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Post by Gita on Jul 18, 2019 3:33:58 GMT -6
The Luxurious Casino Of South City!  Fancy cars and luxurious attire was the norm when it came to this high end top notch casino in the South City. Those who come to this place as locals come for one thing and one thing only, money. Whether you are a winner or a loser, you still come back in hopes of winning big and going back home a winner. The owner of such an establishment was big fish Rick, a orange clown fish looking individual that had nothing funny to say ever. He was a top notch criminal enterprise kind of business man that didn't like to lose nor did he want to compromise his business by letting other people winning all the time. There was a guest in particular that he noticed from his high balcony VIP section that just entered the establishment, it was Gita. He noticed that he wore a black suit like any other patron that was there, however, he was the only namekian who had entered the place. Call it racism or call it a hunch, he didn't trust the namekian. Most of the locals here were either humans, zoans, and a mixture of other aliens he had come to know throughout his time in the business. However the one species he hasn't ever came across her namekians. So it was in his own best interest to pay close attention to him. He looked over his shoulder as he scratched his neck. "Make sure your security detail watches that green one down there with the black suit. I don't want any funny business." He pulled out his brown thick cigar and lit it up as he sat back down on his chair and enjoyed a glass of wine to go along with it. "Also, tell the chef to bring me, prime steak, Medium rare." The head of security nodded and spoke into his radio in a lower tone of voice. The security detail spotting Gita who was now buying casino tokens in order to play some of the games that were nearby. He looked around and the only one he knew fairly well was black jack. He put in two casino tokens in which were worth twenty dollars in total and started to play. At first he started to play fair and lost his first match. Then he decided to change his luck and with a slight smirk, he would change these cards to whatever numbers bested his opponent. Every single time, no one could tell he was cheating due to him concealing his cards from the other patrons and his luck streak of winning started to draw the attention of the security guards. Going from losing twenty dollars, to earning more than five hundred dollars. This was clearly a win in his book and the security detail started to speak into their radios just off in the distance as they noticed the other patrons started to become furious. Rick hearing the news on what had happened and in frustration, he decided to close the black jack tables temporarily. Rick had no proof of the cheating, so he decided to see whether or not Gita was going to play some other games and so he did! He started to play the slot machines and once again, he lost the first time and then won the other times. From the looks of it, the machines were glitch really badly but this was no glitch, Gita was changing the slot pictures into the corrected appearance. For instance he would change a cherry, a dog, and another cherry, to three sets of cherries. The security detail noticed this and this started to frustrate Rick even more to the point where he had to close the slot machines as well. Again with no proof, he decided that third time was the charm and that he was going to personally find out on how he does it. |
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Post by Casca on Jul 18, 2019 13:21:58 GMT -6
"A Game Gone Wrong" Odds Don't Stack “ I said … HIT ME,” Casca yelled as she was sprawled out across the card table, holding the dealer’s wrist as she insisted on one more card. “ You are already at nineteen,” the card connoisseur talked as if Casca had blasphemed in the house of you lord, Hercule. “ If you go above twenty-one, you lose the game,” the dealer said as he put the card fast down on the table, still unsure if the woman understood what she was doing. “ I’m older than twenty-one, I know the rules! Hit me,” the Saiyan protested as she released the cards man and punched the tabletop instead. Uber sure of herself, Casca shouted, “ show me the money,” as the dealer turned the last of the cards over. “ A seven of hearts, that would be twenty-six —,” the Saiyan immediately cut the card truth-sayer off. “ You gotta check it again! I demand a recount,” Casca declared as she stared beyond the dealer towards her new Namekian teammate. Gita made it look easy, why Casca thought she should gamble her own money when the Namekian made it rain. It eluded her until it didn’t. The clown! Ricky the fish Bobby had been undercutting the Syndicate for years and today it was going to stop. Somehow, she thought as she left the table penniless. Circling the floor, the Saiyan thought how taking down a rival casino from the inside would be harder than it looked. Sitting outside the casino doors as she wrestled with the idea of opening a new line of credit, the Saiyan watched the people leaving, thinking it was funny to guess if they were up or had lost it all like her. Staring