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maybe it's just in his nature to be a wet blanket, because he can't find reconciliation in a one grand voucher to a casino. a poor attempt from the executive board to smooth things over and placate agents and civilians alike. part of him hopes it doesn't work, part of him holds out that enough people will see through the fragile facade that it will have no choice but to fall apart. he never relished in destruction, but there would be something satisfying about this. he drinks water like it's whiskey, weighty crystal glass in one hand, and crumpled up voucher in the other. maxime clings to the corner, in an illusion of safety. there is no reason for him to be here if he really doesn't want to, but he still feels that he must watch for his juniors, if not his peers. a field agent approaches, and maxime immediately has the need to change everything about his demeanor, to project the smallest prickle of pain within those closest to ward off others. he does nothing. sighs, sips at his water, and increasingly wishes it was alcohol with every word caine says. " you are a gambler. " plain, succinct. not a no, not a yes, not an admonishment, only an acknowledgement. blue eyes meet blue, searching for true intention and finding nothing. maxime smooths out his voucher but does not hand it over. " i will let you have it under the condition that you try something involving strategy. roulette is a waste of your time and money. "
WHO: Caine Jackson & OPEN WHERE: Dead Lucky Casino
The moment that voucher touched Caine's hands, he took off in search of the casino. He spent his youth wandering from shelter to shelter, hands aching to grasp onto any dollar or morsel of food he could find. To look down at his hand and see such a high number would've done wonders for his childhood self, but now, he felt nothing but the need to gamble with it. Call it greed, a need to give in to his vices once again, or him being a glutton for potential punishment, but he decided to go big or go home.
And it appeared that he was meant to go home. Loss after loss at the roulette wheel meant that the money the voucher afforded him was all but spent, and he was left with nothing but a bruised ego and a bitter taste of defeat on his tongue.
He glanced around to determine his next move, eyes finally settling on a familiar face. He wandered over to their side, ❝Those roulette wheel dudes are fucking scam artists. How do you not land on black 20 times in a row?❞ Caine didn't bother questioning the fact that he chose to place his bets on the same spot even after losing 19 other times. ❝Anyways, you spend your voucher yet?❞
➥ STATUS : CLOSED @hauntcdmercy ➥ FEATURING : AGENTLAVENDER + AGENTVITALIS
he understands pain, physical or otherwise, better than most. he is constantly developing a better understanding of solaris-given abilities, and the painful toll it takes on most despite all their advancements and management treatments. " you should be more careful, " maxime says, despite the feeling that the concern will be disregarded. " or at the very least you must understand the limits of your ability and yourself. "
➥ STATUS : CLOSED @hauntcdmercy ➥ FEATURING : AGENTVULTURE + AGENTBYTE
" where and how did you mess up ? " a complete lack of hesitation in her tone as he comes closer. communication with field agents is often, but not so much that it's done face-to-face. she's used to comms and files traded digitally, not people coming up to the secluded enclave she's made for herself in the analysis room. yejide tugs off her headphones, lets them hang around her neck. " if it has anything to do with the ongoing investigations, i fear its above my paygrade and i probably don't know more than you do, but i'll try my best anyway. "