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Post by Nate6595 April 23rd 2022, 5:02 pm

As soon as Vince entered the VIP area there were eyes turned on him. He saw grinning faces, hands and drinks raised in his direction and a few calls of his name as he was welcomed into the private section of the Casino. The smiles, the waves, and the greetings were all returned as he made his way across the floor, making sure anyone who had something to say got the chance to say it. It was a steady night in the VIP lounge of the Westerhall Casino which made Vince’s crossing all the more tedious to make.

In the six months, Vincent Taylor had been working as a private bodyguard to one of the upper echelon members of the casino, he had made great strides in becoming a notable person who was well-regarded by most of the VIP members. He had given some gambling advice to some fresh-faced college grads who had earned membership through their wealthy families, earning their respect with ease.  He often helped a couple of the bartenders haul up some of the heavier cases of drinks, which got him more than one free drink over the last few months. He was sure to flirt and compliment a few of the single…or just lonely women who were enjoying the evening at the casino, ensuring that they didn’t feel unappreciated. And, with some care, he had managed to help a few of the dealers vent about a few of the noisy and rougher clients they had to deal with.

He was well-liked and made good impressions all around.

This all, of course, was a lie. Vincent Tayor was a lie. Most of everything he did was an act, a show of sorts. Vincent Taylor didn't actually exist, or rather, he had only existed for the six months he had spent in Vegas. Nicolas was Vince's real, and Nicolas had spent these last few months on a very different job compared to Vince. While Vince was the bodyguard to one Jonas Higgs, Nicolas was working on the long con, building trust and getting close. Jonas Higgs was the cousin to one Adrien Higgs, head honcho of the Higgs Crime Family, a small, but well-respected mob here in Vegas. Nicolas's job was easy, bar getting close to Adrien, which was to sell them on a product that didn't actually exist. By the time they would find out this, all traces of Vincent Taylor would be gone, along with most of their money.

It was all coming into place. Tonight, just a few minutes from now, a meeting would take place discussing the future of the Mob's finances, what it would delving its funds into and what their goals were. Vince might accidentally blurt something out, and from there it was just a simple job of getting traction. It would be easy enough with his reputation. It was essentially smooth sailing from here.

He leaned on the railing of the VIP club, looking out and into the rest of the casino. It was the second floor and had a good view of it all, the games, the people, and everything in between. He kept his eyes out for the other upper echelon members of the mob, just counting the time down until it was time to act. He was so close, all that he needed now was for no last-minute surprises, no sudden contenders from left field...he just needed this meeting to go on as normal and then he could get back to being Nick.

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Post by IrascibleFox April 24th 2022, 7:33 pm

In the casino below, a figure stepped out of the ladies' washroom. One that nobody remembered having seen go in there in the first place. At first glance, standing beside the full height of the door, she could have been taken for a child, standing just less than five feet in height. However, the face that raised with a determined set of her jaw was that of a young woman in her twenties, or early thirties, perhaps, and as she lowered the bag she had been holding at her chest, rummaging around in, the curves of her figure backed up that flattering lie. It was in her clothing, however, that she really stood out, and an observer could have been forgiven for surmising that the woman had fallen into some rift in time in the washroom stalls some time in the seventies and only just emerged now, fifty years on. She wore an evening gown with huge, wide, floaty sleeves, made from long, spiralling patchwork panels twisting down her body from a wrapped bodice into a full circle skirt that flared wide with each step, each panel in the spiral made from a different tone of green and purple, and decorated with a bold, paisley pattern woven in gaudy, metallic threads. The skirt fell to the floor, brushing the ground as she walked, only a little longer than her wavy blonde hair that fell all the way down to her ankles like a cartoon mermaid made flesh. She held out in front of her a photograph of an unsmiling man against a pale, plain background. A blown-up version of an official shot taken for a drivers’ license, or a passport, perhaps, though she clutched it too tight for anyone to get a good look but herself.

