Not the Same Without A Gun {Tito}

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Disorientation. A disorientation that dwarfed any other feeling of displacement Charlotte had ever experienced in her entire life. Jet lag coupled with confusion with a curious dash of relief. Of all the feelings the personification of Monaco had experienced throughout all the ages, even from as far back as her 'birth' in 1297, she had never felt anything like it.

Charlotte was afraid. She was lost and she was oh so terribly confused upon waking up in a train surrounded by people that were most definitely not her own citizens. This country was big, the language was ever so strange; she felt her heart rate quicken as her chest tightened up uncomfortably. A panic attack was most definitely setting in and this was a most inopportune place for it to happen. How utterly embarrassing..

Stuck on a train, in a flood of people whom she couldn't even communicate on an elementary level with; as good of a reason she had to freak out, now was most certainly not the time to do it. Now was the time to proverbally man up and gather information about this bizarre predicament so she could discover how she escape from in.

At the first opportunity, Charlotte squeezed through the crowd and fought her way out the exit. Wait... she knew this skyline, this city; this was Tokyo, the capital of the very quiet and quite odd Mr Kiku Honda.

How did she manage to find herself in such a place? She most certainly didn't sleep walk here.

Charlotte then did what any modern person would do: frantically search for her cellphone. Upon the search, a most startling fact was discovered; Charlotte's entire outfit down to her underthings were different. Was she kidnapped or worse?!

Her chest tightened up again and she curled up on nearby bench, attempting to regain her composure. Wait, wait..what was the once thing that always calmed her no matter what?

With a magnetic force, Charlotte felt herself near instinctually drawn to the nearest place with flashing lights, overpriced drinks and a slight aura of seediness about it; a casino within a small nightclub'.

'Liberating' a fine pink trench coat from the nearby coat rack {a most clever disguise for the school uniform she found herself in}, she sat herself on the edges of a table and observed a game in process.

{{OOC: Sorry for the awkwardness of it all}}

[Tito Jose Xavier]

Of course he knew the school didn't like the students to go to places like a casino. He was fully aware that they even less liked them to play the games there. He knew perfectly how he'd get in big trouble if he was caught in the casino - playing or not. Yet he was there, with cards in the hand and his usual unpredictable expression. Tito knew the school rules, and he didn't care. One of the first things he had done when arriving there was to read the rules fully, they had been very pleased to see someone so interested and praised him for it. He had just smiled back, and said it was always good to know what he was allowed to do and not.

It was no lie to anyone, because he had great interest in knowing; if you had to break the rules you had to know them. He glared at his opponent from behind the cards, like a lion ready to eat its prey. The brown part of his eyes unreadable, and the green part shinning; giving his eyes all sorts of opposites. Tito knew how to use his discolouring like this, because the other person seemed clearly confused with what to predict of the Macanese. To the untrained eye he would seem completely normal, but Tito knew how the other was struggling to keep it.

He was winning this, if he just kept going like this. Like he always did.

The corner of his eyes caught a movement of pink, but he didn't move his head nor eyes in the direction. He had to put as much pressure as possible on the other person, and flickering around would be bad. Not giving it a second thought before the game was done.

A game he won.

Still with the hungry expression on he collected his money, not that he had any need of keeping the façade. Tito never really thought about it when it came to expressing things. It had become completely normal for him to keep some sort of poker face all the time. People sometimes misunderstood him because of this, but he just saw it as a part of the piece in the daily life. Not giving it a thought that it could be caused by this at all.

While counting the money and considering what to do with them - there was no way he could just bring all of these along with him, especially not when he lived together with two others in the same dorm - he looked around to find the pink creature. Easily finding the colour, he was pleased to see it was a woman.. or a girl. A female. How nice, a female in pink was always better than a male in pink, he thought with a slight smile on his lips. What could such a young lady be doing here?

Catching eye contact, Tito sent her a grin. She had been watching his play for sure. Seeming like a person who knew what this was about. Still grinning tryingly at her, he started to inspect her with his eyes. He never gave people the elevator look - at least not when they knew it - so instead he gathered all the information he could from her face. She didn't look Asian at all. Tito was often mistaken for being a foreigner too, because of his mixed look; in Asia he was mistaken for an European and in Europa he was mistaken for a Asian. He preferred neither of them. Even if his Asian blood at some point was more dominant than is Portuguese, he put a big amount of proudness in being half of each. This was not the same at all, she was clearly from the other side of the globe.

His head was working overtime, going through all the information he could. To his annoyance it wasn't someone he knew, surprisingly enough. Even without being in the city for long, he already knew most of the people that came in the casinos. Those who never had heard of him too.

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As satisfying in a Schauden-freude type way watching the someone losing their money to a skilled player was, the Monégasque woman was uneasy. She felt herself being watched closely by someone..oh, it was the said skilled player parting the poor fool with his money. Even as he gave her what one would call a winning grin, Charlotte had a feeling he was sizing her up; not in some sort of perverted way of course, but in a way that she could tell he was trying to best figure out how to empty her wallet. She was used to that look, she gave it to people all the time minus the charming smile. Of course, he could be staring at her because she quite obviously was not Japanese or any other type of Asian; her blonde hair and blue eyes were testament enough to that fact {to tell the truth, she really didn't look like the Mediterranean country she was-blame the strong French influence} but... she really did have a feeling he was far more concerned with her money than anything else.

'This could be fun,' Charlotte thought to herself, giving him a guarded smile. He didn't exactly look like he belonged her either.. Hmm ... 'curiouser and curiouser' to quote Alice in Wonderland.

Perhaps she could entertain herself with a little game with him. It would be harmless fun for her and besides, Charlotte discovered earlier, she still had her usual large sums of money hidden on her person. He probably wouldn't bankrupt her. Or at least, what little she gathered of him had assumed that. Then again Charlotte could be wrong but that was such a rare occurrence {according to her, of course}.

She adjusted her glasses as per habit and sauntered a bit closer to the game table in her usual expressionless air of confidence. It wasn't like her to normally approach a stranger but it was the necessary evil she had to commit in order to enjoy herself with a little game. Her only hope besides the wish his reign of good luck would end? That he could speak enough English to understand her little challenge.

"Wish to play?" Charlotte asked, head tilting slightly.