OOC Thread Our story, much like many of these stories, starts on a train. A train bound for the Fallen City Of Las Vegas, carrying the souls of many passengers, mostly grey faceless people, shuffling by in their day to day lives, unwilling or incapable of doing anything to change them. They are, thankfully, not the focus of our story. Our story concerns only a mere handful of passengers. The Gambler, The Silence, The Dark One, The Crow, The Biker, The Brothers, Shank, and Justice.These are the actors of our story, and so begins the play. The Gambler sat near the back flipping through the deck of playing cards he carried. The tournament was calling for him, and he knew he had to participate. One grand payout for doing the thing he loved, and was skilled at? There was no question about it. So he booked a train from cold Detroit and headed down. Nobody initially drew his eye, but a few stops down the line here and there provided new and intriguing people. He kept his distance. If anyone desired to approach him, that was fine, but he didn't go out of his way to meet people. Instead, he played with his cards. His 'quick hands' made most tricks quite simple, and so he had grown to do his own tricks. He added what he knew of cards and supplemented that with street and stage magic. Occasionally he'd had to rely on those skills to get by after losing rather miserably. He would usually offer to act as an entertainment act for a while to make some money before he began gambling again. It was all a cycle, one that couldn't be broken.