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 Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 9:32 pm
Spinning around to face Bossy now, Fiver made a grab for his mace but missed. "BUT HE CALLED ME .... oh whatever. Fine, ********," he muttered, stepping to the side to get out from between Bossy and a*****e (yes, that was Z 7's new nickname, thanks very much).
Stomping over to the side, he kicked rather viciously at some sand. Sure, he remembered hearing something about sticks and stones and words not hurting, but that was a crock of s**t so far as he was concerned. "If you guys wanna work together or whatever, SURE. But I am NOT. Workin' with HIM," he declared then, leveling a finger at a*****e.
...... There was a moment or two of silence from him, then he shot Bossy a look. "C'n I have my weapon back now." It wasn't really a question.
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 9:36 pm
Alpha-Two managed to scoop up her fallen nunchucks from the sand, dusting them off quickly. At least the gloves meant sand couldn't get under her nails...
... ooh. Alpha-Seven was tough. That was hot. One was pretty tough too, come to think of it. Maybe she could see her way past the unfairness of him getting One... maybe.
God, some of these orange nerds were loud.
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 9:39 pm
"I DON'T CARE IF YOU DON'T LIKE HIM. YOU CAN ALL TALK s**t ALL YOU WANT. I DON'T CARE. BUT s**t GETS PHYSICAL, AND A-SEVEN AND I ARE GOING TO KICK YOUR MORON ASSES." A-One paused for a breath. "I DON'T WANT TO SEE RED AND ORANGE FIGHTING TILL THERE AREN'T ANY MORE COLORS ON THIS GODDAMN PIECE OF LAND."
He shoved A-Five's mace back into A-Five's hand, and turned in a slow circle, glaring at everyone. "DID YOU ALL HEAR ME. DOES ANYONE FEEL LIKE ARGUING. BECAUSE IF I DON'T ******** YOUR s**t UP, A-SEVEN WILL. Right, Seven?" he finished, in an almost pleasant tone of voice.
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 9:40 pm
Lost. In the fog. On the beach. Crap.
He thought he had been right behind them, but soon he couldn't hear anything, see anything. Fear welled up. He shouldn't be alone out here. The silence could have been great, were it not for the knowledge of the danger he was sure he would come across, if that text was any indication. Should he go back? Where was back? s**t, s**t s**t s**t s**t.
After what seemed like forever, he heard a lot of commotion, and unfamiliar voices mixed with those he knew.
He walked slowly, keeping low, with his hand hovering over his dagger.
He wasn't sure what was happening. People were pleading to stop, egging each other on. What should he do? Show himself? Wait it out? What to do? What to do?! Sweat poured over his face under the mask, his heart pounding and his body trembling. He needed to be brave, and he needed to keep true to his morals. Survival was important, but so was believing in his morals.
He swallowed hard, and walked toward his team mates proudly. "What is going on here?!"
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 9:40 pm
Ooooh. α X couldn't help laughing when Seven grabbed the gun from the annoying orange dude.... and told him to go fetch.
At least that'd shut him up for a while... and Five as well, hopefully. And maybe now the stupids were gone, One would stop flipping out. α X had nothing but disdain for the ones yelling at each other (she blamed this on the orange team, though); did they really have to be so obnoxiously loud?
Never mind that she was prone to hysterics and loud screaming herself; None of them knew that yet. Yet. For the moment she would hang back and watch to see if these easily agitated people beat each other up.. it'd save her some trouble.
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 9:46 pm
A7 saluted at A1, and was glad no one could see the look in his eyes. There was maybe a little bit of adoration gleaming in them.
"Aye, sir. That I will."
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 9:46 pm
Oh. One was still yelling. Adorable. Closing his eyes, he waited for a moment, hoping that things were going to settle down, but really, truly doubting for such a miracle. That and Five was certainly proving to be almost more trouble than he was worth...a lucky thing they really hadn't gone on that scouting party. It really was hilarious to see One keep Five away from his damage-dealer. Well that certainly took the fire out of the situation, didn't it? Smirking faintly behind his mask, Three merely watched.
He wanted to know if they would have to add some of these orange idiots to the queue of people waiting to be thrown to the dogs. Or rather, teammates and friends....hah. Like any of them really thought that.
...oh wait, that would be giving most of them far too much credit.
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 9:47 pm
At A-1's sudden outburst, Z4 jumped, eyes wide with a strangled noise in his throat, practically jumping to hide behind Z8, but managed to keep his bearings and his ground. "Er..." He hoped he had heard his offer. "They're er... an unruly bunch, eh?" He gave a timidly playful jab to the Alpha's side, hoping to at least form some sort of fellowship with the other soldier.
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 9:49 pm
Alpha One had made his point very clear. It was now solely on each individual to comply. This meant that if any of the Alphas happened to attack one of the orange invaders, they would be held accountable. The real positive was that Alpha Eight didn't have to join the fight if a battle was started between any of the others Alphas. Good to know. Not that he would have jumped the gun to help, but he certainly needed the meat shields to keep calm and worry about their true top priority: protecting Alpha Eight.
