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[compete.livejournal.com]

[ FRIDAY MORNING. sleep well, soldiers? or were you guys up all night getting teams/forts set and ready? YEAH, WELL. THAT'S NOT ENOUGH. YOU AIM TO BE THE BEST, BEST, BEST.. How will you do it? Set traps, ambush others, bomb forts and take what remains for yours?? EVERYONE is in the way towards your path of becoming the NUMBER ONE top dog. Go stir crazy, or just plain crazy in general. ]

[ oh, and there's a new note on the door ]
"FINISH THEM."
TEST YOUR MIGHT.


[ okay, seriously now. the ballroom looks like an absolute mess. there are all sorts of forts set up in different sections of the room, the shelves are nearly bare and some aisles are completely trashed. also random fog machines are up and stuck in between the most random places to SET THE MOOD. YA'LL ARE IN THE ZONE, AFTER ALL. CAUSE THIS IS HOW WE DO IT. ]



[ ooc: sorry this had to be super early ;; I am being called out for the afternoon /sob will be back in a few! ]

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[unhands.livejournal.com]

[ immediately pointing the paintball gun at her.

and his gaze... so moves towards her chest.

NO WAIT CAN'T SHOOT BOOBS so looking at her face again ]

What do you want.

[royalrack.livejournal.com]

[ Guinevere holds her hands up as if to surrender then moves to show him her wrap. :( all the bubbles are popped man, how can Diamond Star lure peoplein so her bff can snipe them when she doesn't have a weapon? After a moment she drops it and tilts her head, smiling. Hello, boy! ]

[unhands.livejournal.com]

[ lowering his gun again and just. ugh. \8 this is ridiculous. ]

Keep walking if you don't want to get shot.