Paintball
Title: Paintball
'Verse: The Effect
Rating: none
Author's Note: The Effect is a spinoff of an X-Men roleplaying site I used to own. All the characters are original. Not all are my own, though I've had permission to continue using them. This particular piece, while it includes several characters, is very Laurie-centric.
“Okay,” Ty began, as they all clambered out of the two cars they’d taken. “The name of the game is win. Me, Kit, and Laurie are gonna be on one team.” He put his arms around their shoulders. “We’ll defend first. Anyone gets hit is out and off the field. If you guys get the flag, you win. We’re a small team, so let’s say, twenty minutes.”
Laurie was struggling to get her mask on. “I feel like Dark Vader in this thing,” she complained.
Chris burst out laughing. “It’s Darth Vader, Irish.”
“Darth? Really?” She looked around at them, expecting a joke. “That’s not really scary.”
Keith patted her on the helmet. “It is to the hearts of every little Star Wars fanboy. Let’s get this show on the road.”
“You’re going down,” Chris promised, putting on his own mask.
“Okay, five minutes to plan strategy,” Ty told them. “Set your watches, people.” He shouldered his gun, and marched off in the direction of the fort. Laurie and Chris followed, leaving Keith, Ethan, and Seth to plan their tactics on how to get the flag.
“Here’s the plan,” Chris began, his mischievous grin mostly hidden by his mask. “I guard the flag. They can’t hit me.”
“Why not?” Laurie asked, stumbling over a tree root.
“Let’s just say… I have my own strategy.”
“You can’t use your powers, Chris!” she protested, shoving his shoulder. “That’s cheating!”
“Just turn the other way, blondie.”
She scowled at him. Ty was setting up the fort. “C’mon kids!” he called. “Once we start, I’ll take left field, Laurie, you take right. Shoot anything that moves.”
Five minutes later, Laurie was hiding behind a tree when she spotted Seth making his way stealthily towards the fort. She fumbled to lift up her gun, and pulled the trigger, shooting herself in the foot.
“OW, dammit!” she swore. Seth turned to look at her, bewildered. “Does it count if you accidentally shoot yourself?” she asked meekly. He shook his head, aimed, and shot her.
“Sorry, Laur.”
She left the field in a huff.
Chris got Seth as he headed towards the fort, and he joined Laurie off the field, who was checking her foot for bruising. Ty shot Ethan seven minutes later, and Keith got Ty a few minutes after that.
He headed towards the fort carefully, listening acutely for the sound of Chris approaching. When he heard a slight rustle, he attacked. Chris seemed to dodge every single paintball as he returned fire, shooting Keith squarely in the chest.
“We won!” he shouted, lifting up the flag and waving it around in victory. The others rejoined them on the field.
“Okay, we switch now,” Ty said, broad grin on his face. “You guys defend now.”
“Can we switch teammates?” Chris asked. “Laurie shot herself in the foot. I saw the whole thing.”
“Keith, you want on our team?” Ty asked hopefully.
Laurie shot them both in the butt.
“OW!”
“Hey!”
“Jerks! I don’t want to be on your team anyway.”
“Aw, Laurie,” Ty began, rubbing his butt. “It’s not that we don’t like you. We just don’t like your klutziness.”
“We’ll take you, Laurie,” Ethan reassured her. “Seth? Will you join Ty and Chris?”
He shrugged. “Yeah, okay.”
As they parted ways to plan their new strategies, Keith rubbed his chest, frowning. “I don’t get it,” he muttered. “I have good aim. How did I miss him?”
“Chris was using his powers,” Laurie informed him.
“What?! That lousy cheat,” he growled. And his eyes lit up. “Hey, do you suppose they’d send him in for the flag?”
“Probably.”
“Okay, here’s our plan.” They bent their heads in, and he whispered the strategy to them.
The new game was intense. Ethan was out on route duty. He revenged himself against Ty by getting him out first. Seth tracked him down several minutes later and shot him out next. Keith went out for a brief routing mission, and after shooting Seth in the leg, returned back to base, where Laurie was waiting, hiding behind the base.
