compulsive gamblers

On a moonless night many years ago, you met a man at a crossroads on the outskirts of town. He offered you many splendid things - all that you could want and more, all at a single fixed price. How could you say no to deal like that?

Now the Devil has come to collect his due. He arrives at your doorstep in crimson and gray, merry eyes dancing like the flames of Hell. When you do not resist, he looks disappointed, as though claiming your soul is another weary chore on a list as long as eternity. Does he want you to weep, to fight him, to beg for another few years? Or perhaps… perhaps he is just looking for a game.

A contest, then? His eyes burn brightly at this suggestion. Yes, there is no doubt about it - you’ve seen that hungry look before, on the face of every compulsive gambler you’ve ever known.

It is the old wager. Should you win, all debts are forgiven, and he gives up all claim over your soul. Should you lose, he will collect his payment in full.

You never learned to play the fiddle, so his first hopeful suggestion is shot down. A game of riddles is no better - the only one you can remember involves a frog in a blender. Chess, then? No, no. You called one of your pieces “the horsey” and he ended the game abruptly.

There’s got to be something you can play, he pleads, voice teetering on the edge of desperation. Backgammon? Billiards? Poker? Golf? But you have never been a competitive person - winning has never appealed to you the way it does to some, and you are not the worthy and driven opponent he craves.

And then… you find it. It’s not what your infernal guest was hoping for, but it’s all you’ve got, and by now he’s ready to settle for anything that offers a challenge. Long nights spent playing against yourself during the lonely years after grad school honed your skills to a keen edge. It’s the last chance you’re ever going to get, and by God, you’re giving it your all.

Anyone passing by your window would see nothing at all out of the ordinary - just two hunched figures, lost in twin concentration, and between you, a Scrabble board.

okay, during the 90s and early 00s there were three bands that can be called truly genius.

Compulsive Gamblers, Oblivians and Reigning Sound.

in all of them greg cartwright had a essential part. yeah… listen to it, if you haven’t. doesn’t get much better than these bands in these here modern times.

it’s music written in the same vein as the great ole songs. all guts and soul

I have a therapy group meeting today and the last time I was late the compulsive gamblers were betting the passive-aggressors that they couldn’t make the over-eaters cry.
—  Niles Crane (David Hyde Pierce)
Frasier S04E19 ‘Three Dates and a Breakup’
Jounouchi and his Duel Disk and Deck

So in the new movie Jounouchi Katsuya/ Joey Wheeler has his duel disk on his arm most of the time. It was also the first tip off to the others that he was in trouble when they found his duel disk and deck without him.

At first I thought it was weird because in the sub he says he doesn’t really know what he wants to do with his life, but for now he is happy to play cards. Then I thought about it for a moment.

You have Seto and Yugi who both have no issues getting their duel disks or decks. Yugi gets all the newest models from Seto to be challenged, and while the game shop doesn’t make Yugi well off financially, he has access to good and rare cards to build a more formidable deck. For Seto he has the money to get whatever card he wants and he makes the disks, so of course he has them.

However Katsuya/ Joey has neither. He only has the duel disk he does because it came free for all those who were able to participate in Battle City. If he wants the new model he has to work hard to earn some money to get it. Not only that but his deck isn’t very impressive. It’s mostly cheep cards and low level monsters. However there are a few exceptions. In the DM world the Time Wizard is a rare card, and offering the only ‘rare’ card that he had as a gift from Yugi, he got a Red eyes black dragon, a Jinzo, Insect Queen, and Fortress Whale. So now there is a little money invested in these cards.

Judging from what we know about his past and appearance, Katsuya/ Joey doesn’t have a lot of stuff worth money. In fact I would bet that the Duel disk and his deck are the things that he has that are worth the most amount of money. So why would he carry them all the time? Especially because it’s clear he still gets into fights from time to time.

First is the only image we ever see of his apartment has it littered with beer bottles and trash. His apartment is a mess. If he left those things there they could get trashed. Then we know his father has two crippling addictions. He is an alcoholic and compulsive gambler. Speaking from experience when you have people like that around they tend to take some of the most expensive things you own to sell to feed those additions. My brother stole my entire coin and weapons collections for his additions. So what if Katsuya/ Joey is carrying his duel disk and deck everywhere to make sure his Dad just doesn’t take them while he is gone to sell?

