♘ what a thrill

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Who: tranches | manlymanly | primaduelerina | shieldofjustice | ctrldemons | shiromadoushi | mercenarywolf | usedsuitup | mimicofthewind | rooster_shout | usegalacticpunt | gochuugoku | blaettertanz | usedskyattack | striderismo | usedreturn | demonbuddy | empresstobe exeggutorhead | bemykismesis | twoenemies | lonestarweeaboo | combat_butler | k9tantei | thebelsareinert | used_glare | meatysoviet | attherailways | quickattackjack | whatpumpkins | nodoubleteam | usedwindything | hewhosurvives | usedgrowl | bakaitoukid | youhavemybat | godofconquest | killer_sweets | walkinthruwalls | silver_lucifer | unzodiacal | solas_ion | yaaaaaawn | dark_surprise | usedrefresh | wingless_falcon | ofmywill | branded_twin | bufudyned | usedtelekinesis | usedhat | wakalaka4osaka | lonesummoner | takechuhome | angelicdelights | restardom | usedfeint | usedtherapy | seasalttwilight | king_of_flames | caliburns | cynicizing | shellderkillder | swordofimpulse | saltwaterwounds | sweatysweaty | usedeverything | usedsuperpower | usedrawr | wildcatidiot | 8etterl8 | chemwhiz | usedkunai | usedninjathief | heirband | sunshine_fruit | usedspiritgun
Where: Goldenrod City
When: 9/10/2011 - noon to six pm
Summary: It's finally the day, the day where they finally get to destroy Goldenrod City. Friends turn on each other. Family members begin to doubt one another. Forts are made. Snipers are around. Screams are in the air. This is paintball.
Rating: PG-13 at most
Log:
[ In the front of the Breeding Centre of Goldenrod City, there's a small stage placed down. On said stage is one microphone stand and one Souji Seta with his Riolu pawing at him. Pick up, pick upppp. Hold on, audience. ]

Not now, Setanta. I promise later.

[ Whoops, sorry about that. Just having to deal with a shy Pokemon. It's just going back inside the centre to mope until dinner time. So, turning his attention back to the audience, Souji clears his voice. ]

Thanks again for signing up for the game of paintball, guys.

The game is simple: be the last team standing and then be the last person standing in the final round. I've sent out a text to everyone on what team you should be on, but if you've forgotten, I have a chart up here for you to check. [ Pointing his thumb back at a sheet of paper taped to some whiteboard stand. ]

For some teams, due to uneven numbers, we have these four Pikachus that will be playing along... [ At that exact moment, four Pikachus holding paintguns walk up. They look pretty intimidating. All of them are wearing their team colour scarves over their mouths and they look like they're ready to tear someone's face off. One of them has an eye-patch, another is wearing some glasses, and the last one is... is that one smoking a cigar? ] Apparently, they're really good at paintball for some reason. [ Souji is looking like this right now, so he has no idea. ]

[ A-Anyway... ] I've also sent out a list of rules to your gears, but once again, if you've forgotten, check out the stand. Main points are that the use of Pokemon in the game are forbidden except for the four Pikachus here and you can't enter any buildings to get onto the roofs.

So, grab your team colours on the table beside the stand-- [ He points to it. ] --and a paintball gun from the table next to it. All guns must be returned at the end of the game, but if you want to keep it, just find me at the end of the game to pay for it.

Paintball refills are over at this stage as well or at the Pokemon Centre. Those are the only two neutral zones, so you can't shoot others there. There's also refreshments, but don't take too long of a break.

Well, that's enough from me. Grab a gun, goggles or sunglasses, and team colour.

In ten minutes when the clock strikes noon, let the game begin.

[ Go for it! ]


(( ooc: Remember, teams are posted right over here! Please go check on what teams you're on and you can continue using that post to plot around, or you can go in for a surprise and just ask who might be in or out in the subjects. Winners, please go comment with the prize that you want! ))

(( Rules/points are both here and here in bullet points. Please reread them and if you got any questions, give me a pm or ask over at the second ooc post under the 'QUESTIONS/CONCERNS/ETC' thread! ))

(( Backtagging is what we're all about, people! So, backbackbackbacktag, and it doesn't matter if you tag in prose or action tags. Just go with whatever you feel best with! So, enjoy the free paintball game, guys! ))

THREADS
Main Game
Break Stations
Final Game

Comments

oh honey. it gets better.

[usedreturn.livejournal.com]

[The totally-not-moving trashcan halts, wobbling in place.]

[Then a boxcutter totally doesn't cut a relatively small hole near the bottom--or in this case top--of the can.]

[And a periscope made of cereal boxes, mirrors, and tape totally doesn't poke itself out of that hole.]

[used-glare.livejournal.com]

{Wheeling awaaaaay - and shooting at him again.}

There's a trigger - that should help!

