OOC: I hope this post doesn't discourage you from playing, Popo.
Since Robert doesn't want to be around Jack and Brandon after their little quarrel in the dressing room, he stands up and walks to the other side of the room--behind the black ball--where he sits down to think over the situation. Hmm, I wonder who all these people are and where they came from. Maybe I should ask everyone what happened to them.
After hearing the young girl’s suspicion of being sold into slavery, the drunk and horny Jack says, “Yeah, yeah, that’s it, and I’m your master. Your family gave you to me as payment for their debts, so you’ll listen to me from now on. And if you don‘t, you and your family will have to deal with my friends from the Yakuza! Trust me; you don't want that to happen. Then, not only will it be me who wants a piece of your ass every night... but also a hundred Yakuza members.”
“Oh, give me a goddamn break, you dumb-ass. You’ve never even met a member of the Yakuza, let alone made friends with one.” Now, turning his attention to the young girl, he says, “Don‘t mind my buddy here - he‘s just a horny bastard. Disregard everything he said about you and your family.”
"Dude, I fucking hate you. This was probably the only chance I'll ever get to nail a seventeen-year-old, and you ruined it! Man, I think I'm even going to cry because of this missed opportunity..." Well, now that I've gotten the girl's attention, I should try to salvage a chance with her. Yeah, that's it. She'll never see it coming now that she knows of my true intentions. "Hey, you girl, come sit down beside me. We can talk to pass the time!"
Now Yuki really felt like laughing. Something about this situation was absolutely hilarious. What was this, some kind of purgatorial room where the freshly departed exchanged notes about how they died in the cheerful spirit of camaraderie before being sent to hell?
"I might ask you the same question, french boy. The average human being doesn't get shot twice everyday you know?"
That obviously went down the wrong way, given the sour look playboy gave him. Yuki let out a soft chuckle before relenting. So he wanted to know, did he?
"Yuki Stevens. Barman. Got tired of life, didn't want to commit suicide, so walked into a gunfight instead. There should have been a hole somewhere on my chest, lots of blood on my shirt, but as you can see..."
Yuki paused, drew in deeply on his cigarette, and exhaled a cloud of white smoke.
"...I look about as good as new."
Sawamura nodded before responding back with, "I guess I owe you my story too. Got too sentimental in an assassination and died like a dumbass. Makes for a good chuckle, doesn't it?"
He then looked back at the feuding trio and gave the flirtatious one an expressionless glance before turning back and whispering "Tell me if he tries anything."
Sawamura then started to look at the room as a whole and examined it for a minute. He noticed the silent guy standing apart from everyone and decided he'd be the next person Sousuke would confront. He then moved towards the black ball and circled it, looking at it's surface. He noticed a groove in it...
Vicky eyed the man flirting with her supiciously. She didn't want to be rude, but he scared the hell out of her. Even that creepy French guy seemed safer than him. She got up and clung to Sawamura.
"What do you think this is?" she asked, while drying away her tears. She eyed the trio behind her who were talking in voices she couldn't hear. The horny one kept eyeing her and smiling. She had never met or talked to anyone like him.
Yuki gave "french" guy a long look. His Japanese was perfect, but he was obviously everything except Jap. Causasian, and Chinese, probably. Or maybe Thai, or Korean. Yuki didn't really have an eye for these things.
An assassination gone bad, eh? You couldn't really tell on first glance. Considering how fast he had got the school girl clinging to him, playboy still didn't seem all that off. Well, Yuki was a killer himself, and there was nothing in the face that looked back at him every morning to say that he was one.
Anyway, points up for the playboy, and for the girl too - despite looking like she had walked right out of some pinup poster, at least she knew when some random idiot was out for a piece of her ass. Yuki let out another cloud of smoke. What to do next?
"No clue," replied Sawamura opaquely. He tapped the ball and heard a metallic hollowness to it. He started moving towards the groove he spied earlier, but tripped over a man he didn't previously see who was leaning on the ball.
"Sorry," muttered Sawamura. Upon seeing the man's pale and dejected face, he asked "Are you alright?"
OOC: This post was hard for me to write... because I couldn't stop laughing.
I'm fine. You should watch where you're walking, though.
"Hey... Brandon, do you think I have a chance with that chick? No, don't answer that. I already know what you would say. You would say the same thing you always say whenever I meet a girl that I want to nail (sometimes in more ways than one)... 'She's too good for you.' Well, goddamn it, I'm tired of that bullshit. You're supposed to be my friend; you're supposed to support me! Why won‘t you? I mean, we've been friends forever. And if our friendship means anything to you, you’ll put you're selfishness aside and support my decisions. Yeah, that's right... I know that as soon as I say I want a girl, you go after her, too. That's why you were nice to that one over there!"
"No, you don't understand. I don't try to go after your girls; I try to get rid of them. You see, the truth is, I love you, and I always have… and I always will. I never told you because I knew you would never dig guys (OOC: Hey, that works in two ways). I realize this may come as a surprise to you, and I hope you’ll consider my love, but I’ll understand if you deny me."
"I don't know what to say... As you already know, I’m as straight as they come. So, I’m sorry, but a relationship between us is impossible. Besides, even if I were bisexual, there’s no guarantee we’ll ever get out of this room, anyway, so..."
"If I can't have you, then..." Brandon pulls out his gun, puts it up to his head… and then pulls the trigger. He’s dead.
OOC: So, who thinks I have a future as a yaoi author?
Someone shoots himself in the head after declaring his undying homosexual love. You'd expect everybody to freak out. No one did. "Shock, probably." Yuki told himself as he puffed out another cloud of smoke. He had shot a few people in the head point blank back then. No big deal. A bit messy, that's all. The guy he had shot in the toilet of that hell hole had been more than just a bit messy... he pushed his mind away from that incident. That was behind him now. He had died once, and it hadn't changed anything... and this guy had just told him that you could die again here, with the same effect - when you die, you just die, and someone else has to mop up the mess you leave behind.
"Anyone else want to commit suicide?", he asked, breaking a drawn out silence.
OOC: @MGB: Tragicomedies, with a Yaoi overtone, IMHO
Shinji carefully holded back - watching one and another human popping up in the room. They didn't have much in common that was true... a lot of very different guys and one girl... three of them looked like a bunch of half-assed yakuzas... I don't like them, that's for sure. He watched the other guys through his sunglasses, the girl started to act like a bitch when she came up, as expected - but the other three guys who were in his age - Damn, they look like they came up straight out of a comic book..! Shinji thought. And all them were talking about their death experience, well not all... there was this annoying guy wandering around aimlessly - maybe some kind of a psycho?
Is this even for real? Of course, it wasn't a dream, he tried several times to wake up. But what else..? He wandered around the black cube - this must be some kind of shrine symbol - did they all enter Diyu? He remembered his father's teaching quite a while ago. Whatever Shinji thought, I survived one shit, I survive another. All I need is some kind of weapon, if one of these yakuzas freaking out on me. He had his trouser's chain, but that wasn't enough...
Hmph... Shinji leaned back at the wall, spying them all out again behind his sunglasses. The ball has stopped bringing people inside this room..? Whatever's happening here, that ball must be the answer...
The girl looked over Sawamura's shoulder at the black ball and the silent guy next to it.
Then she heard a shot and looked over at the man who had just tried to save her from the man that tried to get into her pants. Blood oozed down his face.
"Oh, oh my God..." She covered her mouth. She leaned over and threw up all over the clean wooden floor.