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@douchebagdemo
*She had stopped counting after his screaming had stopped, and made her way to the respawn room.* Minute and 34 seconds. Pretty sure you’d have died in less then a minute.
Dat was terrible. Let's do somet'in' else like it. *He nods with conviction, tapping his cheek in thought.*
*Supprised look, followed by a shrug* You guys are all idiots. *Lifts the flamethrower and lights the demo in flames before starts counting*
An' who's da one dat dated five out of eight of us idiots? *He snickers lightly before being engulfed in flames. Bad way to die, he decided. 0/10, would not recommend. It wasn't long before he found himself in the respawn room, taking in a deep gasp of a breath.* Holy shit dat was not fun.
I could light you on fire, and see how long it take for you to burn to death.
Sounds fun, let's go. *He claps his hands together and leans forward slightly as if he were getting ready to play some kind of sport*
Dis base is eiddah da most excitin' base evah or it's so fuckin' borin' dat I gotta try an' blast myself up onta da roof for entertainment. Dere's no in-between.
Secrets Unkept || Zane & Mikey
Well being punched was an everyday thing to Zane back home. His stepfather constantly beating the kid half to death. This situation with just another day and the position he was in, was a situation he had easily learned to escape from, it only took a little time.
With each of the demo’s punches the sniper twisted his body sharply following which way his head snapped. With the second punch Zane snapped in the opposite direction bending his right leg, with it sitting just below Mikey. A thrid strike and sniper leg was finally free with an instant kick to the elders chest. Knocking Mickey back gave Zane enough room and time to bring his other foot up and follow his last kick with a strong strike to the face.
With his opponent on the floor grabbing at his face, the sniper made a break for h door grabbing his rifle along the way. He had barely made it out of the apartment door without falling face first into the snow.
Tear weld up in his eyes as he ran, where to? He didn’t know, just somewhere away Mickey, Lyle, anyone tha would have a reason to beat him up. He only wanted to escape, to go home, but he had no home to return to.
He held his face in agony, hissing as he felt blood dribble out of his nose. After a moment of wallowing his his own pain, he stumbled to his feet, starting to go after the sniper with fire in his eyes. He realized, however, that he had no idea where the boy had gone, nor did he feel like looking. He decided that the younger wasn't worth his effort, waving his arm as if to dismiss the thought of Zane. He popped his nose back into place before deciding to see if there was anything edible in the mess-hall refrigerator.
Secrets Unkept || Zane & Mikey
His head snapping back, Zane’s fingers had quickly covered where the blood began to feel. He was shocked at how easily the other had broken his nose, something that usually took a second or third hit for him.
Fight, fight, fight! No it wasn’t his voice, yelling in his ear. But he didn’t seem to really listen. Gripped at the others hand Zane had made an attempt to rip his shirt, free. While doing so his balance had finally come back and with a swift kick he had brough his foot up hard and fast between the others legs.
Mikey held onto the other's shirt easily, being a fair amount stronger than the freckled young man. He did, however, drop to the floor when he was kicked, the fire in his eyes only growing in intensity. He grabbed at the bottom of Zane's shirt, pulling him down to his level with a harsh tug. He pushed the other onto his back with a rough shove, pinning him to the floor by sitting on his hips. He threw punches at Zane, spitting out words that were accented by each fist making contact with his face. "Yer pretteh good at takin' punches for a stupid girl," he spat.
Secrets Unkept || Zane & Mikey
"What?" For a moment or so Zane was confused as to what the other was speaking of, but when realizing what it might be he nearly froze. His hand gripped on to the others hand as if trying to pry his fingers off.
Who? Who could have let his secret slip? Amie? Edmond? Elliot? Isaak? No they were to careful when they spoke. And Unless Isaak or Elliot beaten half to death, then…
His mind trailed and soon it had just become a mess of fear and explination. ”Mike, you alright?” he began trying to play it calm.
