I glanced at my cards and grinned before taking another sip of the glass next to me. Of course, like usual, I was the only one at the table with a clean, clear glass of water. I was also the only one without one of those nasty cigarettes hanging from my lips. I was not your average gambler. For one I was considerably younger than most. I studied my reflection in the dirty glass of the mirror. I wore my usual assembly, a white shirt open at the neck, a loosened black tie that hung with a casual but cool appearance around my neck, black pants tucked into my black boots, and a black knee-length overcoat completed the look. When I stood up I came to about 6'. My midnight black hair was a little shaggy, swept to the side and my startling blue eyes had a piercing effect.
"Hey, kid. You in?" I glanced up, my mind once again centering in on the game again. "All in," I reply casually, although the startled looks from the others showed that it was anything but casual. You see that's the second thing that made me different from the rest. I don't gamble, I never have. I prefer to call it investing. I only invested if I knew I was going to win.
The last man laid down his cards, his large smirk revealing all three of his teeth. I sat back, my finger tapping my cards, my black faced signet ring with the silver image of a spade flashing in the dim light. "Are you gonna lay down yer cards or are ya too scared?" I smiled pleasantly as I glanced at his hand. "You know four of a kind isn't bad, but if I know cards, and I do, a straight flush beats a four." I laid my cards out, allowing the poor losers to feast their eyes upon them. The bald man with the four of a kind glared at me. "You cheated!" He growled. I rolled my eyes, my smile vanishing. "Are you serious?" I replied in an annoyed tone. "This one time I decide to not cheat, I decide to make it fair and you go and accuse me of cheating! Besides, had I been cheating I would have had a royal." The man's look darkened as he pressed his palms on the table. "I know you were cheating! I know about those cards underneath the table!" I raised an eyebrow as my grip on the card tightened. "You sure you want to go there?" I murmured as he slammed his fist into the table. "I'll go anywhere I want, you little street slime!" My jaw clinched and I flicked my wrist. The card hit the table leg and bounced off, slicing open the man's knee. I opened my hand as it bounced off the other leg, coming back to me. He hollered and jumped to his feet. With a howl of rage he grabbed for his knife, but it was too late... for him. I held up two fingers as a card seemingly appeared between them. With a downward flick, it ricocheted off the wooden table and sank a quarter inch deep in the soft space under the man's chin. His eyes went glassy as he staggered against a wall and crumpled to the ground. I raised my hand and watched as the card came whistling back to me. I made a waving motion with my hand, the blood-stained card vanishing from sight. I drained the last of my water and mentally counted... 4... 3... 2... 1. With a roar the room erupted. I flipped onto the table as a man crashed into the chair I had been seated in. I whipped out card after card, firing them with absolute accuracy into the mob below. Men dropped left and right, the metal threaded cards finding their marks.
I flipped and rolled, flicking and slicing with cards as I fought through the pandemonium. A click sounded on my right. I arialed forwards, whipping a card at the man holding the gun. It sank deep into his shoulder and he collapsed gasping in amazement. I landed, one knee to the ground, my arms spread wide, a card clutched between each set of first and index fingers. A scream made me rise and turn. A man stood behind me clutching a rather large broom handle. with several incoherent yells, he twirled the staff, causing it to blur as he whipped it around his body, ending up in a fierce stance. I raised an eyebrow, twirling a single jack of spades on one finger. "In poker, we call this a bluff." He jabbed his stick forwards. "Does this look like a bluff?" He snarled. I grinned, my blue eyes glinting. "Nope, it looks like a mop handle. It's too bad that the mop head is on the wrong end." With a yell, he charged. I dodged his strikes, countering with slashes to his knees and arms. He ducked away favoring his wounds. He leaped at me again, a wild look in his eyes. I blocked his swing with my boot and wrapped my leg around the stick. Using the momentum I twisted around, throwing him to the ground. I landed on top of him, two cards buried deep in his chest. I sprung to my feet, ready for another round, but it never came. Many bodies lay across the floor, the rest of the patrons huddled to one side of the room. I spirited away the two cards in my hands and dusted myself off. I nodded to them. 'Thanks for the rotten hospitality."I muttered as I turned and walked out. I stepped out into the sunshine and turned right to down the walkway. "Sir!" A voice called from behind me. "I turned to see a young, dirty-faced boy staring up at me, his eyes wide as he held out a shaking hand. 'You- you left one of your cards, sir." I took it gratefully and started to turn away until he grabbed my sleeve. "You're a Cardsman aren't ya!" He spoke in a hushed tone. I nodded. "The Cardsmen are no more." he smiled a bit. "Then you 'r the last one!" My eyes softened. "It would seem so. How do you know about that?" He bowed his head, his eyes filling with sadness. "Me Mum told me stories about them. She died." He raised his head, a light in his eyes. "No one else believed me, but I knew you were real!" I palmed the card and held it back out. "Why don't you keep this." He grinned. "Gee whiz, thank ya, sir!" I ruffled his hair. "No problem." He threw a salute and disappeared into an alley.
I turned and continued to walk down the street. I was very close, I could feel it. It was the last key to finding the final resting place. It was time for the Wild Card to show his hand!
OOC: I dug up a few reference pictures off line so here you go. I tried to draw my character, but I couldn't get it to look right.