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 Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 8:38 am
Tybalt had watched the results of the last couple of matches on the side lines and for some reason they were much better than he had originally expected! Who knew the N.A.P. club was this good at paintball? The Fitness club on the other hand, seemed really pissed off about the results and had it in their minds to annihilate the entire N.A.P. club here and now, in this match. Not that he or the other members would lay down and let them shoot them!
"Hey Mei! Wait up!" He called, running after the broken doll; catching up with her in a matter of seconds. "What was that little display on the field during the last match?" He asked curiously. Not that he would press the matter too far. After all, he knew she could get quite cranky when she wanted to and if he pissed her off too much, she was likely to shoot him instead of the enemy. Nevertheless, he decided to move along the field with her.
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 8:52 am
It was the day of reckoning. The day that the Napsters and the Fitness would drive each other into the dirt and Bul was barely ready. He hadn't had a chance to meet with Mei after the game he had played the day before but he did get a chance to relax, ease his mind of Riley, and prepare himself to do whatever it took to defend himself in any situation on that field.
Arriving to the tent Bul looked rather exhausted despite resting up. He was a flurry of emotions, a highly dangerous catalyst for a boil with a gun in his hand. Was he mad or nervous? He couldn't even tell which. Absolutely livid that he was supposed to shoot Mei on sight? Most certainly.
Looking down at his phone and wiping the screen before suiting up, Unstabul gave it a nervous smile then put it away in a pocket.
Here we go, Mei.. he thought to himself, grimacing somewhat before putting on his game face and snaking his way onto the playing field. He hadn't even stopped to plan strategies with his teammates but today's rules were a little different than usual.
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 9:07 am
The final day. This was the one where fitness really had the chance to redeem themselves. Before it was time to start, Jericho did whatever he could to prepare himself for the epic battle that no doubt was to come. They were going to get those Nappers for sure this time.
They had to.
Making sure he was properly equipped, he headed into the trenches with gun in hand.
Game time.
"VOOOOOOOOOOOOOIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!" he cried before moving out.
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 9:07 am
Petro had been unfortunately absent during the other games. His schedule had been erratic at best and he kept missing sign ups much to his regret. But now that it was a free-for-all, the horse boil was itching for some action. He did fairly well during practice, but this time was different what with the fog and all. He shook away the memory of the island, an unfortunate side-effect of the fog but Tro wasn't the sort to back down.
He donned the protective armor, picked up his weapon, and charged into the trenches, utterly gung-ho to make up for lost time.
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 9:18 am
Making her way across the field, she kept her weapon ready in case of any surprise 'guests' appearing out of no where. Though, she was not expecting this guest of all people..
Hey Mei! Wait up!
Groaning, the doll looked over her shoulder, spotting an all too familiar boil chasing after her. Damn it.. This was the last person she wanted to follow her. "Display?" She asked, raising a brow, recalling the events of the last match. "That---That's none of your business, Tybalt!" Snarling at the black dog, she began to move again but instead stopped and pulled out her phone.
Not that anyone would see, but a small smile worked it way across her lips, while texting something and shoving the phone back into her arm bands pocket. Today was looking better already.
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 9:20 am
Aksaja grinned upon hearing Jericho's typical roar, and purely on impulse, he answered with a roar of his own as he hopped down into the trench, gun in hand. It didn't matter how many games they'd lost, or that he was shot down yesterday.
Today . . . today they were going to WIN. No matter what. The lightning dragon had taken some time the night before to 'spiff up' his rented armor, having made little lightning bolts from paper and stuck them in various places on said armor. It would all come off (he was fairly sure), but he felt rather like letting everyone know just exactly who was shooting the Jack out of them. His hair was also pulled back into a short braid today, rather than the more typical high ponytail. Couldn't have it possibly getting in the way after all.
Landing in the trench with a thump, Aksaja glanced around, then started moving out, eyes sweeping all about him. Bring it on, NAP'ers.
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 9:41 am
Damien was feeling optimistic for the new day, whatever bad fortunes that the fitness club had hopefully passed. He didn't care that the hellhunter Ocelot managed to follow behind him today too, his cardboard box would have to sit this game out. This game was his last chance to redeem himself, his teammates and the name of the club, fitness.
