VFF The Book Continues part 5
POSTED BY: Colt999
UPDATED: Monday, March 16, 2009 23:49
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98% of teens have smoked pot, if you are one of the 2% that haven't, copy this into your signature.
Stan: So it was like a car hitting a cow then a wall.
Stan: CCCRRRRRRRUNNNNCHEEEEECHHHHMOOOOOO
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*The game continues into the next hand. Oram deals the cards out after everyone contributes to the pot and the tall card is revealed -orange-. Stan bets, Mobbex matches, Oram calls as well.*
Stan: "So... are we just going to bet chores all night? Or are we going to make this interesting?"
Mobbex: "Waddaya got in mind, huh?"
Stan: "How about food?"
Oram: "Nah, how about some booze?"
*Stan and Mobbex glance at her, then each other. Then they both look at Abbey; Who's leaning against the counter of the galley kitchen, sipping her orange beverage and watching the flow of the game.*
Stan: "I have some food down in my room. Two bundles of individualy wrapped meals. I bet two packs of rice noodles... they have sauce packets."
Mobbex: "I'll match that with this..." *He pulls a very large bar wrapped in bright red plastic, out of his boot. Dark chocolate covered cherry marzipan.*
Mobbex: "Migh' be a lil' mashed up on one end though..."
Oram : "How could I match that?"
Stan: "What do you got?"
*Oram thinks for a moment then grins slightly. Reaching into her pocket she produces a flask.*
Oram: "Bourbon... whiskey, very good stuff." *She sets the flask down in the middle of the pot.*
Stan: *Glancing at Oram then Mobbex.* "I'll take a few new cards... " *He discards three as Oram passes him three new cards from the top of the deck.*
Mobbex: "Check..." *He's watching Oram like she's about to turn into a purple weasel.*
Oram: "Well I guess this tall card is mine..." *She rearranges her hand slightly after adding the tall.*
Stan: "I'll raise two more packs of food..."
Mobbex: "I don't got anything else..." *He tosses three chore slips into the pot. Two dishes and a Filter scrubbing.*
*Oram does the same. They all set they're cards out on the table. Stan has three plums, Mobbex has three apples, all eights and a turtle, and Oram has three peaches, eights as well and a dragon as the kicker.*
Oram: "HAH! Can't beat that. My pot!" *She stacks her winnings neatly beside her hand.*
*Stan shrugs and collects the cards. Mobbex glares at Oram and leans back in his chair, which groans heavily and tips backward, causing the merc to bump his head.*
Mobbex: "Whhaa! Cào!..." *He picks himself back up and kicks the chair.* "Ruttin' chair.
*Stan, shaking his head, gets up and leaves the galley. Abbey grins, amused and continues to just sip her drink and watch.*
Oram: *To Mobbex* "Just get another one."
*Mobbex just mumbles, stands the chair back up and sits in it. Returning with an armful of food packets, Stan hands four to Oram and places the rest on the floor beside his chair. He sits and begins to shuffle the deck.*
Stan: "Alright."
*He gives the tall card deck to Oram and deals everyone five cards each. He eyes his deck carefully.*
Mobbex: "I want new cards." *He tosses three at Stan who gives him three more in return.*
Oram: "Yeah.. me too." *She places two cards in front of Stan, who replaces them from the top of the deck.*
Stan: "Well I bet more Dishes, not a big fan of dishes...."
Mobbex: "I call ya that."
Oram: "I'll raise you Trash." *She tosses the slip into the pot*
Stan: "Sure, why not" *He matches her raise, as does Mobbex.*
Stan: "I check"
Mobbex: "Me too."
Oram: "Well I might as well..."
Stan: "Fine then... dealer gets the tall."
