|EVENT| LOUGETOWN ROULETTE

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LOUGETOWN ROULETTE
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Six people step up, simple. A six shot revolver is handed out, one bullet loaded. This is one round, and one player will meet a surpising fate. The reward for the winner(s) will be worth the chance! Each Person will post, describing their characters emotion and actions as well as possible, then pull the trigger at the end of their post. I will post after each one of you to determine the outcome.

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[Ikachi]

The mad surgeon, Ikachi, Crimson Hands. Those were the names she was given. Ikachi by her parents and the others by the world. She preferred to call herself a visionary aiming for true medical perfection. If a few people got hurt or killed along the way then that was the cost. It was for the greater good.

This little contest however served no real purpose other then people putting their lives at risk. That was the main reason she had come. To help fix up those who were stupid or mad enough to take part. However, she was mad enough to take part and think she would succeed. She twirled the gun around her finger thinking about it carefully and then spun the chamber and aimed it at her foot. She didn't like pain. Her finger quaked as she held the gun, her eyes closed. She wasn't scared of the gun or being shot. No she was scared of the pain. It would hurt like hell, but at least it wouldn't be fatal providing the bullet wasn't poisoned. Her entire body was shivering in fear and anticipation.

Eventually she bit her lip and pulled the trigger. Would she be hit by the shot?

[Franciscus Draco]

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Confident in both his luck, and the odds against him, Draco rose to meet the occasion. Stepping forth from a crowd of cowards, the corsair pushed aside his competitors and took the gun from the host. A simple magnum, slick steel exterior and firm leather grip. The heavy pressured trigger felt calming beneath the tip of his finger. A flick of his wrist would unveil the chamber, revealing five empty slots. A single bullet lodged in the last compartment of the gun's chamber. At least he knew the reality of the contest, but he felt no worry.

Closing the gun shut, he calculated the odds in his head. He had a one in six chance of shooting himself; all the more likely that he would release a blank upon pulling the trigger. These weren't his only calculation. Relying on an extensive knowledge of physics and mathematics, Draco calculated the force necessary to spin the revolver hard enough to land on an empty slot within the chamber. By opening the chamber, he was able to locate the actual bullet and increase the precision to his calculations. Showing apathy in his gaze, he aimed the tip of his gun towards the center of his forward. A slight angle in the trajectory could deflect the bullet off his skull, assuming the ammunition was round and he even landed on the bullet—though this was quite unlikely based on his prestigious calculations beforehand, and an accurate application of strength. Breathing in deeply, the corsair pulled firmly on the trigger. It was up to fate to decide his course now.

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[GEKIGAMI]

"Why not?" I smiled, when I heard a group of passerby's whisper about a russian roulette challenge, and how only a dumbass would dare to try something like that. Well, I wasn't a dumbass, more like a fucking daredevil if you ask me! I enjoyed things that gave me a run for a money, especially when they gave me that thrill I loved so much, that special adrenaline rush. My body began moving by itself in a attempt to search for this event, I had to stop about three people before one person pointed me in the right direction, actually tagging along to see if I'll survive the challenge. "After this I'll be considered a living legend, huh?" I joked around, moving in the direction the man was telling me, he looked real excited to see my participate in this, I wonder how he'd react if I was actually killed in the process.

Off in the distance my left eye noticed a large amount of people surrounding a area in a circle like formation, to the left was a sign that read "Russian Roulette - TAKE YOUR CHANCES". That's obviously it, I thought to myself before darting off into the crowd. Probably losing the man that was following me, but in seconds he'd see me enter the area where the seats were lined up, and the beautifully crafted gun was lying in the middle of the table waiting to be shot. As I approached the table, a smile made it's way over my maw, while the person who led the event came up to me and asked if I was sure about this, I nodded my head with excitement.

He spun the chamber himself, and handed me the gun, nodding his head signifying to go for it. Grabbing the gun, I looked into the audience as I put the metallic piece of art to the side of my head, pushing into my temple. Hands shaking with adrenaline, and anxiousness, my index finger pulled the trigger and I bit my tongue awaiting the outcome of this event. Fortunately my optimism blocked any thoughts of negativity as I stood there pulling the trigger.

