samantha ross ✪ natasha romanova (oweadebt) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2014-01-19 16:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | !plot week, dustin guevera, samantha ellis |
Who. Samantha Ellis and OPEN!
What. A dream of Russian Roulette.
Where. DREAM WORLD.
When. Dream time.
Warnings. Violence probably?
"Tvoya ochered'." (Your turn.)
The Russian femme fatale smiled coldly, though you could hardly call it a smile. It was more like a snake in the grass, waiting for you to make your fatal move. She was waiting to strike.
Another spin around the table and the gun landed in his hand, picking it up and giving the chamber a spin once before taking aim. There was a click, but no fire. Samantha hardly flinched despite the fact that she could have just gotten shot in the head. That was the point of Russian Roulette, you never knew which moment was your last until you were already cold on the floor.
These were the things Samantha Ellis dreamed about. Which is why she wasn't particularly concerned about the ramifications of getting shot in a dream. She wrongly assumed this time that she'd wake up from it.
"Moya ochered'." (My turn.)
She grabbed the gun from him and spun it viciously in a circle on the table, picking it up and spinning the chamber before aiming it point blank at his head. One shot. One bullet. In this dusty, dim lit bar, Samantha had a triumphant feeling that this was her lucky day. "Do svidaniya."
Click.