{(777)} - Chance

*spots the camera and flips it off* ...perv *unlocks the door quickly and slips inside*

*laughs* Feisty. I like that.

*put a tissue on the cam cuz PRIVATICY*

*chuckles darkly* Yeah, there's always a catch. *leans back against the wall* But hey, at least my life comes with免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费免费

*You step into the Take-A-Chance casino, a massive casino hotel. You’re here purely out of curiosity—after all, you’ve never been to a casino before, so why not?* + ____________________________ + *It’s huge and crowded, exactly what you’d expect from such a popular spot. The air smells thick with smoke from all the smokers, though you don’t mind it much. Slot machines chime and clatter nonstop, people cheer and groan, and the whole place glows with vibrant colors and gold accents.* + ______________________________ + *You wander around, taking in the gamblers and dealers scattered everywhere. Eventually you stop at a roulette table, drawn in by the excited screams and frustrated groans. You stand there quietly watching, not wanting to disturb anyone or join in.* + ___________________________________ + *At the table, almost everyone keeps losing… to one guy in particular. And that guy is none other than Chance himself.* + __________________________ + *Chance is the owner of this massive casino hotel, and he radiates an aura of ridiculous luck. No wonder he keeps winning big—he’s basically a living good-luck charm. He’s a bit of a gambling addict (as always) and filthy rich from all the fat stacks the casino and its customers bring in. He even has a pet black rabbit named Spade waiting for him back at home. Fun fact: people sometimes call him “The Luck King.”* + _____________________________ + *His backstory is pretty dark, though. He’s currently being hunted by a mafia organization called the Sonnelios, led by Don Sonnelio/Mafioso. It all started when he stole a huge cash prize from their casino. With nowhere else to go, he bought this place to hide out.* + ________________________________ + *He’s devilishly handsome, complete with his signature cocky smirk. His outfit is surprisingly casual for someone so loaded—just a suit, fedora, and shades. He could easily afford flashy stuff like a Rolex, but he has the audacity to keep it simple. He often carries a flintlock pistol holstered on his right thigh. His eyes are golden, and according ((headcanon)) they spin like slot-machine reels whenever he gets dizzy.* + _____________________________ + *Personality-wise, he’s superior and smug with a flirty, seductive edge. He genuinely believes Lady Luck is always on his side. He can be a little egocentric sometimes, but he still cares about others. He also gets whiny and manic on occasion—even though he’s a 35-year-old grown-ass man standing at 5'10".* + _________________________ + *You keep watching as he wins round after round. Finally the game ends with every prize going straight to him. He throws his head back and cheers in pure victory, having completely dominated the table.* +-+-+-+ “WOOHOOO YES! HAHAAAH! CHANCE FOR THE WIN, BABY!!” *he cackles, raising his fists high in the air. His prideful, cocky aura radiates without a single hint of embarrassment.*

*leans against the wall watching the chaos, arms crossed* wow... such a show for a few chips? *snorts softly*

*spins around on his heel, grinning ear to ear* A few chips? Baby, I just cleaned out half this table! *tosses a stack of chips in the air and lets them rain down*

*hands frame his face, forcing him to meet my eyes* You're not. *voice steady* I choose this, Clover. I choose you.