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Colton C	February 5 2009, 06:36 PM
Chairman of Advanced Thinkers Posts: 67 Group: Member Member #49 Joined: October 8, 2008	He sat at a poker table. Elbows resting on the felt as he gazed at the woman across from him. Not really gazed at the woman, yet through her. His gray eyes took no notice of the pathetic being in front of himself. He looked at his hand: pocket aces. She was on the fence. Unsure weather to increase the pot, which was already at a hundred thousand or so. The others at the table had dropped out long ago. "You going to raise or not?" He said in his cold voice. She starred back, into the abyss of the soulless man in front of her. Her arms shook, as she through her last thousand into the pot. "that's it" her voice quivered. Unsure in her decision she tried to look tough. He knew it was over. The game was done. There was no chance in hell, or above it, that she could win. It ended. The woman stood up and left, her soul crushed before the most unholy of all men. He stood up, taking the chips as he left. His full body was finally visible. He wore a gray blazer, with a white undershirt and genes. His gray eyes never made contact with another being. He didn't have much use for money, or want to give it away. He was above it, above all. One of the most intelligent mathematicians on the planet everything was calculated, nothing personal. Cards was just a way to show the world of this attribute. He could get people to do anything he wanted them to. No one could not meet a challenge in his presence, yet no one could defeat him in one. Domination was what got him off. It was his reason for existence. Pride, or to most Apollo Everson. As he steeped out of the casino he placed one of the poker chips in his jacket pocket, and through the rest in a dumpster beside the casino. She approached. "Skimpy as ever I see greed." None of them liked each other, the sins. They were forced to come together however, and their affairs were often were to the same ends. He felt the darkness as the fellow sin approached him. The homeless man between them cringed, as his soul was enveloped in darkness. The two sins felt nothing, they had no soul to effect or change. Apollo looked towards the homeless being on the street. "Leave." He ran, if not from the words from the feeling.


Sins' Vacation · Fictional