"Now that Alpha One has laid down the law, we don't we agree to work together to take down any other team that may stumble into our camp? I think it's fair to say we can put off killing one another until the time comes to determine the final thirteen. Everyone here has their own role to play after all. Hahaha."
Humor always lightened the mood. Even when it came to pointing out that they were first and foremost enemies, regardless of their actions now.
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 9:51 pm
"YEAH!" Nine cheered after One's loud warning. "Stop circling and posturing like angry chimps and calm down, everyone." she paused and added, "Please?"
She leaned over to One and whispered not quite so subtly, "Anything else I can do to help, boss?"
This was fun. Hopefully everyone listened and it wouldn't come to outright brawling, her stake wasn't much of a weapon and more and more Zetas kept appearing out of the fog. She didn't really like those odds.
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 9:52 pm
He was so busy glaring holes into A 5 head, he could just shoot him in the nuts, maybe there was a silencer back in the tent. he could shoot him in the nuts, and noone would know a thing!
It was FOOLPROOF.
cept that A 7 decided to be a cockblock and throw his weapon away. What da hell's your problem meathead, it didn't involve you, go pump roids somewhere else! He grit out as he readied a punch to his sternum.
Sweet baby hippo, why is the red team full of bleeding idiots!
He had to stomp away and get his gun before starting war between the two teams, he didn't need to cause innocent bloodshed and get his squad killed.
"Hey leader, i'm not workin' with him, Swear to god I will rip him in half like a phone book if he gets near me!
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 9:58 pm
Zeta Eight stared silently at the group half fighting, half shmoozing amongst themselves, her posture suddenly relaxing as she let the tip of her mace fall into the sand with an audible 'thunk.' Had she not been wearing a face mask, there most certainly would have been a blank, unamused look on her face, and her eyes would have been half-lidded into a flat expression. Even when Zeta Four practically leaped behind her, she didn't move, still watching them idly. Even as Alpha One called for a truce, her only movement was to look over at him, tilting her head to one side in a thoughtful motion before looking over her shoulder, back towards their tent.
Hm. Tempting.
Had she been any more expressive, there might have been a sigh from the Zeta girl's gas mask as she heard Zeta Seven speak up about not wanting to work with one of the Alpha's, her attention turning to where he was searching for his gun. (She had noticed one of the Alphas had thrown it, but had not considered it threatening, since no one had attacked as of yet.) "Zeta Seven," she replied in her typical even tone, letting him know she was listening. It wasn't exactly a reprimanding address, but it wasn't a consoling one either.
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Interesting Conversationalist
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 10:00 pm
A-One glanced to A-Nine. "Keep a level head," he said. "And don't. ********. Get friendly. With anyone else." He squeezed her shoulder; it might have been a friendly gesture, except that it was just a tad too forceful for that. "We're all buddies here. For now. But nobody else. Got that?"
He turned his glare back to Z-Seven. "You and A-Five can't play nice, fine. You two can stay away from each other. For now. I'll ref your fight later, and you can rip each other to shreds, but you're not doing that till there's nobody left but us. Hear me?" He looked to A-Five as well, just daring either of the aggressive ones to contradict him.
He shot a glance at A-Eight. "Stick close," he growled. "Somebody's going to need fixing up, and it looks like you got picked for that s**t."
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 10:01 pm
Leader? Had Z7 just called him... any hint of sarcasm or maliciousness to the word went over the orange soldier's head, Z4's goggles seemingly sparkling as though a brief lapse in the fog had sent sunlight glittering off of their tinted glass. "Just everyone calm down... There is certainly strength in numbers... I don't know about you Alpha fellows, but is there a chance none of you remember what happened either? Before, I mean?
"Combining our strengths sounds like an excellent idea! I'm sure we can all come to an agreement as gentlemen?" The last statement was directed towards his trigger happy and fiery tongued friend. "We don't even know for certain silly threats on mysterious cellular phone messages are founded in any truth. Who was it who suggested this might be an experiment? Perhaps the experiment is just that."
He had a lot more faith in human nature than *that*.
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 10:02 pm
A7 grinned like a fool as he watched the hothead storm off to fetch his gun. "Good boy." His growl continued, before taking a few steps back (let's be honest, who would turn their back on anyone right now?) and returning to protecting the ladeeez and waiting for orders. He had no fight with orange team - for now, orange was as good as red.
For now.
That meant everyone else was definitely an enemy. The problem was, he couldn't see past the beach just yet, with all this fog. And he kind of wished he'd gotten a gun, instead of this mace of his. He swung it around a few times, before clipping it back to his belt.
He could feel the testosterone filling the air, and decided not to add to it any further. With a distinct 'plop', his a** was on that sand, and rested his arms on his knees in front of him. The show had just begun, and he settled in for a good seat.
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