♘ 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

[used-glare.livejournal.com]

{Oh, it is on, Mr. Skellington. She can see you~}

{And it's a good thing he moved, because there's a bright splash of neon purple where he had been standing. You can't stand around in the open like that, you'll make yourself a target~!}

{and that's probably a good thing.}

[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>

[used-glare.livejournal.com]

{There's a low snicker, and more paint splashes around his feet. It's almost like she doesn't actually want to hit him...}

{And no, lose your composure! It's more fun that way 'u'}

[quickattackjack]

Where could--

<sub>[--SPLATTA SPLATTA SPLATTA]

[DB FUUUUUUUUUUU NEVERMIND NO MORE THINKING OUT LOUD. Jack hops away from the VIOLET DOOM slowly covering the alleyway and starts firing at random.]</sub>

I'LL MAKE A COAT OUT OF YOOOOU!

<sub>[Yeah, that'll scare 'em real good.]

[Jack turns tail and rounds the other corner before diving into a large dumpster and disturbing a few Ratatta in the process.]

[They'll never find him in here. So long as the smell doesn't drive him out. 8'c Curse this human nose. Hhggblglgh.]</sub>

[used-glare.livejournal.com]

What. {That makes her drop her guard, and lower her rifle for a second, so by the time that she manages to raise it again, he's already disappeared.}

What? Oh maaan. {THUNK THUNK THUNK THUNK THUNK}

{That poor dumpster never knew what hit it.}

[quickattackjack]

<sub>[Jack took great pains not to cry out as his hide-out was assaulted. DID THEY SEE HIM GO IN THERE? WERE THEY JUST LETTING OUT FRUSTRATIONS? WAT DO]

[He waited for the purple doom barage to end. If it did, he would press an ear against the metallic wall of his shelter and listen while trying his best to ignore the possibly rotting sandwich he'd just placed his elbow into.]

[They had to be out there. If only he could get a good idea of their direction. Then he could pop up like...well..a Jack-in-the-box and open fire. IT WOULD BE GLORIOUS. MAYBE.]</sub>

[used-glare.livejournal.com]

{OH SHE SAW HIM GO IN THERE, THAT'S FOR SURE.}

I know you're in there! {THUNK THUNK THUNK}

{Let it it not be said that she was not determined, but her rate of fire will be slowing somewhat. Gotta conserve ammo.}

{And all of her shots are all coming from the same direction, at least... But she's well-hidden. CAN YOU FIND HER.}

[quickattackjack]

<sub>[8c Bats. This was going nowhere. Well. If he had to go down, he would go down screaming. Maybe, just maybe he'd take them down with him!]

[Jack listened. Jack waited. Jack exploded out of the dumpster screaming like a fiend of war and firing in what he hoped was his attacker's direction.]</sub>

[used-glare.livejournal.com]

{DID YOU HEAR THAT SHRIEK. It was the shriek of a very surprised someone who dropped their gun in shock.}

{...that thunk is their gun hitting the ground from their hiding place.}

[quickattackjack]

_[THERE.]


IIIIIIEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

<sub>[Jack scurried like a spider towards the sound, clambering up on windowsills and fire escapes, hell-bent on finding the source of that scream, all the while belting out his own.]

[HE IS COMING FOR YOU, NANAO.]</sub>

[used-glare.livejournal.com]

GODDAMNIT ALL!

{And she is trying (not very successfully) climb away, because sob what is hiding when you're wearing all purple.}

{Fucking legs not working, why did she sign up for this, etc etc}

[quickattackjack]

<sub>[HE'S COMING.]

[HE'S COMING.]

[HE'S HERE.]

[Jack clambers up to where his attacker was hiding and glowers at her, gun in-hand...then wilts a little. 8c AW MAN. HE WAS GONNA HAVE TO SHOOT NANAO? SHE WAS HIS PAL. But...she WAS in purple. And he was in green. And that was the way the game was supposed to go.]

[Jack leveled the gun and aimed, but after a moment's hesitation, his chivalry won.]</sub>

May I?

_{[This is why you're not good at sports, Jack.]}

[used-glare.livejournal.com]

{She just sighs, and sags back down against the vaguely rusty fire escape.}

If you must - you have me at your mercy now, Mr. Skellington.

{Dramatics? Whyever not~}

HGNGNG SORRY THIS IS SO LATE LIFE ASDFGGl revenge fuel is go

[quickattackjack]

_{[Jack made a little bow before her as thanks. When he stood back up, his Serious Business Face had returned and he aimed squarely at her middle.]}

Pow.

_{[And fired.]}

I'm going to have to burn these clothes, they smell like a dumpster.

_{[WELL WHO'S FAULT IS THAT, MR. BOND?]}

>D

[used-glare.livejournal.com]

{Have a small yelp, because that shit stings from close range.}

...you know, you didn't have to jump in the dumpster. That possibility is also why I bought clothes that I could dispose of afterwards.