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 Posted: Sun May 29, 2011 7:09 pm
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Eight rolled 1 20-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2011 7:11 pm
"Eep!" Junko tensed up and followed the paintball with her eyes, refusing to move her head or...any other part of her body. West was scary. Ohhhh where were the others when she needed them?! She couldn't do this on her own! She wished she had Shehk on her team again, they'd worked so well together!
But West missed! This meant that she had another chance! Junko decided to take it, holding her gun more securely as she lifted it, pulled the trigger and...!
Okay, this was when Junko was going to ask herself one question: Why didn't these paintballs have those little scope thingies to aim with? Clearly, she needed one. The paintball went flying into the abyss again. Great. Just great.
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Smerdle rolled 1 20-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2011 7:12 pm
Pffft. Why was it that no one wanted him to have any hard feelings? The world should be filled with hard feelings! HARD! FEELINGS! Ahem.
When he saw that his shot hadn't connected, the boil ducked around to one side and tried again.
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2011 7:13 pm
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Smerdle rolled 1 20-sided dice:
10
Total: 10 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2011 7:14 pm
Come on! Was the stupid thing jammed? West lowered his gun and knocked it on the ground a couple of times before pointing at the ghoul and firing again.
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Eight rolled 1 20-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2011 7:15 pm
Ugh, why was West so scary?! He was quiet, that was the problem. He was quiet, he was emotionless, and he was big. Bigger than Junko. But then most boils were bigger than her, so it's not like it mattered. She squeaked again and hopped away from the paintball flying at her, turning on her heel and trying again.
Screw aiming! She was just going to shoot now!
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2011 7:15 pm
There were certainly plenty of hard feelings behind West on the ground. Christof grunted, Tying his head back onto his shoulders with his scarf before he found a rock. Well, perhaps Junko could use some distraction-
The rock was promptly pelted towards the rage demon, hurtling with the power of the anger and frustration he seemed to love so much.
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2011 7:16 pm
There were so many sounds of paintball shots around the hound. yet the box muffled where it was coming from. It couldn't muffle the unmistakeable sound of West screaming so...
Demi already knew he had to find west and take him down. So the little cardboard box would continue scuttling along.
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2011 7:17 pm
A hellhunter walks by eating a banana. No, that's not the beginning of a joke. That's just what happens. He drops the peel underneath West's foot, making the avarice demon slip and slide.  Movements are now being accepted for Round 3, including West and Junko if they wish to run from the fight!
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Smerdle rolled 4 20-sided dice:
6, 8, 6, 16
Total: 36 (4-80)
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2011 7:25 pm
He might have been mostly silent until now, but that was only because he was trying to concentrate. Once he felt a mysterious something smack into the back of his helmet, all that mess went down the crapper.
"HEY!" he shouted. "WHAT THE s**t WAS THAT FOR!" He took a step forward, the heel of his shoe landing squarely on a banana peel. As he fell backwards, he thought he saw the tail end of a hellhunter trot off into the fog.
He shot at it.
He shot at it four times.
Then he picked himself up and stomped further into the maze, leaving Junko behind to think about what she had done.
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2011 7:26 pm
Suddenly a rock came flying out of nowhere toward West, and Junko gasped and jumped back away from it. Where had that come from?! The only person she could think of would be Christof considering he'd been the closest. But then a hellhunter wandered onto the fiel--where did that hellhunter come from?! Junko relaxed a bit as she just watched as it wandered by like it was strolling through the park on a bright sunny day.
...Well...that was one way of causing a distraction!
Junko took one look at West, and then she ran for it. She wasn't sticking around here where he could shoot at her! Heck no! Because Junko is a brave little thing. But she knew not to risk these kinds of chances, she was taking it.
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2011 7:31 pm
ROUND 3What a bunch of chickens..  Now taking movements for Round 4!
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Interesting Conversationalist
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2011 7:35 pm
Nuk heard the firing of rounds from somewhere in the field, head cocked for a second as he listened. At first, he heard the sound of a body hit the ground, and he momentarily wondered if West had been hit. But the sounds of more paintball shots being fired let him know he was fine... well, had been fine up until that point. After that, there was some cursing, and some more fire... yeah, he was going to assume the demon was fine. Crouching low again, he continued on, keeping low to the ground, his eyes swiveling warily around the field. Although his hearing wasn't as good as it was in another creature's skin, his glowing eyes could see a little into the fog... hopefully he didn't attract the other team.
Deep in enemy territory now, he did a slow 180 as he continued, carefully making sure his bare feet made no noise against the soft earth.
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2011 7:37 pm
Shots rang out across the field, and all plans for guarding the flag dissolved as one thought and one thought alone flooded his brain. "Junko!" Perhaps it was the fog, perhaps the reoccurring nightmares of leaving the poor ghoul alone to fend for herself. Regardless, the ghost turned on his heel and jogged back the way he had come and out towards where he'd seen Junko's back disappearing into the mist.
There was the very real urge to call out to her, but that would only alert the enemy to his whereabouts. He had to move cautiously, quietly, and he bit his tongue to keep from calling her name. Where the hell had she gone?
West's enraged cursing did nothing to reassure him of her safety.
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2011 7:45 pm
Junko was now officially lost. She'd stopped running when she had a moment to catch her breath but now she was lost. The field was different than the one from the last game, but she'd have to deal. She held her gun at the ready again and crouched, sneaking through the fog as quietly as she could. You know what? These boots were irritating, she didn't know why she was even wearing them. Junko paused a moment to take them off, unbuckling them and taking them off. She then tossed the shoes over her shoulder and continued on.
She'd come back for them later. Maybe.
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