[Ichiryu Midora]

It seemed another contestant had walked onto the stage. This one was known by those who knew him to be quite mad. Not as insane as Ikachi, but still quite mad. He picked up the gun and twirled it feeling the weight and then pulled the trigger aiming at his shoulder. He was not foolish enough to aim for his head. Why risk his life on some silly event? He glanced around thinking about the situation. Boos came from the crowd as he aimed it at such a safe area. He sighed deeply and moved the barrel to his neck, a shot he could survive due to his abilities, but nobody really knew that.

"Happy now?" he asked the crowd as he held the gun at the side of his neck. There were shouts of yes and no from the crowd and he grinned went. "To those who said no. Go fuck yaselves." With that he pulled the trigger.

[Jack D. Bane]

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He gathered some spit into his mouth without the crowd noticing, before putting the gun in. He attempted to play his cards, quickly channeling all the spit from his mouth, into the gun, hoping to jam it or something.

He pulled the trigger.


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[Alexei D. Crow]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][cs=3][atrb=style, width: 360px; border-right: 20px solid; border-left: 20px solid; ] [STYLE=padding: 10px; font-family: tahoma, verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px;]Russian Roulette? It wasn't really Alexei's type of game but he'd give it a chance. He found his way to the stage, listening as the announcer announced. The rules were simple, not that he didn't know them anyway. You lived, you got a reward. You died... Well, sucks for you. Alexei wasn't really the type of man who would risk his life but he figured he'd try to cheat the system. He stepped onto the stage, taking the Gun and spun it, getting a feel. It was lightweight, that was for sure. It didn't seem to have much power on it and it definitely didn't do well long range. Alexei didn't even hesitate, deciding on what he was going to do. While a bit of him was afraid, or as much a Cyborg could, he wanted to test his luck. He had, somehow, proved to be quite the luck man recently. He had stopped a Jazz Band, made a lot of money, and was doing well money wise...Actually, why the fuck was he up here? He had shit going on right now. His eyes widened as he realized he might have just made a mistake. Oh fuck. Too late. He closed his eyes, put the gun in his mouth, and shot only seconds after realizing he'd be fine as long as his brain was in tact. [/style][STYLE=padding: 10px 30px 10px 30px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px;]words too lazy to count tags Oh-Pah-En notes let's go muthafuckas[/style]
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[JAVIER SANTANA]

[/b] for Gekigama. As he pulled the trigger, a blast of smoke shot out, and the bullet which was inside was revealed to not really be a bullet, but a rigged cartridge. The smoke shot out and a small pole would poke him in the head, shooting a tiny banner out that said "Pow" in a bright orange, with Javier standing beside it waving.

The thread wasn't really DE at all!!!!

Or was it? Mysteries, oh mysteries.

Everyone gets a reward, Gekigama will get the max reward. Bonus Round Initiate. If you face death once, why not again? Round 2, post reactions and do the whole process again for the bonus reward!
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[Ikachi]

It seemed the cartridge had been rigged. It had not been a real bullet at all. Did that mean there was no risk at all for the second round. Ikachi wondered this. Indeed she did. She picked up the gun and stared at it for a moment. Just what would happen this time? Should she take the risk or shouldn't she? She considered it for a while and then held the gun to her head.

"Ikachi trusts in her luck." she said with a hint of fear and slight apprehension to her voice. "Ikachi will be brave and do this properly." With that her finger quivering and her eyes closed in fear she pulled the trigger. She had no idea what would happen. She was putting all her faith in that of the Behemoth crew. Would she die? Would she survive? And if she did what would be the reward?

[Ichiryu Midora]

The mad gunner laughed out loud at the result. He had merely heard a click when he pulled the trigger so it was obvious he was safe. So he had sat to watch the others and the final result was hilarious. A rigged cartridge. A gag cartridge in fact. Who would of guessed that would be the twist? However, like all of them he wondered if that was just to put them off guard and picked up the gun. He had no fear at all though. He was sure he could survive this if it hit him an area that he wouldn't die instantly from.

