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Post by Prince on Jul 24, 2007 1:35:51 GMT -5
Place your bets here! Win, Place, or Show, check the odds, and put your money on the horse you like accordingly.
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Post by nick on May 17, 2008 15:54:08 GMT -5
Nicholas yawned boredly, placing his bets. He was still biding his time. But he was going to be back in control eventually, he just had to watch the cops, the movings of everyone else.
But control would be his again.
He'd make sure of it.
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Post by fiorenzo on Aug 28, 2008 10:07:59 GMT -5
((New Day))
Most people saw the betting booths from the opposite side of the barred window, but for Fiorenzo he very much preferred things from the inside. The ramming and pushing, rowdy cries and arguments...it was better that he was separated by a booth window. Quick with numbers, he was able to get his customers' bets in place with relative ease and precision. He also took the time to mark their race card with what they'd bet on, since some people had a tough time remembering, and then he was blamed for it. Most bookies didn't do that, but they didn't call Fiorenzo the Cuorone, the big heart, for nothing...
Things were beginning to wind down as the last race of the day was starting. Enzo, as well as the rest of the bookies, were working quickly to get in the last-minute gamblers who wanted to place their bets before the race. Once the last of them cleared off, making a beeline for the stands, Enzo sighed and leaned against the counter. He'd be able to go home soon...
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Post by bella on Aug 28, 2008 22:38:59 GMT -5
Bella walked into the betting booth, she sighed. This wasn't the best place for her to consider to get a job, because they probably only hired men. Oh well, it was worth a shot. She pushed back some stray hair, what was the big deal about this place? There wasn't anything exciting, horses ran around a circle. It was a sad fact that that was how people got their entertainment nowadays.
She decided to stay around and watch, just to see if it was as great as people said. She glanced around at the people who were waving their tickets, and chanting. Bella rolled her eyes, people got too excited over bidding money on a horse. It was a horse, an animal, that's all. These people acted as if the horse was their god or something.
Bella looked over her shoulder and saw a young man leaning against the counter. She guessed her was a bookie, because he was well...behind the counter. He didn't look exactly thrilled to be there, poor thing, she wouldn't enjoy being yelled at by crazy gamblers all day. She tapped lightly on the glass, "Excuse me? I don't want to place a bet or anything. I was just wondering, do people really think of this as entertainment?" She asked with a small smile.
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Post by fiorenzo on Aug 29, 2008 9:25:07 GMT -5
Fiorenzo glanced up at the sound of someone tapping on the glass, expecting to see an irritated man who had bet ten dollars and was coming to collect one. That was usually what a tapping indicated; the man was so irritated he wouldn't bother to speak if he didn't have to. But when Fiorenzo raised his head he saw a young woman, beautiful, surely. She didn't look like she was the type to frequent the racetracks. He asked her in his very slightly accented voice, "Can I help you, ma'am?"
"Excuse me? I don't want to place a bet or anything. I was just wondering, do people really think of this as entertainment?"
"Of course they do," Fiorenzo said with a smile. A skeptic, she was, then. He explained, "Certainly, they do. Look around...proud, pompous men telling each other that this horse is faster than this one. When they don't agree, they're willing to bet money on it and see exactly who's right in the end." He shrugged slightly, as if saying, that's really all there is to it. Fiorenzo had bet on a few races in his time, but with the terrible luck he had, he knew it was better for him to be taking the bets, not placing them.
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Post by bella on Sept 18, 2008 13:28:44 GMT -5
"Can I help you, ma'am?"
Bella's ears perked up, his words were lightly coated in an accent. An accent she recognized, one she had as well, only hers was fading quickly. Seven years in America will do that to a person.
"Certainly, they do. Look around...proud, pompous men telling each other that this horse is faster than this one. When they don't agree, they're willing to bet money on it and see exactly who's right in the end."
Bella looked around, the only thing she saw were men betting away money. She shook her head slightly. She knew she would never be able to understand men, they always felt like they had to out do each other. They felt like they had to have control, like Edward. He wasn't able to control her father and her mother, so he felt like he had to control her. It did him no good, if just made her miserable.
"Do you enjoy doing this?" She asked, it probably wasn't her business if he enjoyed his job or not. What mattered was that he was doing it well, it wasn't like her to question things unless she felt like she really needed to know. This was one of those times.
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Post by fiorenzo on Sept 19, 2008 17:10:29 GMT -5
"Do you enjoy doing this?"
Her accent. It was heavier than his, but he recognized it immediately. It had been his mother's before she fell into the accent of central Italy. Even if he hadn't known what a Venetian accent sounded like, he should have known she was Italian right away. Only Italian woman are that beautiful. "Sei di Venezia?" he said in a very low voice. He would be horrified if she couldn't understand him. He couldn't cover it, and he knew that he might be messing up a chance to talk with a lovely young lady, anyway.