down an Earthling couple as they passed, oblivious to the trouble Casca had been mortgaging Flip’s spare space pod to pay for this little operation. The young woman watched as the two left arm in arm, happy as could be. “ They won,” she said with a cringe in her voice, upset that they had it all and were better than her at cards! Angrily looking for the next passerby, Casca watched a Majin man slink out of the doors. She judged a book by its cover, two pieces of clothing and no shoes. Surprised there wasn’t a dress code for the casino, the Saiyan assumed the lightly clothed man was homeless. Which was most likely no longer the case as she watched a fat wad of cash fall out of the man’s sweater vest. Seeing a crime of opportunity, the young woman waited a moment or two before trying to retrieve the cash. Seeing the huge denominations without even bending over, Casca thought her luck had started to change. “ Not so fast,” yelled a piece of the Majin that trailed behind its main body. No more than an anamorphous blob with a mouth, the slim barked at Casca for being so inconsiderate. Feeling the backlash, the Saiyan reentered the casino with a renewed confidence that anyone could be a winner, determined to not let the Syndicate down anymore. Looking at all the various games, she tried to pick the one with the best odds. “ C’mon, anything but a seven,” Casca screamed as she was offered to throw the dice at the craps’ table. Pointing up at Vegeta to give her his blessing, the Saiyan jumbled the dice one more time for reassurance. Throwing the numbered objects, the young woman’s eyes enlarged as they danced around all the money involved. “ A seven,” the table’s general said as he drew the dice back to him, “ all bets are lost.” Well, that was actually it, having spent all the money that she in association with her name. “ Do you except I.O.U.’s,” Casca tried to plead with the director of the game. Saying you’re leaving trumps being asked to leave, the Saiyan thought as she was booted from the table. Deciding this was as good a time as any to tell Gita she needed more money, Casca made it over to the Namekian as he started to gain some attention. Staying in the background, the young woman took count of all the exits as plain closed security moved in on her partner. The house wasn’t happy losing. |
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Post by Gita on Jul 18, 2019 22:20:44 GMT -6
Gita had decided to go to the biggest table of them all, the one where all bets were placed to the highest full and also the place where winner took all kind of game. If you won at this table, you could literally leave the first game a big winner or a big loser. Gita decided to play poker! Having entered the table, a few of the security detail playing as players, shifted their eyes to the balcony to get the confirmation from Rick the clownfish himself. After it was confirmed that Gita could play with a simple nod and speaking to head of security who was a few feet behind Gita, he was accepted to the large table of twenty patrons and the game started! Within the table itself, the dealer was one of Rick's guys, along with ten of the security detail playing the game, along with the other ten being casual patrons. The way this system worked was simple, a security detail would always win the pile no matter what! That's how most of their money came in for the casino. However, these security details that played the game wore plain clothes.
The game started and the cards were given, everyone else were switching cards and Gita was secretly looking at his cards and making sure that no one was looking, but someone was looking. The head of security noticed a club and a diamond card in cards hands for a brief second. Gita didn't even make the effort of switching cards instead, he waited as some of the civilians started to fold their cards. Then, it was eventually down to the higher money. eleven patrons were left, the ten security and Gita himself. Then they started to raise the stakes of the money. Going from a measly 10 thousand to 100 thousand. The security detail started to fold like how they were coached to and the best cards at the table from the security detail perspectives was the straight flush. Gita just sat their calm, collective and relaxed. As it got down to the money bets being placed as all in. The money was now staked up at half a million. Gita placed his funds in which brought it up to a little more. Gita revealed his hands as he stood and slapped it on the table. A royal flush.
Jaws had dropped and Gita had collected his money. How did he win? well like how he won the rest of the games he had played. After acquiring all of the money in one large sack, he started to head out. Casca had approached him and asked him for money, which he promptly gave her 100 thousand of his earnings to her.
"Casca what are you doing here in a place like this. Up to no good I take it?"
He smiled her way and continued to walk.
"Well, i'm going to cash this bad boy in."
Before he could take a step further, the head of the security detail blocked his path, along with the extra from the poker game now in security uniforms and coming from behind. The head of security speaking to him with a smirk.
