fandomhigh | Attitude: Just Deal With It

Today, Reno's students had been ~~handwavily~~ informed to meet at the main campfire, and to wear clothes they didn't mind running around the woods in. Specifically, ones they didn't mind ruining.

Why?

They'd probably figure it out for themselves when they saw the heap of paintball guns, ammo, and safety gear. And it would probably become abundantly clear when they saw that Reno had taken it a step beyond, and had filled several large buckets with water balloons. Which were also filled with paint.

"Yo, Rookies!" Reno himself was decked out in a suit that had clearly been on the receiving end of a few such water balloons in the past. He'd been on the island long enough, he was getting to be an old paintball veteran. "Today's final is gonna be whatever you make of it, yo. I got paintball equipment here, enough for all of you, and I went and marked off a chunk of the preserve for you guys to run around in. In the woods? Gift certificates for Pizza Planet an' Chilly Boulder. Enough for each of you to have one. Your mission if you choose to accept it is to get in there an' raise hell until you find one of each. When you're done that, you're dismissed. Bring your paintball crap back here an' go enjoy your large pizza an' sundae, yo."

What this had to do with attitude, the world might never know.

But it seemed like it would be fun. Or amusing. Or both. And so Reno was totally game.

[OCD up, and class is in session!]

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Armed and dangerous!

Nathan Young

Seifer Almasy

William Murdoch

Peter Wiggin

Fredward Benson

Stan Marsh

Or, rather, suit up and see how many of those paint-balloons you can carry before you reach critical mass, or they all explode on you.

Just like it says on the tin, but with added paint-balloon grenades!

Reno has put the gift certificates in fairly conspicuous places, hanging from tree branches by neon tape, so that they don't end up lost in the foods forever. You're only allowed to collect one of each, but once you have yours you can feel free to make life difficult for those without by continuing to shoot at them.

Because it's fun, that's why.

So, Nathan wanted the gift certificates because he wasn't flush at all and free food was free food. Nathan also didn't want to get shot so he planned on grabbing a gun, running into the woods and trying to sneak around while looking for a gift certificate.

Yep, he was gonna try and hide for the most part. After grabbing his gun, he'd jogged off into the woods and was now crouched down behind a fallen log obscured by brush and shrubs. Maybe he could just avoid the whole getting shot thing. It tended to hurt!

Seifer loved this game. Paintball Wars was pretty much the same in his world as this one.

And he planned on taking out as many people as he could before finding his tickets.

Freddie was so doomed. He could fence, that was true. But the time all his friends had played paintball assassin, he was the first to go.

He was going to have to try and be sneaky.

Freddie was anything but sneaky.

But then again, he probably wouldn't be deterred by paintballs hitting him. He was used to pain, one of his closest friends was Sam Puckett.

Reno isn't letting them off the hook so easily this week, either. He got paintball equipment and gift certificates for them, too!

See? He cares!

At one time, Effy might've been a little too cool and brooding to go for this, but these days... what the hell, why not? She was leaving soon, and intended to make the most of her last week or so here.

Ripped up jeans and an old grey tank top, and she was ready to go.

Dru shrugged, grabbed a paintball gun and was ready to go.

Going by the paint-stained clothing that he's wearing today, it's possible that he's expecting to be fired on.

Going by the paintball gun in his hands, it's possible that he's planning on returning fire with all the accuracy that years in Midgar's equivalent to the Secret Service can afford. Paintball at your own risk.

I was up late last night drawing drapes. Lots and lots and lots of drapes. Which meant that this morning, I'd totally managed to forget what it was I was going to do for the final for this class.

I like to think that paintball wars make up for that in a pinch.

Attitude: Just Deal With It - Tuesday, Period 2

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