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G F F N R: Match 2

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Rules:
1: All arena rules apply; brush up on them if you're feeling unfamiliar.

2: Up to two NPCs allowed, if you wish.

3: Death is a fun and integral part of the game. Once a player concedes defeat, they relinquish control of their character, and the victorious player is allowed a final, fatal move for some last-ditch cool points. Don't worry if your character dies, though- you're free to use them in the next match. In a world where gunfights happen for no reason, death is not permanent.

4: A thread is considered "abandoned" after two (2) days, unless notice is given beforehand. This may not seem like much time, but with players lined up and waiting for some action, threads need to move quickly.

Setting:
Welcome to the first match of Division 2, folks!

Today, our GFFNR takes place in a three-story apartment building, starting out in a single apartment. There's not much space here for running or hiding, so action should be fierce right off the bat. The living room is the main area, with an open kitchen connected, separated by a waist-height counter. A fire escape can be accessed by bailing out the window, and an the opposite side of the apartment in the kitchen is the entrance. There's two bedrooms and a bathroom, attached to the living room by a short hallway.

Whoever lives in the apartment just happens to be a paranoid schizo, and there's guns knives, and improvisationals of all sorts just lying around all over the place. A MAC-11 here, a SKS there. No shortage of opportunities here.

Other apartments can be accessed from the hallway, but all of their floorplans are the same. There is scarce cover in the hallway, but if you're feeling claustrophobic in the close quarters, it might be a nice place to stretch your legs.

Better act quick when slugs take flight in this compact area!

For no reason.

Characters:
76 as Casey.
Candi as Kairey.

Blackfire is judging.

Go! Either player is now welcome to start the fight with an IC post, and you've got two days to do it.

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One man's terrorist is another man's freedom fighter.

Kairey strolled into the three story apartment building on the corner of 8th ave and 42nd street at around twelve noon.

Her hair was tied neatly into a bun and held in place by a pair of steel and viciously pointed chopsticks. Her white blouse was buttoned up halfway allowing her cleavage, which was augmented by her push up bra, access to the open air. Holding up her short black kilt was a piece of steel chain. She wore a pair of studded black leather gloves and wrapped around her right fist was a string of barbed wire. Tucked away beneath her short kilt in holsters strapped to her upper thighs was six throwing knives. To finish her outfit, she carried a .44 Remmington Magnum. The gun hung awkwardly and heavily at her side, and in it's chamber was a single bullet.

At noon on the corner of 8th and 42nd Kairey Watson strolled into an apartment building with the intention of starting a fight, for no reason.

Standing in the hallway outside of room 1D was a drunk. He wasn't really standing, more accurately he was leaning haphazardly against the wall. Kairey hated drunks, her father was a drunk. She raised the magnum, planted her feet firmly beneath her shoulders, clasped the handle of the gun with both hands - mindful of the barbed wire - and she grinned.

The drunk's eyes rolled in his head, he raised his bottle to his lips and out of the corner of his eye saw the glint of the silver barrel. His mouth opened and before a sound could emerge a loud crack filled the hallway. The .44 caliber bullet whistled through the air and the back of the drunks throat. His body collapsed in a heap and the wall near where he stood was now no longer the typical off-white but instead the lovely red hue of fresh blood.

The recoil from the weapon had knocked Kairey to her ass. She clambered to her feet, fixed her bra, and turned her attention to the door beside her - a brass 1B was nailed to the middle of the door. Holding the gun by the barrel - it was a better bludgeon in this manner - she reached out with her barbed hand and tried the doorknob. It was unexpectedly unlocked and the door swung open, revealing the room beyond.

Kairey suddenly felt that the entire building was distinctively lacking in the colour red and aimed to redecorate at the expense of the inhabitants.

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Judgement; Candi post 1

+1 for playing a badass broad.
+1 for mentioning the lack of reason for the violence to ensue.
+2 for bringing barb wire as a potential ruthlessly gruesome weapon.
+2 for using a large caliber revolver as a female character.
+4 for slaughtering the first person you saw.
+1 for the imagery involved in the fixing of Kairey's bra.

