The Money Tree

[NOKI --- ♥]

WHO DOESN'T LIKE FREE MONEY?

All you need to do for this game is post a quick little paragraph, maybe like 3 sentences of your character picking up one of the 10 little black pouches on the game stand. They all weigh the same, filled with coal and Cents. Every bag is a winner, however only some contain up to 500 Cents for you to win! You may only play this game once a week.

This game will be re-set every Monday, all responds will be deleted to reduce clutter.

Starting Monday, August 15, the Money Tree will be handing out a maximum of 500 Cents weekly per character.

[ALEXIAL NAMU CASTIO]

Alex had never heard of such a game before. She was curious on what it was, to be honest, but at the same time she didn't want to play a game focused on winning cash. . . What if it was rigged? She eyed the stand from where she was standing, not too far off, and watched as other people walked up, grabbed a bag, and actually did get some money. At the same time, they could be like those people on t.v., that would be payed to do such a thing. And better yet, that could be their pay. The girl had an endless string of thoughts that led to this all being some sort of scheme, and yet, she never once thought about how this could be for real. That people actually were winning money, and she could very well be earning this amount as well. . . She eyed the bags again, looking at how they all were black and lumpy. Almost like the were filled with cash- fake cash of course. But, all in all, she walked up to the stand, taking another look at the bags. They all looked the same, but people were getting different amounts every time they opened them up. . . What if it really wasn't counterfeit, or just rocks? What if the bags were like in those movies where they'd be bottomless and able to hold as much as you want in them? That would be col, actually. Having a bag programmed to look like it's holding a lot less than it actually was. . . It would truly be a game of luck, then! She examined the bags a bit more, trying to see if it actually was rigged, before the stand keeper gave her a dirty look that obviously said "choose a bag or get the hell away." and she returned it with a classic look of she didn't care before examining them again. They did look a lot like they were filled with rocks, pebbles to make them look lumpier and fuller. . . She wasn't going to take one if it was filled with fake things. That was just one thing that was against everything for her. She turned around and started walking away, no plans on getting a rigged lumpy bag today. But the thought lingered in the back of her head that maybe, just maybe, there was a slim chance of her actually getting money from this. That she could actually gain from putting her mind on the line and just going with it. Maybe she'd even learn that suspicious looking lumpy bags aren't what they seem to be?So, after getting herself a coffee she walked past the stand again, still seeing people winning money from the bags that they got. Oh how tempting it was to just walk up and grab one, it couldn't be any easier. Really, it couldn't. But, what if the bags were rigged so that they would be trigger alarmed so when you go home and you're about to watch Dr. Phil ( who watches that anyway? ) cops suddenly kick down your door and arrest you for theft from a stand? That would be terrible! She didn't want to go to jail, not again! The last time she was in jail was harsh enough, and that was because of an incident from a long time ago, one she definitely isn't proud of years later. And, just a possibility, what if she suddenly got found again and whatshisface took her back to their little gang and. . . Before she knew it she was standing in front of the stand, hand hovering just over a bag of lumpy things and what if there were cookies in it? Like the losing bag was a bag of cookies?! Oh, that wouldn't be losing, that would be winning! She would love to just munch on some cookies and walk down the street, looking at people and going "what bitch? I won these cookies!" Oh how she wanted to grab one of the bags and get some cookies from it. . . But what if she got something that no normal person would want? Like socks or toothpaste? What the hell kind of prize would that be? And how would the socks fit, wouldn't they be too big or too small since the size would probably be randomized in hopes that whoever were to grab it would actually somehow be that size. She looked down at the sack again. What if it had tickets to some show, like. . . Well she didn't think of anything at the time but still. Would that be cool to have, random tickets that you got from a sack of grass? Her eyes trailed down to the grass. It looked especially green today, with the contrast of the red bricks on the building- No. . . Actually that looked quite hideous when you put the two together, the way it was just clashing. . . And then the yellow sun didn't exactly make it better on her eyes. Or maybe it was that the stand man had a huge bald spot on his head and it seemed to reflect the rays of the sun on to her face, damn near blinding her altogether. She looked away from the blinding rays of the reflected sun from the man's bald spot and went back to looking at the sacks. Did they really have cash in them, or was that just a fake? Were there people that just took a sack that were being ripped from their bonbons and Dr Phil as she was just looking down at the bags. Those poor bonbons would go uneaten, too. Poor bonbons, never finding the pleasures of sitting in a person's stomach and having a proper home in the digestive track. She truly felt sorry for those bonbons. Bonbons tasted like the