To answer her question, he shrugged. "I need the money," he stated simply, and figured that to be answer enough.
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Post by bella on Sept 19, 2008 17:54:45 GMT -5
Bella smiled and nodded vigorously, "Si." She said, "How did you know?" She asked, excitedly. "What's your name?" She asked him. Bella now knew he spoke her first language, so she should at least know his name.
"Ah, I see." She said, nodding. Money was a big concern for her, it always was.
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Post by Prince on Jan 5, 2009 6:54:39 GMT -5
((New Day))
Out in front of the tracks Prince was bored, and down to only a few papers. She had them in her hands (which were currently stained through with ink). She wasn't trying to get rid of them very hard. Instead, her best bass voice, or the best she could muster, she was singing! "Noooobody knoooooows... the trouble IIIIII seeeeeeeen. Noooooobody knooooows but Jesuuuuuuuusss." She didn't know what was up, or why she felt the urge to sing, but here she was. Between every few lines shouting a headline, and sellin' a pape here and there.
Funds were really startin' to cut into kids at the Lodging House. The prices were still weighing on her mind, but for the moment, she was just trying to get by herself, best she could.
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Post by pupdawkinseitz on Feb 11, 2009 9:13:42 GMT -5
"Noooobody knoooooows... the trouble IIIIII seeeeeeeen. Noooooobody knooooows but Jesuuuuuuuusss."
Pup ran down the streets weeving through people, having no clue where he was going but he was just chasing after his runaway kitty. He evidentally was in a very crowded place packed with people yelling and shouting. Pup slowed to a stop, his kitty nowhere in site. He stood there watching everything around him with wide, solemn eyes. He didn't think he liked this place that much, it was scary and noisy. He heard loud singing, drifting through the racetrack, and he listened, tipping his head to the side. It was beautiful.
He followed the sound until he stood a distance away from a tall girl. He had seen her before, she had come to the lodging house a couple times to see Jack. Pup watched her listening to her sing and hunkered down a bit, trembling when two gamblers broke out into a fight. He let out a little fearful cry and cowered.
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Post by Prince on Feb 12, 2009 0:54:07 GMT -5
Prince looked over and noticed the fight break out. She rolled her eyes. 'Men,' she thought. 'They're all alike... they never quite grow up...' She sighed and continued on her way, she had no reason to stop and try to settle the dispute. Instead she took advantage of the crowed drawing around them, and tried to sell papers to those who were watching the gamblers duke it out. In fact, she was able to get rid of her last few papers completely! She was done and dusted off her hands in success. She glanced at the men and rolled her eyes again. Someone was gonna get hurt if they didn't watch it.
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Post by pupdawkinseitz on Feb 13, 2009 10:49:59 GMT -5
Pup's eyes widened as the men spun this way and that, knocking into each other, throwing blows. Pup tried to move out of the way, but they were coming to fast, they barreled into him. He went sprawling and tried not to cry out in pain when he hit the ground. He tried to pick himself up before he got trampled. He was absolutely terrified!
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Post by Prince on Feb 15, 2009 13:50:29 GMT -5
She couldn't really see the men anymore through the thick crowed, anyone stuck in the middle would have to find their own way out if they didn't wanna be there, or so she figured anyway. It was a mess, so she thought, just for fun, she'd stick around, and see what happened, if someone died first, or if the track officials came and broke it up.
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Post by fiorenzo on Mar 29, 2009 9:51:45 GMT -5
((New Day))
"Ma quando hai?"
"Due mila novantacinque."
"Dio mio, Enzo!"
"Sta' zitto!" Fiorenzo hissed, and cast a quick glance toward the window of the betting booth. He and Paolo, one of the other bookies and a fellow Italian native, made sure their conversation was in a language recognizable to few. The conversation was private, to say the least, as well as delicate. Who knew what wound happen if anyone overheard? Fiorenzo turned back to Paolo and said in hushed Italian, " È un segretto, capisci? Nessuno deve conoscere. Non mai."
Paolo chortled. "E ho pensato che tu sia il cuorone, Enzo. Conosco adesso, sei un ladro!"
Fiorenzo shushed him violently, for someone was at the betting booth window. Fiorenzo felt his heart clench in fear. What were the odds that this person could understand them? Slim, he thought. With ease, he switched to English. "Can I help you?" he asked, attempting to keep his expression blank.
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Mar 29, 2009 14:55:28 GMT -5
Luck raised a brow, "Dio.." she shook her head. Her father was Italian and she did know the language but it was not what she spoke very often. Shaking her head she put her bet under the window.
"You shouldn't talk about things like that," she murmured as she set her bet on the counter. She wasn't really selling papers anymore but Lucky was a great gambler.
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