- Post your character, name, and series in the subject. Include any preferences as well. - Go to RNG and enter 1-7 for a scene type, and 1-20 for a scene to play out. - Have fun!
The rest since LJ cut me the fuck off.genuinepleasureJune 12 2012, 11:09:30 UTC
The door he wanted was to the left and so very very locked. He reached out to rest a hand against the wall. "It's your turn, nerds." He was obviously talking to their tech support. He watched the keyboard and waited quietly for them to work their magic. There was a soft buzzing and then a clicking. He smiled and reached forward to throw the door open. He was supposed to find an empty room, but there were six very violent looking men playing poker. "Well, fuck--" He had no choice, but to engage. He couldn't exactly outrun them in here. He had nowhere to go.
He charged toward the first one that was up and reaching for his gun. Clint lifted a foot and nailed him in the middle of his chest. He stumbled from the impact. This gave Clint a few seconds to deal with his two new friends coming at him. He caught one in the face with a right up and slammed the palm of his left hand up into the other's nose. The crunch was sufficient evidence that he had done some damage. The fourth had started firing and Clint charged forward. He dropped down and slid across the floor. Clint kicked a foot upward catching the guy somewhere in the stomach. More gunfire and he felt a bullet rip through his upper thigh. He flipped up as quickly as he could to face him only to have stronger arms wrap around his neck. Headlock. He wiggled and clawed at the bigger man's arms. He tried numerous times to get out of it, but he was getting nowhere, but unconscious. "Giraffe! Giraffe!" He hissed over the comm to Natasha. His safe word in case he got into trouble. He managed to get one one more before he saw darkness.
He charged toward the first one that was up and reaching for his gun. Clint lifted a foot and nailed him in the middle of his chest. He stumbled from the impact. This gave Clint a few seconds to deal with his two new friends coming at him. He caught one in the face with a right up and slammed the palm of his left hand up into the other's nose. The crunch was sufficient evidence that he had done some damage. The fourth had started firing and Clint charged forward. He dropped down and slid across the floor. Clint kicked a foot upward catching the guy somewhere in the stomach. More gunfire and he felt a bullet rip through his upper thigh. He flipped up as quickly as he could to face him only to have stronger arms wrap around his neck. Headlock. He wiggled and clawed at the bigger man's arms. He tried numerous times to get out of it, but he was getting nowhere, but unconscious. "Giraffe! Giraffe!" He hissed over the comm to Natasha. His safe word in case he got into trouble. He managed to get one one more before he saw darkness.
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