The last bullet (Russian Roulette) IC

[Mihkul]

Mihkul was distracted by the long legs snugly fit with the boots when he caught a flashing light in the corner of his eye. Finally, it was his turn. He lifted the revolver carefully from it's case. It felt perfectly natural in his hand. He had been trained in the Russian army on all types of weaponry and this piece was not unfamiliar to him. He looked around the room, carefully weighing his options.

Elizabeth, the angry young girl. Jacognos, the adventure seeker. Stormy, he'd just let her and Imperial continue the catfight. He loved good entertainment. Merry, he had a professional respect for her, besides being a sweet piece of eye candy. Crimson, the quiet type, and so young. Rogue, another he felt deserved some professional courtesy. Ellie, a loose cannon, but might prove to be very entertaining. Juni, he actually like her spirit. And then there was Tiel. He walked over to her and spoke softly.

"In Russia we have a phrase....Grekhi ottsa. Translated it means sins of the father. Your father was fortunate to be sent to prison and is now under federal protection for testifying against my employer, Mr. Ivankov. The sins of the father must be paid. Even your Bible says that the only payment for sin is blood." Mihkul raises the revolver and aims it poin-blank at Tiel's head. "This is not revenge for your empty shot at me. You r luck would have been great if only the gun had fired. This is strictly business."

Mihkul fires at Cockatiel

[SQJ]

It looked like things were regaining speed! The guns were being fired faster. It looked like the one bullet going of that would make this game far more real had yet to come. It needed to come soon for fear of a riot kicking off. Storm raised her gun.

-CLICK!-

Gun doesn't Fire.

The next gun has lit up.

Another dead end. The groans and frustrations were growing on the other end. Drama one had to love it. There were all new cheers now, SQJ pulled up his remote and flicked through the chaos that was being created. It looked like Juni would be a potential problem but her personal escort had rather specific rules. They had to wait.

But still had to be careful, there was supposed to only one way the people in this game were supposed to leave this plane of existence.

With a bullet to the head.

Though there was little time for his focus to stay there. The next shooter was up! The Ivan had picked up his weapon and aimed it, this brought up a loud explosion of cheers. The true sadists were getting excited!


-CLICK!-

Gun doesn't Fire.

The next gun has lit up.

[.Karma.]

Rogue took two more shots of Jack and almost jumped with joy when her own gun lit up. Looking around through a bit hazy eyes now, she tried to choose her first target.

"Eenie, Meenie, Minie, Moe. Lets put on a fucking show.." She laughed out loud walking around. She pointed the gun at Jacogos, steadying it directly between the eyes. Then she pulled away.

"Duck.."

She went along again just wandering along, trying hard not to skip. She next pointed the gun at Breaking point, again, right between the eyes. Keeping it steady for about ten seconds not saying a word, before she broke into laughter.

"Duck..."

She kept on walking sauntering through the house when something outside caught her eye. On the beach was a pretty girl, looked like she was dressed for a party, or a man. She went out stomping her way through the sand and even walking through some of the water, splashing it on Crimson. She smiled, aimed the gun directly between her eyes yet again, waiting about ten seconds.

"Goose."

She pulls the trigger

Rogue fires at Crimson

[Jacogos]

The metalhead was busy searching through the choices of games- spoiler alert: they mostly sucked- when he heard someone approach him from behind. Her words were perhaps the most interesting ones he had heard since the game had started and he barked a short laugh as he swiveled his head to greet the possibility of death with a grin.

He laughed again, louder, when he noticed the woman's gun wasn't lit up. Yet she still pulled the trigger. A mistake, that, but if she didn't realize it, then it was her own fault. Maybe she would now think she had used her first barrel. Jacogos teased the image of her waving the gun around in anger, demanding to know why her six shots had been fired to no avail whilst the bullet still rested in the final slot. His smile remained fixated on her as he tossed her a controller from the bin next to the game library.

"Pull up a chair, then, darling," he purred, his focus now back on the games.

After a moment of prolonged agony in which Jacogos chose a game, the two were competing in an old-school side-scroller beat-em-up, which he managed to find in the retro games section of the PS4's hard drive. They had only just started when someone else came into the room, whom the long-haired man saw out the corner of his eye. Pretty little thing. She started to speak, but Jacogos barely caught the words as his focus shifted back to the game. It was only when he felt the all-too-familiar touch of someone's lips on his cheek that he was pulled from the virtual reality and into this far more unforgiving one. A single shiver slipped down his spine as he turned his head to look at the girl, who now pointed a gun at him; unlike before, this one was lit.

Hm. Clever, he thought, just as the hammer fell. Click! Nothing. He hadn't realized that he was holding his breath, which made the release of said breath all the sweeter. His cool returning just as quickly, the metalhead smirked at her. "Better luck next time. You want in?"

