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 Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2012 9:56 am
Ophelia did not often describe herself as stupid, however this was one of those situations where no other word could sum up her actions. She missed her shrink, and in his absence decided to act on a bit of advise that he had given her a long time ago. To cut a long story short, she had decided to go paint-balling, and instantly regretted the decision.
She had spent the last hour ducking, rolling and fleeing from battle. She had got one or two hits in, but it was nothing compared to the thick layer of paint that covered her protective clothing. She was not very good at this, not very good at all.
The brunette threw herself behind a nearby tree, gritting her teeth at the deep thudding sounds that were being let off around her. She peeked around to see if the coast was clear, only for a blur to rush past her nose. She recoiled, her heart pounding. "Motherfu-" She growled, that was too close. Maybe she should just find a good hiding place until the match was over. Yes, that seemed reasonable.
She looked out from cover again, and for the most part the coast seemed to be clear. She saw a bush not too far away and decided that was a decent hiding place. She looked left and right, like she was crossing a road, before bolting for the bush. Oh, precious safety, it was only a few feet away.
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2012 11:56 pm
Nathan Darrow was very good at this.
Paintball was his therapy, his way to vent all the aggression that even patrolling as the Eternal Senshi of Danger couldn't get out. It allowed him to shoot innocent people and have no consequences coming after him, in the form of getting in trouble or actually hurting anyone. Because, for all his posturing, he was still a 'good' guy, and didn't really want to hurt anyone.
At least not permanently. If they didn't deserve it.
Most of the time.
He zeroed in on what seemed to be the easiest target on the field. She had taken a few hits already, and though she either had a good eye or was getting some lucky hits, he wasn't too intimidated by her battle prowess.
He saw her path and darted to cut it off. Leaping from atop a nearby barrel, he slammed down into the ground in front of her, pain rippling up his legs in a way that it usually did not when he leaped off buildings as a senshi. He had to remember his body was not quite that strong. Still, he straightened up and leveled his gun at her.
"Going somewhere?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2012 5:08 am
On, <******** plan of escape had been most rudely interrupted, and now she was staring down a barrel at point blank range. He even had the nerve to make some cocky remark, well this was just wonderful. Her honey eyes scanned the boy from under her face protector, but not much could be made out thanks to the excessive body armour. How could they be done up so much and still have it hurt like hell when they were hit? How could this be anyone's idea of fun.
Ophelia jumped back, raising her own gun to aim at him. He might hit her, but she would be damned if she did not get him in the crotch or the face in retaliation. Everyone seemed to have it out for her today, but on a plus side the therapy had been working, she was angry.
Though her voice remained somewhat calm, just because she was radiating rage did not mean she had to show it, that was very unladylike. "Try it, see what happens." She stated, finger on the trigger. He was hers.
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Posted: Wed Aug 29, 2012 12:07 pm
This was definitely Nate's idea of fun, and probably for the reasons she questioned. He was a man who knew what he liked, and shooting people without consequence was up there. Not just to cause pain for no reason, but to show that he was better than them.
Any chance to show off and stroke his own ego was, in his book, awesome.
He laughed.
"Do you think I care if you shoot me? I'm not scared of a little pellet of paint and a little pain. Why are you?"
He grinned at her, seeing her anger in her eyes though she was trying very hard, and rather well, to hide it. It was probably the only real way he knew how to interact with someone, by pissing them off. In fact, he tended to push and poke and prod anyone he met until he did managed to piss them off.
At the very least, he liked knowing where that line was.
So he fired at her, and of course, he aimed for her face.
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