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Post by Madge Baker on May 20, 2016 11:04:28 GMT
Madge stood in the monitor room, too excited to sit down. She had feared that the initial rush from the last game would be duller now that she was getting used to it, but she had been wrong. She felt just like the last time, and just like the last time it was amazing. Adrenalin pumping, she started to notice people waking up.
In the middle of the room was a small, circular table in wood, on top of it placed a 10-round 99mm handgun. Madge had almost felt proper American when she bought it. She was, of course, a proper American, but holding on to her Chinese heritage it had always been difficult for her to fully embrace the standard American culture. It just clashed too much with her own and her parents'.
Under the gun on the table was a note explaining the standard rules of Russian Roulette. One of the people in this room would die, and they would know it soon enough. 10 rounds, one bullet. To make sure they had the guts to follow through, Madge had placed electric bracelets on them this time as well, adding to the rules that if it took longer than 10 minutes between shots, she would randomly kill someone. Each time. Hopefully this would speed up the game, they couldn't stay there all day. She had roommates to put them with. People would wake up alone in their rooms, waiting for company.
[NOTE: If you are not in the game, but your roommate is, you will be alone in your room until the game has ended. That means your character will have had 24 hours alone in their new room before their roommate joins.
I don't know who will die. I have randomized the order, and know if it will be the 2nd, 4th or 9th person (for example) to shoot that dies, but I don't know which order you will do.
1. When you are ready, post a post with your character taking the gun from the table or another character, putting it to your head, and pulling the trigger. Then wait for me to respond with what happens.
2. I will reply saying if nothing happens or if the character dies.
3. If your character dies you are allowed one last post.
4. If your character doesn't die, you can either put the gun back on the table or offer it to someone else.
5. If another character doesn't die, but doesn't reply quickly, you can post saying your character took the gun from them.
GOOD LUCK!]
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Post by John Smith Kowalski on May 20, 2016 11:16:48 GMT
John awoke with a splitting headache again. Damn this place and this fucking gas. He wanted to bury his head into the pillow and just keep sleeping. But there was no pillow. In fact there was no bed. In fact there wasn't the usual reek coming from his roommate.
John lifted his head up from the cold hard floor. There were people waking up all around him. He didn't really know anyone it seemed. Or maybe one of the women seemed familiar to him. One of Izzy's friends he thought. But he had a horrible face memory.
His gaze then fixed on to the bracelet squeezing his wrist. So this was some sort of deadly accessory? If it wasn't going to kill him he was sure he could lose his hand when the blood stopped flowing into it.
John stood up and looked around. There was nothing there except the table and the gun. He moved closer and saw a note. Picking it up and reading it first silently then aloud so other people could hear.
He looked at the gun and picked it up in his hand. Bringing it to his temple.
Fuck he needed to get it over with. The cold pipe was making him nervous. Taking a deep breath and releasing it. Closing his eyes and pulling the trigger.
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Post by Madge Baker on May 20, 2016 11:18:34 GMT
*click*
Nothing happened.
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Post by Messua Freya Ouédraogo on May 20, 2016 11:27:37 GMT
Messua's eyes fluttered. Did she fell asleep again? It became a bad habit of her kidnapper...
She moved slowly in a sitting position, realising she wasn't harmed. Besides the weird bracelet. She sighed. What was this for?
A loud voice reached her ear and she tried to concentrate on the male voice. What did he say? Something about a gun and shooting herself or she would die anyway. Sounded great. Her glance flew around and she noticed the other people around her. They were ten as she could count. Ten and with Kayley eleven. Since Meg told her she was roomed together with someone else, their kidnapper must've at least kidnapped 20 people. Messua shaked a little.
Then she stood up and walked towards the blonde man. She took the gun softly out of his hand. "Time to get over it, right?", she gave him a small smile. Messua lifted her hand with the gun in it to her head. At least someone would be waiting for her on the other side. She closed her eyes and pulled the trigger.
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Post by Madge Baker on May 20, 2016 11:29:57 GMT
*click*
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Post by Megara Paranell on May 20, 2016 11:44:30 GMT
Meg woke up with her head aching, what had happened where was she? The last thing she remembered was talking to Garrett, and then nothing. She was seated at a table, around one wrist was some kind of bracelet and she frowned as she tried taking it off. Then she noticed she wasn't the only one there, "Jim? Oh no....Octavia?" She whispered as her eyes darted around the table, feeling relief when she didn't see Garrett seated there. She didn't know who the others were but she was beginning to panic. So far whatever they had been drugged with seemed to still be affecting the other people. God what if the gas or whatever it was affected Octavia's baby? Octavia couldn't lose her child, Meg knew that the loss of it would really upset her. On the middle of the table was a small 9mm gun and Meg's whole body shook. The whole setup was just like Russian Roulette...no it was Russian Roulette. What kind of person would do a game like this? She felt sick to her stomach, surely whoever this was wouldn't expect them to actually go through with it. Then again, she'd never expected to actually be in a situation like this before. Her eyes darted around the table and before she could consider her actions she grabbed the gun. Meg had never actually handled a gun before and while it was small, the weight of it reminded her what it could do. She bit down on her bottom lip as she considered the gun, she was fairly sure that if she tried using it to free herself with then she'd only make things worse for herself. So that meant she'd have to actually pull the trigger on herself, the thought terrified her. Meg hated guns and she really didn't want to use it but what choice did she have? After a bit of fumbling on her part she adjusted the gun so it was aimed at her. She took a few shaky breaths and then pulled the trigger...
