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G F F N R: Division 2, Match 5

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:
Taking a suggestion from Deja Vu, D2M5's setting will be a brothel. There's multiple stories, lots of opportunities for weaponry ranging from lethal to fucking gross, and nastiness happening everywhere. What better place for a gunfight to break out? I'm thinking of the basic floor plan of the brothel in Shoot 'Em Up, but if you're not familiar with the film, roll with it.

Or better yet, go see it, you loser.

For no reason.

Characters:
Candi as Kairey.
Solitaaria as Chron.

? 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 up the downtown side street side street looking for her ride. Today she wore a new black lace corset with pink accents and a pair of tight black leather pants on top of which the set of throwing knives she usually carried were strapped to her thighs. Somewhere three blocks behind her there was the smoking shell of a Capital Bank - its vaults were cracked and money was floating down from the sky like gold rain. She'd come down there to bust up a bank - which she had done - and had been hoping for a quick escape only to find some motherfucker had stolen her motorcycle during the job.

As she rounded the corner her eyes fell on the bike, sitting in the parking lot of a goddamned brothel. She narrowed her eyes, just a bunch of fucking sick pigs. Walking up to her ride she found it unscratched except for the shitty ass job he had done hijacking it, wires hung loose over the dash - she'd need a new bike.

Opening the storage compartment she found her munitions stash untouched - good fucking thing. She collected a fresh bundle of clips for the dual Baby Eagles that hung on her hips, strapping the belt around her waist. It held six additional cartridges angled downwards for hands-free reloading. Over the past week she had become very fond of the utility of the set up. She also grabbed another belt that held a pair of fragmentation grenades. Lastly she reached into a side compartment on the motorcycle that had been disguised as some flashy bit of body work and collected a sawed off shotgun and a handful of extra shells.

Turned on her heel she walked casually up to the front door of the brothel, and kicked the wooden barrier inwards, snapping it off its hinges. Leveling the shotgun with the bouncer at the door she smiled and drove him twenty feet back with a point blank blast to the middle of his chest. Blood and guts splattered the walls, and the brothel carried on its normal business.

Kairey took a moment to reload the gun, straightened her black lace corset and set her eyes on the first half-clothed bitch who walked across her vision. Taking two quick steps she was at the woman's back, who had stopped to collect something off a table. Placing the shotgun against the womans spine she pulled the trigger, the recoil of the blast knocking Kirey back a few paces and the blast itself disintegrated the middle of the woman's body and forced her through the thin wooden wall she was facing. Kairey fucking hated brothels, about as much as she fucking hated everything. This place was going up in flames.

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Chron would have never stopped for a police car, but today she was feeling playful. That and they had impeded her progress in following a second motorcycle, not quite like her own, leave a destruction site. She had to correct their rudeness before continuing.

She got off the bike and grinned at the officer. She was a fairly masculine figure, except for the glaringly obvious piece of cleavage hanging off of her chest, only accentuated by a scanty leather tube top, cut on the bottom and top to make the shape of a sideways hourglass. The jeans she wore exposed her hipbones and flared out over black pumps, and her hair was short in the black but with long bangs, black highlighted red. "I need ta be somewhere, ya know." she announced, and before the officer could respond, she lifted up her leg, and shoved the heel through his left eye. There were two cracks, blood gushing from the wound, a fountain of wine. She leaned in closer to the foaming officer. "Did'ja say something?"

She removed her shoe with a squelching noise, and then noticed what the second crack was. "You broke my shoe!" she screeched at the limp figure, and prompty pulled off the second and slammed it through his ear.

The officer's partner got his act together and came out with a gun, but she smacked it out of his trembling hands with metal-tipped gloves, and head-butted him over the hood of the vehicle. Chron suddenly remembered the other motorcycle, and tried to hurry to her own. The broken heel moved awkwardly, so she ran back to the bleeding corpse and caressed his face, trying to glue the heel back on with the sticky substance falling from his eye socket. It didn't work well, so she took the oficers boots, instead. "Aight, honey, don' worry, I'll come back for you, I won't be gone long, just wait here, okay? Just wait for me right here..." She abandoned the shoe and got on her motorcycle, racing in the direction the other had went, and cussing at passing traffic. The fucking morons might learn how to drive in the next YEAR. She swirved around a truck. "FUCK YOU!" she yelled at it. Driving in the wrong direction, too. Damn, a beer sounded so nice.