Total: +11 cool points.


Additional Comments
Not much else to comment on here, since it's just an introductory post. But I like where this is going.

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One man's terrorist is another man's freedom fighter.

"Goddamn, is it high up here" commented Jeff, as he watched a crumb from the olding concrete ledge drift to the ground, three stories below. "Just fucking stay still 'til we get this shit counted, 'kay muthafucker?" A dark-skinned individual requested, politely jabbing a barretta 92 in Jeff's shoulder. Jeff appreciated a great deal the amount of balanced he lost from the courteous shove, but kept his thanks in fear of the gentleman's kindness.

Three fellows stood huddled around a briefcase that sat upon a rickety fold-up table, withered green sheets of currency crumbling between their fingers as they whooped and hollered their victory's bounty. Jeff couldn't help but wonder if they'd allow him to live once they'd taken the payment. Though surprisingly his craving for the blow he had intended on purchasing was diminishing with the thought of death by great fall. Finally the briefcase shut, followed by the clicks of the latches being put back into place.

"So...No blow, then?" Jeff inquired. "I told you ta' shut the fuck up!" Gangster wannabe prodded at Jeff again, though his intentions of throwing Jeff off balance would backfire with Jeff ducking to the side, allowing the arm to pass under his own. Quickly slamming his elbow down and snapping the elbow to fold in it's opposite-than-usual manner, Jeff whirled the guy around and allowed him to stumble over the edge of the roof.
The three standing around the table jerked around, snatching their weapons from each of their respective trousers. Jeff was tempted for a moment to lie and say that his captor had gone for coffee, but this was made improbable to work by the sound of the body hitting the ground with the man's final grunt echoing through the ally-way.

Jeff wasn't ten feet from the three of them and somehow he felt confident that he could make it to them before they could get a hit off. Throwing caution to the wind, Jeff jumped and rolled to the side, allowing himself to go toward's the three of them, he came back up to his feet without losing momentum. Slamming his right fist into the first goon's left cheek, Jeff allowed the punch to soar freely and jerk his upper torso down just intime to miss the next guy in line's counter-punch. Jeff came up with his left fist and broke the guy's jaw, allowing him to crumble backwards. The third slung his gun-hand up but Jeff twisted his torso and wrapped an arm around the equipped limb. Jeff managed to slip his opposite hand up to the trigger, making quick work of wasting off all the remaining rounds. The first of the three recovered from Jeff's strike and tackled the two of them, causing them to stumble over toward's the roof's edge.

Jeff was quickly caught in a sandwich between them as the first guy hugged him while the other shoved the three of them over the ledge. The last man to go over clutched the ledge, Jeff's new best friend let him go to snatch onto his partner's leg while Jeff nabbed his leg. Though Jeff didn't get too tight a grip and was whirled through the air, flipping a full revolution before crashing through the window of a neighboring second story apartment. Jeff lie motionless for a moment before realizing that he wasn't dead. Jeff pulled himself up to a sitting position, his legs spread out weirdly and looked at the couple who were enjoying a romantic evening. "Kept 'specting my skin to go cold!" he chuckled a bit and raised his hand up, revealing that he had snatched a gun on his way down. "He won't be needing it.." Jeff laughed out loud as he waved the gun wearily at the two african gentlemen, firing a shot or two at their knuckles and watching them fall.

Jeff got up and hobbled over to the fire-escape, dropping down to the ground as he heard a gunshot. He ran around to the entrance and found an old drunk dead in the floor just across from some psycho bitch with a shotgun. She was just entering the room across from her first victim when he entered the hallway.

"Just what the fuck are you doing, you psycho mother-fucker!" Jeff raised his weapon and popped off the remaining three or four shots it had left, quickly ducking back around the door.

