| Lesson #1: Do Not Gamble; RP 2 | |
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| Justin | Mar 5 2010, 08:14 PM Post #1 |
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Mr. International
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The wheels of the plane touch down at McCarran International Airport and the journey into my new life begins. It is the first that I have ever been on a plane and I must say that the experience is exhilarating. I have put Kalamazoo in my rearview mirror and I don’t plan on looking back. The future is what I am focused on now with my first priority being to find a place to live. As I walk through the airport after grabbing my bags I notice the slot machines inside the airport!! I can’t believe it…..I have to try it. I sit down at the first open machine I see grabbing twenty dollars out of my pocket while doing so. I feel my adrenaline start to pump as I put the money in the machine and pull the lever. Bing Bing Bing Damnit!! I didn’t win anything! I try to pull the lever again but it says that I am out of money, but this can’t be right I just put a twenty dollar bill in the damn thing. I spot an attendant walking around and motion for her to come over. “Wha can aye hep yo wid sir?” Her Asian accent is so thick and heavy I can barely understand her. “I only got to play the machine once before it took my money.” She slides in front of me to check out the machine. Seconds later she cracks a smile and even chuckles at me. What in the hell is she up to? “Sir, yo pla tweenty dolla a spun. Tha is wha yo ot of moneey.” She explains to me….her accent even worse this time. She walks away still chuckling and I find myself wanting to choke her, but it’s not her fault Roscoe Shame is from good ol’ Kalamazoo. I glance down at the machine and notice the denominations for the amount per spin. “How in the hell did I miss that?” I say aloud to myself. Now that I know how to operate the machine I decide to try my luck again. Sliding another twenty dollar bill into the machine I hit the one dollar a spin button and pull the lever. Bing Bing Bing Nothing! I continue to try my luck and five minutes later I have nothing left. I have been in Las Vegas no more than fifteen minutes and I have already been sucked dry of forty dollars. Things are not looking good at the moment. Now that I am out of forty dollars I decide its time to leave before I end up with no money to pay for a cab. After walking in a circle three times I finally find my way out of the airport where a line of taxis are waiting. I make my way towards one and as I reach for the door handle my hand collides with the hand of a man that looks like someone from “Revenge of the Nerds” movie. “I’m sorry about that sir.” My hometown manners come out. “Looks like we have ourselves a little dilemma. I’m a gambling man so how about we flip for it.” The guy asks me with a sly grin I know I shouldn’t trust. He pulls a coin out of his pocket flips it in the air and I call heads. It hits the ground with tails glaring up at my face. “Sorry buddy, but looks like you lost this time.” The nerd gets in the cab leaving me to wait for the next one. Well it just happens that during my ordeal with the nerd that everyone else took the rest of the taxis. I’m already out of forty bucks and now don’t have any transportation for another ten minutes……what a way to start a new beginning. The time drags as slow as possible, but finally a taxi shows up and I make sure I am the only one getting in. I throw my bags in the backseat with me. “The Sandlot please.” My computer skills are limited so I had my brother search for me a place to live in Las Vegas and he found “The Sandlot.” The only request I had was cheap! It’s just me out here so I don’t need anything expensive. He said the place was cheap, but also nice. I trust his judgment so I have no worries. Riding along the interstate I notice that Las Vegas is nothing but dry dirt and rock. I understand it’s the desert, but there is absolutely no grass which happens to be cool for me because no yard work will be necessary. Minutes later we pull into “The Sandlot” neighborhood and the first thing I notice is that I have just entered Hispanicland. There is nothing but Hispanics lining the streets and playing catch in the yards. Kalamazoo is Hispanic free so this is a culture shock to me…..but I’m starting fresh so who gives a shit right? The cab driver pulls up in front of my house where I notice the front door is open and there is a couch on the porch. Am I getting robbed before I even move in? I glance at the meter, hand the driver twenty-five dollars and let him keep the change. I grab my bags and rush to the front door where I am met by a man that comes up only to my stomach. “Who the hell are you?” I demand. “I’m Berea! You must be Roscoe.” He replies holding his hand out for me to shake. “What are you doing in my house?” I reply not shaking his hand. “I am your roommate. You replied to my posting on the internet and said you wanted to rent my spare bedroom.” He has the audacity to smile while saying this. I can’t believe this! My brother set me up in someone else’s house renting a room! This is absurd! When I get my hands on him I am going to kill him! I take a deep breath and calm myself. I have no place to stay so I guess I have no choice…..this should be fun. “Oh yeah that is right. Sorry it was a long flight and I’m tired. So where is my room?” I ask acting as enthusiastic as possible. I follow Berea to my room and drop my bags on the floor. The boxes of clothes I shipped are already placed in the middle of the floor and still sealed. Well at least all my stuff isn’t stolen. The room is a decent size, not too small but not bigger than my room back home. Damnit! I keep comparing shit to stuff back home…I got to break that habit! A sudden case of hunger attacks my stomach….. “So what’s for dinner Berea?” I ask hoping he has something to eat in the kitchen. “We will have to go get something…I haven’t gone grocery shopping yet.” “You paying?” Hoping he says yes. “Hmmmm…..since this is Vegas lets flip for it.” Not this again! I already lost a coin flip earlier. Hold on….I got a plan…..I will flip the coin this time. “Fair enough. Call it.” I slip a coin from my pocket and flip it in the air. He shouts out heads right before the coin bounces on the floor. We both bend down to look at heads facing up. I lost again!! I throw my hands on top of my head in disbelief. The one thing I have learned in my very short time in Vegas thus far is gambling is not something I need to partake in. |
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