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Central Robloxia, the Capital City located in the middle of it. The city where the biggest HQ building is located. Many people choose to live there, believing that this is the safest place to live, since it's nearby main building for moderators of the world.
Of course, each city has its darker side. The poorer areas where crime and illegal things are happening often. But most people living there is rich, so most of them doesn't care.
The night just started, even then the city doesn't sleep. People are partying, hanging out with each other. It isn't peaceful like the smaller cities or villages.
The Casino lights are glowing, inviting people to come in. Inside many people is playing poker, blackjack and other casino games.
The slot machine rolls, it spins fast, then it slows down. The first image shows number 7. The person playing it smiles with excitement. Then they see another 7. The person watches with anticipation at the last slot. It is yet another 7.
- "Heh. Jackpot."
- "You're still on the slot machines?"- Another Robloxian comes over, there's cold aura around them.
- "You know me Trap. Luck is with me."
- "Of course... It's always with you... Chance."- ITrapped comments, his eyes darkening. Chance just laughs, playing another round with the slot machine. He wins again.
He notices ITrapped staring at him with odd expression. The other Robloxian has been acting different for some time, but it's probably fine. It's just him overthinking everything again.
The gambler does what the gambler does best, gambling. His luck is not running out and Chance ends up winning every time. After a while ITrapped offers him a drink.
Two people head to the bar, ordering the drink. Chance is constantly talking about some stuff, meanwhile ITrapped stays silent, letting out a humm sometimes.
Chance notices how his friend seems to always be cold. He's been worried about it since they met, but ITrapped always has been avoiding the topic.
- "Say Trappy."
- "Please. Do not call me that again."
- "Heh. What? You don't like it?"- Chance smirks, taking a sip. His long hair coming out of the ponytail in some places.
- "... What did you want to say previously?"- ITrapped attempts to steer the topic back to original direction.
- "How about a round of poker? After that I'll buy you another drink."
- "...I prefer not to drink more today."- ITrapped answers coldly. He always acted cold compared to other people. That's what made him so interesting to Chance.
- "Valid. I remember how sick you got that time when you drank too much. You literally thought I was someone else! Ellernate? I think."
- "Chance..."- ITrapped says, his voice colder than usually.
- "Sorry."- Chance laughs awkwardly. Gods he always talks too much.
- "...No I'm sorry. I shouldn't have use that tone."- ITrapped apologises, his face remaining still.
- "So no drinking. What about poker?"
- "...We can play a round."
- "Great!"- Chance stands up walking over to nearby free table. Other people join them.
Chance wins again. It annoys ITrapped. The amount of luck this gambler has is getting on his nerves, but he keeps the composure. After that Chance goes for another drink, he tries to make ITrapped get one too, but the robloxian refuses.
- "You know what Trap? I love the casino, but sometimes it feels like it lost it's charm?"
- "... What do you mean by that?"- ITrapped asks, at the same time he observers a commotion happening in the distance. Some gambler got too drunk and started attacking another person.
- "Like. I played every game! After playing them so long they sometimes feel like they lost the thrill."- Chance explains, putting down the empty glass. He sees ITrapped raising an eyebrow.
- "Really?"
- "Sometimes I wish that I could experience something new."- Chance continues, playing with a coin they always carry in the pocket. ITrapped knows that it's time.
- "I know a place you can experience something... Thrilling. A gamble too."
- "Really?!"- Chance perks up, his eyes having a spark, hidden by the sunglasses he insists on wearing.
- "Yes. But it's in different part of the city."
- "Then what are we waiting for!? The night is still young! Let's have some fun!"- Chance stands up. ITrapped following after him.
They leave the casino. ITrapped stops a taxi and tells the driver the direction. Chance looks out of the window, he sees the world passing by, the city is full of different lights.
He notices ITrapped reflection in the window, he's rubbing his fingers. His fingers that are always cold. Chance is not stupid, he can see that ITrapped hides stuff from him, but he knows that he must have a good reason to do it.
After a while a small frown appears on gambler's face. The taxi ending up in the more shady part of the city. There's more trash on the ground and there is less lamps.
Taxi stops in front of old warehouse. Chance follows ITrapped out with a confusion. They enter the building, ITrapped is whispering something to the tattooed person standing in front of the room. This is when he lets them further in.
- "ITrapped? Where the hell are we?"
- "You said you wanted a new source of thrill."
- "Yeah. But it doesn't answer my question...."- Chance says, staring at the other Robloxian. His glasses hiding the nervousness in his eyes.
ITrapped smirks, which is rare for him. Chance rarely sees him smile. It makes the gambler even more confused.
- "What is most thrilling then the actual Russian Roulette."- ITrapped answers, Chance feels his blood going cold.
A star in the sky is glowing brightly. The goddess hiding behind it has a frown on her face, through the thousands of wishes she recognises a voice of one of her blessed Robloxians.
She sends more of her blessing, hoping that it will be enough to aid them. After all she isn't able to fix the world, even the luck with ran out someday.
For now she stays hidden. Hidden behind the lucky star that allowed her existence. She will forever be grateful for her allowance to live. She's loyal to the Core, despite not being a part of the admins. Her own being, she's her own boss.