"The owner of the establishment would like to speak with you over a glass of wine."
Gita chuckled and continued on his way.
"No thank you I don't drink."
The head of security grabbed his shoulder as he walked past him.
"I insist, it wouldn't look good to have all your earnings confiscated by being blamed for cheating."
Gita looked over his shoulder and nodded at the head of security. Now Gita had followed the ten men to the back of the room with his earnings. Where he was going? He had no idea but the hallway he was going down towards were narrow and he was about to meet the big fish himself.
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Post by Casca on Jul 20, 2019 10:48:45 GMT -6
"A Game Gone Wrong" Main Event Gita was gestured to the back of the rival casino as the high-stake tables were not for the public’s eyes. Casca noticed the security replacing the rope, donating this area was off-limits to the average guest. Believing she ties ropes for breakfast, they’d have to do better than that. The Saiyan left the sanctuary of the crowd as her armor’s shoulder pads knocked into casualties of war. Striding past the line, Casca almost made it. “ Games already in progress, there are no more available seats,” one of the guards said as he denied the Saiyan entry. Trying to look around the man as he had more in relation with a wall than a human being, Casca thought she saw an open seat, “ What about that one?” The young woman pointed as she looked to the crowd for reassurance. Nodda. Before she could turn back, the man redacted her arm for her. “ I’m this close to losing my —,” the overworked man was cut off by the Saiyan. “ Language,” Casca insisted. “ My cool,” the man adjusted his black jacket as an unconscious gesture he had control over the situation. “ I get off in an hour, until then, no one gets in or out. Orders come from the top, Mister Ricky Bobby himself.” Thinking why someone would have two first names, Casca took this as a challenge. An hour? They’d rob this place blind thrice times in an hour, let alone once as the Saiyan looked for a new way in. Familiar with the flow built into casino floors to provide the easiest routes of traffic for both guest and staff alike, the young woman followed the money. The interim pit boss of the casino floor set his own cadence. Not talking to his customers and definitely not his fellow staff, the broad shoulder individual crossed the floor with suave as he almost hovered through his environment than walked. The waves parted, he magically moved interrupted, as one arm remained glued tight to his side. The arm carried a silver briefcase, handcuffed to its wrist so to never leave its confidant’s side. Contained within the case, who knew, but Casca does, what Casca does. Weaving in and out of traffic, the Saiyan moved adjacently to the man as she stayed a row over to avoid detection. Taking detour after detour to stay out of the vision of security cameras, the young woman grew anxious, as the distance between her and the mark grew farther apart. Stopping between two slot machines, Casca tried to make out the combination of numbers the person she was supposed to be following punched in a security panel. Saying what she saw out loud, “ One – Three – Seven,” and stopped in disbelief. “ All four corners? Really,” she questioned herself as her eyesight has failed her before. Standing at the panel, Casca also punched the buttons in the corners of a nine-number display. Surprised, “ It worked,” she said as she watched the door slide open. Stepping through, the door immediately shut behind her. Thinking that was strange, she turned to see the man from early with three or four other guards as they loaded the contents of the briefcase into a giant vault … full of money! Smiling as she pressed the button to reopen the door, Casca said the first thing that came to her mind, “ Thought this was the cafeteria! My bad.” Lasers bounced off her shield as the Saiyan threw up a barrier just in time. Crouching behind the shelter of her technique’s safeguard, the blasts were absorbed as they tested it for weaknesses. Firing mercilessly, the attacks ricocheted off the room’s walls in a magnificent light show, bouncing continuously as the walls were reinforced to withstand just this type of event. Lasers singed through the air as they ripped apart the room, slowly stunning the very people who sent them. Dropping her defense when there remained only one conscious, Casca walked up to the man with her arm outstretched. “ Friends,” she asked as she neared the man. Shaking as his friends were concussed and unconscious by their own blasters, the guard didn’t know what to do. Shaking the woman’s hand, for a second, he thought they were friends too? Casca used the invitation to wrestle the man’s arm behind his back as she took control and detained him! “ Now that we are all friends, can you let me into the Main Event?” Several minutes later …
“ Shhh,” Casca said to Gita after he gave her more money. “ We are undercover, we don’t know each other,” she said as she ghosted out of the conversation just as her Namekian teammate was arrested. Reappearing from her after-image from conflict, the Saiyan watched as her friend was being corralled into another back room. Frightened they were going to handle the situation poorly, as money trailed Gita in his quake, Casca said out loud, “ How could he have won? We started with like a hundred bucks each?” “ Half a million.” “ Ricky,” Casca said as she turned to see the Clown Fish sitting in the shade of his men. “ We meet again, Bobby.” |
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Post by Gita on Jul 22, 2019 10:46:02 GMT -6
Before they had reached the double doors which were off limits to anyone who wasn't staff, the head of security smirked as he spoke to Gita while looking ahead. Six of the security guards had remained behind and looked ahead at the other patrons along with protecting the door from any external means of getting in. The other four security guards went ahead, two holding Gita, the third being in front of him and the head of security taking the lead.
