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G F F N R: Division 2, Match 6

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:
Back and ready for more action; GFFNR Division 2 Match 6 will feature sixshot versus 007shadow2, and takes place at Burger King.

That's right, Burger King. We've all been to one, so you guys know the general layout. Don't forget that there's lots of cool stuff in the kitchen to burn/stab/bludgeon each other with.

For no reason.

Characters:
sixshot as Sylus.
007shadow2 as Niki.

? 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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"Learn like you're going to live forever; live like you're going to die tomorrow."

He was sitting in the corner, facing away from everyone when they entered. Three punks decided it would be a good idea to rob a Burger King while the Doc was enjoying his lunch. Sylus was just taking a bite of a double whopper with jalapenos when he heard the distinct sound of a shotgun, most definately a pump action.

In an attempt to sedate his excitement Sylus puts his double whopper with jalapenos gently down, intent on saving it for later, and raises his surgical mask to his face. A small band wraps around each ear, holding the white cloth-like material against his face. His eyes turn slowly to the right, followed by his head and finally his body. He stands to face the desperate men with his mint green surgical scrubs still stained with constellations of red dots. His bare feet are now dry, but they still leave a slightly pink aura wherever he steps.

He slowly joins the men at the front counter where he finds himself with a dilemma, use one of his trusty scalpels of which he has several or use one of the two flash bangs previously snatched from his fun in the cubicles of doom.

In a flash he decides on both. He pulls a scalpel from his breast pocket and flicks the plastic cover off with his thumb. His left arm sends the scalpel into a man's left kidney. The man screams in pain as Dr. Feelgood draws the blade across the man's lower back in an S and connects the two kidneys.

Without slowing his walk he continues moving forward where he pulls one of the two flash bangs from his right pocket and smashes it into the now serveying man's face. It connects with the cheek and releases a series of cracks as it punches several fractures into the maxilla and zygomatic bones. At this point the scalpel has been withdrawn from the now dying thug and swings forward into the abdomen of the second man. It lodges itself deep within the intestines where Sylus turns it sideways and rips it from the man forcefully, leaving a gaping and blood gushing wound. Dr. Sylus then places his scalpel into the pin and yanks the pin free, flipping the lever off with his right thumb. He drives the flashbang into the vacant cavity where a digestive track used to be. With both men crying in pain the third gunmen looks into the eyes of Dr. Sylus and immediately runs for the closest exit. He stumbles on his own clumsy feet as he falls through the door and a muffled bang forces the second man to fall over. The two men in lateral recumbancy lay in pools of their combined blood as the surgical mask flexes out and bows in with Sylus' breathing.

Dr. Feelgood bends down and picks up the 12 gauge Remington 870. He drops the scalpel and checks the parkerized metal tube of death for ammo. Eight. He looks around and counts the employees and customers. Eight. It was just meant to be. He moves his right hand down to the satin wood and pumps a shell into the chamber with his left.

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EDIT COMPLETE.

Niki Armstrong sat in the driver's seat of a bright red Ferrari. It was a newly acquired car. In fact Niki had managed to pick it up just this morning. The car was nearly new too, what a lucky find it was. Just around the corner she had taken it from some big shot business man in a suit. Niki turned into the Burger King parking lot. It wasn't not too crowded and only a few cars were parked on the black asphalt. Niki maneuvered the red Ferrari all the way to the back of the lot and then U-turned it. Squinting she could make out a group of people within the Burger King through the window amidst all the advertisements. Might as well take as many with her as she could.

Niki slammed the gas pedal. The wheels spun for a moment and then the car hurtled at the building. She reached a speed of 45 miles per hour by the time the car hit the sidewalk in front of the doorways. Just her luck a man had just tripped and had fallen right in front of the doors. The Ferrari roared over top of him and left him likely with a broken spine. A split second later the vehicle was crashing trough the main entrance. Upon contact with the glass double doors the airbags deployed in Niki's face, good thing she was wearing that seat belt. Pieces of glass flew everywhere as the car continued its path of destruction strait for the front counter. Niki couldn't see around the air bag but there were two dying thugs on the ground as well as an odd looking man with a surgical mask on right in front of that counter. Niki held a gun in her right hand at the ready. Strait back in her seat she waited for the final impact. She would love to see the death of each and every person in the building that is if she lived to survive.