Mobbex: "Haha! Look at 'em and cry..." *He has a straight flush*
*Stan and Oram groan in unison and toss their cards on the table. Mobbex grins cockily, takes the cards and starts the next hand. Abbey walks back over to Stan and glances at his cards.*
Abbey: *In a low whisper* "That's not a bad hand, just get rid of those two peaches.*
*Oram bets Deck washing, Stan get's two new cards and Mobbex raises Laundry and Dishes. Everyone matches. Oram checks.*
Abbey: "Very nice hand... now claim that tall card." *Stan does.*
*Mobbex squints suspiciously at Abbey. He leans forward onto the table and his chair makes a noise like a dying cow.*
Mobbex: "Dammit... BAH! I be
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*Brit is sitting on the floor with a melancholy expression on her face. Her eyes glaze over a bit as she stares down at the floor. She sighs heavily. Flashbacks fill her mind. She feels like she's going crazy again*
Urghh....
**Flashback**
*A tall man with a doctor's mask looked over the operating table as a more than bright light shone in Brit's eyes*
Doctor: Brit? Can you understand me?
Brit: *Nods* I can understand you. Is it over now?
Doctor: *He stands up straight and moves the light from her eyes* Well this is just the first series of tests. Later on, when we think we've got it right, we'll send you out.
Brit: Send me out... you mean in the 'verse.
Doctor: Right. How did you know that? *Grins*
Brit: I just... knew.
Doctor: Good. Well you will be meeting with a Blue Sun official in a few. Stay here, okay?
Brit: Okay, but... what will I be meeting with him for? Is it an interview?
Doctor: Once again, you are correct.
Brit: Oh. Okay then.
**End of Flashback**
*Brit's eyes open as she is lying on the ground by now. The lights on the cieling are shining in her eye as the lamp did in her flashback*
Intuition is an understatement... At the least, too debateable.
*Brit stands up & stares like a deer in the headlights. She just stands there until someone decides to come and awaken her from her trance*
[Ughhh.... so what can I say? I've been gone for a really long time and I haven't posted since May 14th. I'm so sorry guys. It's been really hard with the loss of a family member. I've hardly been able to keep in touch with Sky, but it looks like she hasn't been on much either. Her Uncle still isn't doing too great either. Um, well, again, I'm sorry for not being on... I don't want to leave, I promise. It's just... I got a job that's been working me all day, all week, and when I'm home I'm sleeping, and then I also work at a K through 12th grade school now in math and literature tutoring. It's been busy for me... again... sooo sooo sorry. Love you guys. Bookies 4ever.]
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"You know what the chain of command is? It's the chain I go get and beat you with until you understand who's in ruttin' command here!" - Jayne Cobb (Firefly)
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Originally posted by Strangebird:
*Mobbex squints suspiciously at Abbey. He leans forward onto the table and his chair makes a noise like a dying cow.*
Mobbex: "Dammit... BAH! I bet trash."
*The hand ends and Stan reveals his own straight flush. Mobbex swears foully and Oram laughs. Stan claims his pot and the dealership passes to Oram for the next hand.*
A couple of more hands play out. Stan wins most, Oram the others and Mobbex is having a horrible losing streak. If he continues losing, he’ll run out of things to bet soon.
Another hand is dealt.
Abbey *whispering to Stan again*: Fold. Nothing good will come of those cards.
Stan: You sure? *One ‘do you have to ask’ look from abbey and he does as she recommends.* I’m out.
Oram ends up winning the hand, taking a little more of Mobbex’s currency. He looks up at abbey, clearly annoyed.
Mobbex: What do you think you’re doing?
Abbey *sips her drink*: Nothing, just watching the game.
Mobbex: And what’s that you been whispering to Stan about?
Abbey: A little coaching on how to play with the cards he’s dealt.
Mobbex *grousing*: Yeah. Coaching…
Another hand is dealt out. Abbey looks over Stan’s cards and whispers something into his ear. Mobbex is starting to get really annoyed now.
Mobbex: Why don’t we just deal you in if you want to play so badly?
Abbey: I don’t want to play and I wouldn’t even if I wanted to.
Mobbex: And why is that?