They had no choice but to win, or face the wrath of riley and frankly speaking, the hellhound wasn't down with getting yelled at or shot at execution style.
With as much gusto as he could muster, the green eared boil hefted on his armor, cup and gun, picked up a spare in case he needed and charged into the trenches to join his allies that were already on the field. The cries from the dragons spurred on the fighting spirit that was deep within and he wanted to join them, with a spiritual howl to the paintball gods.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU~"
The Nap'ers were going to have a rough time dealing with raw power, which judging from the boils and ghouls of the group, they had in spades.
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 9:45 am
Tybalt snorted at the doll's response. Just like her not to tell him anything. Then again, it seemed to be a private matter and she never liked him much to begin with.
"I'm cool with that." He said smiling at her reaction and putting his arms up behind his head before he continued his relaxed stride. Though this time a little less relaxed than he would have preferred. He had to keep his gun in his grip after all. Who knew when one of those cranky determined fitness club members would show their faces.
He was about to speak up again, when he noticed the doll's attention was elsewhere. In fact, it was on one of those phones everyone seemed to have ( he still needed to learn how to use his ) and she was reading something... Wait! She was texting someone.
Oh hoooh?
Though instead of confronting her, the black dog's smile only grew into a wide toothy grin, as he pretended to be oblivious about the entire thing.
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 10:16 am
It was paintbath time, and members came from their sides in a massive group, heading to fill up their sides. Calder wiggled his way into the starting line, holding his gun and pumped from his last fight. He had shot someone, which meant there was hope for a repeat performance. The best thing, he would be allowed to continue over and over instead of just plopping down and being 'dead' for the rest of the game. That and no flag fetching.
He only hoped Riley was participating and he could at least get one shot in. That would make his day.
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 10:29 am
Barth eyed his watch, docked his skateboard (which had been...briefly interned by Christof), and headed out for the final match. Zipping around in the field clustered with players from both sides wasn't the best strategy, and he was back to his old standby of slow and steady.
This time it was shot or be shot, and he had the gloomy feeling of someone with a price on his head. Still, it was better to be out here in the field where Fitness could get...their frustrations out within the game. Instead of stuffing him in a locker later.
He would take it easy, take his lumps, and...well, maybe give a few, for purely spirit-rousing purposes.
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 11:32 am
When Siddie returned to the field, she did so feeling considerably better than she had when she left it. A rest, a shower, and a long talk had relaxed her and given her fresh determination, and the knowledge that being shot wouldn't force her to leave this time was heartening. Even if she got hit, she could still keep shooting back. And she intended to use up her ammunition. She had a few targets in mind.
Even the fog was less unnerving. She could see through it, and that was reassuring.
A howl and a roar rang through the light mist. Siddie grinned. She might not be one to respond in kind, but she answered the battlecries from her teammates with a low, snakelike hiss that resonated through the shadows, seeming to rise up from the ground itself.
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 12:47 pm
Late late late SO VERY LATE!
The long legged reaper made his way to the tournament, jogging a quick jog. He had missed so much and he knew it! He felt a little bad. But finally, he was here, and things seemed kind of odd. How much had he missed anyway? Regardless, he made his way to the armory, slipped on some armour, and gave the helmets a good long stare.
He would have to remove his hat for this. Damn.
Better than getting it paint covered! Mot quickly switched out the hat for a helmet and grabbed a gun, racing off into the field.
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 1:35 pm
Paint paint paint! Shehk kept moving, tail wagging as she ran along, excited by the number of people who had suddenly flooded the field with them. Mwa ha ha. She was ready to shoot people like nothing else!
PEW PEW PEW PEW PEW!!
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 1:45 pm
GENERATING MAP UPDATE...
Complete!
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 1:50 pm
The hum of people on the battlefield was a steady sound. You could hear all the shuffling, the running, the footsteps in the sand. There were a lot of them. And yet, only two had found themselves in a battle. THE FOG IS DISAPPOINT.  Jericho and Mandy, roll a d20 with your roleplay post! If you do not post within one hour from this post, you are shot! Movements are still being taken!
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