I AM AN ARMS DEALER 👉 FITTING YOU WITH WEAPONS

[unbreaker]

WHO: OPEN!
WHERE: Maurtia Falls, All Star Parking Garage
WHEN: Saturday, July 18, 2015 @ 7 PM
WHAT: It's PAINTBALL and bitches are gonna get shot in the face!
WARNINGS: Copious amounts of obscenities probably and mild(ish) violence?
SUBTHREADS: BEFORE GAME MINGLING | SHOOT-EM UP | AFTER GAME EATS

PAINTBALLING / 👉

The All Star parking garage is not particularly well-named. Although it stands prominently five stories above ground and is difficult to miss over the much squatter roofs surrounding it along the outskirts of Maurtia Falls, the place doesn't appear to have seen formal use for some time. Probably in at least as many years as the garage is old. At the entrance, the booth windows are plastered with various posters of missing persons and pets, advertisements for local businesses and bands, and the odd wad of gum; it's obvious that it has been unmanned by a professional for years, and the gate arm hanging at half its length, probably broken long ago by some rowdy youths, helps to reinforce that appearance. Litter decorates the floor of the booth as well as the driveway and ramps in the form of blowing McDonald's burger wrappers, takeout Starbucks cups, and plastic grocery store bags, and nearly every inch of the rest of the garage itself has been covered with graffiti, besides. From the ground level to the roof various tags have been painted: walls, ceilings, floors, columns, and even numerous overflowing and empty garbage dumpsters have been vandalized. Not very all star when you think about it, right? But there's no better playing field for super-powered imPorts in a game of super-powered paintball! Before the game begins at 7 PM, Josuke and Hisoka will touch base with the players one last time to make sure everyone is familiar with the rules that were mentioned in the broadcast yesterday afternoon. Besides keeping Josuke informed of any players who are seriously hurt during the game so he can fix their injuries, there are of course only two rules that are especially emphasized: Anything goes, including powers, as long as nothing lethal is attempted. Getting shot 3 times means you're out of the game and the winner is the last man standing. After that, if you haven't already done so, it'll be time to double and triple-check your equipment (you don't want to be that player whose gun malfunctions at a critical moment, do you?) and to introduce (or scope out, if you prefer) yourselves to the rest of the players congregating at the entrance. You'll have a few minutes to find teammates or form alliances if you like, and for those of you opting to go the distance alone, you may be able to overhear strategies being discussed that will help you outlast other players! Whoever you are, however you've decided to play, you would still do well to remember: there can only be one winner, so guard your back! And, as those who've chosen to spectate each take up their preferred vantage points offsite, as the final 60 seconds wind down and players are all rush onto the playing field in order to get into position before all hell breaks loose, as the air itself begins to feel alive with a charge that's almost electric, it's—GAME ON!

Comments

[deadtective]

[aw, what the hell? Hazel's lips purse in confusion and surprise as she realizes that he's coming out her without a gun. she must have really riled him up with her cheating, which is a hassle because she was really only counting on one brawl irrelevant to the game today. but whatever, nothing she couldn't handle.

Hazel remembers the first time she'd met Killua - the very first, all those months ago - and the way he'd looked at her while making those threats. she knows he's a lot more dangerous than a kid his age should be, although not much else. it's enough not to make her certain not to take any chances.

she swings the barrel of the gun at him as he comes in range, not willing to completely commit herself to putting any body parts closer to him than she absolutely has to.]

[killectric]

[As soon as he sees the gun Killua drops into a slide, throwing his weight up at the last moment to kick back the barrel and hopefully knock it from her hands. He did say he'd make sure she couldn't come back. Step one of that was to disarm her, and without his Nen he's left to just use his natural agility and strength.

Besides, victory would be way sweeter if he shot her with her own gun.]

[deadtective]

[Hazel is no professional fighter - the gun flies from her hands and goes clattering off somewhere she can't see. it's unfortunate, but whatever. her real asset in scraps like this is the fact that she can't be irreparably hurt or staggered.

so while that gun may be gone? she doesn't need any time to recover from the blow and immediately goes for a tackle. it's really all the same to her in the end.]

[killectric]

[Aw man, there goes his plan to shoot her with her own gun, but he can adapt. Without his Nen working his options are limited, but instead of dodging Hazel's tackle (since he's already on the floor), Killua just sticks his feet out to hold her at leg's length.]

Hey.

[deadtective]

[you know what's nice about being dead? you can have as many feet as you like pressing against your chest and it doesn't impede your ability to windmill and press even closer to them in a spirited but probably futile attempt to reach your opponent's throat and just choke his smug little face out.

she doesn't even sound beleaguered by any of this when she speaks, just angry. it's the sort of indignant rage that could only be increased if this stonewalling had been a result of Killua using his two inches of height advantage on her.]

I don't give a fuck about anything you have to say!

[killectric]

[Her struggling does make him strain, but Killua keeps his legs straight and her hands away from his throat.]

Man, what's your problem? I already told you I don't remember anything from the last time I was here, but it couldn't have been that bad. [Sure, let's just have a casual conversation like this.]