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G F F N R: Division 2, Match 4

OOC

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:
Combatant Candi come back for another round versus Cannibal Ox in Division 2, Match 4. This time around, we're duking it out in a school after hours. Don't trip, though- this is the school of GFFNR... you never know what you're going to find in these kid's lockers. Shanks, handguns, maybe even a shotgun if your lucky. Oh, and there's a M60 in the principle's office.

After all, you've got to have some sort of method by which to make those unruly kids behave.

For no reason.

Characters:
Cannibal Ox as Jimmy.
Candi as Kairey.

? 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.

"Dude, c'mon just gimme a hit." A group of three kids were hanging around the back of their high school, doing what high school delinquents do best - drugs. As well as preparing a few pipe bombs to blow out the cafeteria in an effort to stop school from coming tomorrow.

As they connected the last few wires and started arguing about how to bust into the school the parking lot was filled with the high pitched whine of a racing motorcycle. One of the kids peered around the building and caught sight of someone on a black crotch rocket screaming onto the property. They ignored the bystander and went back to their work,

"Excuse me, but what do you kids think you're doing." A man in a blue uniform was standing behind them, his flashlight trained on the pipe bomb at their feet, "I think you've got some explaining to do."

The sound of the motorcycle had stopped and they could hear the engine being revved, then kicking into gear and a gunshot. A single bullet struck the police officer between the eyes, killing him and shattering his aviator sunglasses in the process. The motorcycle was charging the kids now, the rider controlling the bike with one hand and a pistol gripped in the other.

The bike screetched to a side sliding halt a mere few feet from the stunned kids. The rider, who they saw to be a gorgeous woman with shot cut black hair in tight black leather, dismounted her bike and walked over to the kids. She glanced down at the pipe bomb, a grin crossed her face and she picked up the explosive.

"You have ten seconds." Returning to her bike, she stored the bomb in the back compartment - which was crammed full of weaponry - spun the bike around and raced back into the parking lot. The stunned kids just stood there, stunned.

Three more gun shots rang out and the kids dropped, "Time's up." The bike screamed again and the woman drove it over the sloped planter and, crouching low on the bike to minimize her profile, through the window into the principals office. Once inside she stopped the bike, dismounted and collected the pipe bomb. From the compartment she also gathered her twin Baby Eagle's and placed them on her hips in their holsters as well as the six extra clips and she stored in an easy loading belt along her lower back. Wrapped around the inside of her thighs were six throwing knives.

She placed the explosive in a small backpack that was discarded on the floor of the office, and her eyes fell on the M60. Location noted. On her way out of the office she stopped by the motorcycle and - her hands being free of the pipe bomb - collected the .44 Colt Magnum from the storage compartment.

She kicked down the door leading into the principals office and stepped out into the hallway - her target was really anywhere she felt suited to an explosion.. The boiler room came to mind.

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It had been seven hours since Jimmy Ray Winchester had been released from jail. He had already violated parole 32 times. 2 of those times were probably the only ones that mattered to him; when he tried to purchase a shotgun and pistol from a gun store. That failed. The other 30 violations occured when he robbed the gun store and shot seven people dead.

Shit happened.

He had managed to escape the so-called "containment ring" the police had set up and now found himself sprinting along a suburban street, shotgun in hand, pistol stuffed in his pants, and his shirt in tatters. Such was the life of Jimmy Ray Winchester, on the run from the law. And on the look out for the next target. He realised he had just broke another parole rule; he was within 150 yards of a school. 33.

The doors appeared to be closed and possibly locked, but it was nothing a size 12 lockpick couldn't handle. Taking a step back, Jimmy broke through the doors and stepped inside, closing them behind him. It was then that he heard the revving of a motorbike. And gunshots. And the revving of a motorbike again. And then the sound of the window coming down.

There was silence for a few seconds. Then, calm as ever, a beautiful girl stepped into the hallway. Not usually the one for girls, or beauty, or living things in general, Jimmy took the next rational step. He raised his shotgun and let off a blast in her general direction, hoping to up his kill count to 8 for today. Jimmy wasn't sure of the legal definition, but personally it didn't count as a spree for him unless he got to 10. This was just a step in the right direction. Not really having anything full of bravado to say, he just cycled the shotgun angrily and aimed readied another salvo.

Look both ways before you cross the street, so you don't get hit by a car.

Ok, that would have been the thought in Kairey's head had she been born to normal parents. But instead, as she stepped out of the principal's office she thought to herself, Look both ways before you enter a hallway, lest you get filled with pellets from a shotgun wielding ass hole.. Her mother and father had an interesting relationship to say the least.

As it were, Kairey had in fact looked both ways before marching carelessly to the boiler room on her quest of school detonation. There she, not unexpectedly (parent's advice comes in handy at least once in your life, she had yet to make good use of that tidbit of wisdom), saw a shadow of a man holding a shotgun. She was staring down the barrel of the beast within moments - at which point reflexes kicked in.

Kairey aimed her magnum at the man as she stepped into the hallway, taking no more than a second to line up his chest before pulling the trigger. The sound of the guns blast temporarily deafened Kairey, and the recoil of the massive pistol sent her flying a few feet back and to the ground -saving her from most of the shotgun pullets that filled the hallway. A few stray bits of lead did, however, find her cheek and chest. The pellet that struck her face sunk into her cheek and immediately started oozing blood, while the ones that hit her chest didn't do more then bruise her and shred the leather jacket she was wearing.

As she hit the ground she brought her other hand up to get a firm grip on the pistol and started blasting at the man with the other five rounds. Each shot sliding her down the freshly waxed floor and finally, on the momentum generated by the final blast - through the swinging cafeteria doors and into a much less confined more workable space.

