Azrael is sitting at the Draw Poker
Table. He has a nice big stack of chips infront
of him. He watches the other player with a gaze
that is blank as it can be. He doesn't look at
the cards in his hand, just eyeing the players
around the table. He pushes in what amounts to
about $5,000. Cards fold except for one other.
Wavy black hair, crowns the man before
you. It is cut short in the front and sides,
tapered in the back to middle of his neck. His
clean shaven features hint of baby face that
he'll likely never out grow. Despite his youthful
face, there comes a hint of experience in the icy
blue eyes that return your glance. Nothing
aggressive per say, but watchful and calculating
of anyone that pays him obvious attention. Hard
muscle gives the impression of someone who is
dedicated to exercise, but not body building. His
stride and the way he moves implies a self
confidence that is impossible to deny.
Black silk wraps his upper body at the
moment, the top two buttons open to reveal a hint
of his chest. A black, leather coat hugs his form
and stops just behind his knees. Black khaki
pants fit his waist and legs just right. A black
leather belt wraps his waist with a simple gold
clasp to hold it. Black leather loafers encase
his feet, fitting with just a hint of the black
socks underneath. All and all a well dressed,
almost respectable looking fellow.
Aria steps away from the cashier, a heavy
tray of chips in her delicate, white hands. She
pauses for a moment, and takes a deep breath of
the dry, cool, oxygenated air of the Casino. She
seems at peace for an instant, before taking
bouncing steps toward the Poker table. She slides
gracefully into a seat, places her chips on the
table, and antes up without a word.
This young woman moves with a dignity and
grace beyond her years. She has pale and smooth
white skin, almost luminous. Her hair is black as
a raven, long and straight. Bright azure eyes
peer out with intensity from beneath her silky
strands. She has a small, thin nose which turns
up very slightly at the tip. She is dressed in a
brightly colored sundress which dances in the
desert wind.
Azrael finishes the hand, the other man
giving up a great deal of money. He turns to the
new player and offers a polite nod. He starts to
stack his chips back into his pile. He motions
for someone to come to cash him in,"Gentlemen. I
believe you have someone new to take your money."
he comments, giving you another look,"My dear, I
wish I had the time to see your play."
Aria peers intently at the victor, her
wide blue eyes seeming to stare through him. "Oh,
don't worry my dear," she says in a thick
southern drawl, "Something tells me we both will
have a long while to get to know each other. Good
evening, Sir." She then turns her attention to
the cards, and the game, after giving a polite
nod.
"I'll look forward to it." he says softly
and nods to the lady who comes to cash him in. He
hands a $500 chip to the dealer with a wink and a
'devil may care' smile that gets a flush, a soft
laugh, and a thank you from the dealer. He nods
to her as well,"Of course. You take care of me I
take care of you." Of course she didn't really
take care of him, he just made a fat win and
wanted to share a little of the
wealth,"Gentlemen. I leave you to your fate." He
turns and walks with the chip collector to get
his winnings for the night. As he leaves he gets
a lot of dirty looks from some men who have a
considerably light wallet. One of them mutters
the word "Azzhole". It doesn't sound so very
affectionate at all. Apparently he isn't overly
popular when he takes everyone's money.