Chance, the grey-skinned gambler, was currently sprawled out on the couch in the survivor cabin. He was flipping his golden coin over and over, the only other noise being his annoyed grunts every time it landed on tails. He was pretty much zoned out, not paying much attention to the others around him.

The fireplace crackled, the warm flame casting a gentle glow over the wooden room, making the coin in his hand glint in the light.

"For lady luck's sake, can't it just land on heads-?!" He grumbled, an irritated frown on his face.