them over. A king. So be it. But the hidden card... a queen? Just his luck. That made 22 total. "Fuck this shit," he grumbled, already off to a bad start. TAGS Lune COUNT 347 NOTES we quickly learn macus has bad luck [/style][/style] [/style][STYLE=font-family:verdana; font-size:10px; text-align:center; color:000000]coded by JIN of PRE[/style]

[kingsrequiem]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width:380px, bTable] NOTHING TO FEAR [STYLE=float:left;border:2px dashed #000000;margin-left:13px;margin-top:-1px;] MUSIC Katy Perry Medley WORDS 249 orz NOTES hooray~ [STYLE=float:right; width:300px; height:350px;overflow:auto;background-color:ffffff;font-size:9px;padding:7px;margin-right:-10px;margin-top:5px;text-align:justify;opacity:.9;font-family:verdana;color:000000] The blond man who approached the table certainly struck Lune's interest. He looked up as the other sat down, tilting his head in curiousity. His violet eyes focused on the smoke coming out of his cigarette, fingers tightening on his cards a little. It wasn't for any particular reason, this just happened to have an effect on Lune. Lune passed in his cards, letting the dealer slide money back to him. The teen offered a smile, to which the dealer returned with a monotonous look, before being offered another two cards. This time it was an ace, face down, and a four, face up. Fifteen or five. Well, that was no fun. "Hit me." Lune said, much like the gentleman beside him from a moment before. The dealer slid a card to him. Another four. Nineteen. That was a decent hand. And besides, there was also Lune's law when it came to Blackjack. Golden Rule of the game.. Don't get a hit if you're over 17. "Lucky night?" Lune asked to the person next to him, turning slightly to face him. "Or maybe not?" A quick glance from earlier had Lune guessing that it wasn't a lucky night. That, and the 22 hand he had before. The teenager set an elbow on the table, resting his cheek against his knuckles. "My name's Lune." It certainly was a little odd to introduce himself to someone who had just sat down, a little forward even, but well, socializing just pumped through Lune's blood.

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[marcus]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][STYLE=width:470px;font-size:10px;text-align:justify; padding:15px;][STYLE=text-align:center;font-family:georgia;font-size:30px;line-height:0%;color:000000]MOVES LIKE JAGGER[/style] [STYLE=float:left; border: 3px solid #000000;margin-left:10px;margin-left:30px][/style][STYLE=float:right;width:250px; height:260px; overflow:auto; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/RaGag.png); font-size:9px; padding:10px;text-align:justify;font-family:verdana;border-top: 3px solid #000000; border-bottom:3px solid #000000;margin-right:30px; color:000000]Marcus certainly was in no mood to introduce himself but... Oh, was his name Lune? How strange. He remembered Dante mentioning in passing a particular dark-haired youth who he had his eye on. Amethyst eyes? Check. Feminine build? His dark eyes traveled up and down the teen's form from head to toe. ... Check. No wonder Dante had swooped in on him. He was a very fine catch, if Marcus could say so himself. He didn't have his own eyes set upon any man or woman, but then again, Marcus probably disliked commitment even more than Dante did. He wasn't sure how his friend could keep track of his son at all times. It seemed... like a difficult job. But Marcus figured if Alphonse was his kid, he'd be just as protective and doting. For now though, Marcus enjoyed playing the role of the uncle/godfather who spoiled him rotton. "The name's Marcus," he said to Lune with a friendly nod despite his particular irritability about losing horrendously in this game of Blackjack. "Good to meet you, Lune. I've heard many things about you." He let out an enigmatic chuckle and decided to let Lune chew on that one. "Many, many things." The statement itself was puzzling and Marcus intended on watching Lune struggle to find out what exactly he was talking about. The blond gave a sideways grin before glancing back at the card dealer. "All right, let's try this again," he said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out three coins and dropping them in the center dealer's palm. The man gave the blond a suspicious expression, seemingly surprised that Marcus intended on trying again despite losing so badly the previous time. So he took the single facedown card and the face-up card. A seven. Not bad. He glanced up at the card dealer. "Hit me," he stated, puffing on the cigarette. And so he did. A nine this time. That made sixteen, which was still not so great. He glanced at Lune now with an expectant expression. "Well kid, I guess it's your turn now, eh?" TAGS lune COUNT 364 NOTES no marcus why are you playing blackjack with lune [/style][/style] [/style][STYLE=font-family:verdana; font-size:10px; text-align:center; color:000000]coded by JIN of PRE[/style]