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Just as Sylus is about to open fire he hears the screeching of tires and the roar of a high end sports car. He turns to see a red Ferrari heading straight through the front doors and coming straight at him. Thinking quickly he dives over the counter and rolls into the kitchen, sending two employees running farther into the back of the store.

The red Ferrari comes to a stop among a cloud of debris and sits motionless among the rubble. The mere thought of even scratching a car like that is appauling. Whoever is driving it needs to die. Now.

Sylus quickly moves to the deep fryer where he uses the fry scooper to shovel some hot cooking oil into a water bottle that just happened to be sitting there. He tosses the bottle at the driver's door and puts a shot through it as it hits the glass window. The bottle bursts into flames where the head of the driver should be. In addition, the shotgun blast should have penetrated right through the car and into any flesh that the fire didn't reach.

Sylus keep his aim on the car and pumps the expended shell out onto the floor. The plastic hits the ground and bounces as another shell is loaded into its place. The fire burns bright all around the care and Sylus waits for anything to move so he can blast it to hell.

((Edited for a spelling error))

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Niki felt the car slam into something, presumably the opposite wall. initially the impact causes a few chunks of debris to fall from the ceiling and wall. Several windows shattered due to the sports car that had just hit the far wall. A moment later the dust settled. Niki reached down and undid her seat belt which came off with no problems. She checked to make sure her pistol was in hand and the was about to open the drivers side door when a bottle full of cooking oil hit the window and burst into flames as it was hit with a blast from a shotgun. Boiling hot oil hit Niki like a wave and she felt a small bit of shrapnel lodge itself in her shoulder.

Instead of reacting to the pain Niki dropped flat on the floor as the flames raged above her engulfing the airbag and leather seat. She could endure this small amount of pain it would all be over soon anyways. Niki was trained by her father for this. What to do when someone was shooting at you. She crawled her way over to the passenger side which was facing away from the unknown shooter. Niki reached her hand up pulled the door latch with a flick. Afterwards she rolled out onto the ground through the small opening. Only then did she notice that the tip of her pants were on fire. Quickly she rolled across the floor trying to put it out. In the process she achieved her goal but also acquired some scratches on her arms due to the bits of glass scattered around that area.

Niki placed the gun in between her teeth as she she whipped herself up from the ground as if coming out of a somersault. Niki continued in the momentum and landed back on her hands. From there she sprung back up pushing off with both hands and twisting in midair preforming a near near perfect back-handspring. With the force generated by this simple move Niki jumped up onto the hood of the car. She didn't remain there long, instead she continued the chain and bounced off of the hood and launched into the air strait over top of the likely startled doctor. Niki seemed to hover in midair as her movement was a blur. Niki swung her body in midair so that she was looking strait down with her feet pointed strait up in the air. With the gun in her hand she fired three rapid shots strait down into the doctor as she passed over him. Finally Niki swung her whole form downwards again to meet the ground while simultaneously twisting around so she was facing the counter behind the shotgun toting doctor. Tucking her feet down she slammed hard into the waiting floor. Niki slipped up slightly as she stumbled on the landing. That's what always got her she could never stick landings. Niki couldn't afford to stop now either, as the doctor would likely shoot her dead at such close range. She dived over the counter the minute she recovered. Gracefully like the practiced gymnast she was Niki transformed the dive seamlessly into a forward roll. She tumbled strait into the kitchen and jumped up ready in case the doctor was still alive and after her.

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Through the flames Sylus can see the driver scurry about like an insect and fall out on the opposite side. She springs up after a moment and the doctor can see that his opponent is nothing less than a female. As she propels herself onto the hood of the vehicle Sylus is distracted by her physical attributes.