He danced around twirling the gun, feeling it. It was a nice gun. He looked at the crowd and held the gun to his mouth? Would he fire it there? Of course not. That would potentially be suicide. Or at least require some weird medical care. No he would not fire it there. Instead he held it to the side of his throat once more and pulled the trigger. A mad smile of anticipation on his face.

[Jack D. Bane]

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[Franciscus Draco]

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Relief. The trigger clicked beneath the tip of his finger, activating a mechanism to which extent a bullet was normally produced. However, no lead particle came to fruition. Rather, he had landed on an empty section of the chamber as planned. Stoic in gaze, crimson pools narrowed on the audience, inducing a fearful effect as they were captured in the performance. Loosening his clutch on the primitive handgun, he spiraled it at the apex of ivory digits before handing it off to the event host; the announcer took it gladly, releasing a sigh of relief at the results of the gamble. Taking one of six seats on the stage, the dragon observed as fools gambled their lives, and for what: a handful of money? He knew better than to place his life in the hands of fate, choosing not to gyre the chamber so careless. But rather, he sought a result predicted by the whimsical calculations of his mind. The corsair utilizing both right brain and left to paramount extents.

His gaze lowered, and his eyes closed at the arid turnout of the event. A body resolved to hit the floor sooner or later. Not much long after he had taken his seat did he bare witness to a unpredictable of turn of events. The shot sounded, blaring through the air as a cloud of smoke enveloped the contestants crown. He stood still, body rattle from the peak of suspense. A banner poked his temple, the white sheet etched with the words "pow" in various explosive colors. It seemed the bullet had been rigged, which was much to Franciscus's surprise, having inspected it before his own attempt he was sure that the bullet was real. At the announcement of a bonus round, he waited his turn to take the stage once more. It was quite possible, and more than likely that the second round consisted of live ammo. The first round had all been an act to deceive it's participants into an overconfident mood.

It was finally his turn. Rising from his seat, he stepped forth to the event host, swiping the magnum from the man's clutches with a deep scowl. As before, he inspected the contents of the chamber, insuring that a maximum of one bullets filled the chamber. Sliding it shut, he was quick to deduct a formula to conclude the necessary force at which to twirl the chamber. With an ample flick of his wrist, the magnum gyred until landing on what his calculations told him to be a blank. He lifted the barrel once more to his crown, angling it from the side towards the hardest part of the skull. A round bullet was inclined to deflect off of the skull based on the thickness of the bone and the shape of the ammunition. Life or Death?

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[GEKIGAMI]

As I pulled the trigger, I didn't hear a click, no, more like a shot going off. So I braced myself for the impact, until... nothing happened? I opened my eyes and noticed smoke coming from the inside of the barrel, I was honestly surprised. The guys who orchestrated this event were definitely jokers, and I was for sure caught. I couldn't help but start laughing, the entire thing was hilarious to me. But, in the end I did win, or hoped I did. Thereafter, round two began, thinking about it, I nodded in agreement. Why not test my luck once again?

When it come to my turn, I got up, waved to the crowd once more to get them riled up, and moved to the event host. Taking the gun from his hand, I moved it towards my temple, and pulled the trigger.

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[Alexei D. Crow]

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[LICH T. NOIR]

Lich walked up on the stage without hesitation. Looked at the man, looked at the gun and then back at the man. The goal of the game was to test your luck and survive. Fuck that. Lich grabbed the gun and put it to the side of his head and pulled the trigger six times. Even if there had been a real bullet loaded into the gun it wouldn't matter, before pulling the trigger he had transformed the side of his head into a dark black etherstone which was just slightly softer than seastone. The onlookers gasped and shrieked in terror as they heard the rapid fire clicks from the gun. Lich wondered what he would win from firing all the chambers of the gun and surviving...