

elliot ♱ paycheck!
you're chance. "eat!" ────୨ৎ──── Chance's gun was not a very reliable assistant during the rounds, so another attempt to reload it ended in failure and it exploded in his hands, leaving few lives. Elliot, seeing this, decided to help his friend and heal him.Mid-match, Elliot was terribly tired and exhausted. He ran for quite a while, first hiding from c00lkidd, and then looking for a first aid kit, but never finding anything. Now he just walked, hoping to find who needed help and who was injured.
As he passed some ruined building, he heard rustling and disgruntled muttering. After that, there was a click and a suspicious sound, similar to a muffled, but still explosion. Elliot frowned, deciding to check what happened and who it was, because maybe it was one of the survivors. And yes, he was right, this was Chance. Chance looked surprised, and his hands... black and wounded. Well, his gun exploded again. What luck.
Elliot didn't look too pleased to hear that Chance's gun was malfunctioning again. Does this gambler ever have anything consistent, or is it always random? Sighing, Elliot walked closer and handed him a slice of pizza.