It was moments later that she saw the motorcycle abandoned, and swirved, the bike scraping the ground in a shower of sparks, and her gloves clawing at the pavement with a harsh screech. She had to get this person's attention. They would be good friends. Good friends play with each other, more than the smelly officer could say. She gripped the bike with her legs, her hands firmly planted in the heated pavement, and flung the bike around her and into the entrance with a terrific crash. Glass fell all around her like confetti, complimenting her efforts, or rain on a sunny day. "Anyone home?!" she yelled into the wreckage, jumping onto the pile of rubble standing in the doorway. She pulled out a 44 Magnum Taurus out of its holster around her shin.

Well, two girls fighting I have to judge this one...

Candi 1- I really like how Kairey always has those throwing knives, so you get a +1 for consistancy. I also like the locale, took the brothel and made it come to life so +1. The best part of it was cutting the whore in half with a shotgun blast, that is just plain badass so you get +5 for that. The only thing I didn't like was robbing the bank, just seems too ordinary. -1.

+1 consistancy
+1 brothel
+5 cutting a whore in half with shotgun
-1 bank job
Total:6


Solitaaria 1- I consider it rude when police pull me over also! +1. Putting your heel through anyone's eye would get you a point, but you did it to a cop so you would get two, you then blamed HIM for breaking the heel and put the otherone inside of him, that's awesome so you actually get +5. I understand road rage, +1. The Taurus is a great gun, I know because I've shot one, so you get +3 on weapon choice, However, Using your body to throw a motorcycle in a direction not influenced by momentum is a little...unrealistic so I hate to but -2. Also, no matter how you describe yourself, the "fairly mascuine" just isn't right for a woman. I'm sorry. -3.

+1 police rudeness
+5 killing someone with your shoes
+1 road rage
+3 Taurus
-2 throwing bike
-3 manly woman
Total:5

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Thanks to Genkai for the Sig

Kairey popped open the shotgun and pushed in the last of the spare shells she had brought with her. As she snapped the gun shut and started scanning for the next bitch to flay she heard the sound of metal scraping along asphalt and spun to look into the parkng lot through the open archway, just in time to see a figure on a motorcycle whip the thing around with its legs and pitch it into the brothel.

Kairey dove into the adjoining room, where some bastard was getting a job done, as the bike crashed through the entrance and took out the most of the front wall. The motorcycle carried on through the back wall of the front room like a hot knife through butter, crushing a couple who were getting busy in the next room.

Kairey flipped the shotgun around to hold by the barrel and swung it like a great two-handed axe into the back of the whores head. The impact of the gun on her head shattered her skull, killing her instantly. The impact of the whores face with the mans pelvis broke more than just his hip bones and he wailed in painful horror. Kairey followed through with the swing and brought the weapon down onto the side of the screaming man's head, silencing his wailing cries.

Holding the weapon as it was intended once again Kairey peered back into the main room as the motorcycle flinger appeared in the doorway. She was a manly woman wearing a corset, pair of heavy cops boost and she had a Magnum. Looked like it was play time to Kairey. The woman issued a challenge, Anyone home!?

Kairey stepped into the main room, levelling her shotgun with the woman and let loose the weapons last blast. They were no more than six feet apart, just enough to optimize the spread of the pellets. Kairey didn't wait to see what the woman did, but dropped the spent shotgun, armed herself with the dual Baby Eagles and started to unleash a hail of bullets in her foes direction while strafing for the stairs.

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Chron was delighted to see her new friend come to face her, and ducked to run as a spray of pellets came at her. She avoided the brunt of the attack, but felt a graze along her midsection. Damn boots. Stupid officer with big fucking feet, slowing her down. If he thought he was getting these back, he was wrong. Stupid, squishy-brained moron. She fired the Raging Bull, her arm jumping a few inches upwards from recoil with each shot, but she didn't care.

Chron slid into an empty room, reloading with animal speed, hyped up with adrenaline. This was great, she was finally getting a rush from something. She tore the ill-fitting boots off her feet, and jumped back up. She caught a glimpse of where her bike rested, crushing two formerly-busy people like bugs, squeezing their guts out their mouths, like toothpaste from its tube. This thought made her laugh. It was hysterical. But right now, she didn't have time for that.

Chron jumped back out, resuming her run, then swerving to close the distance, still firing. She turned the gun around, ready to bring it down on the other woman - her head, a shoulder, it didn't matter, she wanted to feel something shatter beneath her blow.

