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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Sept 15, 2006 1:42:32 GMT -5
Lucky sat down at the table. She gave Isabella a smile. "Hey, Isabella." She sighed a bit at the sound of her name a bit but figured it couldn't do any harm, her eyes went to Sneaks. "More then most," she replied to his question about her and cards. "And most call me Lucky."
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Post by Isabela on Sept 15, 2006 23:48:21 GMT -5
Isabela made note of what the two of them said. Aparently their real names were not something they used often. She hadn't encountered this before, so she felt a little bad for using their real names. She'd be certain to ask what people prefer to be called before she went introducing people, or talking to them in public, and using names they didn't want others to know. She kept quiet for now and looked between the two of them, with a small simple, and still flirtatious smile on her face. They seemed to be getting along just fine just the same, which she was glad to see.
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Post by arabelle on Sept 16, 2006 13:57:20 GMT -5
Arabelle cast a quick glance at the poker game going on, but otherwise paid it no heed. She'd been brought up in Georgia, where girls never had anything to do with cards. Not even five years as a newsie had changed her; she doubted anything ever would.
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Post by sneaks on Sept 16, 2006 14:15:27 GMT -5
Sneaks noticed the smile Isabela kept on her face....sometime he would work past that and see what her genuine smile really looked like. Like him, he was sure her layers ran deep.
He gathered up the cards, beginning to shuffle, over and under, in and out...quickly and deftly. "Well, Lucky...we'll see if you are better than me." His poker face made no change, but he snorted inwardly. Doubtful.
He began to deal the cards. "7 card draw..."
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Sept 16, 2006 15:18:01 GMT -5
"Luck and fate. Guess we'll have to see." she laughed inwardly, though in the outside she still looked as forlorn and harmless as she had when she'd wondered over. She drew her cards, her eyes never changing. She'd never felt any need to show how she really felt. She either wore an amused smile of no expresion at all. Only Isabella had seen her really happy and for some reason the thought didnt' bother her. She looked at Sneaks threw her lashes, she couldn't read him and that's what was intersting about a real gambler. You could tell a greenhorn a mile off.
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Post by arabelle on Sept 16, 2006 15:18:04 GMT -5
A quick sigh escaped her. She did wish her mother wasn't so set in Southern ways; the former Confederacy had fallen years before and the old ways had been lost with it. Maybe then she'd be able to be like the other kids and not feel guilt in the back of her mind.
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Post by sneaks on Sept 16, 2006 15:57:28 GMT -5
Sneaks looked Lucky up and down and said one thing back to her. "...Luck and Fate indeed. Smarts and cunning.....and unless you have something in your eye, stop throwing lashes." Sneaks had her number....his face hadn't changed a bit, though he looked up at Isabela, his eyes glittering a bit.
He wasn't being mean...he was just being...Sneaks. Big difference.
Looking at his cards, he disgarded three without a thought.
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Post by arabelle on Sept 16, 2006 16:06:51 GMT -5
Arabelle walked away, but glanced back over her shoulder at the poker game. She wondered what on earth was going through the boy's head as he sat there expressionless. Smoothing a wrinkle in her skirt, she half-wished that she could change the past five years of being a friendless newsie girl.
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Sept 16, 2006 16:36:15 GMT -5
That made her smile. "I think I like you, okay boy, lets play a real game." she tossed two cards out and tapped the table for her two cards.
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Post by Isabela on Sept 16, 2006 18:05:32 GMT -5
The expression on Isabela's face never did change, and all that showed thorugh was the flirtatious smile that she so often had. Her eyes showed nothing but intreuge in a game being well played, and her face was nothing but the smile. Though she caught the glitter in Skeaks' eye, though she didn't regaurd it at all, and preteneded not to have noticed, a good pretender. Once Sneaks had given Lucky her two cards Isabela asked for one herself by just setting a card face down.
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Post by sneaks on Sept 16, 2006 18:19:39 GMT -5
Sneaks looked at his cards...a flush. Not bad at all. Looking at the others, he placed his cards down, watching the others. It was a good hand, but beatable. He was confident, though. Three of the other boys had folded arlready--it was just him, Isabela, and Lucky now.
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Sept 16, 2006 18:26:54 GMT -5
Lucky leaned back in her chair and looked at her cards, not bad at all. She could have done much worse. A staight. She watched the other boys old out and watched Sneaks. He was confident that luck would win out. She looked over at the girl who spoke with the fates and waited.
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Post by Isabela on Sept 16, 2006 21:46:14 GMT -5
Isabela stared down at her cards. She didn't have anything, until she picked up the card she threw away, then she had something. Two nintes, and three tens, full house. If she hadn't thrown away that card and gotten lucky she would have had nothing of the sort. She kept the flirtatious smile so as not to give anything away. Turns out lady luck was in her favor. She had always loved cards. She laid down her hand as well.
((I hope that's not God modding or anything, if it is I'm sorry, and I'll change it.))
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Post by sneaks on Sept 17, 2006 10:47:21 GMT -5
(lol nah...I mean, you could even pull a royal flush, unlikey as it is--its cards...so luck allows for lots of choices  ) Sneaks' eyebrow raised. Well, luck always had him lose a bit to gain more in the end. Was the way of fate. "Well...seems I'm out. Hope your hand can beat hers, Lucky." He smirked, sitting back. Yeah. This was much more interesting than winning. Fate knew what she was doing. |
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Post by arabelle on Sept 17, 2006 10:50:34 GMT -5
Arabelle left the harbor. Pushing a lock of brown hair behind her ears, she muttered to herself, "Mama's not here to see what I do, so I might as well forget what she taught me about bein' a lady." She didn't care who heard her; no one was paying attention anyway.
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