The last bullet (Russian Roulette) IC

[Merry]

Merry barked with laughter at the events that had just unfolded. Standing up, she brushed herself off, still laughing. It wasn't exactly a joyful laugh, but it did hold some humor over all. Tucking the gun back into her waist band, she held up her hands in mock surrender. She couldn't remember the last time she had been so effectively man-handled, but then again, her job didn't usually involve close encounters.

"Easy there, stud" she smirked at guy that had just pulled her across the room. "I care not one fig for the crowd, as you say" she turned and blew a kiss toward the closest monitor in mocking acknowledgement. "we're here to give them a show, and a show will be had. One way or another" she sneered.

"Besides, your girl there started it.’ nodding at the cowgirl with the pigtails. "trying to shoot someone in the face" wagging a perfectly manicured finger in Juni's direction "tsk, tsk, tsk!"

"At least leave that part of me intact" she countered at the other. "Give my momma something to identify when this is all said and done." she said, inflecting a southern drawl into her voice, laughing again at the three of them.

"as for you?" she said, turning towards Rogue, her lips curling into a most wicked grin "Well, I'm sure we will meet again, soon, and I can honestly say that I will be looking forward to that encounter. Very, very much so" patting her currently unlit gun in unmistakable indication that it would be used, and soon.

"toodles" she drawled, sarcastically and wandered out of the room in search of whomever else was left in this madhouse.

[Froggy]

One moment she was fighting for her life with a gun pressed clear against her temple, her mind wondering when and if the metal would fire against her. The next...there was a sudden weight being lifted off of her and she fell limp to the floor, but it wasn't over as Rogue had very quickly joined the scuffle, only managing to give Juniper enough room to breathe, enough time to catch her breath.

One moment she had been pinned, expecting to be stuck there until the woman's gun lit up, then...there was yet another joining them, also in her defense. It seemed as though she had made alliances this evening, alliances that had perhaps saved her life. She knew that ultimately, if they made it to the end...those alliances would break. For now though they would at least provide her company, and apparently...a little defense when needed.

Jacogos was there, lifting Rogue off of the scrap pile first, tossing her aside just enough to separate the feud. Then the woman was lifted off, much rougher this time, and tossed a much further distance. Juniper stood up, rushing over to Rogue and helping her up immediately. She watched the exchange between Jacogos and the psychotic woman, making note not to aim for her face again...next time, if she got a next time, she would aim for her heart.

The alcohol was quickly leaving her system and when the woman left, she immediately went up to Jacogos and wrapped her arms around him, kissing him gently. "Thank you," she said, smiling up at him. She returned to Rogue and held her hands, thanking her as well. Luckily everyone had gotten out of it with minor injuries, but now she had half a mind to stay away from the woman for as long as possible.

[Mihkul]

Mihkul wrestled the gun from Ellie's hand. He was relieved that it didn't fire. The commotion interrupted him as he saw Jac pulling the girls off of Legs. He gazed at him with contempt. So he thinks he's a hero, he thought? Mihkul wondered what the ladies would think of him as he wet himself with a gun pointed at his head?

He left Ellie momentarily as he helped Merry to her feet. He looked at her and smiled, knowing that the next time either of these women may not be so lucky. "You look like you could use another drink, my dear." He escorted her to the bar. Ellie had sat on the floor in a heap, almost catatonic. He would deal with her later when she regained her senses, if she ever did. This game was not for the weak of mind and the tension was beginning to take it's toll.

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Mihkul could almost feel the gun activate in his hand. It was a feeling of power as the gun lit up. He could see the earlier episode in his mind when Jacogos had intervened in the catfight. In his world Mihkul saw that as a sign of leadership and in this game the only leadership Mihkul would accept was himself as the leader. This is something he felt he should nip in the bud.

He searched for him and found him with the two women, cooing and flirting like schoolkids. Walking up to him, he pointed the gun at his head. "This is nothing personal, my young stud. This is more instinctual and territorial. The pride needs only one alpha male and maturity always wins out over hormones."

Mihkul points at Jacogos and pulls the trigger.

[SQJ]

-CLICK!-



Gun doesn't Fire.



The next gun has lit up.


There was a sigh of joint anticipation and exhaustion first the chaos of the fight matched well with the pull of the suicide.

This was what the people wanted. The dread, the intensity as they could be snuffed out so easily. So inaffectionately.

If it was all fun and games before, it sure as fuck wasn't now. SQJ's eyes darted from screen to screen, staring hard at the money in front of him, all that gold.

At the rate things were going things would speed up really quickly. One of them would be holding all of it and he would be more of a billionaire than ever before. He would not be the organiser, he would be the one placing bets, carving the world up as the lion he had proved himself to be so long ago.

He could only wonder what would happen next.

[.Karma.]

Rogue was shocked when she found herself flat on her ass, but her shock turned to anger as she quickly got up and was about to turn on the person who had pulled her off. She quickly changed gears when she realized it was one of her very few 'friends' in this game and she used the term friend very loosely, she knew anyone could turn on you at any time. But she couldn't have everyone hate her in this game, or she would be dead very soon.