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Judgement; 76 post 1

+1 for playing a cokehead. We don't see many of those.
+2 for committing a drug-related felony in the first post.
+1 for blowing out an elbow.
+1 for charging armed (albeit NPC) opponents balls out, then emptying a clip while your enemy was still hanging on to it.
+1 for barging in on a couple making the love.
+1 for finishing the gangsters off by blasting their knuckles and letting them fall to their death, rather than just shooting them.
-1 for being shocked/surprised and/or angry because of Kairey's actions after having just murdered three guys over a cocaine deal gone bad.
-2 for not doing your homework on the .44 mag; it's a a round used most often in revolvers, or could also be a magazine-fed handgun or even a rifle, but not a shotgun. I assumed Candi had chosen the revolver, because that's usually what ".44 Magnum" implies.

Total: +4 cool points.

Additional Comments
Quite a bit of action in the intro. Almost too much action because the length and plot of the intro kind of takes the senselessness out of the violence. I'm not going to take any points away for that, but you ought to know better than to bring a reason to one of my gunfights in the future. I was kind of stingy with the points for that reason.

Too much thinking, not enough shooting at the big-ass-revolver brandishing lady!

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One man's terrorist is another man's freedom fighter.

Just as she was about to begin her invasion of the apartment a male voice echoed down the hallway, "Just what the fuck are you doing, you psycho mother-fucker!" Kairey smiled, flattered by his kind words, and ducked into the room. Three shots pelted the door frame, narrowly missing her.

The apartment looked like a hurricane made of sharp pointy things and guns had blown through leaving in its wake an armory of enough tools to assassinate a small town. Sitting in cross-legged his underwear with his back to Kairey was a bent looking scrawny man with tussled brown hair who seemed to be stroking a shotgun.

Wasting no time she rushed up behind him, raised her Magnum over her head and clubbed him with the weapons handle. There was a distinctive thunk and a subtle crack that can only be attributed to a breaking skull. The man still remained upright and in his surprise at being assaulted from behind, turned his head to get a look at his attacker while feebly trying to back away. His eyes landed on her breasts and her revolver landed between his eyes, lodging itself into his skull. She abandoned her weapon in the man's head, clear brain fluid mixed with blood was oozing from the wound, and she collected what turned out to be a Remington 1100 semi-automatic pump shotgun, then turned her attention to the doorway.

The nice man who had tried to win her heart with flattering word play and a few bullets would, with any luck, be making his way into the apartment on her heels. She wanted to greet him with the same love and affection that she appreciated in a man, and a few hundred shotgun pellets ought to do the trick. Training the shotgun on the door, she stood squarely in the middle of the room, the corpse of the psychotic-paranoid-dead apartment owner oozed cerebral fluid on the floor just behind her.

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Judgement; Candi post 2

+4 for sinking and leaving the magnum in the guys head. I oughta be writing a song about that. You must have been listening to the playlist, huh?
+1 for describing getting cussed out and shot at as love an affection.
-1 for not attacking 76.

Total: +4 cool points, 15 overall.


Additional Comments
I really liked how you stuck the .44 in the guys head like an axe. Would have gotten the full ten if it had been the end of the match execution. That's just sick. The mental imagery involved in that belongs on rotten.com. Absolutely brutal.

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One man's terrorist is another man's freedom fighter.

Casey came back around the door and pulled the trigger several times, finding that his gun was really empty -though he had hoped strongly that he'd go without being weaponless against this bitch. He crouched down and listened for a moment, to see what she was up to -nothing. Standing back up and making his way down the hall inch-by-inch, Casey was just about to look around the door frame when he heard a horrible cracking sound. It was then he was motivated to stumble back over himself towards the entrance he had come from.

By the time he'd gotten back outside, Casey looked up to see dozens of lights assorted from red to blue dancing all over the street. "The fuzz. Perfect." Casey took a couple of steps forward, trotting almost gleefully toward's a unit that came slamming into the lot. "Hello, gentlemen!" Casey shouted, getting to the door of the car just in time to slam his right fist into the officer's face through the window. Casey quickly opened the door and snatched pair of cuffs from the guy's belt. He pulled the guy's arm through the window and folded it up to the guy's shoulder around the open door's window, cuffing his wrist to his shoulder. Jerking a glock from the guy's holster. The cop's partner tried to reach for his holster but Casey quickly snatched the gear-shift, sending the car into reverse. Stomping the pedal.

