Everything's A Weapon, Wednesday, Period 3

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Cindy glanced around the monochromatic park. She and Reno had politely waited for the firefighters to finish removing the cats in the vicinity and then set up. If there was anyplace that needed what they had planned, it was here.

“Hey class,” Cindy said, waving a large gun at the approaching class--while ignoring the curious stares of the townsfolk who had gathered around to stare at them. “Welcome to your final.” She pointed to the pile of guns and eye protection laying in between their teachers.

"Basic rules," Reno intoned, grinning sharply and picking up a paintball gun of his own. His goggles were pulled down over his eyes. Because they were cooler than the stupid ones that were supplied for the students, that's why. "You can shoot one another, but the first one who aims for the head gets immediate detention, yo. Yes, over break, you think I give a shit how much vacation you miss? An' you can shoot the scenery all you like. Anyone who gets one of the locals gets detention, too."

Reno was caring and benevolent like that.

“Please shoot the scenery,” Cindy muttered. “It’s creeping me out.”

Greenery wasn’t supposed to be gray. They'd had enough of that back in Massachusetts.

“Now, then, rather than improvising weaponry today, you’ll be improvising shields and barricades. Things to keep yourself safe and unshot. But that doesn’t mean you can skimp out of protection, so eyewear before guns. And that’s an order.”

Reno hefted his gun, pointed it at a tree, and fired it off. Anyone who was surprised that it left a bright red smear across the trunk clearly didn't know anything about Reno at all.

"Pick your favorite color ammo, fan out across the park, an' then go at it, Rookies. This is your final, make it count."

Comments

Sign in (Week 7)

[steel-not-glass.livejournal.com]

Colorfully

Re: Sign in (Week 7)

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

Kenzi

Re: Sign in (Week 7)

[godofxbox]

Alex Aaron

Listen to the Lecture, Grab Your Gear

[steel-not-glass.livejournal.com]

Your teachers are serious about the 'no head-shots, no civilians.'

Re: Listen to the Lecture, Grab Your Gear

[godofxbox]

The rules seemed fair enough, Alex thought. The goggles were annoying but, whatever, he'd wear them.

Re: Listen to the Lecture, Grab Your Gear

[harpy-daughter.livejournal.com]

...did 'Death Cat From Above' count as a head-shot? Surreal was going to sulk.

Re: Listen to the Lecture, Grab Your Gear

[batwaffles.livejournal.com]

Um, excuse Stephanie while she got way too excited about this. Paintball sounded like a lot of fun.

Yes, there was fistpumping. What of it? See above re: fun!

Warm Up

[steel-not-glass.livejournal.com]

Because not everyone is used to guns, Reno and Cindy have graciously allowed the first 15 minutes of class to be used for practice. Figure out how your gun works, practice at a few of the targets pinned to the trees, chat with people about how awesome awesome your teachers are.

Re: Warm Up

[godofxbox]

Alex stripped his paintball gun, inspected it, and put it back together. It took him about a minute and a half, and that was just because of the 'inspected it,' part. He was grinning like a loon as he practiced his marksmanship on the poor innocent trees.

Re: Warm Up

[withasword.livejournal.com]

Kate was an awful, awful shot, no matter how hard she concentrated. Her shots consistently missed by about a foot either side of her targets. Guns and Kate? Did not mix.

Muttered curses were coming from her direction, rather than chatter about teacher awesome.

Re: Warm Up

[harpy-daughter.livejournal.com]

While everyone else was warming up, Surreal slipped away, headed for the trees. They could practice all they wanted; she was going for the advantage of the terrain.

Re: Warm Up

[batwaffles.livejournal.com]

Stephanie was a pretty decent shot with a grapple gun, but that was a situation where she had broad targets to aim at and a completely different objective in shooting at them; she made the most of her warmup time, the tip of her tongue poking out of the corner of her mouth as she tried to recall everything Tim and Bruce had taught her about how these things worked.

Headshots weren't going to be a concern for her, given how, um, generous her aim proved to be.

Paintball Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight!

[steel-not-glass.livejournal.com]

Have at, yoto! Person with the fewest paint-spatters wins!

Okay, there's no prize. But you totally get bragging rights.

[Ping around, make threads messy. WITH PAINTBALL]

Re: Paintball Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight!

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

SHOOTY TIMES YAY!

>> *SPLAT* <<

Re: Paintball Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight!

[godofxbox]

Alex immediately ran to take cover behind one of the creepy grey trees, then popped out to fire at someone.

Re: Paintball Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight!

[withasword.livejournal.com]

Kate was a sucky shot, but she could at least dodge and hide. Hiding was very effective.

"You missed," she called out from her safe spot behind some grey shrubbery. "Too bad!"

Re: Paintball Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight!

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

Stalk stalk stalk stalk shoot!

Re: Paintball Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight!

[batwaffles.livejournal.com]

Surprise, surprise -- Stephanie had loaded her paintball gun with purple paint. Unfortunately, it was a much bulkier piece of equipment than she was used to toting around, and climbing trees didn't look like it would be too feasible today.

Trying to lurk behind the trunks of the larger ones, on the other hand -- sound strategy! Totally! Also, she had lots of practice hiding behind things while getting shot at.

Too bad she couldn't get away with paint Batarangs for multiple reasons; she might have a better chance with those. As it was, popping out from behind a tree trunk to squeeze off a few shots here and there at classmates did her bad aim no favors whatsoever. The shrubbery, on the other hand, was arguably a lot better off for the pretty eggplant-colored splotches, so there.

Re: Paintball Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight!

[harpy-daughter.livejournal.com]

Since Surreal had already made her attempts on the teachers, she decided it was time to put some fear into her classmates.

When she spotted Stephanie - and her horrible aim - Surreal figured she had an easy target. She seemed to be entrenched behind the one large tree. Surreal took a zig-zagging route from branch to branch until she was directly above her, and waited for her moment.

Talk to Your Teachers

[steel-not-glass.livejournal.com]

Your teachers are free game. Just remember, if you shoot them, they'll shoot you back. Odds are? They're better shots.

Re: Talk to Your Teachers

[steel-not-glass.livejournal.com]

Cindy was here, though partway through class, she was going to disappear into a tree to snipe at Reno anyone who wasn't participating.

Re: Talk to Your Teachers

[harpy-daughter.livejournal.com]

Of course the teacher would be a better shot; Surreal had never seen a gun in her life before coming here. But hunting prey?

On four legs or two, Surreal felt she had the advantage there as she silently moved from branch to branch in tracking her teacher.

Re: Talk to Your Teachers

[raspberryturk]

Reno? Also here. Also vanishing for convenient snipings at Cindy unsuspecting students.

It was just the way that Turks worked, yo.

OOC

[steel-not-glass.livejournal.com]

Laaaaaaaaaast Class!

Filled with sadness!

Re: OOC

[kestrelswolf.livejournal.com]

A thought: wouldn't gray greenery be... grayery? :D