lawd...

[compete.livejournal.com]

[ at 12 noon the doors and windows inside the ballroom unlock on their own and slowly open. holy guacamole, FRESH AIR IN DAAAAYS. the victims inside are free to stop and stare at the open doors... and resist to face palm themselves AT THE SPEED OF LIGHT. ]

[ HOW DOES IT FEEL, being sane again? feels good, man. the castle is sure you'll remember those days of rocking out to your alter ego and look back at them... fondly?? ]


[ and residents chilling outside the doors are free to WTF at everyone and everything. ]


[ ooc: LOSS OVER. NO SECTIONS THIS TIME AND GRAB SOME MORE RANDOM CRRRRR. THANK YOU COOL GUYS SO MUCH FOR PARTICIPATING IN THIS TRASH LOSS LKSFJWEOIURWEKR residents will have their powers back and are free to just... leave and go shower or something. /goes to backtag ]

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[royalrack.livejournal.com]

[ She's got a few spots of paint on her but the others probably got the worst of it, Lancelot and Cross are the best at protecting her. Her rack saved her from Julian, so~ Guinevere is more than happy to leave that strange room and not even look back ]

Ah..

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

[Anyone standing within a foot of Maladict as her powers return will have the delight of experiencing a Flashside. They will hear the distant WHOP-WHOP-WHOP sound of helicopters, and the ballroom will look decidedly more like a jungle.

...And then the fresh air hits her and everything goes back to normal]

Oh, bugger.

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

[sees the doors magically open and. Thinks about what she has been doing the past two (??) days.




brb getting the fuck out of there while trying to rub off the freaking war paint]

[heliotroping.livejournal.com]

[Is that... Is that the sun?]

[givingchase.livejournal.com]

[STILL FLAILING AROUND LIKE THE BERSERKER HE IS. 8| IS THERE A LANCE SWEETS IN THE ROOM. HE IS DUE TO GET PUMMELED.]

[honorinflames.livejournal.com]

[it takes him a minute. Suddenly no longer out for blood, no longer surrounded on every side by enemies...

when did all this paint get on his face?


he finally drops his plastic swords, which he could have sworn were so much cooler just a few minutes earlier]

[my-six-hearts.livejournal.com]

[is atop a pile of rubble, covered in stickers and warpaint, wondering how many casualties there were in the great Pillow Fort War.

it was there, man. It felt all the emotion and turmoil. ...And it will never forget.]

[dupable.livejournal.com]

[sitting on the floor, staring out the doors. Woooooh, that was tiring.]

[bedninja]

[this kid has ended up draped over the top of the busted DDR machine.... war paint in a few places... and both of his maverick revolver's still in hand.

that shit was insane man.]

[notjamesbond.livejournal.com]

[And Newt suddenly feels very stupid.]

[He still has his glasses, thank goodness, but he dimly realizes that the bandannas he tied around his head are actually his own sleeves. The red war paint drips down his sweating cheeks, and he looks incredibly surprised. What in the world just happened?]

[echivoc.livejournal.com]

[Ridiculous. Effing, hilariously, ridiculous.

If the castle were a human being, Cross would shoot the rest of his paintball gun ammo at him/her/it.

Don't mind going straight to his room to wash off this ridiculos war paint and any paint splatters he sustained.]

[craftingrebel]

[Kanji's cheeks and hair are slightly marred with war paint. Is that--oh man it even got in his hair. His hair, which is normally gelled back is a crazy jumble of spikes. Those cool glasses and his pajama headband he had are long gone after his fight in the middle of the fort. He takes one glance outside and drops the remaining suction cup darts he had with him.]

God dammit...

[royalrack.livejournal.com]

[ She's got a few spots of paint on her but the others probably got the worst of it, Lancelot and Cross are the best at protecting her. Her rack saved her from Julian, so~ Guinevere is more than happy to leave that strange room and not even look back ]

Ah..

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

[Anyone standing within a foot of Maladict as her powers return will have the delight of experiencing a Flashside. They will hear the distant WHOP-WHOP-WHOP sound of helicopters, and the ballroom will look decidedly more like a jungle.

...And then the fresh air hits her and everything goes back to normal]

Oh, bugger.

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

[sees the doors magically open and. Thinks about what she has been doing the past two (??) days.




brb getting the fuck out of there while trying to rub off the freaking war paint]

[heliotroping.livejournal.com]

[Is that... Is that the sun?]

[givingchase.livejournal.com]

[STILL FLAILING AROUND LIKE THE BERSERKER HE IS. 8| IS THERE A LANCE SWEETS IN THE ROOM. HE IS DUE TO GET PUMMELED.]

[honorinflames.livejournal.com]

[it takes him a minute. Suddenly no longer out for blood, no longer surrounded on every side by enemies...

when did all this paint get on his face?


he finally drops his plastic swords, which he could have sworn were so much cooler just a few minutes earlier]

[my-six-hearts.livejournal.com]

[is atop a pile of rubble, covered in stickers and warpaint, wondering how many casualties there were in the great Pillow Fort War.

it was there, man. It felt all the emotion and turmoil. ...And it will never forget.]

[dupable.livejournal.com]

[sitting on the floor, staring out the doors. Woooooh, that was tiring.]

[bedninja]

[this kid has ended up draped over the top of the busted DDR machine.... war paint in a few places... and both of his maverick revolver's still in hand.

that shit was insane man.]

[notjamesbond.livejournal.com]

[And Newt suddenly feels very stupid.]

[He still has his glasses, thank goodness, but he dimly realizes that the bandannas he tied around his head are actually his own sleeves. The red war paint drips down his sweating cheeks, and he looks incredibly surprised. What in the world just happened?]

[echivoc.livejournal.com]

[Ridiculous. Effing, hilariously, ridiculous.

If the castle were a human being, Cross would shoot the rest of his paintball gun ammo at him/her/it.

Don't mind going straight to his room to wash off this ridiculos war paint and any paint splatters he sustained.]

[craftingrebel]

[Kanji's cheeks and hair are slightly marred with war paint. Is that--oh man it even got in his hair. His hair, which is normally gelled back is a crazy jumble of spikes. Those cool glasses and his pajama headband he had are long gone after his fight in the middle of the fort. He takes one glance outside and drops the remaining suction cup darts he had with him.]

God dammit...