They continued to wait for Chris to arrive for several long minutes. When Keith heard him, he signaled, and the two of them jumped out from their position in the fort and open fired. Chris was shot at least a dozen times in a matter of a few seconds.
“HOLY mother of… god,” he moaned as he collapsed. “What the hell?”
Laurie tore off her mask, grinning widely at him, as the others joined them on the field. Keith moved to a nearby tree, reaching up towards the lower branches. Someone jumped down, laughing.
“No fair!” Ty shouted. “You can’t have another teammate!”
Keith wrapped his arm around Brooklyn’s waist. “She isn’t a teammate. She’s a defensive strategy against Chris’s dirty cheating.”
Ty smacked Chris over the head. “I knew we should have kept Laurie on our team.”
Chris, at least, had the decency to look ashamed.
“Great. I was on the losing team both times,” Seth said dryly.
They took their leave of the field, covered in paint, hot and sweaty. Laurie unzipped the top part of her suit, pushing down the jacket around her waist to cool off. Another group of paintballers watched them leaving.
“Hey Barbie, what’re you doin’ here?” one of them called. “Guns aren’t for girls!”
“Want me to beat him up?” Ty offered.
“No,” Laurie said with a grin. “He’s kind of cute. Hold on, I’ll be right back.” She made her way over to the group, and Ty groaned as she started flirting, talking just-so with her accent, because she knew it was her ultimate weapon.
“I think I lost my hair tie back there,” she was telling them mournfully. “You boys want to help me find it?”
“Sure thing, sweetheart,” the guy replied. “Just leave the paintballing to the men in the future, huh?”
“Absolutely,” she said charmingly. Her finger squeezed the trigger, and the next thing they knew, the guy was doubled over on the ground, holding his crotch.
“Jesus! Jesus!”
“Oops, sorry,” she laughed. “I’m a little clumsy. My fingers must’ve slipped.” She winked at them, and left to join the others. The men were all wincing. Brook was trying not to laugh.
Keith took her gun away from her. “Okay, next time we do this, I think we’re all wearing cups.”
“Whatever you say, Keith,” Laurie said with a laugh, and climbed into the backseat of the car.
'Verse: The Effect
Rating: none
Author's Note: The Effect is a spinoff of an X-Men roleplaying site I used to own. All the characters are original. Not all are my own, though I've had permission to continue using them. This particular piece, while it includes several characters, is very Laurie-centric.
“Okay,” Ty began, as they all clambered out of the two cars they’d taken. “The name of the game is win. Me, Kit, and Laurie are gonna be on one team.” He put his arms around their shoulders. “We’ll defend first. Anyone gets hit is out and off the field. If you guys get the flag, you win. We’re a small team, so let’s say, twenty minutes.”
Laurie was struggling to get her mask on. “I feel like Dark Vader in this thing,” she complained.
Chris burst out laughing. “It’s Darth Vader, Irish.”
“Darth? Really?” She looked around at them, expecting a joke. “That’s not really scary.”
Keith patted her on the helmet. “It is to the hearts of every little Star Wars fanboy. Let’s get this show on the road.”
“You’re going down,” Chris promised, putting on his own mask.
“Okay, five minutes to plan strategy,” Ty told them. “Set your watches, people.” He shouldered his gun, and marched off in the direction of the fort. Laurie and Chris followed, leaving Keith, Ethan, and Seth to plan their tactics on how to get the flag.
“Here’s the plan,” Chris began, his mischievous grin mostly hidden by his mask. “I guard the flag. They can’t hit me.”
“Why not?” Laurie asked, stumbling over a tree root.
“Let’s just say… I have my own strategy.”
“You can’t use your powers, Chris!” she protested, shoving his shoulder. “That’s cheating!”
“Just turn the other way, blondie.”
She scowled at him. Ty was setting up the fort. “C’mon kids!” he called. “Once we start, I’ll take left field, Laurie, you take right. Shoot anything that moves.”
Five minutes later, Laurie was hiding behind a tree when she spotted Seth making his way stealthily towards the fort. She fumbled to lift up her gun, and pulled the trigger, shooting herself in the foot.