Knocked to the cement by the door as the car jerked backwards out onto the street, Casey felt fortunate that he wasn't the man in the car. Another oncoming Police car was caught by surprise and exploded on impact. Casey rolled over far enough to escape the blast, looking up in time to see a third car on approach. Quickly scrambling to his feet Casey made for the apartment. The policemen in the vehicle saw him and averted their course away from the debris. Casey chuckled a little at the simplicity of his next move. "Problem.." Casey slung up his arm and spray a few shots into driver's chest. Watching as the passenger panicked for the steering wheel and inevitably crashing into the building.

Jumping and being ramped over the top of the vehicle, Casey whirled a few times and slammed into the concrete. "...solved" he exclaimed before looking up at the car that was now wedged into the building.
If his plan had worked, the car had broken straight through the front wall and into apartment 1B. If not, all his effort was wasted.

Casey pushed himself off of the ground, taking note of his shoulder which was now locked up and unable to move, and the huge gash in his knee. Limping to the side of the impact, Casey peered through the wall and into the building. "Hello!...Anybody home??!!" Casey jabbed his hand into a gap between the outside of the car and the wall, blasting every which-way with his glock. Another glock lay in wait for him inside the car amongst the dead cops if he were to run out of ammo, so he could waste all the ammo he wanted from this one.

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Kairey stood there, ready to fill the doorway with pellets. Boredom quickly crept up on her. She lowered the weapon and strode towards the hallway, stepping carelessly out into the open she looked both ways down the hall and saw a figure exiting through the door at the end.

"Fucker's a coward." She shouted at the fleeing figure as she marched towards the entrance he had used incorrectly as an exit.

As she stepped through the doorway into the afternoon sunlight she found her face not basked in the plain yellow warmth but also in the flashing red and blue hues that guaranteed two simple facts: more weapons and walking soon-to-be-corpses with bullet proof vests.

She saw her intended target walking up to an approaching vehicle and watched bemusedly as he proceeded to kick the shit out of the cops within and use the car - albeit clumsily - as a weapon against another approaching vehicle. At this point she felt he was at the very least worth playing with, after all he was a coward and alive, two problems he shared with the majority of the human race.

As she took her first step from the building and into the parking lot he was in the process of turning a police car into a battering ram - with a good deal of success. The car sailed through the wall of the building and the front fender, Kairey approximated, was now located where her kneecaps had been less than five minutes ago. The coward, who seemed to only be afraid of women, ducked behind the car and began to fire shots into the already lifeless apartment.

There was a steel box separating Kairey from her next kill.

She strode towards him, hoisted up the shotgun. Six paces away she stopped, gripped the shotgun firmly with both hands and let loose a barrage of pellets against the side of the squad car. Chances were nothing would pierce both walls, but it wasn't about killing him - it was about getting his fucking attention.

"Get your pussy ass out here and fight me you fucking coward!" She yelled between blasts while she pumped the shotgun.

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Judgement; 76 post 2

-2 for not nutting up and entering the aparment gung-ho.
+1 for punching a cop in the face.
+1 for cuffing him, then making him wreck his own car.
+1 for the completely unrealistic but nonetheless awesome exploding cop car.
+4 for attacking Candi with a fucking car, then spraying randomly into the hole in the side of the building.
-1 for taking damage before even engaging your opponent directly.

Total: +4 cool points, 8 overall.

Additional Comments
I'm having a lot of trouble deciding whether I should deduct points for pussing out and heading outside of the building, or adding points for the awesome fact that you attacked her with a fucking car. 'Cause that was pretty cool. Guess I'll pick both.

I can't decide if I love or hate the one-liners, either, so I can't bring myself to add or deduct points for them.


Judgement; Candi post 3

+2 for talking some serious shit.
+1 for mentioning getting bored waiting.
+2 for actively pursuing your opponent.
+1 for dumping gauge shells into the squad car, regardless of whether or not it was going to bite your target.

Total: +6 cool points, 21 overall.


Additional Comments
Yeah! That's what I like to see. Shit talking, shotgun-toting murder factories hellbent on killing somebody.

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One man's terrorist is another man's freedom fighter.