Archived Roleplay:Fate and Bizarro's RP

Garret and Analeese
Garret: Garret was sitting around the Dining Pavilion playing poker with other Aphrodite kids. He clearly won the most money out of everyone playing.

Analeese: She walks to the Dining Pavillion, after fixing her bike. She is wearing a blue flannel shirt that belonged to her brother over a t-shirt and leather leggings. She sits at the Nemesis table, her light eyes carefully watching Garret play poker. "I'll play." She shrugs her slim shoulders and turns to face him.

Garret: "Oh... It's you." Garret cringes at the sight of her. *Sigh* "Then sit your ass down." Garret deals five cards to Analeese. "I hope you have a a lot of money in your wallet."

Analeese: "I have enough. Are you prepared to play pretty boy?" She sits herself down, facing opposite the son of Aphrodite and glances to her cards, her lips twisted into a faint smirk. "I haven't seen you around after our fight, it was a good one." She concedes and places her small blind bet, a couple of dollars to the centre of the table.

Garret: *Showing no emotion* "Getting cocky after a single fight, aren't we?" Garret bets half of his winnings. "One win and you think you're unstoppable, don't you?"

Analeese: She shrugs her shoulders again, acting completely nonchalant. "Someone's bitter." She remarks and wisely decides to check and glance back down to her hand. "Who taught you to fight like that? " Ana asked, glancing upwards to meet his pokerface.

Garret: Garret cringes at that question but manages to maintain a lack of emotion. "Who wants to know? Now, what's your hand have?"

Analeese: She places down her cards. "Three of a kind" She says and prepares to push some money to Garret's side of the table. "Poker isn't my game. I mostly played blackjack, but I can tell a pokerface when I see one. Why are you avoiding my question?"

Garret: Garret shows his cards. "Royal flush." Garret takes all of Analeese's money. "Wanna play blackjack? Then let's play blackjack." Garret deals two cards to Analeese and bets most of his money in his stack. "And I fail to see why you NEED to know how I train."

Analeese: She tosses the few dollars she has across the table. "I don't care." She replies honestly and shuffles her cards. "Hit or miss?" She asks and places her first card on the table, a nine of hearts. "Isn't curiosity enough of a reason?"

Garret: Garret looks at his cards, Ace of diamonds and 8 of clubs. "I'll stand. And what? Have you made it your mission to learn about my personal life?"

Analeese: "Fuck it then..." She replies and takes another card, putting the ten of spades onto the table. "I thought you were different to everyone else round here. Besides what better way to learn the game than to play with an assassin?"

Garret: "And what exactly made me different from everyone else?"

Analeese: "You mean apart from the stupid tux and hair?" She smirks and rolls her shoulders back. "I thought you would be tougher, more intelligent, everyone around here is soft, sleeping in their comfy beds, pigging out when there's a real world out there."

Garret: "They always make fun of the hair... So you're saying that because I'm a camper here, I'm basically another close minded weakling? "

Analeese: "It's not very subtle." Analeese admits. "Not really. You're a lot more uptight than I expected, but you're more interesting than that lot. I would rather be on my own again, than forced to live here in the company of idiots. Fortunately I don't think stupidity is contagious."

Garret: "OK fine, I can lose my temper at times." Garret admits. "And I know how you feel. Being stuck in a cabin full of fashionistas and pretty boys who don't take anything besides their looks seriously isn't exactly what I prefer either."

Analeese: "I guess you're not so bad yourself, apart from the hair." Analeese teases, her lips turning into a wild smirk. She leans backwards for a moment, propping her weight on her elbows. "You should teach me a few of your moves, maybe I'll teach you a few of mine and we can have a rematch."

Garret: "Not even if my life depended on it." Garret glares at Analeese

Analeese: "Scared you'll lose again?" Analeese retorts. "It doesn't matter. I thought it would be better than braiding each other's hair and talking about American Idol." She shrugged her slender shoulders, sitting herself upright. "Got to pass the time somehow. One day, your life may depend on it."

Garret: Garret gets up, pulls out his necklace from his pocket and it transforms into his sword. He points the tip of the sword at Analeese's neck under her chin. "However, taking your life right now wouldn't be considered an actual fight."