Once inside she clambered to her feet, stowed the empty magnum in her belt and took a moment to peel the lead pellet out of her cheek. Letting the shard of metal fall to the floor, and ignoring the blood dripping from her now damage face, she collected both of her two Baby Eagle's that hung in the specially designed holsters at her hips. She stood off to the left of the door and trained her pistols on it, then sent three rounds through the plastic barrier and down the hallway. The moment she caught sight of his ugly face she would unload both clips on him.

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I'm calling time on this one. Candi wins. I'll judge it later, but you're welcome to your execution post.

EDIT: I guess Max is going to judge it.

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

Kairey counted to two. Boredom onset quickly and she abandoned her post, pushing - guns first - through the swinging door and back into the main hallway. Sure enough he was still standing there, or sort of standing there. Her onslaught of bullets had done quite a number to the man. He was leaning against the wall, propping himself up with the shotgun.

Sometimes life gives you lemons, most of the time it gives you pussies with shotguns. Kairey had hoped this fucker would have actually entertained her for more than a few seconds, as it were he just took the bullets and started dying. His deep, deliberate breaths informed her that the fun wasn't gone from him yet and there was still a bit of life she could squeeze out for entertainment.

Placing one of the Eagles back in its holster she aimed the gun at him as she strode down the hallway. He picked up his head, half of his cheek was missing and blood was gushing from the wound in a dark red torrent. He grunted and tried to pick up the shotgun to blast her again.

Kairey shook her head and grinned, "Bitch, please." She pulled the pistols trigger and the bullet cut through the air and embedded itself into the upper thigh of the leg he was using for support. He collapsed in a heap on the ground, she was now standing over him. He tried to swing a punch at her when she was within range but another bullet sunk into his balled up fist, taking with it his middle and index fingers.

Kairey kneed him in the face for good measure, shattering the rest of his jaw and nose and coating her leather pants in the blood that was caked onto his face. She bent down and took the shotgun from him and checked it for shells - there was one left. She grabbed a handful of his hair and dragged him along the hallway towards the cafeteria, shotgun resting on her shoulder as she went.

Once in the open room she released him in the middle of the floor and looked back to see if he was still alive. His chest was heaving up and down, he was gurgling and sputtering blood all over the place. Short half a face, two fingers and bleeding from several bullet wounds on his body he was close to the end. She leaned the shotgun up against the table beside her and opened the pack containing the bomb.

It was a small affair, but it would do. She connected the necessary wires and the was satisfied when the timing device bleeped once informing her that the explosive was armed and ready to go. She collected the shotgun in her right hand, holding the bomb in her left, and stood over her foe. She placed the barrel of the gun against his crotch, his eyes went wide - funny how men are protective of their tools even when they will die in a few moments anyway.

"You want to fight like a pussy, you can die with a pussy." And she pulled the trigger, blasting his crotch to untraceable bits. A good portion of the tiled floor beneath him was also missing. Bending over she jammed the explosive in the newly created alcove and dropped the empty shotgun onto his blood spattered chest, "How's it feel to be fucked."

And Kairey turned on her heel and casually walked to the office she had first entered through. It was then that she noticed the M60 just sitting there on the principals desk. She couldn't let the gun go to waste. As she mounted and revved her bike to life she collected the machine gun in her left hand and drove out of the office and down the hallway, bursting through the front doors of the school and out into the parking lot.

She found herself holding onto an M60 looking into the headlights of a patrol car, the red and blue lights blinking intermittently. She accelerated directly at it, raising the gun and resting it on the bikes handlebars for support. Squeezing the trigger she fired a stream of bullets that found a new home in the drivers forehead.

Hauling back on the handle bars she did a wheelie as she came up to the cop car, which was still rolling towards her, and used the vehicle as a ramp to launch herself over the sidewalk and onto the main street. As she soared into the air there was a loud explosive blast form the school when the pipe bomb detonated, if there wasn't an explosion it wasn't Kairey's doing.

Sh hit the road cleanly and accelerated into the night, leaving in her wake the burnt out shell of the high school.

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Right, let's get this over with quickly.

First:
Pretty poor on details, and there's some teleportin' going on - and not the good kind. In addition, you killed four people and still failed to make anything interesting out of the post. I can't stand for this. -4 points for the whole ordeal.


Second:
You've a decent build-up with the parole violations, and a nice finish the 'school' comment. +3. I hope the "size 12 lockpick" is a twelve-gauge joke, or some other gun-related American funny that I've never heard before. If it is, that's another 2½ points. The last paragraph had some minor nice details that I can't be bothered to count, so I'll give it another +½ point.


Third:
Nothing... nothing... nothing... noth- hey! You fell over? That's just not gangsta! No matter how I twist and turn the notion of a bleeding chick sliding through the corridors by the force of her pistol, it just doesn't get bad ass. No points.


Fourth and Final:
That's the second nastiest castration I've ever seen. I mean, you don't go blasting a guy's goods like that - you just don't. You don't! +2, though that bitchy attitude lowered your score a tad.

Sticking it up the man nets you another +2, but still, that bitchy, militant feminist attitude is like a really sharp stick in my eye. It takes all of my self-restraint to give you any points at all. Still, I'm nothing if not professional. And gorgeous.

Picking up the M60 is sort of a base requirement.+1 point for that, and that about wraps it up. Your motorbike stunt was tame.


Sum & Bonuses:

Cannibal Ox: You got 6 points for your post. Candi was right about one thing, though: you a bitch. You're getting a -4 point deduction for dropping out after your first post. Seriously, man - bad form.

Candi: Summing it up, you got yourself 3 points in total.

Results: Candi is our winner, by one single point over Cannibal's 2.

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