perfect kind of pastry right now, and she was starting to get a craving for them as her mind lingered on the thoughts of eating such a delectable little treat. . . She realized now that she was watching a taxi pass by out of the corner of her eye, and turned to watch it be chased by a group of dog-like pokemon chasing it. How amusing. She looked down to her own pokeball that harvested an Absol, and wondered if he would every be caught trying to chase a vehicle that would go a lot faster than he could ever dream to run. An object that was always out of reach, but held just so that you can feel it with the tips of your fingers, just so that you can taste it. Which reminded her of a song, labeled Taste The Cake. It was a spoof off some video game, and she couldn't help but find herself humming the song. It had a catchy tune, and she loved how it seemed to be just the absolute perfect little voice that sang it. "All alone, and she wondering why ~ She has a bad feeling that she's going to die ~ She hides from the cameras and begins to cry ~ She never really believes that the cake is a lie ~" She continued humming it, and even once or twice even got a weird glance from someone that walked up and grabbed a sack and left. She realized that she spent a couple hours actually just standing there and wondering things about the sack and if it was rigged. How silly of her. She looked up at the standAlex had never heard of such a game before. She was curious on what it was, to be honest, but at the same time she didn't want to play a game focused on winning cash. . . What if it was rigged? She eyed the stand from where she was standing, not too far off, and watched as other people walked up, grabbed a bag, and actually did get some money. At the same time, they could be like those people on t.v., that would be payed to do such a thing. And better yet, that could be their pay. The girl had an endless string of thoughts that led to this all being some sort of scheme, and yet, she never once thought about how this could be for real. That people actually were winning money, and she could very well be earning this amount as well. . . She eyed the bags again, looking at how they all were black and lumpy. Almost like the were filled with cash- fake cash of course. But, all in all, she walked up to the stand, taking another look at the bags. They all looked the same, but people were getting different amounts every time they opened them up. . . What if it really wasn't counterfeit, or just rocks? What if the bags were like in those movies where they'd be bottomless and able to hold as much as you want in them? That would be col, actually. Having a bag programmed to look like it's holding a lot less than it actually was. . . It would truly be a game of luck, then! She examined the bags a bit more, trying to see if it actually was rigged, before the stand keeper gave her a dirty look that obviously said "choose a bag or get the hell away." and she returned it with a classic look of she didn't care before examining them again. They did look a lot like they were filled with rocks, pebbles to make them look lumpier and fuller. . . She wasn't going to take one if it was filled with fake things. That was just one thing that was against everything for her. She turned around and started walking away, no plans on getting a rigged lumpy bag today. But the thought lingered in the back of her head that maybe, just maybe, there was a slim chance of her actually getting money from this. That she could actually gain from putting her mind on the line and just going with it. Maybe she'd even learn that suspicious looking lumpy bags aren't what they seem to be?So, after getting herself a coffee she walked past the stand again, still seeing people winning money from the bags that they got. Oh how tempting it was to just walk up and grab one, it couldn't be any easier. Really, it couldn't. But, what if the bags were rigged so that they would be trigger alarmed so when you go home and you're about to watch Dr. Phil ( who watches that anyway? ) cops suddenly kick down your door and arrest you for theft from a stand? That would be terrible! She didn't want to go to jail, not again! The last time she was in jail was harsh enough, and that was because of an incident from a long time ago, one she definitely isn't proud of years later. And, just a possibility, what if she suddenly got found again and whatshisface took her back to their little gang and. . . Before she knew it she was standing in front of the stand, hand hovering just over a bag of lumpy things and what if there were cookies in it? Like the losing bag was a bag of cookies?! Oh, that wouldn't be losing, that would be winning! She would love to just munch on some cookies and walk down the street, looking at people and going "what bitch? I won these cookies!" Oh how she wanted to grab one of the bags and get some cookies from it. . . But what if she got something that no normal person would want? Like socks or toothpaste? What the hell kind of prize would that be? And how would the socks fit, wouldn't they be too big or too small since the size would probably be randomized in hopes that whoever were to grab it would actually somehow be that size. She looked down at the sack again. What if it had tickets to some show, like. . . Well she didn't think of anything at the time but still. Would that be cool to have, random tickets that you got from a sack of grass? Her eyes trailed down to the grass. It looked especially green today, with the contrast of the red bricks on the building- No. . . Actually that looked quite hideous when you put the two together, the way it was just clashing. . . And then