Even as he said that, the other one decided she had had enough and got up to leave, only to become the target of someone else's gun. She returned fire, for real this time, and both were left with a hollow and death-less click.

He realized that he was smiling once more. This game was tense; not a single gun had fired its first bullet and no one was happy about it. Certainly whatever sick and twisted audience was watching this was also unhappy about this unlikely turn of events. How many guns had fired already? More than 6, so odds were that ANY of the next ones should fire on the first barrel. Soon... First Blood was so close he could taste it.

Jacogos was shaken from his thoughts once again when yet another woman approached him. Christ, I would start to attract women now that I'm doomed to die with a bullet to the head, he thought grimly as he listened to the newcomer. A drinking game? With the stakes this high? Jacogos had never been one for drinking, but when you were faced with the possibility of dying at any moment...

"You're on," he chuckled, pouring himself a shot of the alcohol. It wasn't long before more empty barrels were fired, leaving Jacogos and Rogue with two shots of Jack down their throats.

"Goddamn, I forgot how much this burns," he hissed after he swallowed the foul ichor, shaking his head quickly to shrug off the afterburn. He raised his eyebrow as his new drinking partner aimed her gun at him, only to swivel it away and play a game of lethal Duck, Duck, Goose. He chuckled in his throat, shifting his video game over to an indie game that was getting pretty popular before this mess. He could see the appeal.

[SQJ]

-CLICK!-

Gun doesn't Fire.

The next gun has lit up.

SQJ threw his head back and laughed. Things were getting in tense, over and over the words formed in his head as gun after gun was raised. 'kill','kill','kill'. Perhaps the next one.

[CrimsonLady180]

Crimson had minded her own business in deep thought as to what to do now she was stuck here. Some seemed to be making the most of it, but she didn't plan on loosing herself thought she wasn't always the nicest person in world Crimson figured it was best to keep her tough exterior. It wasn't easy for her to make friends being a little more shy, so Crimson had a tendency to off by herself figuring more wouldn't bother her. She sat back down in the sand trying not to get her dress any more dirty than it already was while letting her feet rest at the water's edge being careful with her dress not wanting it to get wet and smell like the sea. Before she knew it she could feel footsteps getting closer to her due to the sand vibrating, but this person made a fatal mistake by not only pointing a gun at her but also getting her dress wet. "Ugh... You better hope your gun works...," Crimson said with a dark glare not even bothering to move from her spot waiting to see if the gun will go off or not. Once the gun clicked a small smirk crossed her face as she stood up pressing her gun on woman's forehead and without a second through, Crimson pulled the trigger.

Crimson fires at Rogue

[Mihkul]

In the business Mihkul was in patience was a necessity. he had sat in his car for hours and hours waiting for the right moment to take out his target. When he heard the click as he fired at Cockatiel he had a moment of disappointment, mostly because he had shown his hand.A gambler never shows his hand until he is sure it is a winner and has conned everyone else into buying in. But this game was different than any game he had ever played. Second chances weren't a guarantee and it didn't matter if your intent was as clear as the crystal glass he sipped his vodka from, nobody could do anything or control anything. Skill played a zero part in this, with the exception of finding your enemies and hoping you could get them before they got you.

He counted eight clicks but still no shots fired. Maybe there were more, he couldn't remember. The vodka had mellowed his brain. It didn't really matter anyway. What mattered is what happened when it was his turn again. What mattered was if the gun pointed at him would splatter his brains against the elegant walls of the gameroom. He looked at Legs...she hadn't fired yet. And neither had the other man. Things were getting quite interesting.

[SQJ]

-CLICK!-

Gun doesn't Fire.

The next gun has lit up.

[.Karma.]

As the gun was pointed at her head, she got a wicked grin on her face. "See now this is fun!" When it clicked and no shot came she patted Crimson's back. "Better luck next time, duddette." She raced off to meet up with Jacogos. Stopping at the bar she ordered two shots for herself and one for Jacogos, running into the games room she sits directly on his lap, straddling him, blocking his view and holding out the shots. "Did ya miss me?" She had a twinkle in her eyes, this was the ultimate adrenaline rush for her, and it just doubled now that she had been shot at.

[Merry]

Merry stood up and stretched, like a cat that had been laying in the sun for too long. Standing beside the table, she looked around the room, now almost empty. Her face still holding an amused grin. The same grin she had maintained as she watched the guns click off, one by one. All for nothing.

"Well, this is going to be one long ass game if no one ends up dying you bloody freaks" she laughed out loud. Reaching toward her gun on the long table, she stuck her finger in the trigger section of the gun, and spun it as if it were a top. Watching as it whipped around in a circle on the table, shiny and silver, around and around.

"Round and round it goes, where it stops no one knows" she laughed again, just watching the gun until it came to a stop. Grabbing it, she slipped it into her belt and headed to the bar.