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( his demands have been met with smiling eyes and sharp smiles, the kind that look more like knives than teeth. there's no one here by that name, had been the first excuse, and then, more patently: you're not registered in the system, either. arguing and raising his voice had only gotten management involved--or whatever the staff here were calling 'management', judging by the lackluster threat. he can either comply with the rules, or he can comply with a night in a cell: something absolutely ridiculous, if this is truly some kind of resort. what the hell kind of hotel has a jail in its basement?
these aren't the sprawling, labyrinthine hallways of dio's mansion, spiraling them in different directions, turning them against each other at every corner. but there's something just as sinister here, if his gut feeling is correct--he just can't seem to get to the bottom of it.
alone, now, without any of his traveling companions--and without the joestar name carrying any kind of weight, here, another peculiarity--he forces himself to bite his tongue. cussing out staff member after staff member is just going to get him detained, and if he's detained, he can't figure out what the hell is going on. so he begrudgingly accepts the deal: a night working the casino in exchange for 'overlooking' his missing booking. he'll have a room. access to other levels. be treated with respect.
granted, that is all under the assumption that he can get through working as a goddamn janitor.
the uniform is non-negotiable, apparently, which is why he's on his hands and knees just outside the dice tables, scrubbing a suspicious stain out of the carpet; he doesn't want to know what it was, just that it's gone by the time he stands up again. going without a shirt feels uncomfortable, but there's nothing there to look at that can't be seen straining through his usual get-up anyway. a pair of loose black trousers and shiny black shoes complete the ensemble, but there's a tight little black bow tie fighting for its life around the thick column of his neck--and it flexes with his irritation, as a drink gets knocked off one of the nearby bar tables. )
Watch your damn elbows. ( he scolds, picking up the glass, using his rag to mop up the liquor and ice spilled all over his cleaned spot on the carpet; once he's back onto his feet, he's a towering six feet five inches, casting an impatient, irritated shadow over the table. whoever's there doesn't matter to him. ) Do you want another drink, or are you intending to spill it all over your shoes this time?
( oh yeah. he's great at hospitality. )
ii. SAY THAT YOU LOVE ME.
No. ( --the answer comes out flatly, loudly, before the girl on the far right of the painting can even finish her little speech. ) We're not doing that.
( she seems affronted, and immediately whispers to the girl in the middle, who pipes up again--just a little bit! just something sweet! rather than address either of them, he shifts his gaze down to the other person stuck in the bathroom with him, as though trying to decide their feelings without having to ask.
should he keep arguing? he could. he would. it wouldn't be the first time that he adamantly disagreed with something ridiculous, although most of the time, he can see at least some measure of silver lining. the only good thing about doing as the teasing trio says is that they'll be released from the bathroom--which means going back to the rest of the casino for more information seeking.
his breath eases out of his nose, annoyed. without even asking his companion-- )
Fine. You said a confession, right?
( the middle girl in the painting nods, enthusiastically. )
A confession, then. ( his gaze slides again to his companion--only this time, he's lifting up a large hand to hold it out, open palmed, as though for the other to take it. at least now that he's done with his janitor stint, he's dressed more respectably: the same black trousers and a nicer top half, his hair tousled without any sign of his trademark hat.
his fingers flex, tipping in towards his palm as though to say just get on with it. )
iii. AN EQUAL EXCHANGE.
( apparently, his transgressions have not been fully forgiven by the staff he cussed out upon arrival. apparently, they have other methods of making his life a living hell. to their credit, he didn't expect some sick game like this to be one of them.
the wheel--is for something obscene, he knows that much. he's been avoiding it in his passes of the casino, as though getting too close might mean it pulls him into its orbit. but apparently, working his shift means that he 'earned' a free spin: and he has to take it, or 'suffer the unfortunate consequences', as the chirpy staff girl said. so he waits, skulking around in irritation, dressed in his provided attire for the evening: and once he's up to the front, he doesn't bother waiting to hear the speech.
he cranks the wheel hard, spinning it with such velocity that it nearly spirals right off its stand. by the time it creaks and slows to a stop, many of the other guests waiting have voiced their complaints; the ticker slides, stills, and falls on--
rather than bother complaining, he takes the fishnet stockings--still packaged, much to his relief--and sinks back from the wheel, immediately on the lookout for someone else displeased with their 'prize'. he doesn't fully understand the implications here, other than the fact that the items have to be "used" or there are, as that damn staff girl would say, "unfortunate consequences."
so it's rather impetuous, the way he approaches someone else-- ) Oi.