More obvious from far above, perhaps, she made her way around the floor of the casino through what looked like Brownian motion, people a foot or more taller than her bumping her out of the way unseen, and forcing her to take quick sidesteps here and there to avoid being trampled by those fixated on their next fix, whether of alcohol, or merely adrenaline at the luck or otherwise of the wheel, or the cards, or the dice, whatever stacked odds they chose to throw their money away in the direction of. She peered determinedly up at each face as it passed, comparing it with the portrait in her hand, frowning as each one after another and another failed to match up. Those who did notice her greeted her with a frown of confusion, perplexed by this miniaturised woman in the retro evening gown, and wondering whether she was merely so rich that her eccentricities were tolerated, or a lost member of some themed bachelorette party they had not spotted the remainder of as yet. Once she had circumambulated the entirety of the floor, the woman pocketed her picture with a sigh, squeezed herself out of the throng by the side of the bar, and grabbed onto the wooden counter to heave herself up onto a high barstool. Then, after ordering herself a whisky and ginger, she turned around on the stool to watch the people go by with a look of resignation.

Tipping her head back to sip at her drink when it had arrived, her eyes rose up to the balcony above, the smoked windows of the VIP lounge, and the man standing in front of them, leaning on the railing, taking in the view of the people down below. There was something familiar about the man’s face, she thought, idly. Perhaps she had seen him before. Not here, however. The last time she had been in a casino, a man this age would not have been born. A lot had changed since then. People milled about in jeans and casual clothes, and in outfits that wouldn’t seem out of place on any street corner. Gone were the formal suits and evening gowns from wall to wall she had seen back then, and all the young faces that had sat proudly above such prestigious outfits were deeply lined, now, beneath crowns of hair of white or grey. But then a cold grip of excitement roiled in her stomach. It couldn’t be! Not now, when she had just given up? The very next face that she saw? She drew the photograph out of her bag again with shaking fingers and held it up, looking from the faded pixels, to the man, and back, and a wide, beaming smile spread slowly across her face.

“Nicolas!” the woman yelled, grinning from ear to ear, as she raced across the floor of the casino with uncanny speed, and leapt onto an empty card table beneath the balcony with an agility more suited to a mountain goat than a woman in full evening dress. She raised her hands, pointing straight at Vince with a cheesy grin. True to the woman's origins as a crofter, she was proving herself the owner of a powerful set of lungs as she called up to him, better suited indeed to calling the sheep down from the hills of Skye. Or, if one was feeling particularly uncharitable, watching the sea of heads turn in her direction, possibly from Mars. “Nicolas Faelan! Aye, 'tis, ain’t it? Ha! Ach, yer a slipp'ry wee bugger, ain't ye? Aye but no matter, I found ye at last! Please, a moment a'yer time, lad! We've much tae discuss, you an' I. An inheritance, a'sorts, though there's nae money in it, per se, 'tis, if I say so m'self, as far fae worthless as John o' Groats is fae Land's End! If ye use it canny, mind. An' if I've been readin' right, yer a canny bastard alright, white'er else yer lackin'!” she added with a wink and a laugh, wagging her finger at him chastisingly.
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It wasn’t hard to spot the woman as she entered. Vince, or Nick as he actually was known as, had a keen eye for catching things that weren’t exactly “right”. It was part of the job to notice those little things about people. Of course, the woman who entered had the subtly of a firework and didn’t even seem to try and hide it. Despite her lack of tact, there was grace and purpose behind her movements, something that he couldn’t really fault her on. Judging by the look in her eyes, she seemed as though she was…looking for someone? Made sense…maybe she lost a friend or something in this place and was trying desperately to get back.

It was hardly worth the attention to give her as he came to that conclusion, yet his eyes didn’t draw away from her. He kept a curious gaze on her as she moved about. It was like watching…what was the analogy he was looking for? When you had a good sense of what was going to happen but you still watched anyways. He was sure there was a term or quote about that, but it escaped him. It would come to him later, he was sure of that.

It wasn’t until he saw that smile that Nicolas thought that something was terribly wrong. His brow furrowed at the woman, not sure why, but he got the feeling that she was incredibly dangerous, at least to him. It was only when he realized that her smile was directed at him that the full scope of the situation began to dawn on him. The notion of what that meant caused him to shift in the spot where he stood, suddenly uncomfortable with what might this woman might just do.

Before he had a chance to break away, everything was suddenly swung in motion. She hopped up on a table, pointed straight at him, and declared his name right in the open. Jumping on the table in itself was enough to draw the gaze of several people, but her address of him brought people’s attention to him as well. There wasn’t a lot of time to process what was happening, but, somehow, he played it off. He straightened a bit and then looked around as if she was addressing someone else, a confused expression expertly drawn across his face. Cleared, at least for now, as a few people saw this and began to look with him, trying to find whoever it was this woman was calling to.