the yellow sun didn't exactly make it better on her eyes. Or maybe it was that the stand man had a huge bald spot on his head and it seemed to reflect the rays of the sun on to her face, damn near blinding her altogether. She looked away from the blinding rays of the reflected sun from the man's bald spot and went back to looking at the sacks. Did they really have cash in them, or was that just a fake? Were there people that just took a sack that were being ripped from their bonbons and Dr Phil as she was just looking down at the bags. Those poor bonbons would go uneaten, too. Poor bonbons, never finding the pleasures of sitting in a person's stomach and having a proper home in the digestive track. She truly felt sorry for those bonbons. Bonbons tasted like the perfect kind of pastry right now, and she was starting to get a craving for them as her mind lingered on the thoughts of eating such a delectable little treat. . . She realized now that she was watching a taxi pass by out of the corner of her eye, and turned to watch it be chased by a group of dog-like pokemon chasing it. How amusing. She looked down to her own pokeball that harvested an Absol, and wondered if he would every be caught trying to chase a vehicle that would go a lot faster than he could ever dream to run. An object that was always out of reach, but held just so that you can feel it with the tips of your fingers, just so that you can taste it. Which reminded her of a song, labeled Taste The Cake. It was a spoof off some video game, and she couldn't help but find herself humming the song. It had a catchy tune, and she loved how it seemed to be just the absolute perfect little voice that sang it. "All alone, and she wondering why ~ She has a bad feeling that she's going to die ~ She hides from the cameras and begins to cry ~ She never really believes that the cake is a lie ~" She continued humming it, and even once or twice even got a weird glance from someone that walked up and grabbed a sack and left. She realized that she spent a couple hours actually just standing there and wondering things about the sack and if it was rigged. How silly of her. She looked up at the stand man, who only glared at her as if she was some sort of alien from Mexico Outer Space that needed to be stuck in some sort of glass box and monitored for the rest of her life. She looked around fairly quickly, to make sure that cops didn't hop out of a police car and suddenly drive her away. Oh no, that would be horrible. She wasn't some sort of alien that came down from an unknown planet in a meteorite, crashing into McDonalds and WalMart on the way! How terrified people would be without their fattening foods and supermarkets. She looked around again, a quick sweeping movement, catching glimpse of a really tall tree. She could climb that tree. That wouldn't be hard, would it? It should actually be fairly easy to just grab branch after branch and propel herself upwards.man, who only glared at her as if she was some sort of alien from Mexico Outer Space that needed to be stuck in some sort of glass box and monitored for the rest of her life. She looked around fairly quickly, to make sure that cops didn't hop out of a police car and suddenly drive her away. Oh no, that would be horrible. She wasn't some sort of alien that came down from an unknown planet in a meteorite, crashing into McDonalds and WalMart on the way! How terrified people would be without their fattening foods and supermarkets. She looked around again, a quick sweeping movement, catching glimpse of a really tall tree. She could climb that tree. That wouldn't be hard, would it? It should actually be fairly easy to just grab branch after branch and propel herself upwards. Though, she felt a tug on her arm, as the stand man seemed to have touched her. He told her that she had to pick a sack or leave, though word for word it sounded like "sack or gtfo." which sounded wrong on so many levels that she actually took a few steps back, brushing off her sleeve with her free hand as if his big, meaty hands were covered in some sort of grime that would give her cancer. Nope, she did not want to be touched by this man. She'd rather sit through chinese torture methods than that. But the fat stand man was persistent, telling her to leave before she took away his business. As he got closer, she could have sworn that he smelled more and more like some disgusting greasy bacon, and he just kept coming closer besides her futile attempts at telling him to back the hell off. That was when his sweaty, bacon smelling arm wrapped around her waist, and he led her back to his stand, walking and talking with a heavy Italian accent. The two stopped in front of the stand, Alex all the while near hyper ventilating and wondering when the hell he'll back off so she could burn her clothes and take an acid bath when he took hold of her hand. She tried pulling her hand away, but his sweaty hand somehow had a good grip on her arm, when he made her touch one of the sacks. Now, she was freaking out here. She wasn't even trying to keep herself looking collected for the general populace anymore, with what Alex went through for the majority of her life, she learned that when people touch you, it normally means something bad. So all she wanted was to leave before said bad thing happened, but the fat stand man was already trying to get her hand to wrap around a lumpy black sack, and reluctantly, she did. The stand man seemed pleased at this, and let go of her, walking back to his seat in the shade behind the stand, eating what looked to be his fifth or sixth big mac as she opened the lumpy sack of cash to see what was inside. . . Nope nope.

