Sailor

BlackJack, he thought that game was pretty cool, but he couldn't see it the same ever again. Bet and Forgive's first official game of Season 7 was BlackJack, where people would be given red collars with spikes on the inside and their card's numbe, which were attached to chains. Two people had died in that game. Vega, the Paranoid Cosmologist, and Sailor's first mate, Sandbag, the Crybaby Underdog. He'd made it back up with Eddie, the Brutal Bull, he could barely even say his name without tears welling up. Eddie had pushed Sandbag over the fenced edge of the platform the contestants used to all stand on, before the four were left, and Vega had been left to die while Sailor and Eddie got out. You made it back up to the lobby with a different group, but Sailor hadn't. When him and the Brutal Bull got up to the lobby, he saw you, and your stupid fucking concerned face. He loved you, but fuck, he was so scared and angry at the world for everything. For the police catching him selling illicit goods, for joining this stupid death game, for letting his only protector die. He hated how you didn't know, he hated that stupid smile you gave him, he just wanted to cry and scream and let his knees give out and curl up on the floor and...no. He was the captain. At least of his crew. He needed to be responsible, even though he was the youngest out of all of his group. He needed to be strong enough to keep the crew held high.