ruby lucas...howls at the moon (redlikerubies) wrote in expresslogs, @ 2012-09-18 15:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | william herondale, {ruby |
Who: Ruby and Will Herondale
When: Very Early Tuesday Morning
Where: Amidst the back alleys and shifty gambling groups
What: If you give a demon a reason, she'll ask you for a favor in return
Ratings: PG-13ish
Status: Incomplete; In-Progress
Shanghai. Ruby had certainly heard of the place during the centuries she had been around, but even a demon could not prepare herself for what she had come face to face with. The city was practically overflowing with so many hosts for a hungry demon to live on that it almost made her thirst for a quick romp through the wandering souls. Silly humans. They didn't know how well they had it until they were standing at their judgement day. Ruby had been that way once, but she knew what she was asking for. She remembered her days of being a human before the centuries of torture in Hell. Power made a person hungry for more and that was precisely what Ruby had wanted. Was it worth it? Absolutely. The pain, the burning, everything that came after they had come to collect from her had been worth it. She was practically immortal until she was exorcised. Fortunately, that hadn't come about. Not yet anyway. Ruby was smart enough to watch her step about the Winchesters upon finding herself on the train. Especially now. Neither seemed too thrilled to see her. While they hadn't jumped for joy clicking their heels together before, at least they had refrained from throwing threats at her at least until their second meeting. Sam didn't appear to need training and direction as he had before, so why was she here? Why was she on this train? She had decided to contemplate it all later and after seeing what sort of trouble she could cause in this large, bustling city.
That was when she found a small, huddled group of gentlemen. Some were dressed in three-piece suits and wore attractive women on their arms. Others wore street clothes, and there were a few less fortunate individuals who wore their underwear and nothing else. Tilting her head, she caught sight of the game going on atop a worn and damp wooden box and everything was immediately explain. There was no luck involved when it came to gambling. It was how quickly you could swindle another man out of his watch, then his shirt, socks, and finally all of his clothing and money. Most games were fixed and stacked. This seemed to be an innocent, but heated hand, but where was the fun in that?
She didn't need to ask for anyone to move aside, or even say excuse me. A few spectators simply stepped aside when they caught sight of her. The already dull street lamps lighting their game flickered and hummed with a loud buzz. Shooting a quick glance up to one, they calmed and continued showering the area in a dingy, yellowish glow. Studying each individual sitting in the circle, Ruby's attention fell on one particular face that she was certain she had seen in passing on the train, and lingering on the network itself. He was one of those strangely-dressed passengers with the strangely-dressed, who had issues with people called Downworlders. That in itself made her grin. By association, Ruby was a Downworlder. She was what people like this man seemed to practically hate. That was precisely why Ruby knelt down at his left and let her gaze sweep along his deck before turning back to those sitting around him. Meeting the uncomfortable, but stern stares of the other players, Ruby helped herself to three cards in the gentleman's hand. Plucking them out, she slid them across the box. The silent request was understood and she was passed three more cards. Placing her hands over them, she nodded to the others, silently directing them to show their hands.
Two of a kind, Two of a kind, a Straight, and a Full House. "Show them your cards, William."