The last bullet (Russian Roulette) IC

[SQJ]

-!-

Gun doesn't Fire.

Nothing happens


SQJ faced down the gun, grinning slowly as he raised his arm, slowly, carefully he pulled down the one sleeve to show his cut up wrist and then show his other clean wrist. On either wrist there was no bracelet.


"I see we have an enthusiast, a rebel against the system in front of her. I actually just won a hundred thousand american because of that." He said snatching the gun free and pointing the gun at her.


-!-

Gun doesn't Fire.

Nothing happens


"It's too bad." He said throwing the gun back to her. "It looks like we're just meant to be together " He admired the girl's tenacity. He'd been able to read it early enough to make money off of it. Which was something new to be proud of. "I'll tell you something, you only will learn when you get out of this alive. This is just the tip of fear for you and everyone else." He showed off the scarred wrist. "This happened to me when I was in this tournament. I had gotten so scared I'd tried to chew through my own arm just to avoid being in the damn thing. They didn't fix the bleeding or the arm into I was the last man standing. The others could have let me bleed out but the tension and desperation was so intense they chose death over an easy win. That was fear. It's too early for you to know fear. It must be so frustrating, right?"


He turned her back on her and walked away. "Just play the game, it's your turn after all. The others are waiting."

[Mihkul]

Mihkul laughed aloud. This guy was a raving lunatic, he thought. He would have beat this little bitch over the head with the gun if it was him. He heard him speak of fear. Fear in what? Death? He had known, in his business, that death was promised. It was not an if I die but WHEN I die. It was part of the job description. Like that other broad over there with the nice legs. He could tell that she was in the same business as he was. The business of death. It was a job and it paid a good salary.

He waited while the girl, who had probably pissed herself, gained her composure and chose her target.

[Breaking Point]

Gritting her teeth, Ellie watched SQJ slip away. Of course, her gun wouldn't fire on the first shot, nor the second. The plan was not to die this way. If it was business-work- then of course she would be fine with it. Her eyes burn as she turned around, fingers itching to rip out every single camera and trample them under her feet like a child with a temper tantrum. Against her deep wishes, she restrained herself. She would not do that, and she wouldn't chase after SQJ and strangle him to death either. It wasn't in the rules, but she must keep up her face. The poor little orphan girl wouldn't do that.

Who to shoot then. Ellie hadn't thought of it otherwise. She could shoot at SQJ repeatedly, but he would not have it again. He had been through this game once, and he sitting back as a host to be shot at. "Fine," she grunted to herself. There was this guy to her left, and then the woman with the footstool. Ellie could only categorize them as people of that certain business. That meant there was always a possibility that they would be involved. It wasn't as though she thought of them as allies, but something more along the lines of she didn't want to get on their bad sides. She knew how it would work with them. Exactly, it wouldn't mean anything to shoot back.

The girl in the yoga pants, the one forced here would be perfectly fine as an ally. But then, certain ones just seemed reckless, and pointing at them would mean stupidity. And then others hold the possibility for allies. Ellie stepped through the house, peeking at the bar into the rooms. Some are just enjoying themselves. Then she finds a room with two playing video games in it. These two were definite possibilities.

She'd shoot the girl, but she didn't want to be messed with by that. At the same time though, who would want to mess with the guy? He's kind of heartless. Ellie smiled softly. "Hey, I'm Ellie. It's nice to meet you," she said, reaching her hand toward the guy, but dropped it before he could shake. She bent down and kissed his cheek. "Sorry that's the kiss of death," she spoke with enough flirt to get her through, winking as she pulled up her gun. He was cute, and it could seem innocent being the orphan. She hoped so anyway. Maybe flirting would cover it up in some way? Probably not, but he was the best choice.

Ellie fired at Jacogos.

[SQJ]

-CLICK!-

Gun doesn't Fire.

The Imperial's gun has lit up.

There were more tense cheers this time. It made sense, quite a few guns had been fired but still no bullet. It worlds about the type of match they were heading towards, no early gun shots would mean that each gun when it was finally fired would have high dice rolls. If more than a single round of shooting completed without ever once firing it meant there'd be one hell of a build up to a fast massacre instead of the meat grinder most of these events were.

