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((Paintball ******** ********>," David cussed once again, adding the verb form of the word this time. It seemed with each miss, David's profanity grew. One shot. One shot was ALL HE WANTED. Rolling behind his new barrier, he heard something click. Josh's gun most likely, since most of the other participants were not as aggressive in play as they were. Luckily, the magenta bullet had missed, landing somewhere in the soft sand. David, out of spite, spotted it and crushed it mercilessly under his sandal, his frustration blooming. His mind raced back to the day's events. He had pissed off his sister, almost got into another fight with that overly feminine brat, and he had also irritated a new lady friend. What kind of karma was this?!

No, no. He had to calm down, otherwise his hand would become shaky and god knows how much more anger his body would tolerate before driving him utterly crazy..and perhaps, blindingly violent. Exhaling slowly, David inhaled sharply and raced towards the ditch he had heard Josh tumble into. Luckily there was a sandcastle beside it, so he had a place to return to if things got too close. He saw Josh's brown hair once again, and -click!- David shot. Please, he thought. Let me get ONE head shot!!

Namini felt her hands grow shaky with the building adrenaline. Hesitantly, she raised them to her face and used them in projecting her voice. She felt bad for this, but her forgiving side believed that David at least deserved one shot. He had wasted so many paint balls already..

"Come on David! --Oh. I'm sorry Josh! Good luck!!" she exclaimed, her face flushing with embarrassment. How..unsportsmanlike. But then again, she was never good at sports.

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[[...::Beach Bar / To Paintball Field::...]]

As the pie contest winners were announced, Isi forced the best smile he could do. He was honestly happy for the winners, he could understand how happy they were for putting such an effort into the contest and coming out with a victory, but...Honestly, Isi felt sick. He had forced more than his little boy body could handle and just now, he wanted to...not move. Isi was disappointed that he came so close to being the winner, but he solemnly told himself that it was prize enough to be able to eat all those pies...His stomach gave a lurch and Isi snapped a fist in front of his mouth to force his nausea back down. Better not think of pies.

He gave a brief mutter of acknowledgment as Aphi left his crutches by his seat and trotted off to play paint ball. Good, his big brother was actually taking his advice. Isi knew that Aphi would do well in this game, all he needed was a little drive. He could watch it from here, Isi surmised. Besides, he didn't want to move.

Pushing the empty trays of pie away from him, Isi leaned forward and rested against the counter top. Ugh, even this action made his stomach groan in protest. He could only hope that he would digest quickly so that he could enjoy the rest of the beach party. He blearily blinked his grey eyes and watched from the bar as the Paint ball went underway.

Hearing the call for the paint ball game, Eiry grudgingly left the water balloons. He'd come back for them later, after the game. Then he would have some REAL fun! But for now, the beckoning call of Mouse arrested his attention and the minty frei wobbled on over to the paint ball field. He saw what the other people were putting on, sweat bands and the like, and Eiry was more than happy to join in and dress up. He slipped the wrist bands on, the fuzzy head band too (and quickly shook his hair out so that it fell over it), and donned on the gun. He wasn't sure how it worked just yet, so he followed after Aphismet who was also on his team and wearing the matching bands.

"Aphi Aphi Aphi Aphi Aphi Aphi!" the will o wisp raevan piped, holding the gun awkwardly, "How does one use this?" The minty raevan was inspecting it all the meanwhile, glancing over his shoulder at other people who were holding guns. He affixed his hands so that they matched the way other people had them and then looked up inquiringly at Aphismet.

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Cierra watched the fire fight between the two boys. Either they had a bone to pick, they had no one else to really fire on, or they were really stupid. She didn't want to necessarily make herself a target, but she was getting rather bored just waiting for something to happen. Taking aim at the boy on the other team (David) Cierra fired then dived back behind her cover, hoping he would simply attribute it to the other boy, but doubting that would be so.