Candi 2 - I liked the motorcycle crushing the "busy" couple so I'll throw a point at ya. +1. Crushing the woman's head with the shotgun is badass, so +3. I like how you didn't wait to continue unleashing the babies at her, +1. The one thing I didn't like was the guy getting peaced while receiving a BJ. Not all penis mutilation is wrong, but violence while getting a BJ is sacred. -2.

+1 Bike crush
+3 Skull bashing
+1 non stop barrage
-2 Unnessecary roughness in the form of bj violence.
Total:9

Solitaaria post 2 - I like how Chron is energized by the fight and is getting excited by the action. +1. The description of the crushed couple is nice, I like the toothpaste bit. +1. Gotta give you points for wanting to get close and personal, the want for shattering something physicaly is nice. Your manly figure should help with that...(;P) +2.

+1 Excited by the violence
+1 toothpaste guts
+2 getting personal
Total:9

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Thanks to Genkai for the Sig

Her foe strafed away from the bulk of the shotgun blast, unloading on her with her Magnum. Because she was running and not paying close attention to where her bullets were going, the shots struck around Kairey - striking the banister, stairs and the wall behind her and creating a shower of wooden shrapnel around her. Kairey was halfway up the stairs by the time the woman ducked for cover.

Kairey took a moment to drop the clips out of her guns, and reload them. She then stored one back in its holster and grabbed one of the two frag grenades from the belt across her chest. As the woman emerged from the room Kairey started moving slowly down the stairs, again bullets destroying everything around her - one bit her right shoulder, taking a sizable chunk of flesh with it as it continued through the wall behind her.

Kairey flicked out the grenades pin and let go of the safety, which would ignited the fuse giving her approximately two seconds to get the fuck out of there. As the woman ran at her Kairey raised her Eagle and fired a few shots, which missed as she was unable to aim properly with the arm wound. The woman reached the stairs and ascended to Kairey's position, wielding her pistol like a hatchet and swinging for her head. Kairey vaulted over the banister to the floor below, tossing the hand grenade at the woman's feet while she fell.

Dropping into a quick roll and diving behind the remains of a steel desk that was partially destroyed by the flying motorcycle she waited for the blast, and would then emerge firing both pistols at whatever remained of her foe.

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Without even having processed what had been dropped by her feet, Chron kicked it back in the vague direction of her fleeing opponent and jumped back into the air, maneuvering her body into a back flip.

The grenade detonated, sending a gush of flame and hot air at her legs, then her back. For a moment, she allowed the flames to caress her exposed skin, but came back to herself as the force shoved her into the wall. She landed in a crouch before gravity took hold, and gripped it with her metal-tipped gloves. She left a deep claw mark in the wall a few feet long before letting go and touching the floor in a similar position, ready to pounce on the next unlucky bastard to move, breathing or not.

Chron's hair and clothing were singed by the blast, her back slightly burned, and a thin line of blood on her cheek from a piece of the stairwell flying to meet her. Splinters of wood fell slowly from the air around her, and for the first time in the fight she frowned. Pathetic! She had gone in close, hadn't even flinched at the bullets, trying to spice things up a little. But that?! Cowardice!

Chron would always be better with her body than with a machine. That's why she liked the flashy things - they didn't require aim and were made so the entire idiot populous could kill themselves with them. Even still, this annoyed her. If it continued, she would just have to end it and find someone else to play with. Too bad friends were all one-time use.

Fuck that. she thought, trying to bring back her interest. She was just trying to make it challenging, right? The pleased smile returned. Aight.

Chron took off again, a torrent of bullets sending a second pulse of adrenaline coursing through her, her favorite rush. She traced the path of the bullets and began moving in again, pulling her last ammunition out and reloading her gun as she ran. The explosion and the splinters of wood were tearing open her feet, but she was so high on her own excitement she couldn't even feel it.

Candi 3 - Well, honestly nothing too impressive here, half of the post is reloading and getting shot at. I was honestly disappointed at the running away. You did however, do so in style so I am giving you points for that. +2. I also like the smart use of the frag, in dropping it at her feet and letting her walk all over it.. +1

+2 nifty escape over the rail
+1 use of the frag
Total:12



Solitaaria 3 - I liked the description of the explosion and her reaction. The flames caressing and the falling splinters was nice. +2. I also like the injuries you are sustaining, both from the blast directly in the cuts and burns and also the splinters getting at your feet. +2.

+2 The explosion
+2 The injuries
Total: 13

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Thanks to Genkai for the Sig