Post by avel vaughnovich dombrovski on Aug 8, 2012 21:53:13 GMT -6
[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, border-left: #3A4748 8px solid; border-right: #839175 2px dashed; background: #d8d8d8; padding-top: 16px; padding-right: 16px; padding-left: 16px; padding-bottom: 12px; -moz-border-radius: 10px; width: 368px;] i smell sex & candy here who's that lounging in my chair? who's that casting devious stares in my direction? AVEL enjoyed america. he had only been here for about three months, and everyday it was like he was experiencing it for the first time. he's traveled the world, all over europe, and he had to say america was in the top three places he's been. it didn't hurt that he lived in a hotel with a casino that laid below him. and this valkyrie, california place... had to be america's blind spot. he witnessed illegal activity daily, in view of anyone to see, and the law enforcement here... they were just not experienced or happened to be on some organized crime group's payroll. of course there were the good ones, the ones that wanted to change the world, and the ones that walked the straight and narrow. but, the manpower for the greater good was lacking. valkyrie was prepping for a takeover. it was going to be the criminal's city soon. the twenty nine year old who had yet to grow up was down on the casino floor of the inferno. he was never a big gambler when he lived in moscow, russia, but it was a different story. maybe it was because his basement was a casino. he looked at his watch. a little after nine o'clock. the night was just getting started for him. he had spent the better half of today working with his mother in luxuria. it was the sex club his parents ran upstairs on the higher floors. before he moved here, his parents mostly ran brothel houses throughout moscow and other heavily populated russian cities. avel wasn't used to the seductive lights of the club upstairs since the houses in russia were typically run-down houses with not much sanitation being done in the place. but it was different here. the men and women that worked upstairs were treated pretty decently. apparently, americans here wanted their prostitutes to look healthy. whatever. vaughn dombrovski's motto of life is 'you demand it, we supply it.' they were adaptable. their business was always changing, and thankfully they could keep up with the demanding business of the sex trade. and after helping his mother out, it was avel rounding up any soldier that was just standing around picking their ass and have a good time gambling. sure, he was making american friends here and there, but he felt more at home drinking and wasting money with his russian family. avel never worried about losing big. he'd be up one night, down another, it would all even out. his father liked to remind him that he wasn't some american party boy having a bachelor party every night. vaughn loved his son and really only wanted his sons to be more successful in the bratva than he is some day. however, this didn't stop him from reminding avel that he was a contract killer and he should be taking everything a little more seriously than he usually did. avel recognized that he wasn't this overall cold cut throat russian super soldier, but he couldn't help that he liked having some fun. and when you were given a job that made him only called upon when someone needed to get offed, it gave him some free time. it was why he was running a sex club during the day, he had the time to do so. but all avel could do was shrug and blame his lovely mother that his personality made him go to one extreme to another, never stopping to catch his breath. slot machines were for pussies, so avel and whatever people decided to join him stayed away from them. no, there were in for high stakes limits and games. you couldn't be surprised that these russians could only play these types of games since they tended to gamble with their lives on a daily basis. like most nights, they were "that table." the one that was the loudest, was the most interesting, and had people lingering to see which guy was having the current streak. that streak right now was avel. it was a craps kind of night because he didn't have the patience for anything else. the chatter around the craps table was a mixture of russian and english, sometimes both in one sentence. for casino-goers that mattered, there was more lingering around them. a table full of russians most likely meant that they were "those russians." the ones that were dangerous, criminal, and ran the casino. avel rolled the two dice between his fingers, as it was his turn to throw the dice. cocktail waitresses came by, refilling everyone's order as the dealer announced no more bets were to be placed. fingers were crossed, wishing had started, and most eyes were on him. he looked to his right, and of course, a woman caught his eye. didn't take much for him to get distracted. she walked close enough to their table that he simply was able to nudge her on the shoulder and gave her a smile. "i'm looking for a little of a lady's luck," he explained, pulling his hand up to reveal the two die in his palm, suggesting for her to blow on them. the old superstition. "help a poor guy out?" tag: open! (meh, but preferably a girl. it'd be awkward if it wasn't.) location: the inferno - casino floor outfit: here notes: woo! template by eliza @ sp & rcr |
