Realistic or Modern The Snake Bites

[Ticl]

Sleek as a snake, Marley Scarlise stepped out of his swanky car, a pair of glossy black sunglasses perched atop the end of his straight nose, despite the evading sun hiding behind thick, smoggy clouds. His brassy hair was flawlessly swept behind his ears and his crispy autumn outerwear was a striking indicator of his healthy bank account. However his surroundings were quite the opposite, dim and dirty with a concrete downtown painted over graffiti and cigarette butts, obviously a low economic environment compared to Marley’s unparalleled visage who locked his car over his shoulder. Casually ignoring the state it was in as one wheel completely breached onto the sidewalk.

Regardless of how it looked with the man casually strolling, Marley was actually working, firm hand wrapped around the handle of a heavier then it looked Gladstone duffle bag and icy blue eyes trained forward towards his target... or more traditionally, his workplace.

The Casino “purgatory” matched the street it opened onto, dingy with undesirables filing in and out at a steady pace. The patrons were regulars, spending their waking hours slapping their chosen poker machines well into the young hours of the morning. Constantly feeding and taking and feeding until there was little more to give. Others enjoyed a dusty drink at a dirt cheap price. But the majority carried with them not drinks or gambling debts, but stained cash, be in blood soaked or drug smeared, stacks of murkily attained bills waiting to be bleached and deposited appropriately without a trace of their original origins. And if it wasn’t already crystal clear, that was Marley’s job.

A job that was suddenly interrupted by the familiar shape of another man, an unmistakably tall eyesore with a pretty face. Close enough to Purgatory that it looked like he might wander right inside. A sharp grin cut across Marley’s face when he noticed and he was quick to stalk right up beside the other, his preoccupied hands settling behind his back in a half assed attempt to hide his bagged goods. “Can’t stay away, can ya Bubs?” He mused up with a honeyed voice, cold eyes scrutinizing him over the rim of his sunglasses. “Are you coming inside this time or are you going to loiter around like it’s some holiday destination?” He raised his brows suavely, almost boxing the other between the open casino and himself.

Marley knew that he probably shouldn’t be hanging around outside too long and by the look of the bouncers they were irritably waiting for him to do his job. Thankfully though, Marley was his own boss, and it didn’t matter who’s angry gaze landed on him next, everything would come in due time, it was his bloody show. “Come in, have a game, have a drink, it won’t kill ya.”

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[walteryosmite]

Vati Mogilevich spent much of his day to day life simply wandering the different parts of the city. A tall drink of water, roughly 78 inches tall, he was not exactly built to be conspicuous. Built broad and strong most would avoid him for his blatant muscle. However, he didn't exactly try to hide himself ever. With a habit of wearing vibrant colors, from plain neons to tie-dyes, he stuck out like a sore thumb. Even his hair didn't fall short of this strange appearance, dyed a few shades pinker than the strawberry blonde he was born to be. Green eyes always filled with eagerness and energy, he truly looked the part of the easiest sucker for any con artists.

As of late he had been spending his time near a newer Casino in the area. He obviously enjoyed the bright lights and basic tactics that would draw anyone's attention. For the last few days Vati had been observing those that were coming and going. Seeing those come in with excitement for a slim possibility to win, only to leave with empty pockets and crushed spirits. The proprietor was swaggering his way to his business just to Vati's flank. He wouldn't quite realize he was there or speaking to him until he heard the nickname. He'd turn his head to see the thin man, a sly smile plastered on the owner's face. Vati gave him a warm smile and chuckled semi-nervously, "You caught me again, Marley. Seems my plan to not hide again really gave me away, huh?" his voice was a pleasant and calming depth, certainly matching his stature.

Vati's eyes would look back towards the building, reflexively reaching back to check if his wallet was still with him. Who would pick pocket him is likely someone not fond of their fingers. Vati would sigh to himself, letting his head tilt to the side as he turned towards marley once more. "I'll come in for a game or two. I'd only take a drink if it isn't watered down." his words were nearly always upbeat, regardless what he was speaking about. "Would you want to join me, Coins?" He'd ask, holding a paw of a hand out towards the sleek man. "Oh! I'm sorry. You must be busy with all of your...." he'd lean slightly to peer at the bag that wasn't exactly well hidden. "Er.... supplies."

 

[Ticl]

Marley ran his tongue over his bottom lip, thinking for a moment. Not often did lovely colorful strangers actually accept his offers so who was he to turn away? The next hour or so of work could be finished anytime. In fact, the only customer waiting was his Father, known to his workers as ‘The Snake’ Scarlise and to his enemies as 'Oh God no, don't kill my children, Don Scarlise'. And thankfully Coins was a good boy in his Daddy’s eyes, could do no wrong! However, his soddy underlings were a different story. They couldn’t be trusted with anything of the sort.

“Guilty,” he cooed, revealing his not so hidden work, “Although, it’s none of our concern if you’d prefer playing a little game with me instead.” He grinned devilishly before seizing the offered wrist with an icy grip and beckoning the other man inside. “Careful with that,” he barked before not so gracefully dumping the heavy bag into the closest bouncer's arm and turning his full attention onto Bubbles. ‘Cutesy’ visage and all.

He was a sight for sore eyes against the gritty background, tall and firm, all muscle and intimidating physique buffed out by pretty colors. But not to Marley, despite his own height and weight he saw himself as powerful even compared to such a person, a complete force to be reckoned with actually. He liked to think he could read people without qualms, and he read Bubbles as being… easy to control. The way he spoke, unsure? nervous? almost as if he had no other choice than to do as Marley asked. And Coin’s couldn’t say he didn’t want that, he was a big guy, could be worth having on his side.

“Don’t sound so hesitant, this place can be a lot of fun if you’re with the right people.”

 

[walteryosmite]

Vati had always acted like this; easy going and excitable. Though, not a fool, he enjoyed adventures and exploration. New places were exciting and dangerous activities were a thrill. Marley, as of recent, may have been that current danger. An owner of a casino, a casino where no one seems to leave happy. Vati smiled at Marley as he spoke, yelping slightly as he was yanked along. "What sort of game, Marley? I didn't know you knew how to deal." He'd reply in kind, blinking slightly as he watched the rucksack being tossed haphazardly at one of the doormen.

Vati was dragged into with little resistance, as there seemed to be no reason to fight back at the moment. Marley seemed to have something in mind, though he couldn't quite get that read on him. "Did I sound nervous, Marley?" He'd ask, chuckling once as he rubbed his neck. "I suppose it's been some time since I last gambled... hm.. maybe I am nervous after all." He'd muse aloud, tapping his chin as he made sure to keep pace with the thin man. "Make sure to go easy on me at first.~" he'd speak with a boyish charm though his ADHD eyes kept on a constant swivel. Pretty well put together even in a dreary city like this. Pretty much everything was designed to suck your attention towards it, an ADHD's worst nightmare. "What are we playing, Marley?"