{...if he doesn't shoot himself in the foot first.}

[riastrad-ridire.livejournal.com]

[THANK GOD FOR BEING AGILE AS ALL HOLY FUCK because he's pretty much flying into the nearest tree and trying to work out this stupid shooty thing.]

[Goddammit why did he ever agree to this.]

[used-glare.livejournal.com]

{They stand no chance at all.}

Between us, they have no chance at all. {And accepting it with a smile.}

I'm handing control of this fine piece of machinery over to you now. Do us both a favour, and don't crash it - or I'll have to shoot you.

there is no other way to start this

[solas-ion.livejournal.com]

[This was insanity. Lancer barely knew how to work a rifle and definitely didn't know how the hell long-range combat worked--he wasn't goddamned Archer, for crying out loud.]

[But he was one who excelled at surviving. And part of survival was being able to adapt whenever necessary. When defending he was what amounted to an impenetrable wall, and when on the offensive? Gods help whoever was opposing him.]

[Not that you'd be able to tell from looking at him. No, this was not what one would guess to be the face of Culann's Hound. He was just some guy with blue hair taking off and examining a pair of sunglasses.]

I sure as hell didn't come this far just to get eliminated now.

So I guess losing-

[A mischievous grin spread across Lancer's face as he put the sunglasses back on.]

-is just everyone else's fate.

[YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH]

[gochuugoku.livejournal.com]

Where did you learn to shoot like that anyway?

[strauchler]

I'd rather not talk about it in public. It's not a lovely story at all.

[chemistryinmotion]

[Room enough for two? Wally will push his way behind the trashcan anyway, because he needs to take a break from running and rolling all over the place and still maybe snipe some people while he's at it. So hi. He's all up in your space.]

Nice spot.

[chemistryinmotion]

[Wally just smirks, because if he's learned anything from hanging out around Robin, it's tactics like that, so he's just waiting around the corner, ready to shoot or dodge, whichever one comes first.]

[usedsuperpower.livejournal.com]

Tukibowaba! <sub>[He pratically screams as he steps up on the trashcan and leaps forward, showing off all of sharper-than-average teeth by grinning widely.]

[Being pretty much airborne at the moment would make Stitch look intimidating, but if you should get a closer look you can see that Stitch's just a boy. A 4.9 feet tall pre-teen wielding a rifle-like gun, which happens to be aimed at you.]

[And he just won't stop laughing.]</sub>

[mercenarywolf.livejournal.com]

[He's all geared up and has his red armband on, wondering if that isn't bad for cover. Oh, well. At least he's a pretty good shot?]

Finally, a little shelling. Not exactly an AZ, but it'll do all right.

[He's just glad to do something other than watch.]

[mimicofthewind.livejournal.com]

No holding back, right?

[ Derp. ]

[usedrefresh.livejournal.com]

[Doesn't mean he can't try and hope he gets lucky!

...this is why Matt isn't an assassin.]

[shellderkillder.livejournal.com]

[Aha - this wall should provide some stable cover, he believes. Mmmmmaybe he can sneak a shot in during the breaks in Matt's firing!

Just maybe.]

[cynicizing.livejournal.com]

Hey, you snooze, you lose!

[FIRING AGAIN.]

[ex_cashcow493]

[ Rank A Instinct is a skill one cannot easily forget as she whips around quickly, pulling up her own rifle within her arms. Even if it looks to be much too large for her size, she handles it with ease. Not the expertise of those who use these weapons often, but with the flow of someone who's seen enough combat in her lifetime and beyond. ]

Reveal yourself!

[ex_cashcow493]

...

Lancer, why do you insist on participation when you lack the skill of the weapons in play?

[solas-ion.livejournal.com]

I'm a pretty fast learner.

[ex_cashcow493]

How fast?

[solas-ion.livejournal.com]

The fastest thing alive. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G4jd0UWGPgY)

[Ireland invented Sonic the Hedgehog, kids.]

[quickattackjack]

<sub>[Jack's brows spring up behind his goggles as the purple splatters where he'd only just been. He looks around while back pedaling, trying to find which direction it came from.]

[That splatter could have been HIM.]

[It was hard to resist yowling some colorful threat and opening fire in the vague direction of the voice. Very hard. Come on, Jack, stay classy!]</sub>

[ex_cashcow493]

[ Does this mean Archer is Knuckles.. ]

I shall teach you only because you are my teammate in this battle.

[solas-ion.livejournal.com]

[this is the part where i point out that nobutoshi canna voiced knuckles and giggle like a nerd]

[but ideally, yes]

Fine. go ahead and teach me, I'm listening.

[cynicizing.livejournal.com]

[Dodging!

—And then firing back in the direction it came from.]

[ex_cashcow493]

First I want your word that you will not shoot me.