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  Rat Race IFF

Okay, I think I've waited long enough. BTW, instead of closing that Joining Form, go ahead and leave it open for OOC stuff.

State: Navada
Place: Gold Rush Casino in Reno

Rock grumbled as he walked around, looking for a slot machine that didn't have a rusted lever. After forcefully volunteering to pay for the New Years banquet, he had to find some way of getting money.

He finally found a slot machine with a working lever and popped a coin in. Afer a few seconds of spinning, all slots landed on "Jackpot". Rock had expected a flood of coins to come out...instead, he got a gold coin with a strange marking on it.

OOC: You can find your own way of getting a coin as long as is into the Gold Rush Casino.

Tom walked around,he definately didn`t blend in,carting a large grey wrapped object over his shoulder.He tried to walk into a casino but was picked up by the scruff and tossed back onto the street.

"HEY!"

"your too young to gamble son so go home to your parents"

"...bugger..."

He spotted his chance though as a catering group was going in a service entrance,he followed behind and snuck into the kitchen,how he did that with his weapon on his shoulder is beyond the point.He grabbed something he could and quickly ducked into a store room.

"ah a nice sub sandwich,ah well don`t need the other 2 feet to it"

He clamped his jaws down on it and his eyes snapped open.

"OW sonofa!!"

He rubbed his mouth and found what had stopped his eating,a gold coin.

"....okay so I`ve got cash but damn that..."

"what are you doing in here kid!"

"....uh-oh"

Andrew was having a few drinks at the bar. He had come to Nevada to relax. And what better way to relax than to hit Las Vegas? Andrew wasn't a gambler by nature but he always enjoyed watching others lose their hard earned dough on rigged games. Made him feel better about his own financial situation.

"I wish I could make enough money to finish paying for my base." Andrew sighed. "But how am I gonna find enough so soon?"

He turned to look out at the gamblers and saw a man in a black suit talking to some middle-aged man who could have passed for a mobster. The suited chap gave the mobster a gold coin. Andrew's eyes narrowed and his mouth slowly formed into a devious smile.

Andrew payed for his drinks and slipped off after the man. He seemed happy to have the coin and flipped it like a lucky charm. The coin went up...and landed in Andrew's hand. In the split second between takeoff and landing Andrew had disposed of the guy who was in between him and a fortune.

"Looks like this is my lucky day." Andrew said as he walked off. "This should be worth a few shekels."

***
In a room filled with several aristocrats, a cheer rings out. Apparently Maxim Dodger and William Harrison just won a bet.

Reine rolled the dice as she called out a hard eight, she had won yet again. She gathered her winnings from the table and cashed them, settling down at a barstool with a glass of their strongest stuff in front of her.

She smirked gently and looked around at everyone, someone was talking rather loudly about what he had been paid with, a weird coin.

She eyed the bartender carefully as he had his palm out to his manager.

A shot rang out into the air, the coin was flung into the air by the now murdered bartender and she ran to the side, reaching out and grabbing it as it fell.

Turning from the place she went to flee from the cops.

Someone was catching up on Reine and a meatcleaver flew past them.

Tom : "your running from?"

Reine : "...oh gawd its you,cops...you?"

Tom : "insane chefs,who don`t like to give freebies.."

The mob didn't get far as a man stepped up in front of them. They stopped cold.

"Come come, people. There's no need to be violent. These special guests are coming with me." he said, gesturing to Tom and Reine.

"But..."

"I'm running a contest, idiot. I won't have my guests lose before they even start."

"Sorry, sir."

In a split second everone who was chasing Tom and Reine had left.


Andrew was stopped by a strong grip. There was a hand on his shoulder and attacted to it was a man in a business suit with shades.

"Excuse me, sir. I would like to have a talk with you. Please come this way."

"So we're in agreement, gambling, under certain conditions, can be benificial to a community?"
"Well, yeah, but there are better ways to-"
"Ah, but some communities have no other ways to get tourists or income, such as indian reservations. And, in these reservations, they not only generally make much more income than they would otherwise, but put it to good use, such as education and public maintanence and... suchlike."
"Well, guess that's true..."
"So, Fred, wouldn't you say that that justifies casinos on Indian Reservations?"
"Yes, I suppose so."
"But Fred... if we were to allow something only for the indians, and noone else, that would be rascist, wouldn't it?"
"Well, I don't know about-"
"So we're in agreement!"
Before Fred could respond, the teen punched out the screen over the ventilation duct and crawled out, followed by the bizzare floating smilie.
"Now to go spend those ten bucks I found outside..." He passed by some slot machines, "I need to find something that relies on a certain amount of skill rather than pure luck..." a baccarat table, "but something I understand..." a poker table, "something I understand..."
He approached a blackjack table and got $10 worth of chips. Soon he had a single $1 chip. "Well, that was fun, might as well cash this in."
"Sorry, we can't trade chips for money here, we can't be sure they aren't counterfeit."
"But... I just..."
"I said we can't trade chips for money at this table."
Author X and Good Fred wandered off, slightly confused, until they found an automatic changer. But instead of the expected four quarters, he got three quarters and a gold coin with an odd symbol pressed into it. "Gweh...?"

"Contestants?" Reine looked at him curiously and put a hand on her hip. "Look thanks for bailing me out but this whole contestant thing is a bunch of bull."

Tom couldn`t take his eyes off Reine but shook his head and looked at the guy,"what are you talking about,I never entered anything and winding up being part of a contest you don`t enter is always the quickest route to failure"

The man fake pouted.

"Aw, gee. That's too bad. And here I thought you'd be interested in a million dollars."


Another Agent spoted Author X and a...thing staring at the gold coin. He smirked and walked over to the two.

"Can I interest you in a contest for 1 million dollars? I only allow those with gold coins to enter, but supporters are welcomed as well. You will need all the help you can get."

Author X smiled widely, but his exact expression was hard to discern because of the sunglasses and helmet.
"Alright, sure. But, uh, only if you or your boss agrees not to turn me in for underage gambling. And I mean legally binding." He pulled a small, official-looking scroll out of his pocket, held it against the wall, and wrote out a short contract, with a blank line at the bottom for a signature.

"Not a problem, kid," the man said, "any contestant with a gold coin...even a little baby is destined to partisapate in this contest."

Tom felt around in his pockets and brought out the gold coin,it had several teeth shaped dents in it.

Reine : "how?"

Tom : "long story,million bucks eh?.....hmm"

She rolled her eyes.
"You can stop talking to me at any time."

"nah thats alright"

AX happily helped up the agent, who was clutching his kneecap. "That's okay, I was just hoping to get you to sign the contract, that never works anyway. Don't worry, I usually break something when people make a crack at my age but your offer intrigues me."

Andrew sat in a waiting room, reading a magazine. The man who had come up to him explained the situation rather quickly and then had brought him here. It was taking a while for the other contestants to arrive, however, and Andrew was horribly bored.

"Where are these guys?"