Abbey *serious*: It wouldn’t be ethical.
Oram and Stan choke on their drinks before erupting in laughter. Mobbex growls and continues to glare at her.
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Mobbex keeps a watchful eye on Abbey as Stan is handing out the cards.
'The hell's she tryin' to fool? he thinks to himself. 'Gal ain't coachin' squat! Hell, she's rulin' on the kid's every move! That just ain't kosher...
Oram: *seizes the Tall Card deck and turns the top card face up* Ladies and kids, cherries are tall.
Mobbex unwittingly tunes out Oram's latest barb as his thoughts are now solely focused on the fiendish vixen standing by Stan's shoulder.
One o' these days I'll just... Aw, I dunno what's stoppin' me from... Oram thwacks him on the arm, derailing his train of thought.
Oram: Hey! *clicks her fingers before his visage, finally earning his attention* You playin' or not?
Mobbex: Huh, yeah... playin'. *reaches for his increasingly diminishing pile of paper strips and tosses one in the pot* Chute hosing.
Oram: *nods appreciatively* Hmm... I raise vent crawling.
Stan: *a look of revulsion comes upon his face* I see you guys are bringing out the big guns... *he pauses as Abbey leans down to whisper something into his ear, then tips his head in agreement* ...I'll call that.
Mobbex gives a low grumble as his face progressively takes on a a brick-red tint.
Mobbex: *unceremoniously throws a pair of card Stan's way* I'ma take two... *adds in an undertone* ...dipstick.
Oram: All righty... *scoops up the Tall card and slips it into her hand* ...cherry's mine.
Stan: *concerts with Abbey for a brief moment (Mobbex twitches at the exchange) before leisurely turning to his opponents again* I'll take one. *discards a card and draws another*
Mobbex: *grudgingly discloses his hand* I've got two pairs.
Oram: Rats! *sighs and leans back into her seat* I knew I should've folded.
Mobbex, seeming to have recovered some of his lost aplomb: Hah! *turns to Stan* An' wha' do you got?
Stan: *grins sheepishly and sets his cards on the table, revealing a threesome of apples* Seems this is my kind of fun, after all.
Oram throws her hands in the air in an unequivocal gesture of exasperation, but keeps mum.
Mobbex, on the other hand, is much more demonstrative in his reaction.
Mobbex: *roars thunderously* Mi tian GOHN ! *gets to his feet and forcefully bashes the table with the flat of his palm* I've had it up here with this dung! *points a stout, callused finger at Abbey* Either y'take a seat an' partake in the game proper or y'push off!
Abbey: *raises her voice to rival his clamorousness* How dare you! I'm as much a part of this crew as anybody else in this room, you have no right to make such demands on me!
Mobbex: Don't you friggin' preach on me now! 'Else I might just blow a lid'n shove you out the door myself! How'd you like that?
Abbey: *lets out a snort of outrage* I don't believe this... are you actually threatening me?
Mobbex: Tag it whatever y' want, a'dun give half a rut! Anyways, you're's dumb as a rock y' think I'm gonna let m'self get stung by some prudish chang fu with airs o' righteous priggery. I ain't havin' this no more!
Abbey, a steely edge creeping into her voice: That's it! I will NOT have you talking to me like this!
Mobbex: *smirks* Wha'? Y' think playin' kissy-face with the captain gets y' some special standing or somesuch? *cackles with laughter at the notion* Think again, duchess. If anythin', you bonkin' about the place with the first willin' bloke that comes along just serves to make all that goody-goody apparatus look a lil' more redundant. *shakes his head wryly* An' to think that one time I mistook ya for a gal of style...
Abbey narrows her eyes at him and is just about ready to return like for like when Oram literally jumps in.
Oram: *leaps out of her chair and gets right in the mercenary's face* HEY! Chill out, already! It's just a ruttin' game, no need to get all riled up over it! Good god! You know you're way more trouble than you're worth? Really I'm scratchin' my head as to how you haven't got yourself spaced out by now! It just...
