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 Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 9:04 pm
Heading toward the the dorms, pushing a massive cart full of pizzas, one young hunter was getting mentally psyched for the bounty which was only minutes away. Dwight was so ready for this, so freaking ready. He was born for this moment. When Clarice told him that all he needed to do to get into THE slumber party full of nubile young huntresses, was buy and deliver pizza? A chorus of angels began to sing, then Allen moved on down the hallway, but Dwight liked to think of it as an omen of things to come. Mainly you know...his p***s. Like...a lot.
After reassuring Clarice that it was on the way and that his name wasn't Dwayne and that she could stop drunk texting (oh yeaaaaah things were gonna get wild tonight he just knew it) our young hero continued his journey, bouncing along past the training courts to his sweet-a** tunes. The Life hunter was currently rocking a phat pair of sneaks, some ******** hispter glasses (because ladies ******** loved Asian guys in hipster glasses and Pro-Diddy was all about pleasing the ladies,) and a gold metallic thong-tha-thong-thong-thong.
He took a moment to do a little two-step to the chorus, completely ignorant that the scent of pizza had carried over to the training fields and the group of hungry, deprived men currently waiting to Bro-Brawl.
The pizzas, it should be said, were no ordinary pizzas. There were the pizzas of the gods. Dwight had spared no expense on what he considered to be harem fuel. These pizzas smelt heavenly. These were pizzas worth fighting for.
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 9:22 pm
Marcus hit Dwight like some sort of metro-pirate missile of destruction. Sighting Allan and the rest of his bros approaching, Dwight knew what he had to do: hide and ask Clarice to come save him.Crouched behind a bush, Professor D texted like the wind.
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 9:25 pm
demon_pachabel Ill pass on the cake, gonna stomp a mudhole in this guy carry a ton of pizza's. Why Cass was text him drunk, Leon was sure he didn't want to know. but he was sure the girls night out was better than the guys. One they didn't have Allan. two, no ejaculate looking drinks. three...... no Allan.
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 9:26 pm
-UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK"
Landing by hitting someone was not how he planned to spend his night. Hell, he didn't plan to spend his night like this at all. But then he caught the scent.
The scent.
Of pizza.
Suddenly all that pain of being thrown didn't matter.
THERE WAS PIZZA AND IT WAS UNGUARDED.
"....The ******** if I am passing this up." He was going for a box. He hadn't had real pizza in weeks. Plus he was still out of ********.
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 9:26 pm
"YO PIZZA MAN!" Allan sauntered along, and notice, well, the pizza man was gone but at least the pizza was still there. This was good news. His face fell slightly though. "Wait, come back, don't you want your tip?"
Not that he had actually brought cash with him, but who didn't want a nice bottle of bottled Oolong tea on their way back home after such a long and arduous delivery?
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 9:28 pm
The smell of pizza had been a tormenting thought the last few days after the horrible kitchen incident, and the single slice he'd managed to procure from the floor of the sewers had not proven satisfying in the least. So when he realised he wasn't imagining it this time he was all over that.
And it seemed his division leader was a fantastic man.
He watched Marcus sailing through the air with an expression of delight. Even moreso after his threat. No regrets.
He grinned toothily at Jordan and Harrison. "We should get it before it falls into a ******** sewer again."
He ran straight for the pizza about as fast as he possibly could, hoping he could outrun the HORRIBLE DISASTERS that usually followed the appearance of good food.
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lizbot rolled 2 12-sided dice:
9, 11
Total: 20 (2-24)
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 9:30 pm
Racing into the clearing in her pajamas, Clarice gave a fierce war cry and jumped on Allan's back, delivering a vicious punch to his head. HP: 60 Damage to Allen: 14 The OOC 1v1 PIZZA BATTLE RULES: There are unlimited pizzas, but to get one you have to defeat a hunter of the opposite sex also trying to get a pizza! No weapons may be summoned as they are bad for the pizza!Whoever drops below 10 hp is forced to give up their pizza!
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 9:31 pm
"Yeah, you're a big damn hero."
"Hey." Harrison said, matching the smirk. "Rep was just saying how..."
Marcus got thrown smack into a man in a gold thong who was carrying a cartload of pizza.
"How uh... hold that thought." Why the hell did he keep taking food and drinks from strangers. He checked the date on the Cucumber Pepsi, and was rewarded with a whole lot of Japanese.
Clarice tackled Allan. The guy in the gold thong was still here. Pile of pizzas ripe for the harvest. This was real life.
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 9:33 pm
Cass actually hadn't flat out ran to get the pizza, as she was still holding two plates she'd said she'd save for people. That was right. Boozecake. Which made her first order of business was to...
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Tooooo..
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"REP. I BROUGHT YOU CAAAAAAAAAAKE." she suddenly yelled, holding up one of the plates dramatically, waving it around in a fashioned that nearly made said piece of cake just jostle right off of the plate. But it didn't, fortunately. Not while she was walking over to make sure she could shove it at the Redhead with possibly the most zero ******** given look on her face before she turned to find her next cake victim.
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 9:33 pm
A horrified Wilson watched Allan hurl Wilson sixteen feet into the air and into another person. He cringed at the sight. It must have hurt a lot. Wilson knew this from personal experience—
Wait, what was that smell? Mouth wide open, Wilson took a moment to take in the delectable scent. Oh God. Was that pizza? When was the last time he had eaten pizza? It felt like forever. Suddenly, Allan’s’ decision to fling the moon trainee at Dwight made complete and utter sense and oddly enough he could completely understand the leader’s actions.
But just as he headed toward the pizza a certain blond woman came rushing in and jumped onto Allan’s back. A;skdf;safa;ldjkas????
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 9:36 pm
Bix grabbed Before by the sleeve. "No hiding or the drunk chicks will steal all the pizza!" He took off running, dragging Before by sleeve beside him. "PIIIIIZZZAAAA!"
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 9:38 pm
Leon knew it wasn't going to be easy.
When it came to moderately unhealthy food, it was never easy. Never. But goddammit, he was hungry, i left like Nid finally took control over his stomach and screamed FEED ME PUNY HUMAN!
and there were plenty of boxes to be seen. "Guard the pizzas from the females!" leon barked out quickly and took point at the pile of intoxicating aroma of pizza's fresh from the oven.
It was time for him to take off the shirt and put on the suspenders.
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Zoobey rolled 2 12-sided dice:
6, 2
Total: 8 (2-24)
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 9:39 pm
To be honest, Allan wasn't too sure what happened. It kind of felt like that one time he had accidentally dropped the DDR machine on his head when he got distracted by changing the music on his cellphone to the latest OP of Bleach.
Oh, it was just Clarice. In pajamas followed by some other girls in pajamas, sure why not, maybe she as having a nakama men's only party as well. "Clarice-chan, long time no see!" He drew her into a hug - the best he could at any rate - regardless of the pummeling.
((OOC: "DEFENDING": 2 ))
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Sosiqui rolled 2 10-sided dice:
5, 10
Total: 15 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 9:40 pm
"The females?" Madison spluttered, skidding to a stop; Kouki's blades clattered around her waist, but after a moment she unsummoned her weapon. "Don't need that to kick your a**," she declared, leveling one finger at Leon. "Give me that pizza!" Then she punched him. HP: 50/50 Target: Leon Damage: 9
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Saliru rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 1
Total: 2 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 9:40 pm
Rin charged onto the scene - sopping wet in nothing but an oversized shirt. Gaze searching out a target. Finding Bix not yet under attack she charged at him outright. Swinging her plastic fork at him. Her aim was clearly s**t thankfully!
HP - 40/40
DMG - Miss!
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