I mean we do know he plays with Yugi at school and he was on his way to Yugi’s when he next had it, but there was no need to have his disk for the first one. I honestly think he keeps it with him at all times to keep anything from happening to it.

Just A Number (Sherlock X Reader Imagine)

Title: Just A Number

Pairing: Sherlock x Reader

Characters: Sherlock, John, Reader

Word Count: 1,505

Request: @meredith9811 :May I request a Sherlock x Reader where she is young but she has fallen in love with the Holmes and he finds himself in love also, but he will not confess because she is so young. Does that make sense? Haha sorry if it’s a lot.

A/N: Requests are open! 

Just A Number Part 2

••••••••••

You pressed the doorbell of 221B, trying desperately to stay out of the rain. You were ushered upstairs by a charismatic landlady who offered you some tea. You smiled and thanked her as you sat down in a stiff chair facing the fireplace.

“Ah, finally a client.” A voice came out of the kitchen and sat in a black chair next to you: Sherlock Holmes.

“Well I’m not exactly a client.” You said, and you could tell he was trying to study you.

“If you’re not my client then who is?” He asked, steepling his fingers in a dominant fashion.

“I can’t give you much information, doctor-patient confidentiality and all that, but I do need your help.” You said, crossing your legs. You saw his eyebrow raise, suspiciously.

“How are you a doctor? You must be twenty.” You asked.

“Twenty-five actually, and I’m a doctor of psychology, I have my own practice.” You smiled, you were used to this by now.

“How can you be so young?” He asked.

“I graduated from Oxford, top of my class at 18, medical school 20, and then opened my own practice, but that’s not why I’m here.” You pushed. You watched again as Sherlock eyed you, his was clearly attracted to you, no matter how hard he tried to hide it.

“But.. how?” He asked again.

“What? Like it’s hard?” You smirked, before carrying on, “Like I said I can’t tell you much, but someone of significance to my patient was recently killed in an… unusual way, and immediately after he contacted a therapist, not the police or a detective.

“How unusual?” He asked curiously.

“‘Quite literally– death by a thousand cuts. Now I can’t tell you who he is, but I can steer him into your path. I have another session with him in an hour, maybe if he saw you around my office he might reach out to you, or at the very least you could read him yourself.” You said.

“Oh this is a good one, you’re spoiling me Ms…?” He asked for your name.

“Y/L/N. Y/N Y/L/N.” You smiled.

“Well Y/N, why come to me?” He asked.

“Well, I wrote my thesis on the science of deduction, I found your website, thought finally someone who speaks my language. And you’re a mild celebrity, though I try to avoid it, I do watch the news. And I need your help.” You pleaded.

“I’ll do it.” He smiled.

“Four o’clock.” You smiled, standing and handing him your business card with your office address on it.

“Sorry I’ve got to run. I’m conducting a seminar on multiple personalities and it takes forever to fill out the name tags.” You grabbed your bag and exited the room, on your way down the stairs you passed a man heading to see Sherlock. John Watson, you recognized him from the blog.

••••••••••

“Hey Sherlock, who was that?” John asked after you had left.

“Client.” He smiled, leaning against the window, watching you flag down a cab.

“You like her.” John teased.

“No I don’t.” He lied.

“You’re still looking at her.” John observed. Sherlock looked away from the window quickly. “Who is she?”

“Dr. Y/N Y/L/N.” He smiled.

“Doctor? John was taken aback.

“There are still incredible people who walk among us.” Sherlock answered, slipping on his long coat.

“Sherlock where are you going?” John yelled as Sherlock ran down the stairs.

“The game is on!” He yelled, slamming the door.

••••••••••

“Dr. Y/L/N, there’s a Mr. Holmes here to see you.” Your receptionists said through the phone.

“Thank you Erin.” You said, putting the phone back on the receiver, and leaving your office.

“You’re early.” You smiled as you saw Sherlock standing in your office.

“Maybe I just really needed to see a doctor.” He smirked.

“Clearly.” You smirked.

“Y/N.” Your receptionist said, and you turned to face her. “Your four o’clock just called and canceled.”

“Shit, give me his file.” You ordered, she pulled it from the cabinet and placed it in your hand. You searched it for his address. You had to find him, you knew if he didn’t show up he might kill again. Obviously that was what happened the first time, he killed his flatmate.