As Merry spoke to her she grinned, amused, and watched her walk away before letting Juni help her up. She was still mad at Jac, but kept it to herself. "No kiss for me?" She smirked, and grabbed Juni giving her a big passionate kiss on the mouth.

She quickly pulled the kiss apart and her eyes got wide as a man she hadn't really noticed before held a gun to Jacs head. She had been determined not to get attached in this game, this was all for thrills and fun, but she couldn't help that deep pit that started in her stomach when she saw Jac with a gun to his head. She breathed a sigh of relief as it clicked. Rogue had to fight the urge to run up and hug him, but just then her own gun lit up.

She was torn between who to shoot now. Thirty seconds ago she was sure that she was going to shoot at Merry, but now there was this man. She sighed closing her eyes.

"Ring around the rosie, A pocket full of posies.." She headed walking slowly in the direction that Merry had went. "Ashes, ashes..." She quickly turned and smiled toward Jac, and stalked toward Mihkul putting her gun up against his head and took a deep breath, looking into his eyes. "We all fall down.."

Rogue fires her gun at Mihkul

[Mihkul]

He stared at her with a look of disbelief. He had expected to die in a much grander way. Death from anger was always possible, death by profession was what was expected. But, death by lunacy was neither honorable or acceptable. To die at the hands of this crazy bitch was so unforseeable he was caught totally off guard.

He was not ever afraid to die, nor was he now. It was more of a disappointment. If it had been the young stud he would have understood. Vengeance was always a flame to fan the fires. If it had been Legs he would have smiled in acceptance. He had always hoped that when his life was taken it would be from a professional he admired. It had never crossed his mind that it could possibly be someone who was two bricks shy of a full load.

Angrily, he pressed his forehead even tighter into the gun barrel and glared at her. "Сделайте это, Суку!- Do it, Bitch"

[Merry]

Merry sipped a water, sitting at the bar. It had been sweet of Mihkul to escort her away like he had. Protective almost. On the one hand it had appealed to her girly nature that he had done that. A part of her that she thought long lost and buried away. Apparently not lost enough. On the other hand, it really had pissed her off. She didn't need anyone to protect her.

What happened had been an interesting way to test the other players in the game. She was aware of the other players, most had reputations that had proceeded them. Still, was always nice to be able to confirm the tales, or in some cases dispel the myth. They were certainly and emotional lot.

Finishing the water, she calmed her thoughts and proceeded back toward the others, just in time to hear Mihkul scream at Rogue. She waited to see if the gun would fire. Guess they wouldn't get that conversation about protecting people after all.

[SQJ]

-CLICK!-

Gun doesn't Fire.

The next gun has lit up.

[Mihkul]

The glaring fire in his eyes turned to a smug smile as Mihkul heard the empty click of the gun. Again, Fate had been with him and although he still didn't quite understand his purpose he was thankful that he did not die at her hands. Death without honor was beneath him.

He reached his hands out and grabbed Rogue by the cheeks, pressing his lips hard against hers, then pulled his head back and laughed as his hands slipped to her neck. He felt her voicebox beneath his thumbs as he pressed firmly against it. His massive hands slowly tightened around her throat as he saw her eyes bulge.

"Nietsche wrote 'The true man wants two things-danger and play. For that reason he wants woman, as the most dangerous plaything.' You are a dangerous woman for you have no purpose. You are reckless and deserve to die."
He looked at her and saw her face a crimson red, her eyes bulging, and he released the choke hold on her. "It shall come. Another time." He pushed her to the floor and returned to the bar, sitting beside Legs. He hoisted his glass of vodka and said "'Za vashe zdorovye-to your health!"

[Merry]

Merry watched as the gun failed to fire. She was surprised at herself for caring, one way or the other, but apparently she did have an interest. Her lips twitched in a small smile, the only outward sign that she had been paying attention to the merriment happening across the room. The strangling was a nice touch. There was something satisfying about actually grabbing someone and stopping their air intake.

She was glad he didn't get his head blown off, yet. She wondered what emotion would course through her mind when she held the gun to his head? Would it bother her? Would she be able to find that cold dark place that she slipped off to on a regular hit? That cold dark place that fit her like a favorite pair of jeans when it was her turn to point the gun at him. That special place that allowed her to just take care of what needed to be done with no guilt or remorse? It was going to be interesting to find out. Part of the enticement she decided was the delicious anticipation of the inevitable.

Turning away, when she realized he wasn't going to actually kill the girl, she headed back to the bar. He would be headed that way for sure. She wasn't disappointed, and he stepped up as she had expected.

"'Za vashe zdorovye-to your health!"

Smiling she joined him in a shot, toasting back in return. “To your health as well” she replied. Putting the glass down on the bar, she continue “now, I do believe I need to go kill someone.” Grinning maliciously, she slid off the bar stool and headed back toward the other room.

Stopping in the entrance of the doorway, she spotted Rogue, still rubbing her neck from her previous encounter with Mihkul. She pulled the gun from the holster, at this distance she could fire with her eyes closed and not miss. If the gun fired, of course. Holding the gun steady, with both hands, she took careful aim. Caught Rogue’s eye, winked at her and pulled the trigger.

Merry fires at Rogue07