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(Paintball field-Melon)

Dorian reeled back into the security on the sand fort.
"You know, while this is a fun game, do you think they even know how to play?" He questioned no one in particular. "I mean, they take the hits but...fire none back. Well, hopefully lady luck won't be too fickle this day." With that he leaned over and saw a cacti member take am at one of his team mates. Standing up and running to the far unoccupied sand fort he took a shot. (David)

((Paintball Field -- Cactus / Beach Bar Buffet))

Lucia felt tears in the corner of her eyes as she felt yet another paintball hit her . . . this time in the wing. GOD DAMN IT SHE FORGOT TO FOLD THEM!!!

She bit her lip gently, the pain blinding her temporarily. Breathing out a sigh as it became just a stinging sensation Lucia carefully folded her wings and took aim at the guy who had hit her wing. If she had known better, she would never have joined this stupid game.

Lucia closed her eyes and then opened only her right eye, using the top of the gun as an aiming device, pointed the nozzle at Aphismet, taking her first shot.



Yuurei smiled at Kyou and gave him a five dollar bill . . . both for the water and for not making a face at her awful breath. She took a sip, slushed the water around in her mouth and spit the water and taste of vomit out of her mouth. With a sigh she took a deep drink of water and looked at Kyou saying, "How is the event going so far? As far as raising money for the lab?"

((Beach Bar))

Ebony gave a light-hearted chuckle towards the dark Frei. He didn’t seem so bad despite how his appearance gave others a very different perspective. In fact, he seemed to remind her a lot of his guardian. That was a rather interesting fact. If she were ever to have a Raevan, would he or she be like her then? Ebony certainly hoped not. In all honesty, she could barely stand herself at times. Two of her would not bode well.

“It’s no problem Rivener. I’m happy to help.” Spying the kit still sitting on the counter from its previous use from that girl and Namini’s guy friend, Ebony popped the top open and grabbed the sticky adhesive. Carefully, the lavender haired girl peeled the tape back to a reasonable length before aggressively tearing the piece off with her teeth. While Rivener held the tube still, Ebony began to apply the tape smoothly across the area where the air was leaking. “So…are you and the others having fun?” By others, she meant his family.

((Paintball field, Cactus))

"MOTHER ********>" David screamed as a magenta shot collided into the back of his head. The pain was so intense, if David had suddenly lost his ability to identify colors, he would have thought his head was bleeding. Wiping off the leftover paint from his skull, the Chinese male narrowed his eyes in absolute fury. What was this? Hate on the Asian day?! He checked his canister again, though he knew the number. He had always known the number, but god how he wished he was granted more than six bullets!

He scanned the battleground again, for the fifth time. Praise the heavens. He had not realized it before, but he had been granted another floating torso of a teammate. Hopefully this one could aim and-- He growled irritably as he witnessed said Sigel getting shot. It was definitely a face-palm moment, but David had his hands full. Looking back at his cocky shooter, that's when he spotted her. The emerald hair was impossible to miss...but then again, David had found today that the things he believed to be easy targets had proved to be the spawn of the Devil. An opening!!

Rushing out into the open, taking an incredibly bold and thoughtless risk, he locked onto Mouse. If I miss this goddamned shot, then I'm giving the last one to Nami. God, she'll probably do better than me--

"If I miss this!" he roared, pulling the trigger.

Somewhere in the growing crowd, Namini felt her heart pound fiercely against her chest. Watching this horrid display of violence..Why was this kind of event even at at charity?! Swallowing hard, she tried her best to continue cheering though.

"Come on David!! I'll make you some Hua Juan tonight if you get someone good!" she promised, waving her arms frantically. For a moment, she had gotten so excited she had almost slid into the battlefield. Luckily she caught her footing and remained planted in the safety zone.

((Paintball field, melon))

Cierra flashed a grin to the person who had given her a thumbs up. Her shot had been successful! Another shot missed the white haired Raevan, but then he was hit from another direction. Cierra liked being able to participate and fire her gun, but she didn't really like firing on people who were already getting hammered. Blowing a orangish strand of natural red hair out of her field of vision, Cierra's eyeliner etched green eyes scanned the field for other possible targets.

((Paintball Field-Team Melon))

Tyson darted as fast as he could manage on the sand as he tried to avoid being hit in the war that raged between the two teams. The lad lumbered along, his steps heavy and not exactly swift or graceful as he tried to gather himself enough to hold the gun correctly. Too bad for him, but the lad had been fooling around in the water beforehand, just as the game was announced to start. The remnants of gritty sand and not-yet evaporated water covered his hands now making him clumsy and uncomfortable with the gun.

When he tried to hold the darn paintball gun in a similar manner that the men in the movies did, but the gun would slip from his clammy hands and fall to ground where it dragged after him.

Frustrated by his idea dying before he could even try to take a shot, Tyson halted his quick steps and gathered himself just so his feet planted in the sand. The deal was this, he wouldn’t hold up much longer if he didn’t actually shoot! There was no way that a nine year old could look cool with a paintball gun and still handle it well. So, without really looking at the opposing team’s faces, just their armbands, Tyson shot his first ball of paint. The whirling ball of color flew from the plastic toy and in the direction of Lucia.

(( Paintball field -- Cactus / Beach Bar Buffet ))

Lucia cursed as she saw the guy who hit her wing duck her shot at him. She watched David shoot again and hit! Who did he get? She hoped it wasn't someone on their own team . . . but with his aim? She cheered silently as she saw the first person who hit her get hit. She looked around again, debating whether to save her shots, or hit as many people as possible right now.

As another paintball whirled towards her she tried to roll out of the way, but her arms and wings got in the way. She wasn't used to laying on the ground. She managed to roll just enough to have the paintball explode painfully against her side right next to her left breast. Lucia cried out in pain as she seriously debated just running away. She didn't sign up for this. She didn't like violence. She hated talking to souls that were in pain. She just wanted to go away. Lucia curled up in a ball and hid behind sand, half burying herself as she cried, all the while trying not to make much noise.


Yuurei nodded at Kyou. "Yeah . . . I was having fun at the pie eating contest. I tied with that Raevan girl. Umm -- I forget her name" she smiled a little ditzy. She nodded and looked around at the practically empty bar. "I guess a lot of people are playing paintball?" She thought she had seen Lucia's name on the sign up sheet and a brief concern crossed her mind before she shrugged it off. Lucia could handle herself. She just hoped the cat raevan remembered that it was all in fun. "How much do you need to raise?" she asked the warlock doctor, thinking of the small fortune her grandmother had left her.

Yuurei straightened her bikini top and nodded at the drink offer. "I'll have whatever you recommend."