Mikey chuckled darkly, shaking his head as he tightened his grip on the other's shirt. "Uh-uh. Don't try ta play dumb, ya stupid cunt.Ya sistah told me--y'know, da cute red-head? I ain't da sharpest tool in da shed, but I can put two an' two tageddah, Sarah."
With a furious scowl on his face, he slammed Zane up against the wall, pulling back his fist to send it into the other's nose with a sickening crunch.
Secrets Unkept || Zane & Mikey
The day had so far had been alright, everything had become quiet around the base, and everybody seemed to be ignoring eachother. That was until Mikey had called out for him. Sitting in his warm bedroom with little scribbled notes on his paper he froze in horror hearing Mikey call for him. After a moment of silence only did the sniper scramble to his feet locking the door and begining on building a baricade against his door.
"Open da door dis fuckin' minute, ya piece a' shit faggot, 'fore I blow it ta bits myself!!" Mikey shouted, continuously pounding on the wood with his fist. After a moment or two, he scoffed, backing away from the door about ten feet and pulling his stickybomb launcher from his bag to shoot the explosives around the frame of the door. After making sure he was far enough away that he won't get hurt, he set off the devices, storming into the room to grab the other by the collar of his shirt. "I heard you're keepin' a secret from us, buddy," he spat.
Secrets Unkept || Zane & Mikey
Mikey stormed back to his shared apartment, furious about this new-found information. How dare she lie to him, and about something as serious as this, no less! He burst through the door, looking around for his teammate as he shouted. "Zane!" he shouted into the apartment, "Where in da hell are ya?!"
The Mute, The Douche and The Insane || Zane, Mikey & Isaak
The other’s words hadn’t yet registered to the sniper. His mind was somewhere else trying ti figure out the easiest and fastest way to the medbay.
"Uh whae? Oh ah, ayem Zane." A arm over his shoulder and his at the mans side. He slowly began to walk towards the base keeping to the others pace.
"Mikey he repeated trying to get the sound right. "So ‘owed yah end up like this?"
"Told off Marcy an' she shot me," he huffed, "I knew her back home, an' we don't really get along anymore. She's my brother's best friend, for some stupid reason."
He walked in silence for a moment or two before speaking up once again. "How far's the medbay, exactly? Don't wanna rush ya or nothin', but I am kinda bleedin' out here. Just, so ya know."
The Mute, The Douche and The Insane || Zane, Mikey & Isaak
One minute of silence and the next someone on the field was calling out to him for help. Great, did Lyle hit some guy without a respawn chip?
Running through the snow he help his gun close in arm searching through the white blanket of snow. ” ‘Ello?” he called back. Seeing the man waving his arms Zane quickly took off only to stop a few feet short. Placing the gun on his back he moved around to the others right side slowly trying to pick the other up. “Can yah walk lad?”
"Well," he murmured, "I can, but I don't think 'at's a good idea, right now." He assisted in pushing himself off of the ground, wincing as he did so. "I'll do my best, though." He looked about the area that he happened to be in, wondering how anybody here could stand the cold. This was fucking ridiculous.
"If ya couldn't tell by now, I'm new. Name's Mikey. And you're...?"
The Mute, The Douche and The Insane || Zane, Mikey & Isaak
As always, Zane needed to leave the house. Lyle was not in the best of moods, and even more so he wanted to fire his weapon at every moving object today. Zane had barely had enough time to grab his gun and violin before running out the door.
His violin and music sheet on his back, he could now walk with ease and watch as the snow fell along the base. What to play what to write, that was always the big issues and usually it wasn’t finished.
Alright, this clearly wasn't working, seeing as he happened to be losing blood than he was gaining in ground. He flopped down into the snow, rubbing the back of his neck with a thoughtful expression on his face. He spent a minute or two attempting to figure a way out of this situation, when he heard light crunching in the snow not too far from where he sat.