Butter Face. That's the term used for women who have a great body but a fugly face. She almost looks like she should play hockey with a face like that. This makes it all the easier to dispatch of her in quick fashion, after all noone will miss a donkey. She jumps again, Sylus looks up tracking her movement as she flips over him and releases a few shots from her own gun while airborn. Luckily Dr. Sylus can see that her movements are slowed by an injury to her shoulder, which has also scewed her aim. Only a slight turn saves him from catching a slug with his shoulder or skull. The projectiles ricochet off the tile at Sylus' feet, just missing Sylus by a hair. One of which strikes a customer as she is running for the door. The unlucky woman gets hit in the back by a stray. It isn't fatal, atleast not for another hour or so.

She lands hard and unbalanced. The poor girl has no idea what she is doing, nothing but wasted energy. Sylus is already bringing the butt of the shotgun to meet with her face. She astonishingly is already moving away and the satin wood misses by just inches, thus she avoids her face shattering. With the same momentum he pivots his left foot and rotates in her direction with the business end of the shotgun aimed straight at her. She is just getting up when the blast starts hurling out, pellets already seperating and rushing to rip apart her stomach.

Before he can even see if the shot gets her he pumps another round and fires again slightly higher. If she dodges in either direction she will be behind the broilers and out of line of sight.

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Unfortunately for Niki none of her shots landed on target, as an added bonus one of the ricocheted and hit a lady in the back which would cause death eventually. Niki was finally standing up and relaxing a bit when she realized I need cover now. She had just stood up only to dive back down again this time strait left, no fancy moves just a strait dive. Niki found herself behind the broilers. Safe for the moment. She glanced around in search of anything that could give her the upper hand. She spotted a women cowering in the corner close by. No doubt she was the one who made the burgers or scooped the fries. Niki walked over to her and pointed the M9 pistol strait at her head. She fired and killed the lady for no reason.

The Niki walked over to her and dug her had in the woman's pocket. She emerged with a lighter and a packet of cigarettes. This employee must have been sneaking smoke breaks. The items would be useless now but Niki pocketed them for another time, besides she did smoke sometimes. Next thing she found was the fries. You know that large basket thing that dips the fries in boiling oil, well Niki lifted it out of its vat full of recently made french fries. She hefted it in her left hand, that arm was free of shrapnel. The doctor would have to cock and reload for another shot that gave Niki the opening she needed. She rushed out from behind the boilers and immediately launched the french fries at the man. Hundreds of fires were now tumbling through the air at the doctor as Niki continued to surge forward at him at a blinding speed. She leaped over the counter top, the final obstacle between her and her target and continued her dash forward. Once she was within striking distance she swung the basket that was at one point full of french fries at the doctor's face. Instead of feeling the satisfaction of hearing the doctor's head cracking open Niki felt the herself skid across the floor due to some liquid on the ground. Strait in front of her was the red Ferrari. Niki dove over top of it, once again without anything fancy. Her moves were getting sloppier. She would have to step it up a notch. And that's exactly what she intended to do. Pivoting around Niki fired one shot directly at the doctor.

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The doctors fires the two shots, missing as she dives behind the left broiler. The small debris from the blasts enter the wall directly behind where she had been, leaving two giant holes in the plaster that the doctor wishes was his female opponent instead of a stupid wall. Behind the broiler he can hear movement, a woman scream, and then a single gunshot. From the sound the doctor can determine that the woman is using a 9mm, which one specifically isn't known as of yet. He pumps another shell and prepares to fire, keeping an eye on both sides of the broiler.

She resurfaces where she disappeared with a basket of fries in her hand. She flings the fries at Sylus whose eyes reflect clearly how unimpressed he is. The fries bounce off him like bullets off superman and fall to the ground. "What was she doing?"

Unloading a few rounds at this point would have meant that his target would be obliterated, and seeing as Sylus loves to take a peice of his victims, he refrains from squeezing the trigger and instead removes one of his scalpels with his left hand. Sylus finds the intimacy of his scalpel much more gratifying than the barbaric use of guns. Ready to freely accept the hot basket to the face in exchange for landing the scalpel in her well deserving throat, Sylus uncaps the scalpel with his thumb. With the shotgun held in his right hand, finger still on the trigger, the clumsy woman slips and dives over the car. Not being the type to typically smile or laugh, Dr. Feelgood releases a near hysterical laugh at the site of her impotency.

