1 The Resemblance is Uncanny [Private/No Kill/Yui] Sun Aug 02, 2015 3:36 am
Ryuusei
D-rank
Maybe this whole business with the Chunnin Exams wasn’t so bad after all. At first Ryuusei had dreaded the crowds of tourists that it had brought to swarm the streets just as he had returned home, but even he had to admit that the casino made the whole ordeal quite a bit more enjoyable. Sure, it got crowded, but Ryuusei was a betting man and there was no shortage of bets to be made in the Golden Horn. The tables also served to create their own little world. When he sat down to play at a blackjack table it was like the rest of the people in the casino didn’t exist. All that mattered were the cards.
The nature of the casino also brought out some rather interesting people. Some good experiences, some bad, but mostly bizarre and intriguing. He had heard an interesting description of his time at the casino. Apparently one patron believed Ryuusei was “in bed with lady luck.” It was an entertaining comment and one that seemed appropriate given how lucky Ryuusei tended to be in his everyday life. But to be honest, it wasn’t even like he was winning big at the tables. He was up, but it wasn’t anything worth writing home about. He imagined that it was all about perspective. To the person who fresh off a losing streak, any type of success seems like the cruel twists of fate. To the person who just won big, Ryuusei’s haul would be seen as insignificant.
Perhaps the best thing about steady winning was that it allowed him to play at a table almost indefinitely. As other players came and went, busting and stepping away from the table, he could remain in his seat, ordering drinks and meeting all of the new people that passed through. Of course there was a downside for being set on playing the tables though; the fact that at any given time all of the tables could be occupied and leave him with nothing to do. It was exactly that scenario that had him now wandering the floor in search of an open seat at a blackjack table.
Sure there were other games he could play instead, but there was always something wrong with them in his mind. Roulette was to non-interactive. He didn’t like craps and didn’t like to get his hands dirty when he gambled anyway. He had never played poker outside of casual games with the other students back at the academy. Blackjack was just the right amount of interaction and “hands off” style that he could gamble away his money on for hours on end. Not that he really suffered any significant losses all that often. It was probably just his excuse to not have to move around while he ordered his drinks and socialized. Ryuusei’s mind was set on blackjack unless someone or something more interesting came along. Dressed in a black suit with a white shirt with the top unbuttoned he would wade through the crowd quickly, trying to slide around other gamblers in search of his table.
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The nature of the casino also brought out some rather interesting people. Some good experiences, some bad, but mostly bizarre and intriguing. He had heard an interesting description of his time at the casino. Apparently one patron believed Ryuusei was “in bed with lady luck.” It was an entertaining comment and one that seemed appropriate given how lucky Ryuusei tended to be in his everyday life. But to be honest, it wasn’t even like he was winning big at the tables. He was up, but it wasn’t anything worth writing home about. He imagined that it was all about perspective. To the person who fresh off a losing streak, any type of success seems like the cruel twists of fate. To the person who just won big, Ryuusei’s haul would be seen as insignificant.
Perhaps the best thing about steady winning was that it allowed him to play at a table almost indefinitely. As other players came and went, busting and stepping away from the table, he could remain in his seat, ordering drinks and meeting all of the new people that passed through. Of course there was a downside for being set on playing the tables though; the fact that at any given time all of the tables could be occupied and leave him with nothing to do. It was exactly that scenario that had him now wandering the floor in search of an open seat at a blackjack table.
Sure there were other games he could play instead, but there was always something wrong with them in his mind. Roulette was to non-interactive. He didn’t like craps and didn’t like to get his hands dirty when he gambled anyway. He had never played poker outside of casual games with the other students back at the academy. Blackjack was just the right amount of interaction and “hands off” style that he could gamble away his money on for hours on end. Not that he really suffered any significant losses all that often. It was probably just his excuse to not have to move around while he ordered his drinks and socialized. Ryuusei’s mind was set on blackjack unless someone or something more interesting came along. Dressed in a black suit with a white shirt with the top unbuttoned he would wade through the crowd quickly, trying to slide around other gamblers in search of his table.
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