This wasn’t good. This was so far from good that he began to think of outs, just to caught the ties here and move onto the next job. Of course, that battled with the thoughts of being so close to being done, so close to being over, that he really didn’t know what to do next. Thankfully, as if a gift from god, his eyes were drawn to the encroaching security guards, now quickly moving towards the woman who was poised on the table. In moments, they would be upon her and this situation would be over. Anyone who asked him about the name could quickly dismissed or pardoned as a misunderstanding or just by claiming she must’ve meant someone else. Or that she was a loon. All of these would be acceptable excuses, he wasn’t out of it yet.

He didn’t stay to find out what would happen with the woman and encroaching guards. Instead, pushing himself off the rail and back towards the bar where he would find himself a nice drink and ignore whatever that was all about.
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Post by IrascibleFox May 29th 2022, 6:39 pm



Her feeling of triumph drained out of her as though someone had ripped the bottom out of her emotions and it was pouring out of her like water. Why was he turning away like that? Didn’t he hear her? He must have, surely! Had she got the wrong man? The resemblance was eerily uncanny, if so. She would have sworn that he was close family, at least, had she not known his family tree so well. No, the chances of a coincidental doppelganger in the self same city he had last been seen were too low to countenance. More outlandish theories began to occur to her as she watched the security guards begin to converge upon her so rapidly, as if called down upon her by the mention of Nicolas’s name. Something didn’t add up here, and she had precious little time to make up her mind how to make it do so.

She thought back to the last time she had been in Vegas, hunting for clues. Her clothes were not out of place, back then. She had enjoyed her stay, wearing down her hooves dancing the Madison in between hauling her great-great-great-something-nephew out of whatever gutter he had staggered into whilst high on dear knows what, trying to keep him out of trouble and out of penury. Which had been a difficult task, as atrocious as the man had been at poker. She had had to make herself invisible and ‘help’ the ball into the right place on the roulette wheel, in the end, and then frogmarch the man onto the next Greyhound to avoid him going home in his underpants, if not a box. She thought back to those dark-suited men who seemed to hold all of the invisible cards that truly dictated where the money and power flowed in this town, so much more real than the ones she could see and touch, somehow. Perhaps some things hadn’t changed around here. Was the man on the balcony an impostor, about to frame Nicolas for some heinous crime? Or the man himself, only he had lost his memories of who he was? What had they done to him?

She could fight these men off, and probably win, but if her new charge was mixed up with the Mob, there would be a near-infinite number of goons following close behind. She might not even reach him all the way up there. Anyway, it would be hard to fight them from this position without revealing all too clearly that she wasn’t exactly normal, and every damned person seemed to have a camera these days. It wouldn’t be easy to discreetly extract someone from Vegas once video footage of a small blonde woman with goats’ legs started making the rounds like wildfire. She swayed in indecision, before leaping from the table in a flowing arc of golden hair and green and purple silk, shimmering under the flickering lights above, and made a beeline for the largest, busiest, blackjack table in the place. It was a huge, heavy, semicircular affair made from solid wood, set close to the back wall, with every chair taken by zealous gamblers, just beginning a new game and focused squarely on the cards the dealer in front of them was solemnly handing out. Not one of them saw it coming as the short woman suddenly leapt over the table and ducked down in behind the dealer, tipping the table as if it was balsa, sending a spray of cards and chips out across the floor as she made a dash through the ‘personnel only’ door behind the horrified croupier before he had the presence of mind to make a grab for her.

By the time security had shoved their way past the melee of players scrabbling on the floor for the scattered chips, they were met with the sight of the fire door at the end of the corridor slamming shut. The men, laughing triumphantly, poured, one after another, out into the dead-end back yard that housed the refuse containers and permitted entrance and exit only through high-security locked gates, all confident of apprehending the troublesome woman within moments, and each wanting to be the one to claim a bonus by returning with her in hand. Later, the slowest of the guards would swear that the hand which held the fire door open to prevent its swinging shut to lock them outside was most rudely dislodged from its grip on the steel-cored wood by the handle of a mop, floating, all on its own, held by no-one. They would be freed, of course, in a while, the next time the money moved through to the back, ready for collection by the routine appearance of the armored van that spirited it away to somewhere more secure. But by then, of course, all sign of the woman would be gone, although nobody would remember seeing her escape. As the beleaguered croupier tentatively opened the door into the back in the meantime, however, once the chaos on the casino floor was managed, hoping for five minutes to catch his breath before facing those angry gamblers once again, he found that he seemed to have opened the door with a lot more force than intended, taking a sudden seat on the ground as it swung open wide, then slowly closed once more. Perhaps it was the stress? It must have been. There was no other logical explanation, after all.