( his face is like stone, expression unreadable, flat. he holds out the package of stockings. )
If it makes it easier, we can trade. I'll use yours, you use mine.
( this is another one of those insane trusts of luck: he has to assume that the other person got something just as mild as he did, right? )
OOC & WILDCARD
i'm open to any other prompts not included here, so feel free to write up a wildcard starter & i'll roll with it! for prompt three, feel free to pick any item you'd like your character to have for the sex toy roulette. ota in terms of age and gender, jotaro is 17. canonpoint is the end of stardust crusaders (s3 anime). i prefer tags that are on the longer side, with more detail than not, and i'm liable to drop a thread if i'm not getting what i'm giving in terms of detail and participation in the thread. feel free to send me a PM if you have any questions!
[they get a free spin? fun! he's never seen a roulette wheel in real life before! they were only pictures on a poster in the water or plastered on a boat's side cruising overhead. for the longest time, he thought they were dartboards! occasionally saw those in the water too. probably chucked overboard and left bobbing on the waves. weird material. kinda reminded him of dried sponge, though it didn't soften when it got soaked. just crumbled away after several days of soaking... right, the roulette wheel! he's among the group melding around its table rim, leaning over a bit in mild awe at the size of it. weren't they a lot smaller in other pictures by the front? huh. oh well! bigger makes it more entertaining!
hoh? look at that guy stepping up to the wheel. he's got some of the biggest shoulder's he's ever seen. they'd give sea urchin a challenge. dressed up too. as soon as his hand touches the wheel, his expression splits in a grin. this is gonna be good...
whoosh!]
Ahaha! Look at it go! [others instantly lean back to avoid such furious spinning, but he leans forward! an imposingly tall lanky guy getting closer to those whirling colors enough to feel breeze rush past his face. someone yells at him in concern and he blatantly ignores them. even reaches out as the wheel begins to slow and *WHAP!* slaps it again to make it spin more!] Faster! Faster!
[they could put a spiral on it and hypnotize everyone in the room!
... which is why he finds himself later without another chance to spin it. moh. stingy. just cause he touched it while it was going? isn't the point of the game to spin the wheel? kinda dumb if you're suppose to like when it stops. wasn't it supposed to have a little white ball or something in it too? didn't see that anywhere either. roulette wheels weren't as entertaining as he expected.]
Hm? [his thought's broken like a popped bubble and he glances aside. oh it's big shoulders guy! compared to him, he's donned, not by choice, a casual dining wear, his shirt's nicely framed between the sides of an open casual dining jacket and pressed slacks matching the jacket's color, sans the sheer of his shirt, thankfully. as for the sudden exchange...]
Eeeh. [see, the problem here's, floyd also got an item he didn't know he was supposed to "use" later. as in, he's holding up the half-eaten banana, a weird look of curiosity and mild "ew" squibbled cross his face.] Ya wanna this for a buncha fishing net?
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iii. AN EQUAL EXCHANGE.
hoh? look at that guy stepping up to the wheel. he's got some of the biggest shoulder's he's ever seen. they'd give sea urchin a challenge. dressed up too. as soon as his hand touches the wheel, his expression splits in a grin. this is gonna be good...
whoosh!]
Ahaha! Look at it go! [others instantly lean back to avoid such furious spinning, but he leans forward! an imposingly tall lanky guy getting closer to those whirling colors enough to feel breeze rush past his face. someone yells at him in concern and he blatantly ignores them. even reaches out as the wheel begins to slow and *WHAP!* slaps it again to make it spin more!] Faster! Faster!
[they could put a spiral on it and hypnotize everyone in the room!
... which is why he finds himself later without another chance to spin it. moh. stingy. just cause he touched it while it was going? isn't the point of the game to spin the wheel? kinda dumb if you're suppose to like when it stops. wasn't it supposed to have a little white ball or something in it too? didn't see that anywhere either. roulette wheels weren't as entertaining as he expected.]
Hm? [his thought's broken like a popped bubble and he glances aside. oh it's big shoulders guy! compared to him, he's donned, not by choice, a casual dining wear, his shirt's nicely framed between the sides of an open casual dining jacket and pressed slacks matching the jacket's color, sans the sheer of his shirt, thankfully. as for the sudden exchange...]
Eeeh. [see, the problem here's, floyd also got an item he didn't know he was supposed to "use" later. as in, he's holding up the half-eaten banana, a weird look of curiosity and mild "ew" squibbled cross his face.] Ya wanna this for a buncha fishing net?