OOC?! LOLOL IT IS DONE! How many words, do you ask? 3148 3150, happy, Dizz? words, and my longest in character post ever. :3 Enjoy it, and if you actually did read this, you'll probably understand how bored I was. GOOD DAY TO YOU SIR.

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[Nix Night]

Nix came up to the side of the table and smiled to herself before she ran her fingers over the pokeballs that sat on her belt. Everyone there had already had a go at picking a little black bag from the table and some had even had second goes where they had evolved but the last on to pick was the same pokemon who had picked first, phantom. She clicked his ball from her belt and then pressed the button at it's centre and a flash of red light later he stood in front of her with his blade and helmet gleaming in the sunlight, nix nodded to the table and phantom nodded his head before turning away from her and walking to the table and looking the bags there over. He paused on a fat looking bag and shrugged his shoulders before picking it up gently and then turning back to nix and offering her the bag, nix smiled at him and took it from his hand and then pulled the draw string on its top and peeked in side it

[Lyu Auxin]

Lyu walked up to the Table and nodded his head, he lifted one hand and ran it through his messy black hair in thought before nodding his head again and dipping both his hands in to his pockets. He had allowed some of his team to pick bags but not all of them wanted to so he didn't know whether to ask his poochyena to have a go or not, he shrugged his shoulders and walked back to the table before nodding his head for a third time and just sticking a hand out and picking a bag up himself. He found himself smiling as a few moments as the bag felt heavy but he cupped it in his hand and pulled it open with three fingers before looking inside

[Paia Giovanni]

To a first experience, a new surprise. Whether pleasant or not the little black pouch had yet to decide, but Paia would still welcome its outcome with the enthusiasm it begged to be taken with. For a game of chance, it was impossible to lack any, in any case. People came and went as she thought over which to pick, as if putting any less thought into it would make the choice any more random. At the corner, the farthest to the left seemed the most ‘plump’ and she looked over her shoulder toward her Drifloon to assess this with her own opinion. Her eyes blinked at the glaring empty air before they searched and narrowed at the small, purplish balloon pokemon shrinking into the distant exit without the slightest care. Pursing her lips into a thin line, she snatched the pouch without further ceremony, undid the pouch as she turned, and chased after her pokemon before it would leave the orbit again.

[Shikaru]

Nix, the bag you selected contained £108! Try again next week~
Lyu, the bag you selected contained £295! Try again next week~
Paia, the bag you selected contained £233! Try again next week~

[Nix Night]

Nix walked back to the table once again and rolled her eyes, she would have been back the day before had she not gotten distracted by an old friend of hers who had been camping near her. Now she would have to wait an extra day every week which was just plain annoying, she gave a small sigh and then twitched as she felt a hand just below her ribs and she looked down to see nothing and sighed, "ginger...." she said softly before laughing to herself. She walked to the table side and shrugged her shoulders before grabbing the bag in the centre of the table and then dropping it in to her free hand and tugging at it's draw string with her finger tips to see what lay inside

[Lyu Auxin]

Another week had passed and Lyu found himself standing across from the table and hiding behind a tree, there was a large purple bruise on his head and his knuckles had cuts and scabs on them. He had seen the girl he loved with someone else a few days ago and while she didn't know he was there he had seen it, they had gotten along so well and he knew she still thought about him even now so that was why his body was so beaten up. She'd picked someone else. He gave a small sob before quickly darting towards the table as her back was turned to open her own bag, he grabbed the first bag his fingers could reach and rolled under the table in one move and then clutched the bag tightly as he tugged it open and tears started to run down his face