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8/7/2016 6:04:34 AM
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Deep within the bowls of the Arrowhead cargo ship which sliced through the darkness of space sat the smuggled crew; the caring and benevolent Sawyer, who had put Alpha to bed just minutes before and rolled a Cuban fattie as the other Aaron on the ship, Winchester, who swished between the humorous and the psychotic, and their trusty charismatic leader Drake. As Sawyer took a huff of his cigar the others passed cards and chips around the table as everyone sat in anticipation of the fat wad of money stacked on the oak table in the center, compiling the pay of the last bounty they undertook. This game would determine who would lose their salary and who would get the cash for a real meal instead of living off stale bread and briny sweat.
[spoiler]Y'all know who you are. Reply and we'll all interact with eachother.[/spoiler]
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[i]Michael Drake anted, and then picked up his hand. His face was utterly expressionless as he examined his cards, but his trademark smirk replaced his guarded demeanor in seconds. In a game like Poker, it was unsettling. He called over to Aaron, the man who broached this venture in the first place,[/i] "Seems as if the night's off to a decent start, eh?" [i]He looks back down at the cards on the table--a 5 of Spades, a Jack of Hearts, and a 3 of Clubs, and upped the ante by 15. Drake was somewhat of a natural at the game, and was usually the one to enter the seedy bars smugglers so often inhabited to extract information... Or some pocket change, over a game of cards. It was Winchester's turn next. [/i]
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"Uuuuuhhhhhhhh....." Aaron looks at his cards with a confused expression. "Goddamit never got to play poker I kept killing everyone in the bar..." He muttered this under his breath quick and swift. "How the hell...?" He raised an eyebrow. "I'm gonna fold....?" He put his cards down and got up. He shrugged. "Besides! My alcohol is in my quarters so I'll be there." He ran his hand through his hair and walked off, his muscles stretching the white t shirt he was wearing. A few seconds later and [i]Feel So Numb[/i] by [i]Rob Zombie[/i] was blasting through his speakers in his room.
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Sawyer looked around as he arrived with sandwiches and his homemade lemonade, placing it on the table to the side as he was given his hand. It wasn't very good. He inhaled and folded, but one for games. However, he did slide the slick cusps of the glass of lemonade to Drake, a long with a ham and cheese sandwich next to his money. The Paladin stood with the tray to give the other team members their supper.
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'Yo, [i]Mom[/i], I can take care of myself' Alpha walked into the light, his fur sticking up on his head in odd places
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[i]Drake eyed the lemonade and the food, nodding thanks to Sawyer, before turning his gaze to you,[/i] "C'mon man, let's finish this game up. You gonna match, or fold?"
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Heavy footsteps originated from where Blake went. He came back, his white t shirt wrinkled. He held a bottle of scotch in his hands. He sat down and smirked. "I guess you guys could amuse me for a while."
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Sawyer smoked his cigar in the corner, looking at Blake. "Next time, you turn that shit down." Sawyer gripped the leather end of his sword as he stormed off into the ship.
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Alpha nodded and said 'Damn right, also you're gonna deaf if you listen to that so loudly' he gestures to Drake 'can I join?'
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"Yeah, we already dealt. Just match." [i]Drake takes a bite of his sandwich and gestures to an unused hand in the corner. [/i]
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Blake takes a sandwich, wolfing it down in a few bites. He wipes his beard or crumbs and takes a swig of his Scotch. "Does the kid know how to play?"
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Sawyer re-emerges with another cigar, inhaling the fumes and blowing them out through his nose. "Let's see this."
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'On second thought, maybe I should go target practice, that last job was sloppy'
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[i]Michael groans, and places his hand on the table, taking a bite out of his sandwich before he gets up to join you. His usually styled black hair was unkempt, and a long strand was matted to his forehead.[/i] "Yeah, I'll be right there." [spoiler]Don't reply. We'll go into your next post. [/spoiler]
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"Well, my fun's over." Blake got up and went back to his room while drinking. He blared his music once more.
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Edited by BagelBro123: 8/7/2016 6:31:29 AM[spoiler]Smugglers in poverty... Kek[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Of course they are. It's a rough 'verse.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]VOYAGER FOREVER!!!!!!!! *pounds chest* YAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!![/spoiler]