"Hey!" he called, waving in the direction that he had heard the sound, "I need some help, here!"
douchebagdemo wandered into Coldfront
Now that had just pissed her off. Reaching for the gun at her hip she quickly pulled it from it’s halter before shooting the other in both legs.
Watching him she let out a childish giggle before stepping out of his range. “Oops,” she smiled down at the figure. “I guess I should have learned more from you, get in to more fights, maybe break your nose a few more times.” With her right foot she had kicked up some snow on to the other burrying his head.
"You may have beat me in Boston, but I’m not the same bitch as I am today, cause I got more people wrapped around my finger that are willing to kill you without a second thought."
Mikey dropped to the snow, clinging first one leg, and then the other. Damn it, he hadn't even had his respawn info updated--if he bled out here, he wouldn't come back. With an enraged growl, Mikey pulled a pistol from the back of his pants, shooting a bullet into the blonde girl's head. She'd pay for that, later, but for now, he had to focus on getting to wherever the hell the Medbay was in this godforsaken place. With a pained grunt, he pulled himself to his feet, taking small, painful steps towards the base.
douchebagdemo wandered into Coldfront
"Nah uh!" Grabbing her flamethrower she quickly moved to his bag blocking his way. "Touch him, I’ll fuck you up," she snapped, placing her finger on the the triger. "Touch Elliot, I’ll have Zak rip you apart piece by piece." If anybody was to hurt the scout, it would be Marcy.
"Tch," he frowned, reaching forward to rip the weapon out of Marcy's grip with ease and tossing it haphazardly away. "I think you're forgettin' the fights we used to get into, Marce. How many times did you win? Maybe, once or twice? Don't get in my fuckin' way, bitch."
douchebagdemo wandered into Coldfront
Marcy hadn’t expected him to grab at her and so rough. Her body tensed up quickly afraid of being shook before she dropped her shoulder. ”I thought they’d tell yeah since you guys have the same last name,” she began laughing lightly.
"The Twins, they came together, Elliots is one of our enginneer, or will be. Isaac’s our only scout."
"Awh, shit," he hissed, "I'm gonna fuck that stupid kid up. Last time heard from 'im, he fucked up my bike as a 'goodbye prank'." He snarled to himself, darting back over to grab his bags and jogging towards the base he was now assigned to.
+douchebagdemo
Amie couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but there was something about the new face on base that felt…off. Perhaps it was just a vibe, or a feeling, but it was something. The spy couldn’t tell if she wanted to approach the other or go back to the apartment. Standing awkwardly, she gave the other a bit of a half wave, trying to keep a steady face.
Whoa. First he ran into Marcy, then the hot RED sniper, and now this chick? There was no end to the attractive females at this base, he decided. He put on his best grin, striding over to the girl with his hands in his pockets. "Hey, baby," he said in a low tone, "Are you religious? 'Cos you're the answer to all my prayers."
douchebagdemo wandered into Coldfront
Yep same Mikey as always, with the dipshit smile. “That’s funny,” Marcy laughed, quickly dropping it. “You really think I’d come all the way to this shit whole just to be with you?”
Shaking her head she had moved to lean against the wall only to regret it a moment later. Goosebumps ran up her back freezing her to the core. Looking over him she laughed crossing her arms and rubbing her hands up and down. “Taking it you’re not to fond of the cold either.”
Pulling her flamethrower up she turned it on the wall, heating it up. Content, she once more proped herself up before adjusting her gloves. “So, you here visiting your brothers?” Though she really doubted it.
"You kiddin' me?" he huffed, "I fuckin' hate da cold. Why d'ya t'ink I stayed inside whenever it got cold?" He shuffled through the snow, not caring whether or not the girl followed him. "I'm goin' inside, I'm freezin' my balls off out here."
Mikey stopped in his tracks, turning back to face the other with a horrified expression on his face. "Wai', wha'? My brothers are here?!" He dropped his luggage, storming back towards Marcy and grabbing her by the shoulders. "Which ones?!"