"We know what you have been to win your earnings, now the moment we step into this hallway, I will let you know everything."
Gita founded this opportunity to summon up a small device in his hand, it was a device which allowed audio to be transmitted from a microphone and being able to project it to the entire casino. Before they entered the hallway, Gita moved his shoulder just a pit to flicker the fly sized device into a nearby plant. Lucky no one caught wiff of this tactic.
"You guys are making a big mistake. I won those earnings fair and square."
The head of security had stopped for a brief moment and turned to face Gita, kneeing him hard right in the crotch region and causing him to take a kneel as both security guards who was holding him from behind on each shoulder began to tighten the grip.
"You really expect us to believe that you won your black jack games fair and square? You expect us to believe those slot machines are rigged for success?"
Gita had smirked as he poof up a mini microphone in his hand. Which resulted in the head of security blasting all of the gossip to the entire casino.
"And lastly, that big high end exclusive game that you had join for poker. Isn't a game anyone can just join around here. The game is only set up for the wealthy people that come to play. We have ten of our guys sit into the game and the dealer is one of our guys. We make sure that no one ever wins the high end poker games and always have one of our security detail always win those games!"
A faint echo could be heard off in the distance. Gita let out a chuckle as the noises of a loud angry crowd was present. They had heard everything that the head of security had to say and without even calling the proper authorities, they all began to storm into the back door which was off limits. The six guards that were stationed there couldn't stop the crowd and now were trampled over.
"You guys are going to get it now."
Gita entering his transformation which caused his muscles to bulk up and immediately breaking free from his restraints of both of the guards holding him in place and slamming them against the wall. Gita was quick to jump into the room that was nearby as the large crowd of angry patrons stormed the back of the building. They began to access many of the rooms of the place. The control room, the VIP room, the security room, the vault room. All these rooms were now being broken into. Rick the clownfish was now angry as he started to press a button and speaking into the microphone of the head of security.
"What the hell is going on down there. What the hell did you do! I heard everything!"
The head of security was lucky enough to escape the angry and entering one of the doors on the side which was also the same room that Gita was in.
"That Namekian planted a device in the hallway. Now everyone knows what we have been doing for months now.."
Rick the clownfish wasn't a very happy fish and after closing his eyes with a deep sigh. He had no choice. The angry crowd now were sealed off into the rooms that they had broken into due to a security breech now being activated. A set of lions were now released from their cages of the unknown in certain rooms, the other rooms which had a mob of angry people now had poison gas entering the chambers of the room. The crowd began to deplete at a rapid rate. Gita and the head of security now were both surrounded by gigantic size lions. Gita was quick enough to use his strength to summon up knives in order to throw at each of the lions. The head of security was also doing this, as the lions couldn't tell who was enemy or friend. After the lions were dealt with Gita tackled the head of security and mounted on top of him, throwing a strong right hook to his face.
Now all that was left to deal with, was Rick the clownfish. The only problem was, is that the police were now summoned and these were Rick the Clownfishes payroll and the swat team that was now here and summoned, began to storm the casino room after room, throwing tear gases. They were going to make sure that Gita was going to be taken out.
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