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 Posted: Mon May 30, 2011 11:18 pm
Bul's answer was clear enough, and it received a short nod before she turned to look up at Nukpana. She pondered responding to him in one of two ways. She chose the later, instead of pointing out that he was listening on a private conversation.
What? Is there something wrong with me liking you? Yes, she was completely diverting the question. She gave him a concerned look, before nudging her head up sharply. Out, I'm not done talking privately with Bul. As much as she'd already decided not to point it out, her words inflected the intention well enough.
She put the gun back down and turned her body halfway, so it was facing Bul completely.
There's nothing wrong with that. I'm not mad. She lied. But there is something wrong with you signing up to my paintball matches, when it's clear you're a liability. You didn't know she was on the other team. Therefore, I don't hold you accountable for the past. However. Her hand reached for the gun again, and a moment later it's tip was pointed directly at Bul's neck.
Tomorrow's match, she will be out there. And you have a choice. Either you take your weapon and you shoot her, or you don't get on the field at all. The butt of the weapon caressed his Adam's Apple gently. Is that clear?
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Posted: Mon May 30, 2011 11:31 pm
For the second time that night, Nuk ALMOST ignored Riley, instead staring at Bul as if he were a human in disguise. It wasn't disgust, really, more of a confusing entanglement of confusion and horror that, from his face seemed to have everything to do with Bul's admittance of having feelings for the doll. Which it did. In fact, it had everything to do with that.
"You... didn't shoot her?" he asked incredulously after a second, listening as Bul spilled his guts for the other ghoul to Riley. He almost didn't hear her at all, certainly didn't notice when she looked at him, oblivious. At the word 'liability,' however, his eyes snapped up, and he blinked at her once, giving her a bewildered look. "What...? No, 's not what I meant." he replied to the demoness. There was a sickening twist to the way he said it that suddenly seemed to match his expression, his face twisting as if he looked like he might lose his lunch.
Turning, he left the tent, walking a few steps before stopping again, well away from their conversation, unable to hear any more. Which was probably for the best, after all.
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Interesting Conversationalist
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Posted: Mon May 30, 2011 11:33 pm
Bul's eyes dropped to the gun now pointed at him and gulped. He thought he had dodged that set of punishment and instead was slowly being faced with an even more awful ultimatum. Listening as she raised the gun, he had no choice but to lift his head as not to start gagging with the end pressed against it. The thought was enough to make him readily uncomfortable.
Play and shoot Mei, or not play at all? How could he count on this strategy? Especially knowing that if he accidentally bumped into her, there would be no getting away with not firing.. unless.. he missed on purpose.
"I... understand," he said to the best of his ability with his neck stretched.
His decision was one best made in a less stressful setting without a gun pointed at his throat. He'd have to come up with a very ingenious plan as not to run into Mei or give up completely which was almost out of the question.
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Posted: Mon May 30, 2011 11:41 pm
There was a part of Riley's mind that was focused quite sternly on Nukpana, even as he turned to leave the tent. Something was wrong, but she had no idea what his problem was. It made her want to drop the act with Bul and follow him - Nukpana took priority, after all. She fought the urge, and instead lowered the gun and gave Bul a gentle look.
I'm so happy we understand each other now, Unstabul. And I really hope that whatever happens between you and Mei reaches some kind of resolve soon. In your own time, of course. Good luck with that - we all need a little help in the matters of the heart, once in a while.
She patted his shoulder and nudged her head to the door. You can go rest up now. Even if you don't play tomorrow, you're still welcome to spectate with everyone else, so I expect to see you here either way.
She would wait until he had at least started to leave, before saying anything further. When she did, she was focused on cleaning the butt of the gun free of dried paint with her fingernails.
Oh, and Bul, dear. I really do hope you understand how important it is that you follow my instructions. Don't let me catch you on that field with her again, unless she's covered in red. Riley's eyes lifted off the gun, and looked at Bul cheerfully. You know, she does look pretty in red.
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 12:00 am
Part of Bul wanted to retaliate and lunge at Riley and shake the snot out of her screaming about how he'd do no such thing but as a very respectable creature of Amityville, she would recieve no such attack. Bul knew his place well enough not to do something that stupid but it did not hold back the stinging impulses.
Now what would he do? He wanted to play... badly. He wanted to be able to show his stuff and represent his club with pride but he had a lot weighing in on it. It almost seemed not worth it to play at all. He didn't even have the time to consult Mei about what had happened... at least not in time to prepare for the match the next day. Surely she'd want to play too he didn't dare ask her not to play. He had to warn her somehow and.. perhaps find a way to make it fun and not horrible and painful like the lodging of paintballs could be.
He already had a few welts from his three loses and he had no idea how long or how much Mei had been playing. For now he'd think.. rest.. and think.. and plan for whatever way possible he could formally ask the living doll out.
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 12:31 am
When things had gone quiet inside the tent, Christof finally reached out with his mind, gently and ignorable if she was in the middle... not good to interrupt the Master, after all. Shall I fetch some Skitters or sharp sticks for under his nails, Mistress?The offer was eager and enthusiastic, his eyes locked on silhouette of his beautiful Mistress and the gun that had been up against the monster Boil's throat. It sent shivers down his crooked spine and made his heart swell. This was why he served her. Even in the face of defeat, she rallied the troupes with an iron fist.
The sounds of movement, though, and it seemed his offer had come too late. The Igor sagged in disappointment. He sighed and sat on the ground by his hiding spot. There was a lot of clean up to do and work to prepare for tomorrow... but he liked working by moonlight.