“OW, dammit!” she swore. Seth turned to look at her, bewildered. “Does it count if you accidentally shoot yourself?” she asked meekly. He shook his head, aimed, and shot her.
“Sorry, Laur.”
She left the field in a huff.
Chris got Seth as he headed towards the fort, and he joined Laurie off the field, who was checking her foot for bruising. Ty shot Ethan seven minutes later, and Keith got Ty a few minutes after that.
He headed towards the fort carefully, listening acutely for the sound of Chris approaching. When he heard a slight rustle, he attacked. Chris seemed to dodge every single paintball as he returned fire, shooting Keith squarely in the chest.
“We won!” he shouted, lifting up the flag and waving it around in victory. The others rejoined them on the field.
“Okay, we switch now,” Ty said, broad grin on his face. “You guys defend now.”
“Can we switch teammates?” Chris asked. “Laurie shot herself in the foot. I saw the whole thing.”
“Keith, you want on our team?” Ty asked hopefully.
Laurie shot them both in the butt.
“OW!”
“Hey!”
“Jerks! I don’t want to be on your team anyway.”
“Aw, Laurie,” Ty began, rubbing his butt. “It’s not that we don’t like you. We just don’t like your klutziness.”
“We’ll take you, Laurie,” Ethan reassured her. “Seth? Will you join Ty and Chris?”
He shrugged. “Yeah, okay.”
As they parted ways to plan their new strategies, Keith rubbed his chest, frowning. “I don’t get it,” he muttered. “I have good aim. How did I miss him?”
“Chris was using his powers,” Laurie informed him.
“What?! That lousy cheat,” he growled. And his eyes lit up. “Hey, do you suppose they’d send him in for the flag?”
“Probably.”
“Okay, here’s our plan.” They bent their heads in, and he whispered the strategy to them.
The new game was intense. Ethan was out on route duty. He revenged himself against Ty by getting him out first. Seth tracked him down several minutes later and shot him out next. Keith went out for a brief routing mission, and after shooting Seth in the leg, returned back to base, where Laurie was waiting, hiding behind the base.
They continued to wait for Chris to arrive for several long minutes. When Keith heard him, he signaled, and the two of them jumped out from their position in the fort and open fired. Chris was shot at least a dozen times in a matter of a few seconds.
“HOLY mother of… god,” he moaned as he collapsed. “What the hell?”
Laurie tore off her mask, grinning widely at him, as the others joined them on the field. Keith moved to a nearby tree, reaching up towards the lower branches. Someone jumped down, laughing.
“No fair!” Ty shouted. “You can’t have another teammate!”
Keith wrapped his arm around Brooklyn’s waist. “She isn’t a teammate. She’s a defensive strategy against Chris’s dirty cheating.”
Ty smacked Chris over the head. “I knew we should have kept Laurie on our team.”
Chris, at least, had the decency to look ashamed.
“Great. I was on the losing team both times,” Seth said dryly.
They took their leave of the field, covered in paint, hot and sweaty. Laurie unzipped the top part of her suit, pushing down the jacket around her waist to cool off. Another group of paintballers watched them leaving.
“Hey Barbie, what’re you doin’ here?” one of them called. “Guns aren’t for girls!”
“Want me to beat him up?” Ty offered.
“No,” Laurie said with a grin. “He’s kind of cute. Hold on, I’ll be right back.” She made her way over to the group, and Ty groaned as she started flirting, talking just-so with her accent, because she knew it was her ultimate weapon.
“I think I lost my hair tie back there,” she was telling them mournfully. “You boys want to help me find it?”
“Sure thing, sweetheart,” the guy replied. “Just leave the paintballing to the men in the future, huh?”
“Absolutely,” she said charmingly. Her finger squeezed the trigger, and the next thing they knew, the guy was doubled over on the ground, holding his crotch.
“Jesus! Jesus!”
“Oops, sorry,” she laughed. “I’m a little clumsy. My fingers must’ve slipped.” She winked at them, and left to join the others. The men were all wincing. Brook was trying not to laugh.
Keith took her gun away from her. “Okay, next time we do this, I think we’re all wearing cups.”
“Whatever you say, Keith,” Laurie said with a laugh, and climbed into the backseat of the car.