He ducks and turns as she soars through the air and he flicks the now uncapped scalpel at her landing spot, much like throwing knives his scalpels are small and balanced making them hard to see and dodge. As the scalpel flies toward her a single bullet rips through the doctor's calf, had it been a larger caliber it would have severed a major artery and forced the doctor to do something drastic. Blood drips from the wound with the bullet still lodged inside. Bleeding is minimal but still pumping freely due to the doctor's increased heartrate.

Sylus moves fire a shot at the woman in return as he moves for cover, it isn't quite a hobble but not exactly a smooth run either. He finds himself behind a broiler, near the end closest to the car. He places the heated end of the shotgun onto the small wound, cauterizing the hole and stopping the bleeding. He would have to leave fishing the bullet out for later. With the woman still out of site he finds his second flash bang and arms it before tossing it over the car, landing in front of the woman. When the flashbang blinds her he plans to stand and deliver the four remaining shots into her. At this point he didn't care if there was a flawless trophy to take from her. He is willing to settle for a mutilated piece of silicone.

((Oh I'm on the side of the counter in the kitchen, not by the car.))

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Upon the flinging of the french fries Niki sees the look that the doctor gave him. What he doesn't like fries? Niki laughed at her joke. That was until she found herself sliding across the floor. After her dive over the car she is struck by a small knife. A scalpel. Figures a crazy doctor throwing scalpel's. The scalpel hits her squarely in the gut. Niki dropped to her knees, and lucky for her as the doctor had just launched a shot at the spot she had just occupied. Niki pulled the small blade out of her body quite easily and was relived to see that it hadn't penetrated too deeply. It still hurt though.

Enraged by being hit Niki rose to her feet, blood dripping slowly from her wound. She pointed the gun ahead of her looking around. Surprisingly the doctor was nowhere to be found. Coward. Suddenly just as Niki was thinking this she spotted out of the corner of her eye the man behind the broiler throw something through the air towards her. Niki whiled. She saw the grenade coming and temporarily dropped the gun to hold the fry basket with both hands. She brought the basket up to her shoulder, it was hovering about an inch from her body. Then with all her might she smacked that grenade strait back at where it had originated. Guess that's where a few years of softball comes in handy. She dropped flat after the "hit" and grabbed the gun, not wanting to get hit by any shrapnel or other such materials. She waited behind the cover of the car listening for the telltale sound of a boom and then, if there was anything left, footsteps.

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He isn't waiting long when he hears the flashbang hit something, not the white tile floor like he had anticipated but something else. The sound was like metal on metal, almost like an aluminum bat hitting a hallow metal pole. Before he can decipher what exactly happened he sees it floating in the air and coming straight at him. Sylus knows there isn't enough time to grab the flashbang and heave it back, he would just blind himself and possibly lose a hand. He pitches himself forward, pushing off with his injured leg in pain. The bullet throbs inside of him, forcing a near limp as he scuttles across the floor and jumping onto the counter. Behind him he hears the distinct sound he had hoped for earlier as the conister smacks against the tile flooring followed by a small, but loud explosion. The 180 dB SPL is well over the 85 dB needed to deafen a person. Sylus can hear nothing, except for a lighting ringing in his ears and a muffled sound of something undistinguishable. Any closer and his ear drums may have burst.

Now on the counter his enemy is plain and visible, cowering behind the car. The scalpel hit its mark, like most she probably didn't realize the extent of the wound, thanks to the surgical precision of the scalpels they often felt less painful despite still being serious wounds. The wound, even though not extremely deep would continue bleeding for several hours if not attended to.

With the explosion still ricocheting behind him, the deaf doctor squeezes the trigger, pumps and squeezes again directly at the crouching bitch. The two blasts sail to her in a consecutive arc. Sylus hears nothing from the blasts of fire in front of him as the barrel explodes in anger at the woman.

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