But only time would tell which one would do which. SQJ himself climbed up to the roof where a seat and a large screen TV was strategically placed. Most of the camera work and planning had been done and he was a big fan of the games himself. He deserved to watch the show too. He spared on look to the beach, admiring its beauty and watching the lone participant who'd gone outside. Though she was alone she was inreality far from it.

Her personal three man escort was standing a short distance away, some people did try swim away, it wasn't often but most certainly an occurrence.

[Imperial1917]

Imperial1917 picked up the glowing gun, amused at the lightshow. The others has been putting on quite the play, shooting this way and that. She was quite prepared to take a shot at anyone. Still, she had favorites. They all did, she imagined.

She picked up the gun, unsurprised at its weight. It would kick like a mule, this one. That suited her just fine. That was how she liked them. No sense in making a revolver of small caliber. It would bore the audience and they couldn't have that, could they? She could hear them cheering now, rooting for the outcome that they wanted. Death. Always death. And they said that the world was more civil now. She laughed when they said that. She knew better.

She swung the gun around. It was time for someone to have a stormy night.
She pulled the trigger.

Imperial1917 fired at StormyNyte.

[SQJ]

-CLICK!-

Gun doesn't Fire.

The next gun has lit up.

The Tension was building....

[StormyNyte]

She was all but done with the Jacogos and his video game. As she stood up though, she caught a flash of movement out of the corner of her eye. She turned toward the other woman just as the hammer gave its empty click. Narrowing her eye, she smirked. "Couldn't even bother to warn me before you pulled the trigger?" She finished off the last of her drink and carelessly tossed the glass at the other woman's feet, letting it shatter on the floor for their host to have to clean. She noticed then that her gun had finally lit up. With a dark chuckle, she closed the distance between them, the broken shards crunching underfoot. "Well, isn't this a pleasant surprise?" Lifting the gun level with the other woman's head, she continued. "Payback can be a bitch."

Stormy shoots Imperial

[Mihkul]

Mihkul sat up straight in his seat. He always loved a cat fight, and this was a good one. He sipped his Vodka. Top shelf shit, he thought, not that cheap Popov's he was used to drinking. He saw all the cameras around the room. What sick bastard would pay to watch something like this? He smiled because he knew his boss would be watching. He was as sick as they come. He looked over at Legs again, as he called her. She appeared bored with all the happenings. He looked around the room. Some had chosen to check out the surroundings. He saw his target was still there. He wondered if he should use that as his first choice or wait for a bit. His finger bagan to literally itch and he scratched it, waiting for his gun to come to life.

[.Karma.]

Rogue was three Jack Daniels shots down still sitting at the bar, if she couldn't get anymore excited about this shit, it was open bar too! Drinking alone was no fun though, she needed a drinking partner. She went over to Jacogos nudging him, holding a shot in each hand, she handed one to him. "Ok, how about, one shot for every click, two if the click is against you." She laughed taking her own shot before she spoke again. "The way you're going, you'll be shitfaced in about twenty minutes." She looked around at everyone doing various things. On the plus side, she would not have to work hard at making friends, because by the looks of it, everyone else was gunning for each other... Literally. She hated trying to make friends so that was better for her, and if she died, at least she died drunk and happy.

[Froggy]

After the last roll of toilet paper was thrown (at Jack ass's head), Juniper looked around the room...people were taking turns and firing at one another and the crowd cheered every time. She was disgusted, all of this was staged for their temporary amusement...the bar, the game room, the feast...all things to occupy them as people bet for or against them. It was part of the entertainment, and she hated it. She could see a few people at the bar, intentionally getting as drunk as their bodies could take it. They were dangerous, their aim was sure to waver with their drunken states...and that feared her.

She decided that instead of sitting at the table (as very few of them had yet to get up, whereas many were doing the various staged activities), she would do a bit of scouting and see exactly what was in the mansion... any important paperwork, anything valuable...oh, the kitchen seemed like a great place to start! Smirking as she ignored the newly lit up gun, she began to search for the kitchen...not even caring about the three guards following not far behind her. She was aware of different cameras as she walked down the hall, looking absolutely fuming. Occasionally she would knock down a vase, break a fish tank...destroy some art work. Whatever her vindictive hands could get ahold of until she made her way to the kitchen.

It was, as expected, empty. There was no need for the chefs with the meal already having been cooked, nor with guns being pointed in every which direction. She opened the door to the kitchen and smirked- knives were hanging everywhere.