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 3:29 am
The time had finally come. There was no fanfare, no bang of a starting gun, no real indication at all that things had begun. The trench, now cleaned and walled into place for a new game, suddenly filled with a light, misty fog. It was nothing like the games before, where the fog was a blinding blanket of white - this time, the light dusting was subtle, almost unnoticeable. The fog was still inhibiting sight, but far less than usual. In fact, both sides could easily see each other, and while inside the trench it would be much easier to both see, and hear the enemy. Caution was thrown to the wind, as the free-for-all began. There were no students in the trench as of yet, but it was clear that the game had begun. The light fog invited all those who dared enter, to find their way through the sandy maze. The flags were gone. It was unknown what could have been installed secretly in their place. The lips of the trench were a silent invitation for any non-club member to sit and watch the festivities as they raged on for the rest of the day. They made no promise of safety. 
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 3:30 am
WELCOME TO THE FINAL FREE-FOR-ALL
No sign-ups. No movement rolls. If you're a member of N.A.P. or Fitness, you put on your armor and you climb down into that trench. YOU choose what spot your character starts in. You have to begin in the starting row of your team - PLEASE USE THIS GRIDDED MAP TO CHOOSE YOUR STARTING POINT AND TO MOVE YOUR CHARACTER. Fitness all must begin in Row 1. N.A.P. all must begin in Row 17. You may pick any lettered starting point. From there, you may move 3 spaces. Your movement speed for the entire game is 3 spaces. How do I move?Once an hour, you PM Nio Love your movement. You may move 3 spaces once at any point during an hour. (If you PM at 1:58, and then 2:01, that's okay.) You may not move diagonally. There is no auto-shot. You should move all three spaces every hour that you can, in hopes to find a fight. The map will be updated sporatically. If you get into a fight, your movement will end until you have completed the fight. You will not be eliminated from the battle if you lose the fight. You will simply be warped back to the starting row. What is the goal?Your goal is simple: Shoot. A. Lot. Of. People. The winner of this game will be the one who has gunned down the most enemies. Friendly fire does not count. Please do not wait for a thread update to make your next move - you get to move once an hour. PMs for your movement are accepted starting at the :00 of each hour. If you miss an hour, you do not get extra moves. Moves will be made based on when you PM. Someone who PMs at :01 will move before someone who PMs at :05. If someone runs into you, you lose your movement and are put into a fight. IMPORTANT: You must make at least one roleplay post before a thread update.The game has begun. PMs are now being accepted - there will be no map update until I wake up later today, but you may PM every hour starting right now. Good luck.
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 3:50 am
NON-CLUB MEMBERS ARE NOW INVITED TO ROLEPLAY IN THIS THREAD AS SPECTATORS ON THE LEDGE!
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 4:02 am
Mandy was feeling fan-tas-tic.
Sure she'd had a trippy last round, what with the whole flying pop tart cat and turning into Charlie Sheen but they'd won. And then they'd won another round.
It was brilliant.
Morale over at NAP was definatly high, at least in her opinion.
So when the free-for-all was announced she wad more than happy to slide into the lightly misted field, gun at the ready. Time to spread the blues.
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 5:32 am
Altair bared his teeth. He'd had to sit out for the past round. It had been fun to watch Nuk get shot, admittedly, but the incubus was itching to hunt. The demon was champing at the bit for the round to begin, knowing not too far away stood the NAP team. It was time to rock some booties. He adjusted his grip on the gun, lifting one hand to flick his forelock out of his eyes, stick his helmet back on and pull down the goggles. Under the helmet, he grinned.
Balancing the gun, he cradled it and rested a finger on the trigger, flicking his tail restlessly, shaking and rolling his shoulders, lifting the gun and getting ready to move.
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 7:08 am
Having to skip the last few rounds so she could recover from her Mental trauma vaporization, Astra was now back on the field for the final round! She hoped that she could score lots of hits this time, and help their team to win.
She stood In position, checking her gun to make sure it was broken, as well as trying not to fall over for the millionth time. Since it was a free for all, that meant that everyone was going to be in this round. That meant a lot of people she could shoot...and get shot by. Gulping, she tried not to focus ont hat and just focused on waiting for the game to start up.
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 7:52 am
Having successfully gunned down one of the toughest members of Fitness, in her humble opinion, Hadiyya was feeling rather pleased with herself and quite eager to get back into the fray. It wasn't a wise decision. There had not been a terribly large amount of forethought put into it. She was going to get destroyed, she knew it, and yet she still limped her way into the trenches anyways.
The usual 'armor' that'd been provided by Christof had been replaced by the ghoul by a rather nice set. It would appear the djinn had vetoed the makeshift gear and rented herself something far more appropriate. If she was going to get plastered with paintballs, she was not going to trust her lovely frame to the protective efforts of yoga pads and pillows. Jack no.
Gun resting on her shoulder, she entered the mist. Ears and eyes straining for any early signs of enemy movement. So far so good. At the back of her mind, she couldn't help but wonder if her beloved would be joining her in the war.
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 8:25 am
They had won the last game, yet victory didn't taste so sweet today. Bul being on the enemies team was a hard blow to the doll, and she wasn't sure she would be able to carry out her duties and take him out if they were to cross paths. It already happened once. Luckily, she had had any crap from her team about the shoot out--er..or lack there of between the two. She doubted it was the same for the snot monster across the field. No doubt, he was in for it..
The final round was just about to begin, when the doll reached for her gun again. Checking over the ammo, she followed some of her teammates out on to the field. Hoping that Bul and her would somehow avoid each other this time.
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 8:36 am
Shehk was ready for the madness,that much was for sure. Madness and insanity and running about the field going PEW PEW PEW. She was so excite. Never not excite. Her tail had resumed wagging maniacally as she had once again donned the protective gear for the fitness club and grabbed up a gun, taking up the field with a grin on her face.
She was prepared. It would be awesome.
None the less, the pricolici marched boldly onto the field, prepared for anything.
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