((Paintball field))

Smirking at this small achievement against Josh, David's hunger was now just beginning. He had received a tease of what the meat of the event tasted like and now he craved for more, whether it be Josh or some other unfortunate teammate of his. Though, David realized he had to calm down otherwise his last three shots would be meaningless. Wait. He was already down to three?! Distracted momentarily by this fact, the older man didn't realize that the fiery teen had charged at his base! With sand flying into a grainy cloud, David winced as some got in his eyes. That's when he felt that familiar piercing sensation. Josh had bolted off somewhere and David quickly followed suit, retreating back to his first safety point. Looking down at his pinkened fingers, he hissed but kept his voice low. That kid lacked so much accuracy.

Shaking his hand to throw away the pain, David was quickly greeted by another rose-colored bullet. This time, the hurtful flower planted itself directly in the man's side. ...Which meant it wasn't Josh. David had nearly forgotten he was in the middle of a battlefield. Raising a curious gaze around the side of his shelter, he spotted her, the unknown girl from before. She was towards his right but before he could even take aim, she had disappeared behind her cover. He smiled wickedly once again.

"These last three weren't meant for that pansy," he purred, eying the terrain once again. Josh, the girl, the Captain, and two others. ...Where the HELL was the rest of the Cactus team?! Deciding to wait for a bit more backup, David turned back around and sighed. He shouldn't have been so careless. Glancing at his neon wounds, he really wished he could have at least gotten Josh's shoulder.

Namini felt her heart sink as she watched her brother get shot repeatedly. Josh was so good at this kind of thing..Awestruck, it took her another moment to realize, after Josh's last grand shot, that someone else had shot at David. Peering around that's when it hit her. There were at least four times the players present from the Melon team than the Cactus team's! Frowning, she had a small feeling of regret. If Namini had known her brother would have taken this much of a beating, she would never have fought with him. He was so helpless... No!! Shaking her head abruptly, Namini brought her hands to her mouth once again. She couldn't be so negative!

"David! Please stay strong, for me!" she cheered. David blushed at his energetic sister. She was so forgiving.

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Chris couldn't help but wince when ever she heard a paintball smack into a competitor. Sure, she knew it was suppose to happen, but.... it still sounded very painful. She was glad that Cierra hadn't been hit yet, and she'd even managed to get a hit! She wasn't as glad with the second thought though, seeing the other girl watching, realizing they probably had someone out there they cared about and didn't want to get hurt. She turned a bit red when she remembered that Cierra had hit one of the people the other girl was rooting for, but then she remembered something else. The people the other girl was rooting for were on two different teams....and they had been pounding on each other pretty fierce. What was going on there?

((Paintball field))

David winced instinctively at the sound of a shooting gun. The shots he had received had taught him to be on his guard, 24/7. But that's when curiosity sought him out. Double checking himself for any new wounds he may have missed, he looked around. If he wasn't the target who was-- Stormy eyes locked onto an innocent looking Raevan. Cute, with little white cat ears protruding from her dark locks, David couldn't help but stare. His second Raevan encounter-- HOLY ********. What was she doing just standing there?! David was about to jump up and pull the confused floating torso down behind his shield when he heard the sound he had become too familiar with within this event. The painful noise of paint meeting skin. Remaining where he was, he peeked back out at the shooter: the Melon Captain herself!

Motioning to Lucia helplessly, he whispered, "Come over here! Don't just stand in the open, come on!" He promised to get that deadly Captain for this poor Raevan's sake.

((Paint Ball Field))

She yelped in pain as another paintball hit her other arm and she flew towards the person calling out to her. "C-can you help me? What the eff was this game? She was so confused. Looking at her stinging wounds for the first time, she noticed that she was oozing . . . she sniffed her arm. . . PAINT?!? Calming herself down, she wiped the paint off her elbow and noticed a large red mark that was already starting to turn purple.

Lucia's eyes opened wide as she saw her battle scar and her eyes hardened. Her ears slowly moved from being defensively tightly back, to being aggressively tightly forward. Now someone had to pay.

She paused, considering her options. She could run out and try to claw someone's eyes out. . . or she could figure out what the hell this game was and try to out play everyone.