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Post by Madge Baker on May 20, 2016 11:45:28 GMT
*click*
Nothing happened.
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Post by John Smith Kowalski on May 20, 2016 11:54:53 GMT
John sighed in relief when the gun didn't kill him. Just letting his hand fall down from his temple to hang limp.
Strangely having the famous life passing before his eyes in retrospect.
Then feeling a pair of hands gently pry the gun from his hand. Turning his attention to the woman who took the gun from him. Waiting in suspense if she would make it or not.
Thinking he should probably move away from the table and the woman to avoid brain splatter on his clothes. Just taking a few steps back. Then just deciding to watch the people taking their turns.
So far the woman after him made it and the woman after her. The suspense mounting to the rest of the poor unfortunate players.
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Post by Messua Freya Ouédraogo on May 20, 2016 12:01:22 GMT
Messua blinked a bit surprised that nothing happened, before another woman grabbed the gun from her hand. Nothing happened again. So they were the three lucky first ones who survived.
She felt relieved but on the other side there was something nagging at her that it would've been better to die instead. If this was a game their kidnapper liked, what would this person come up with next?
She gave the man next to her a closer look. How did he end up in here? "Seems like luck was on our side this time.", she mumbled. "Which soul will be unfortunate?"
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Post by Miguel Olivero on May 20, 2016 12:29:02 GMT
"Shit", the man sweared and tried to open his eyes. His sight failed him. Miguel felt cold, his head got dizzy again, like on that day when he was brought into this hell. The fair-haired guy propped himself up on his shoulders and looked around, waiting until his eyes had adjusted to the lighting. He and Cale, who was laying down unconscious right by his side, were definitly not in their room. His eyes wineded when he saw a silhouette of a young brunette girl in a red dress,... he bought her as a gift on her birthday. "Jane," he tried to shout out her name, but his voice was only a cracked whisper. Recovering from the blackout, he got himself up on his feet and ran to her, kneeling near her head. "Jane, please, wake up it's me," he said, gently putting her fair hair away from her face, then stopped, interrupted by a wierd clicking noise. He turned his head toward the sound and saw a thin, young brunette, who just tried to shoot herself with a gun. She put it back down on the table, still shaking in stress and terror.
Fear started to crawl up his spine, but he found the strength to deal with it, not losing the control of his mind and body. Miguel tenderly kissed Jane on her lips, got up and walked over to the table. There was a note. "Holy Crist," he whispered and took the gun into his slightly shaky hands. Dimitry told him that he and nine other people already took part in some weird death-game. Now, it seemed it was their turn. He looked back at Jane and Cale, that were still lying down on the grownd. He brought the gun to his temple, breathing deeply.
"I love you," he tought and pulled the trigger.
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Post by Madge Baker on May 20, 2016 12:31:47 GMT
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Post by John Smith Kowalski on May 20, 2016 12:32:41 GMT
John glanced at the woman and then to the rest of the people. There were ten people and three had already passed the game. "I am not so sure about the luck thing. I feel like I just aged a year or two when I pulled that trigger." He said shaking his head in disbelief. "Never really signed up for this sort of games." He said.
"I think it would suck to be the very last who gets to do that and know you are the one getting the bullet." He said in a low tone.
He was not going to sugar coat the truth, but he did not want people to panic either from what he said.
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Post by Messua Freya Ouédraogo on May 20, 2016 12:49:38 GMT
Messua nodded slowly. "Yes, I think you're right. And the less are awake when it happens, the less chaos occurrs.", she rubbed her arms. It was cold in here but that wasn't the fact why she had goosebumps. "It seems so unreal. I hoped to see my roommate... but she seems to be more lucky, that she's not participating."
A sigh slipped out of her mouth. Another man just pulled the trigger and nothing happened. Now 6 out of 10 left. "The less tries, the higher the chance to die..."
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Post by John Smith Kowalski on May 20, 2016 13:01:52 GMT
John watched a blond haired man with glasses on go and try the gun. From the looks of it the girl who looked familiar to him had some connection with the man. He was not sure. But he really felt bad for the two. If one of them was to be shot.
"Indeed.... I do hope the couple there doesn't have to separate in such a gruesome way." He said.
Then turning to the woman. Smiling and offering his hand to be shaken. "My name is John. What's yours?"
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Post by James Hawkins on May 20, 2016 13:08:58 GMT
Jim had woken up a while before, his head hurting terribly like on the first day he had got there (which had been... how many days before? Surely too many...). Dammit gas, what was that for now? Opening his eyes and loocking around, he was surprised to notice how he wasn't anymore in 'his' room, and Dean wasn't with him. There were a bunch of other people, people he didn't know... or at least, no one he could recognize with that splitting headache and that dim light, he really didn't manage to focus... and his focus dropped even more as a blonde guy read out loud a note that their kidnapper had to have left there. What kind of sick game was that? It felt like something from a Saw movie! It just felt so... unreal... He stood where he was, looking as in slow motion as all those guys took the gun in turn and started firing it. Only when she took the gun he noticed Meg was there... Meg! What... why??? He was, though, still too chocked and numb to fully react to that. It felt like a dream, or more likely, an awful nightmare.
Then, after the blondie with glasses took the gun and pulled, he felt like adrenaline filled his body: he rushed by the guy's side and took the still warm gun from his hands, pointing it at his own head. His hands were shaking and he felt terrified: this wasn't real, this couldn't be real...
Closing his eyes without a word, he pulled the trigger.
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