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*Stan watches Abbey as she leaves, then turns to the massive mercenary.*
Stan: "Sure... why the hell not."
*A few more hands play out. Mobbex wins the first but Stan wins the rest. In the end Mobbex is left with one remaining chore slip.*
Stan: *Shuffling the cards before the next hand* "Doesn't look like you have anything left there, man."
Mobbex: "Yeah... yeah..." *He mumbles some insult Stan doesn't quite catch*
Stan: "Well you're going to have to bet something."
Mobbex: *Pulling a wad of paper bills from his pocket* "I got cash, that good 'nuff?"
*Stan nods and begins the next hand. Betting proceeds smoothing. In the end Stan wins again and Mobbex is left with half the money he had at the start.*
Mobbex: *Mumbling* "Ruttin' damn.... pi goh.... "
*The next three rounds go no better. Mobbex bets more wisely but still ends up losing it all. After the last round Stan leans back in his chair and grins.*
"I'm fairly sure Mobbex won't let this end quietly, but I doubt that the big mercenary will do anything too violent. Besides... *He pats the small black case on his hip...*
Stan: "Well... you don't seem to have anything left to bet. We done then?"
Mobbex: "You ruttin' think I'm going to let you walk away with all my cash and leave me with a month worth of work'n?"
Stan: ".... well then what do you got?"
*Mobbex glares at him and stands up quickly, his chair screeching painfully on the floor, for a moment Stan thinks he might be preparing to jump him. He snorts and storms out of the galley, heading off in the direction of his bunk. Stan raises his eyebrow and wonders again what he's got planned. Mobbex returns after a few moments, carrying a sturdy, slightly battered armored vest. He places it roughly onto the table then takes his seat.*
Mobbex: "That good enough for you?"
*Stan eyes the flak vest suspiciously. Then picks it up to examine it more closely. He turns it over and checks the fastenings. Feeling confident that it would not only fit him, but probably stop any low caliber bullet.*
Stan: "Yeah... ok how's this sound? You win the next hand, you get back everything I've won tonight." *Mobbex smirks* " But.. if you lose I win the vest, keep all my winnings... and you have to apologize to Abbey for what you said to her."
*Mobbex squints at him. He seems to take a moment to consider the terms of the deal then nods slowly.*
Mobbex: "Yeah.. fine. Whatever."
*Mobbex shuffles the cards quickly then deals Stan his cards, then his own. He picks them up and stares blankly at them. Stan eyes his own cards, inwardly chuckling as he sees three plums and a Dragon.... the makings of a nice hand.*
Stan: *After some thought* "I'll take one new..." *He slides a card to Mobbex, who deals him a fresh card. Another plum.*
*Mobbex looks over his cards and squints at Stan... then swaps out two of his own cards. He mumbles, then pulls two pills from his pocket and tosses them back dry.*
Stan: "I'll check."
*Mobbex grins smugly and spreads his cards out on the table, four apples and a phoenix. Stan sighs deceptively then sets his own cards out, four plums and a dragon as the kicker. Stan's hand just barely beats what Mobbex has. Mobbex swears with barely contained frustration and anger. He slams his fist on the table. He pushes the vest roughly towards Stan then walks over to the galley wall, where he opens a cabinet and pulls out a bottle of saki... which he chugs about a pint of then returns to it's place. Stan blinks and watches the display.*
Mobbex: *Glaring at him.* "Alrigh' fine... I'll 'pologize ta the lady."
*He turns and heads off towards the direction Abbey had taken much early. Just as he reaches the door she enters.*
Abbey: "I also wanted to let you...."
*Mobbex, standing directly infront of her, barely a foot and a half away, sways slightly then takes on a slightly lighter pallor.*
Abbey: "What are you..."
*He holds his stomach, then with a pained groan vomits a gush of bile and alcohol all over her shoulder an
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