Mall Fight RP: (CLOSED) (FINISHED)

[Saltarius]

"Alright, just spill it. What is your problem with men?"

 

[RaNDM G]

"I don't have a problem with men. I have a problem with pricks."

 

[Saltarius]

"And I'm presuming I fit innto the latter category."

 

[RaNDM G]

"It's not your fault. It's just who you are."

 

[Saltarius]

"What a comforting sentiment."

 

[Knife-28]

'Well, good to see some things never change.' Knife thinks as he listens to Salt and Sister bicker.

I sit up and spit out some of the dust...thing, then go over to the lady to check if she's dead. Finding no pulse, I close her eyelids then take a look around the room I'm in.

 

[Sigma Castell]

I sigh, and retreive my deck of cards from a nearby tree.
"Poker, anyone?"

 

[RaNDM G]

"I'm always up for cards."

 

[Sigma Castell]

"Salt, Knife?"
I shuffle the cards like a boss.

 

[Knife-28]

"Sure, I'm game." Knife says, closing a panel on the back of his hand and walking over to Sigma.

 

[Sigma Castell]

I deal myself, Knife and Sister in.
"What we going to bet with?"

 

[Knife-28]

Knife pulls out the loot he swiped from the temple before. "Will this work?"

 

[Sigma Castell]

"Shiny. Yes, it will."
I put fifty billion Ugandan dollars into the middle of the table.

 

[MinimanZombie]

I throw a British penny on the table.
"Deal me in."

 

[Sigma Castell]

"Sup Zobmbie."
I deal him in. Cigars appear in all of our hands.

 

[Knife-28]

"I don't smoke." Knife says as he stubs his cigar.

 

[Saltarius]

"Fuck it. I'm playing too."

 

[MinimanZombie]

I flick the cigar away. It hits Salt in the face.
"I ain't in the mood for cigars. We're in the middle of the desert."

 

[Saltarius]

"I said, deal me in."

 

[MinimanZombie]

I grab the deck of cards of Sigma, and deal Salt in.
"There you go."