You handed the file to Erin and she knew that you might be out for a while and not make it back for your next appointment.

“You have a session with your multiple personality at 6:00.” Erin said as you were heading towards the door.

“Not to worry. If I’m late he can just talk amongst himself.” You called back, pulling Sherlock out the door for you two to hail a cab.

Once in the car, you handed the file to Sherlock. Doctor-patient confidentiality gets thrown out the window if the patient has a potential to harm themselves or others.

“He craves power over others, since he has a lack of power in his own life. If I’m right about this, he killed his flatmate and is about to kill again. The method of death by a thousand cuts, or lingchi, is a very personal act. For someone like this, guns are too quick. They can’t savor all the little emotions. They start with the eyes, rendering the rest of the process even more psychologically terrifying for the victim. This gives them control, the victim’s life is in their hands, they can keep cutting and cutting until they’re satisfied, slowly, savoring it.” You explained as Sherlock read the file.

“So we can suspect it’s someone of significance to him. Why kill the flatmate? Had he wronged him in some way?” Sherlock asked.

“He said they got on well, and the police still think it was a random murder. But the police are idiots and my patient was obviously lying. You should have seen him, behavioral pauses and delays, verbal and nonverbal disconnects, hiding the mouth and eyes, throat-clearing and swallowing, he’s not very good at lying. The flatmate was sleeping with his girlfriend. She could be the next target.” You said, and Sherlock was staring at you in an odd way.

“What?” You asked, he was still staring and it was starting to concern you.

“It’s just that you’re so… mature and intelligent… and you should definitely should branch into criminal investigation.” He said, dumbfounded.

“You’re not the first to try to recruit me Sherlock Holmes.” You smirked.

“Oh really, who was?” He asked.

“MI6, the government, and a man named Mycroft Holmes, your brother I’m assuming.” You smiled.

“My brother tried to recruit you to work for the government?” Sherlock asked.

“Oh yes, he was very kind. He said I was perspicacious, and preeminent in my field.” You smiled, and the cab halted to a stop. The two of you rushed out.

You broke into the flat and stopped your patient from killing his girlfriend. She was tied up and he had injected her with opium to dull the pain so the process could last longer. Sherlock called the police, after a short row with your patient. He tried to escape and Sherlock caught him, and also received a punch to the face that was now swelling.

You now stood in 221B, helping Sherlock get all doctored up. You left the room to grab something for Sherlock, and left him with John.

“Sherlock… She’s a bit young for you, don’t you think?” John nagged.

“Who said anything about romantic entanglement?” Sherlock asked, defensively.

“You did, in all forms short of physical speech.” John answered.

“I know she’s a little younger than me, but John I’ve never felt like this before and it’s strange and new and I don’t know what to do!” Sherlock whisper yelled.

“A little younger, Sherlock she’s 10 years younger!” John yelled back just as you had entered the room. Sherlock looked apologetically up to you when he saw the look on your face. You had fallen for Sherlock Holmes.

“Uh, I’d love to stay, but I…” You said, thinking of an excuse as you gathered your things, ”I have my therapy group meeting… and the last time I was late the, er, compulsive gamblers were betting the passive aggressors that they couldn’t make the overeaters… cry.”

You headed down the stairs, surprised when you heard Sherlock running down after you. He grabbed your arm when you hit the coat rack downstairs.

“Y/N, wait, please.” Sherlock stopped you.

“No, I should go.” You tried to leave, but he stopped you.

“You truly are brilliant, and beautiful, and I would be a fool to let you walk out of here right now. You are the first woman who I’ve felt this way around. At first I was hesitant, because of the slight age difference, but now I see that that doesn’t matter and age is just a number.” Sherlock began.

“Sherlock–” You tried, but he cut you off.

“Would you like to have dinner with me?” He asked.

“I’d love to.” You beamed.

••••••••••

Part 2

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“I once knew a compulsive gambler who said it’s not cheating if you don’t get caught. D'arby I believe his name was. So you may never know young one.”

She then got up from the table and placed her hands on the young girls shoulders.

“Now to more pressing matters. You lost everything to me. But surely we can come to an arrangement so you can get your stuff back….”

The queen said with a wicked smile full of evil and glee.

The contact feels… scary somehow. It’s just hands on her shoulder, but it feels… touchy…?