[kingsrequiem]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 320; font-size:10px; text-align: justify; border: 5px solid #CBF4FC; padding:15px; background-image:url(http://colourlovers.com.s3.amazonaws.com/images/patterns/2041/2041567.png);background-repeat:repeat-x] MUSIC number 1 - big bang WORDS 435 NOTES lol this thread amuses me. MADE BY LUNE OF PREDORMITUM Lune blinked at the stranger, watching his eyes rove up and down. His face grew a little pink, shifting in his seat a little. Well that was... only slightly awkward. At this point in time, Lune was a little used to it. Even his friends would look him up and down, wondering why he looked slightly more like a girl than a man. When Marcus spoke, Lune returned it with a friendly nod. "Marcus, hello." He greeted softly. However, a more confused expression crossed Lune's face as he continued. The teen's head tilted to the side a little, a bit of hair falling into his eyes as he did so. "Heard many... what?" It vaguely occured to the teen that the name 'Marcus' also sounded rather familiar. He looked at his cards with a bit of intensity, trying to figure it out, and why he was being so... odd. His mind sifted through memories lightning-fast, before settling on one particular memory. Dante had mentioned a Marcus before, his best friend in fact. Lune's eyes slid to side eye Marcus, remembering Dante's physical description he had given while a Steelix was breaking through a wall to save them from drowning. It was a vague description, but 'blond, smoker, weird shades' seemed like a pretty accurate description. And then it hit him. Lune's face exploded into a blush, hand covering his mouth to hold in an embaressingly high pitched yelp. Had Dante told Marcus...? Oh. Oh hell no. "S-so I see." Lune forced out, trying to remember how close they were, from Dante's words. However, the memory seemed to be distracted by Dante's Steelix saving them from the flood in the cave. Lune's life was basically indebted to that thing. Focusing back on the card game, Lune tried to push those thoughts out of his head, cheeks still pink. He concentrated on the hands of the other people at the table, mentally equating the probability of getting a three in his next card, or even lower. Judging from everyone's faces and the number of cards, the chances were fairly low. "I think I'm satisfied." Lune said, still eyeing the hand of nineteen. The dealer called for everyone to show their hands, and Lune set his cards down. Around the table, there was a seventeen, eighteen, fifteen, a thirteen--what, why didn't they get a hit? Lune frowned, before turning to Marcus. Well, this was the only thing stopping him now. "So, Marcus." Lune let his cheek rest against his fingers, turning to look at Marcus a little more fully. "How did you fair in this game?" [/style]

[marcus]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][STYLE=width:470px;font-size:10px;text-align:justify; padding:15px;][STYLE=text-align:center;font-family:georgia;font-size:30px;line-height:0%;color:000000]MOVES LIKE JAGGER[/style] [STYLE=float:left; border: 3px solid #000000;margin-left:10px;margin-left:30px][/style][STYLE=float:right;width:250px; height:260px; overflow:auto; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/RaGag.png); font-size:9px; padding:10px;text-align:justify;font-family:verdana;border-top: 3px solid #000000; border-bottom:3px solid #000000;margin-right:30px; color:000000]So maybe that had been a bit inappropriate and rude. But this was Marcus, and his behavior was quite typical. Humans were visual creatures and Lune was eye candy. He couldn't help himself. The man leaned back a bit on his seat with a crooked grin on his face. "Oh, nothing for you to concern yourself, for me to know and for you to try and guess. Not that I'll tell you the answers. Sorry to disappoint." Lune didn't need to know the way Dante spoke of the boy. He'd teased his friend for days on end for hooking up with a kid. Seventeen was still young in his eyes. He'd never expected Dante to aim that high either. Briefly, Marcus wondered what Lune's parents thought of this if he had parents. Poor kid. Did they not care about his relationship with a man at least five years older than himself? Indeed, Dante's description of his friend was rather accurate. Marcus was rarely ever seen without his shades or his cigarettes to the point that only Dante probably knew that his friend's natural eye color was a light hazel. The blond lost all composure as Lune yelped, breaking out into a hearty laughter, even reaching under his shades to wipe at tears gathering in the corners of his eyes. "I was just messing with you," he chuckled. "You'll learn not to take everything I say too seriously. I'm surprised Dante didn't tell you that. Maybe he forgot. Either way it was pretty cruel of him." Marcus set his cards on the table. Sixteen. Still no good. "Damn," he muttered under his breath. He'd tried the strategy of not taking an extra card and it had backfired on him. It could have been worse. At least he wasn't the guy with a thirteen. "Eh, better than the last round," he muttered to himself, reaching up to take his cigarette between his index and middle fingers and blow out the smoke idly. He figured this was probably a non-smoking area but didn't give a shit about the rules. He would smoke when he pleased. "Why the hell do I continue to play this game when I lose each round," he mused, mostly to himself. TAGS lune COUNT 391 NOTES lololol this is so late orz [/style][/style] [/style][STYLE=font-family:verdana; font-size:10px; text-align:center; color:000000]coded by JIN of PRE[/style]