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WORK ON YOUR POKER FACE - task, open
« on: November 12, 2019, 01:03:55 PM »

poker night. it was a game that he hadn't played in forever. sometimes his siblings would sneak him in to a casino when he was too young to legally go. they would constantly cheat the system; count cards while playing blackjack, among other things. honestly, it became far less fun once rome was legally allowed to be there.. now, though, was a chance for him to go around and have a bit of fun. maybe win quite a bit, too, at texas holdem.

he was not going to lose, though. he had his own tricks up his sleeve.

his eyes wandered around at the group of people at his table he picked out at the saloon. chips in hand. looked like it was going to be a pretty fun group, he liked to think. some would be pretty fun to screw over too, he liked to think. "i'll deal," he stated simply to those gathered around the table, grabbing the cards at the deck and dealing everyone two cards. 

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Re: WORK ON YOUR POKER FACE - task, open
« Reply #1 on: November 13, 2019, 07:21:58 AM »
      For Brock, card games were something of frequent occurrence in his lifetime. He could remember back in the day when he was still riding with his gang, they tended to find themselves playing card games together in the evenings before bed. It was good to pass the time, after all. Yet, regardless of how much experience he had, Brock was never a lucky player. He'd not mention that, however; that'd bring Roman too much joy.

❝ Fortunately for you all, I'm going to be a gentleman about this. ❞ He pointed out gruffly, dark eyes briefly looking over to the dealer with a crooked smirk on his lips. He leaned back in his seat, having a sip of beer before taking the two cards given to him and lifting them to have a look.

He supposed that luck was not his tonight.

His smirk faltered ever-so-slightly, looking at his bad start to the hand as the two blinds began a $5-$10 game. Well, shit. So much so trying to impress everybody else in the saloon. Eyes darted briefly towards Roman before Brock lowered his gaze, slowly pushing two chips out from his pile. The bastard had probably cursed him, somehow.

Caution should have preceded valor, but not in this case where Brock chose not to fold but instead call, leaning back in his seat as the action moved around the table and eventually back to Roman. Brock's knee bounced, hesitating before taking another sip of his drink. He was definitely going to be a sore loser about this.

Spoiler: tags :: updated 11/07 • show
basics.
♘ brock van den bergh // no known nicknames
♘ male // he/him
♘ forty seven // ages real time // born third january
♘ member of bluestem prairie // formerly traveled with family and confidants
♘ led a gang with his closest confidants and colleagues before his wife died
♘ group unraveled during his grief, so he and his son soon left for BP
♘ joined BP april 2039
♘ took over as leader sept 2039

appearance.
faceclaim - jeffrey dean morgan
voice claim - jeffrey dean morgan [tw. violence]
♘ 6'0ft // strong, well-built frame
♘ dark chocolate brown eyes and salt and pepper hair
♘ physical health - 100% // current injuries: none
♘ mental health - 100% // N/A

personality.
♘ has anarchistic worldview // wants a world free from rules and regulations
♘ very well educated and therefore eloquent in his ways
♘ pro-individualist idealism forms charisma that attracts following of deviants
♘ has a kind, caring and playful disposition // very encouraging
♘ confident and sees himself as a sort of mentor
♘ shows a genuine compassion for allies // full of compliments
♘ his fearlessness often overlaps into recklessness
♘ very driven by vengeance and his own ego
♘ scarily charming and charismatic
♘ behavior has grown more aggressive, violent, and erratic recently
♘ often gaslights people to have things his way
♘ gets under people's skin using his charm to control them
♘ acts like the group's father and mentor // it's merely manipulation
♘ there is no ❝ real ❞ brock // he changes based on who he's with
♘ hypocritical // every ideal he preaches, he ends up breaking in some way
♘ he cares for himself over everyone else // driven by his own ego
♘ distances himself from conflict unless he knows he’s well guarded
♘ every decision of him is for self-preservation first and foremost
♘ terribly selfish // he only genuinely cares when it's convenient
♘ he would martyr anyone for his cause and has no shame in it
♘ takes in those in need of it, but not without his own ulterior motives
♘ only helps people as he knows these people will ❝ owe ❞ him after
♘ carries himself with the vigor of a much better, and mentally stronger, man
♘ picks pretty words and weaves them together, but is shallow all the same
♘ fashioned himself into something of a robin hood-like figure in the past
♘ he still thinks of himself in this manner // a vigilante

relationships.
♘ horatio van den bergh x tanya van den bergh // both deceased
♘ two sisters, one older and one younger
♘ heterosexual, heteromantic
♘ widowed when his wife, alexandra, was shot and killed
♘ father of jamie van den bergh
♘ once owned a dog named baron who has since died
♘ owns a horse named prospector // adores him

interaction.
bio // playlist // pinterest
♘ physically: very hard // mentally: hard
♘ very insensitive and brutal when it comes to harming others
♘ he'd even harm/omit to help his own allies if it does not benefit him
I HAVE A PISTOL PARTY AND I KILL 'EM ALL
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Re: WORK ON YOUR POKER FACE - task, open
« Reply #2 on: November 14, 2019, 01:07:58 PM »

seeing brock’s smirk falter, albeit only the slightest, made something in ro’s heart stir. oh, was this happiness? he lowered his gaze down towards his own cards. he sure liked to think so. he briefly met brock’s gaze, looking perhaps a bit too unaware of brock’s bad luck to make it coincidence.

luck was on ro’s side tonight. after all, as broke chose to call rather than fold, rome just felt that much better at thinking of taking away brock’s chips. a few of the others folded. the person after brock raised. rome simply met brock’s gaze for a moment before he called as well. if this wasn’t going to be brock’s night, rome was damn sure going to make it his. the person who had raised had to be bluffing (not like roman had any way of knowing that for sure..).

he laid down three cards on the board face-up for the flop, eyes wandering around and watching as players gazes fell. people around here really needed to work on their poker face. “how’re you doing, brock?” he asked, then, gaze lifting to look at the man across from him. picking on him at this point.

