I see a red door and I want it painted black.

[healing_death]

Characters: EVERYONE!
Date/Time: November 18
Location: Vegas*
Rating: PG for paintball pwning and violence
Summary: Paintball. Edensphere Edition.

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MYSTERIOUS LONE TARGET IN GREY SUIT - hiding near CAESAR'S PALACE

[fugue_angel]

Just. his. luck. He HAD to wake up and find himself jammed into this stupid suit--which meant he'd be made a spectacle of in the most recent event: paintball. At close range, those things hurt, so he wasn't looking forward to being shot at. Thankfully he managed to find Iris, hold her at gunpoint, and force her to take shift while he ran off to hide somewhere.

And hide he did, for he most certainly was NOT looking forward to being creamed for this. But something told him that he'd suffer the entirety of it.

[inthecenterfold]

[[OOC: Bumbling in from up here! ♥ Let me know in chat if it doesn't work and I'll edit :D ]]

"OIOIOIOIOIIIIIII!" Smoke shrieked as he tried to get his balance back, but had unintentionally kept a very tight grip on the gun due to being so freaked out. Even though he'd seen such a gun in use - couldn't remember it of course - he'd never actually fired one, so it was still a much different experience from his chain, which he could normally control mentally.

And as dark as it was out, small wonder that Smoke stumbling backwards would bump into someone looking in the opposite direction to be hit.

ENTER THE RED RANGER!

[redrobinhood]

Ghost came skidding down the hallway, running from blue paintballs and cackling like a mad man. He was having the time of his life gunning people down for money and abusing his ability to phase between walls and paintballs. It was a game he could really get behind. And the best part? He was on the RED team!! BEST COLOR EVER!!!

Plus it turned out he was an excellent shot. The paintball guns felt familiar in his hands--of course if he really was a cop like Spike thought he was, that made sense. He saw a flash of BLUE and heard the shriek coming from ahead of him so he turned and made a shot.

you are being STALKED sir

[kanin_gitarist]

Kanin was following Ghost, though he was trying to be sneaky about it. The way he figured, Ghost could only dodge things he saw coming...

So if he didn't see Kanin and his yellow paintballs coming, then, well.

He watched Ghost turn a corner and shoot into a fray before he hit his friend from behind. 1, 2, 3. Knees, back, head.

"GOTCHAS."

GHOSTY SMASH!

[redrobinhood]

"ARGH!" Ghost yelled as the paintball to the back jostled his still sore arm. "WHAT THE...KANIN! I'M GONNA MURDER YOU!"

Forgetting the fallen blue and...gray? people on the floor, he turned around and let loose a volley of red balls at Kanin. "That's my hard earned money you just stole!"

ripped like Jesus saves! Everyone else takes full damage.

[kanin_gitarist]

"Ack!" Kanin turned and ducked, Ghost still managing to hit him in several places on his upper body. "You don't lose moneys! I just get mores, ha!"

He peeked around the corner and fired off a few shots from his rifle.

The others got busy shooting each other

[fugue_angel]

He panicked at the sight, narrowly ducking, dodging, and rolling to prevent himself from getting hit by blue paintballs. Suddenly he heard a crazy cackling as a red player barreled down the hallway, and Fugue literally threw himself a distance to escape.

Thankfully, the red player was quickly distracted by a yellow one who was seemingly stalking the other. So there was only the blue to deal with, was there?

The grey quickly got up and opened fire on the blue while running in the opposite direction, only to slam into a wall from not looking.

[inthecenterfold]

Smoke whirled on his feet and was slightly distracted by the sight of Kanin and Ghost pelting each other - enough that the grey-suited-wonder could fire on him.

Until he hit the wall, that is. Smoke wasn't winded and he wondered why after feeling the impact, but ran to stand over top of the man anyway.

"Dude, I think it's against the rules to not wear your color. You trying to cheat or something?"

Smoke unleashed five shots of blue before waiting for a response.

[fugue_angel]

Fugue felt indignant. "ExCU--I AM WEARING MY COLOR!!!"

And then he got pelted by at least four out of five shots before managing to roll over and pull back to his feet.

"AHHHHHHHH!!!" He began firing at Smoke, charging at him like a madman. Grey paintballs flew in every which direction; hopefully Fugue would hit something. ANYTHING would do at this point.

[inthecenterfold]

"WHAT?" Smoke retorted, laughing at the man's predicament until he started getting splattered and saw him charging. "Oh... it's on now."

Spinning out of the way, Smoke came around until he was facing the man's back and fired at him some more, making a line from the top of his head, down his spine, and finally once - Nah, three times - in the butt, and then down the left leg.

Chuckling mainly to himself, Smoke started to approach. "If you say that's your color, then fine, but it still means yer not on my team an' free game t'--"

It was then that the redhead felt a heavy weight settle at his waist. Extremely curiosly about the bulk in his pocket, he immediately set about pulling the thing in question out to investigate.

If the greysuited figure had any interest in remaining more grey than blue, he might take that chance to escape.