S-So you did cheat then!” Her voice is an octave higher than usual, partly because of the things she won’t have lost if she caught the Servant cheating, but mostly because… why does she feel like a rabbit about to be preyed on?

Slowly, she turns her head, wide eyes on the Servant. “What… kind of arrangement…?”

Locked-Room Mystery

As your new admin, thescienceofdeductionsh, I have written up a new case for you in-training consulting detectives to deduce and solve.

This round will be up until the 17th of August, and I will pick a winner between 17-22. Have fun!

(Note: I decided to omit Sherlock’s questions and just add all the suspects answers to what he would have asked them.)

A man identified to be Roger Whitely, a 36-year old compulsive gambler and restaurant owner was found dead in his flat in the early hours of the morning from an apparent heart attack. All the exits were locked and there was no sign of forced entry, nor was there an attic or basement or any hidden exits anywhere in the entire flat.

The post-mortem divulged that the man was in excellent shape- the veins on the back of his legs were bulging from the muscle mass due to strenuous exercise, suggesting he was a runner at one time. His cholesterol levels were even, and he had the heart of a 20-year old. Not only that, but a look into his family history revealed no heart trouble of any kind.

Forensics also did nothing to shed light on the cause of death- as there were no marks on his body, traces of poison, or other substance to be found that would have resulted in his death. The murder weapon was never found.

Police interviewed many witnesses claiming to have talked with the victim or had contact within the last 48 hours. They consisted of his friends, co-workers, and family, but all had rock-solid alibis except for Lanice, his 60-year old mother who lives alone, Jane, his 36-year old wife, who was out of town at the time of the murder, Andy, his 50-year old gambling partner and best friend, and Anna, his 25-year old maid- a friend of the family who stayed with him the entire time whenever his wife would leave town.

The baffled police then turned to Sherlock Holmes and gave him all their assets and resources. Sherlock then interviewed the witnesses directly from his flat, each individually.

Lanice: “This is terrible! My boy is dead. How is this possible? I only saw him the other night at dinner. He seemed to be in good spirits… he told me about his work and his wonderful loving wife; she’s a lawyer with the local law-firm who had gone out of town on a business trip two days prior and hadn’t been back for 4 days. I thought that was too long for a business trip, but Roger assured me that she made these lengthly trips once a month to other law-firms around the country. I don’t actually own a key to his flat, he was a grown married man who didn’t need his mother barging in at awkward times. Please do all you can to find my boy’s killer.”

Jane: “How can my husband be dead? And you’re telling me that you don’t know what killed him. How can you not know? I was only out of town for 6 days and I rushed home immediately after I received a phone call this morning that my husband was dead. Can you imagine finding out in such a horrible way? He seemed so sad when I left him, but then again he always is. He really missed me when I left, but I didn’t have a choice. One time I asked him if he wanted to come with me, but he just shook his head and told me he would be waiting for me. And now I have nothing left now but my job at the firm. My only love is dead. Find my husband’s killer and bring him to justice. Don’t let his death be in vain.”

Anna: “This is truly awful! Who would want to kill my boss? He was such a good man. Sure, he gambled a lot when his wife left town, but he told me that was just to fill the void she left him every month. I did my best to keep him away from it though. Made the best meals I could, kept him company with friendly conversation-just to keep his mind off missing his wife. His wife instructed me to do so every time she was away, so I know she doesn’t mind. Of course I own a key. I have an early shift and that’s the only way to get in. Please do all you can to find who did this.”

Andy: “I’ve known Roger since the third grade. He was a good guy, never a bully. He would always be flirting with the girls, but he stayed true to his high school sweetheart. The poor sod eventually married her, knowing her busy schedule. And he was an absolute wreck when she left, leaving me to pick him off the floor. But he was my best friend, so there was no question where i’d be when he needed help. Yes, I own a key to his flat, just as a safety precaution though. He could be forgetful sometimes. I saw him just last night at the pub, we played a short poker game with stakes of 50 or 100 pounds. That was the only way to get him to play, the more money bet, the better. He was an adrenalin junky, always looking for the next rush. I wouldn’t be surprised if that’s what killed him.”

At the end of the testimonies, Sherlock asked all the witnesses one question, and found the murderer. Who was the murderer? And what was the question? Explain your reasons thoroughly.