Some time later, a certain bodyguard might begin to notice a distinct feeling that someone was staring at him. A sensitive sense of smell might associate that with a new aroma, too, that wouldn’t seem to fit the usual colognes used by any of the regulars up in this exclusive little enclave. It was a warm, woody, musky smell, reminiscent of incense and roses, and light, floral, Earl Grey tea, like someone had opened up a bustling oriental market in the middle of an English country garden. He would have to very much hope that his business proceeded as he had planned swiftly, as once it began, the sensation of being watched would not ease no matter what he did, with the singular and curious exception of any time he might have spent in the men's restroom. The feeling of a presence, and the odd perfume, would simply linger, for now, unseen, unheard, unfelt. Until, of course, the first moment he was foolish enough to stray anywhere alone.
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Post by Nate6595 June 17th 2022, 2:05 am

It was only a few more minutes until the meeting.

He had to play it cool, play it safe, and yet he was making a beginner’s mistake and watching the clock. Anxious, nervous, worried, stress. All the emotions of someone staring at a clock, yet he couldn’t let his eyes drift from it. Someone would catch that anxiety, ask if he was alright, what was wrong or what was going on. In turn, he’d have to either dismiss it which would seem suspicious, so that was off the table, or he would have to spin a lie and then commit to it. Lies were easy, for the most part, but it was like building a house of cards. One wrong card in the wrong place and all that time and effort spent building it up…it would all come crashing down.

He knew this, he knew it would happen and yet he couldn’t bring his gaze anywhere else. What was worse, he couldn’t stop his foot from anxiously tapping. He couldn’t get that woman out of his head. What was bad was that she had called him by his name, his real name, and could’ve nearly broken his cover. What was even worse was the fact that he didn’t know her. The only people who knew his real name, at least for the most part, were people who he knew. Unless she was some government worker, which he doubted by her display on the table, he had no idea who this was. He’d certainly remember a woman like this, especially if they were crazy enough to jump up on a table in the middle of a mob-owned casino.

You don’t really forget people like that.

“Hey, you alright, man?”

The man who addressed him couldn’t see his face, which was good because as soon as the question was asked, Nicolas visibly winced and clenched his eyes shut. When he turned on his feet to face the owner of the voice, however, he was smiling like his usual self. The man who addressed him was another bodyguard, Jeff, nice guy, but a little too nosey. He was also a big guy who most people wouldn’t say no to out of fear of potentially getting thrown across the room. Nicolas was strong and could take it, but he wouldn’t want to cause another scene.

With a halfhearted shrug and a shake of his head, “Yeah! Why? What’s going on?”

Jeff cocked his head a bit, “You sure? You seem…anxious. What’s wrong with you? Did that woman…” He seemed to trail off a bit at that, like…the image of what happened wasn’t fulling processing in his head. He shook his head, “No, seriously man. You’re asking me what’s going on? What’s going on with you?”

Someone else might’ve swallowed, gulped even, or paused for a moment to collect themselves, but Nicolas didn’t hesitate for a moment. “I went to Cho’s last night. I don’t think he cooked the duck all the way through. I just wanna get through this meeting, but don’t know if I will be able to without…interruption?”

Jeff seemed to catch exactly what Nicolas was putting down and rose a hand, “Right, don’t need to know anymore. Use the bathroom if you need to, but make it quick. I’ll cover for you, but the meeting is starting soon.”

Nicolas let out a relieved sounding sigh and nodded once, “Thanks you, really, you’re the best.”

He gave Jeff a pat on the back and then did his best awkward shuffle over to the bathroom, trying to look as though he was uncomfortable. As soon as he was through the door the shuffle stopped and brought a hand over his face. He cussed under his breath and then, slowly, made his way to the sink where he began to wash his hands, trying his best to collect himself.
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