Survival of the Fittest

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Who: RED Pyro (notintehkitchen) & RED Sniper (hasstandards)
Where: Sawmill, battlefield
Summary: And this is why you don't miss the train back to the base.
Status: OngoingThe floorboards of the attic creaked beneath Sniper's weight, threatening to cave under him at any time. It wasn't his best idea, perching himself in a location that could have been more dangerous on its

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[notintehkitchen]

Holding the flamethrower securely in both of her hands, the weight of her weapon was still hard for her to get used to. Back home, if she had wanted to make fire a simple snap of her fingertips was enough to start a flame that would grow into a wondrous, burning disaster. Her new profession was... different to say the least. To all those around her, she was a murderer with no identity and no heart. What existed on the outside was the only thought that ran through the other's minds.

No one would know the real her no matter how long she stayed here and despite her loneliness, she found herself loving her life more then ever.

Running along to go play watchdog for Engineer, she decided to keep the one face who smiled at her sincerely out of harms way. As flames poured out of the opening of her weapon and destroyed anything hiding in her path, a Spy was caught and sent falling to the ground barbecued. It wasn't long after that she began to receive a pat on her head which made her give a muffled laughter.

[hasstandards]

Sniper looked at his watch as the intercom chimed, announcing there were only a few minutes left in the mission. Though the unsteadiness of the floor beneath him was worsening with every shot, he figured it would hold up for another couple of minutes. He was a bit surprised no one had fired a rocket up there, or even come looking for him, but he wasn't about to question a good thing.

With his eyes on the field in front of him, watching as the rest of the team gave a final push toward victory, he didn't even see the stray grenade that rolled from the BLU Demoman's body. Listening to the ticking of his wristwatch, he never heard it clinking its way down the hill until it hit the corner of the building he was in. What he did hear was the explosion that took out that fundamental part of the framework, bringing the building to the ground in pile of wood and rubble

[notintehkitchen]

When the never-ending game ironically ended, Pyro looked over at the rest of her team running over to the loud, scary, ignorant American man. At the moment, she would of followed orders if it wasn't for a red butterfly that decided to land in-between the eye-holes of her mask

[hasstandards]

No one particularly questioned where their missing members were- Sniper, in the couple of months so he'd been at Sawmill, had been known to drive his camper to the battlefield. As such, no one had noticed he'd actually taken the train with the rest of the team that day. Others took their own vehicles- surely the missing teammates would turn up at the base in their own time.

The field grew quieter as everyone left for the day, save for the shifting of rubble and a muffled cry as a certain Pyro tumbled over the debris, sending pieces of it here and there flying. The butterfly, seemingly unperturbed by the dust kicked into the air and the slowing drizzle from the sky, landed perfectly atop Sniper's exposed hand, the rest of him buried somewhere under the rotted planks and crumbled brick.