【 learn not to trust a fox 】
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Re: WORK ON YOUR POKER FACE - task, open
« Reply #3 on: November 19, 2019, 01:15:53 PM »
      Oh, Roman was quite a piece of work. Brock thought this as dark eyes shifted across his two cards, leg bouncing in the slim hope of not having the worst hand. God dammit, in retrospective he really should have folded his cards. At least the humiliation would've been somewhat less than having the optimism to get away with bloody murder with these horrid cards.

Eyes wandered towards the flop. Well, what was Brock really expecting? He blinked as he looked at his cards and then back to the flop again. He really ought to fold. He really ought to fold. The idea of chasing the hand as he'd previously thought was nothing but some fading dream now, but God did Brock wish for a miracle to happen. But, nothing was happening. Somebody raised the bet, everybody began to match the bet until the action was handed over to Brock.

And then, Roman was talking again. Eyes turned to look at Roman, eye twitching before he began to smile a lazy smile. Fuck you, Roman Darrow. ❝ Be careful how you look at me. ❞ Brock uttered lowly. Voice dark for a moment, before he began to lighten up the room again with a ❛carefree❜ laugh. The others around the table began to chuckle, unaware of the seriousness in his voice before Brock quickly folded. ❝ I'm afraid I'm out for the count. ❞ Smart choice.

Spoiler: tags :: updated 11/07 • show
basics.
♘ brock van den bergh // no known nicknames
♘ male // he/him
♘ forty seven // ages real time // born third january
♘ member of bluestem prairie // formerly traveled with family and confidants
♘ led a gang with his closest confidants and colleagues before his wife died
♘ group unraveled during his grief, so he and his son soon left for BP
♘ joined BP april 2039
♘ took over as leader sept 2039

appearance.
faceclaim - jeffrey dean morgan
voice claim - jeffrey dean morgan [tw. violence]
♘ 6'0ft // strong, well-built frame
♘ dark chocolate brown eyes and salt and pepper hair
♘ physical health - 100% // current injuries: none
♘ mental health - 100% // N/A

personality.
♘ has anarchistic worldview // wants a world free from rules and regulations
♘ very well educated and therefore eloquent in his ways
♘ pro-individualist idealism forms charisma that attracts following of deviants
♘ has a kind, caring and playful disposition // very encouraging
♘ confident and sees himself as a sort of mentor
♘ shows a genuine compassion for allies // full of compliments
♘ his fearlessness often overlaps into recklessness
♘ very driven by vengeance and his own ego
♘ scarily charming and charismatic
♘ behavior has grown more aggressive, violent, and erratic recently
♘ often gaslights people to have things his way
♘ gets under people's skin using his charm to control them
♘ acts like the group's father and mentor // it's merely manipulation
♘ there is no ❝ real ❞ brock // he changes based on who he's with
♘ hypocritical // every ideal he preaches, he ends up breaking in some way
♘ he cares for himself over everyone else // driven by his own ego
♘ distances himself from conflict unless he knows he’s well guarded
♘ every decision of him is for self-preservation first and foremost
♘ terribly selfish // he only genuinely cares when it's convenient
♘ he would martyr anyone for his cause and has no shame in it
♘ takes in those in need of it, but not without his own ulterior motives
♘ only helps people as he knows these people will ❝ owe ❞ him after
♘ carries himself with the vigor of a much better, and mentally stronger, man
♘ picks pretty words and weaves them together, but is shallow all the same
♘ fashioned himself into something of a robin hood-like figure in the past
♘ he still thinks of himself in this manner // a vigilante

relationships.
♘ horatio van den bergh x tanya van den bergh // both deceased
♘ two sisters, one older and one younger
♘ heterosexual, heteromantic
♘ widowed when his wife, alexandra, was shot and killed
♘ father of jamie van den bergh
♘ once owned a dog named baron who has since died
♘ owns a horse named prospector // adores him

interaction.
bio // playlist // pinterest
♘ physically: very hard // mentally: hard
♘ very insensitive and brutal when it comes to harming others
♘ he'd even harm/omit to help his own allies if it does not benefit him
I HAVE A PISTOL PARTY AND I KILL 'EM ALL
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Offline roman.

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Re: WORK ON YOUR POKER FACE - task, open
« Reply #4 on: November 26, 2019, 12:51:07 PM »

roman was having more fun than he would like to admit. ever since roman had gone and blackmailed brock, he carried himself as if he himself carried the goddamn crown. he had played with fire, brock’s dark side singing his fingertips… roman hated to admit just how much he loved it. it brought a spark back to his eyes, a subtle mischief that so often didn’t get to make an appearance.

“be careful how you look at me.” roman quirked a brow, the room seemingly so tense as people picked up on his words. they must not have picked up on the seriousness of his words, though. the moment brock began to laugh, the people around the table began to laugh completely unaware. roman huffed a short laugh along with them, though it was quick to fade all the while looking over at brock - proving just how ingenuine sucha laugh was.

this wasn’t the only game brock would lose.

then came the turn. people bluffing all the while rome feeling like he could see straight through them. next, the river. it was him and two other people. one raised. one folded. ro matched. then, exposing the cards, he glanced over the man’s cards and his own.

damn. i thought i had you. never would’ve thought-”
“then you better quit thinkin’, pal,” he laughed with him then, seemingly all too amused as he raked in the pot. then, a glance to brock. because, see? ro always won- even when people least expected it.
【 learn not to trust a fox 】
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