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{{Paintball- CACTUS}}

Pellets were flying all around him. It seemed that everyone else also needed to empty their guns.

Taking his aim, he shot at Aphismet.

Laughing and wildly missing for the umpteenth time, he aimed at Aphismet, and shot.

This was strangely fun. And, he wondered what would happen if his guardian were out here in his stead.

{{Paintball team- Cactii}}

This was bad. 5 shots, and he hadn't hit even once. resting for a second behind a barrier, he felt a twang of pain, looked down and realized he had gotten hit. But, by who, and when?

Grimacing at yet another red welt, he looked over the barrier and shot his last shot, this time, at the Melon team captain-- Mouse.

With that, he plopped down, his strength and ammunition both exhausted.

(( Paint ball war - Team Cacti ))

A bullet whirled pass Lazarus's horn as he ducked for cover. That was close! The paint ball war is almost coming to an end, he can feel it. There are more bullets flying furiously around the battlefield, people are more tensed than before. Lazarus just regretted not being able to do well in the war, only managing to hit 1 target so far. Perhaps lack of practice put him in a disadvantage?

But he is not going to put the last green bullet in the gun to waste. Dashing out heroically into the open to get a better view, he aimed his gun in the direction where the last bullet came from and saw APHISMET, again. He shot twice at him and missed, he sure hope that the third and last shot at him wouldn't. Pulling the trigger, he crossed his fingers that it will hit.

(( Paintball Field -> Sand 'n' Stuff ))

Lucia caught eye contact with anyone from the Melon team who would look at her. This was her congratulations, rather than anything vocal. Wincing slightly as her arm brushed against the bruise on her side from one of her many war wounds, Lucia floated towards the water, not wanting to touch it, but wanting to get all of the paint of of her body.

She floated, a foot over the water and dipped her belt into the water to get off a pink stain. Floating low to the water she held her hair over her shoulder as she gently dipped her pink-tinted wing into the water. Preoccupied with not getting her hair wet, Lucia failed to notice a larger wave making its way towards the shore.

She rubbed the pink completely off her arm. Reaching down to get some water to wash off her side, Lucia yelped and flew up as cold water splashed her torso. Brushing the water off her chest with her hands, Lucia scowled. Not only was she in pain, as the paintball wound on her side was burning from the salty water, but now she was cold and wet. And she had to do a limbo competition soon.

((Sand 'n Stuff -> Beach Bar))

Niksia had been caught up in the excitement of the Paintball War, quietly cheering on people regardless of what team they were on. At least she was consistent. But the call for the Limbo right after the winners of the war were announced sent Niksia to her feet and muttering darkly.

'Oh... Shoot!' To her credit, she rarely managed anything close to a swearword.

With the paintball having taken her attention for so long, she'd forgotten to find out when the limbo was supposed to start. And the many downsides of wearing a scarf constantly became apparent, the thought of tripping over it during a limbo did not produce any pretty mental images.

While unwinding the scarf she walked over to the shade of the bar, at least having decided to take off her sandals while she was in the contest. Toes gripped sand better than shoes, barely. The shelter of the bar sent a little sigh through her as her skin enjoyed the brief respite from the sun.

.ll Paintball Field --> Beach Bar --> Limbo Line ll.

Josh yelped as a paintball snapped harshly in his chest right before time was called. A thin trail of emerald slid down his stomach from a splatter positioned directly between his pecs. So David had finally given the boy the fatal shot he craved. Josh cringed at the dull throbbing coursing through his torso and chose to simply spare David a irked glare. So who would prove triumphant in this round of their on going feud? Josh made his way center stage to find out.

When the winning team was announced, Josh couldn’t help but feel a mixture of unrelenting pride and merciless disgust. Sure, he was grateful to be among the ranks of the victorious and have the opportunity to rub it in David‘s arrogant, pretty boy face. However, he was also covered in various bumps, bruises, and gunky paint residue. He felt the urgent need to rinse off his ‘battle wounds’ before he joined the limbo event. Josh grabbed his small trophy with an air of satisfaction and made his way over to the beach bar. The beach itself was too far away. He would prefer not to wander too far. The boy still had to make it to limbo.

Once at the semi-crowded bar, he grabbed a lone water bottle sitting in a cooler. The cold against his skin felt almost heavenly. The boy went to get a few bills to pay and made a horrific discovery. His backpack had been misplaced somewhere between his last visit to the beach bar and the paintball event. Josh’s auburn eyes snapped about hastily looking for his bag. He sighed contently as his eyes fell across a dull orange backpack which was tucked away under a seat. So he had left it here. Josh walked over, swung his bag over his shoulder, and nonchalantly paid for his drink. Of course, this particular bottle was destined for a greater task than being consumed by one of the copious festival goers. Yes, this bottle had the prestigious task of cooling Josh off and washing away the gritty remains of paintball still on his body. The boy casually dumped the bottle over his head as he made his way to the limbo line. He made sure to flip his hair methodically so it was given that immaculate windswept look that every girl swoons over. Or rather it was the style that Josh preferred.

((Sand 'n' Stuff))

Lucia was so preoccupied with trying to push the water off of herself that she didn't realize someone was coming closer to her. When Rivener spoke she jumped and whipped around to see familiar red eyes. She ran fingers through her hair, which had a little extra volume from her being frightened. The corners of her mouth turned up slightly as she realized who it was and what he offered. "Thanks," she said as she took the towel and began to wipe off her torso.

Rubbing the towel across her breasts she winced as she accidentally brushed it against the bruise on her side. Gingerly patting the painful area dry, rather than rubbing it, Lucia really wished she never joined that paintball game. There would be no bruises, no pain, and no wetness!

"I'd love to lie in the sand with you, but I stupidly signed up for another event. This is my last event though." She looked up into Rivener's eyes and smiled coyly. "I can relax with you until --" As the megaphone announced the beginning of the limbo contest and the speakers blared the tune Lucia was torn. She was banged up and bruised and didn't really want to participate in the event, but she thought she could do well in it. Lucia glanced over at the line that formed for the limbo game. "I -- um -- I'm supposed to be over there -- limboing. But if you want, you can come watch me and I'll stay with you, rather than in line." She looked up at Rivener hopefully. She really wanted to find out more about this raevan.