Who: EVERYONE. You're all invited. When: Friday afternoon around two Where: Robinson Park Summary: A paint war to relax away the stress of experiments Rating: PG(-13) Warnings: Will change this to match
[Lavi's got one of the paint sticks in hand while he waits with his flower pot of yellow paint at his feet, he's not quite waiting for paint to dry but watching it slowly slide down the stick can occupy him for a while. At least until he meets an opponent on the battlefield of paint.]
[Green paint balloon- Syaoran had been working as soon as he glimpsed the park. Also as soon as he had heard Lavi had this planned. Ishtar's work on his legs had given him their use back...and he was glad to have this even to test them out. He had been working for hours- thanks to Allen's training - to sneak up behind lavi with three hidden on his person like a ninja. He could only pray Allen's training had not yet failed him. This was pay back Lavi, for the three hours he had spent in the shower trying to get yellow paint out of his hair. With careful and precise aim he darted the balloon silently like a grenade in Lavi's direction]
[It's not so much sneaking up on him, it's a game so you have to let your guard down, right? Being blind for a bit certainly helped his hearing improve so even Allen's ninja-teachings still give him away. Have to learn from the real shinobi~
Still, he lets it hit him in the back of his head, forehead hitting his paint stick from the impact. Stays like that for a few minutes and then looks back over his shoulder at Syaoran.] Happy with yourself, kiddo?
[Don't mind him, tossing a medium sized flowerpot filled with red paint back at him with a grin.]
[that seemed to piss him off more as he narrowly dodged the yellow before stumbling and catching himself with his arms. He then threw two more balloons his direction]
[ Okay she's just been watching them go at it to see what was up since she didn't know how to play the game very well. She just kept her eyes on them and avoided getting hit... of course that never ends well. She's slightly covered in paint and maybe catching onto the mood with everyone. It really did look fun... and she had stress to get off her back anyhow. This seemed like a good pass by game to get rid of her worrisome mind ]
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Still, he lets it hit him in the back of his head, forehead hitting his paint stick from the impact. Stays like that for a few minutes and then looks back over his shoulder at Syaoran.] Happy with yourself, kiddo?
[Don't mind him, tossing a medium sized flowerpot filled with red paint back at him with a grin.]
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[that seemed to piss him off more as he narrowly dodged the yellow before stumbling and catching himself with his arms. He then threw two more balloons his direction]
SERIOUSLY?!
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Wooow! What's this?
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