Blk Stallion

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It was beautiful beating this stupid pierced prick at a game he knew he was okay at, fighting hands on was more his style but rifles were pretty useful when he wasn’t feeling like getting into the thick of things. There were a few misses but he managed to hit enough balloons to warrant another prize, though that was left on the wooden counter next to his downed rifle when Noiz turned away.

A smirk touched his lip, head turning to watch him retreat as a thrill of righteous victory thrummed through him only for Noiz to ruin it with his shot at his thigh; It didn’t hurt but it was a sharp enough split-second sting to set him back on the edge he’d not so long ago backed himself away from. "O i." One word was growled, turning quickly on his heel to stalk over him so he could raise a leg and strike his foot against the back of Noiz’s knee again; dirty tactics, but it was the fastest way to stop a retreating opponent. “Shit for brains.” Annoying prick, maybe he’d leave Aoba to deal with this asshole? “I won so you have to be a dickhead about it? What’s wrong, wanna go crying to mama about how your shot is as bent as you are?” A smirk picked up at his lips then, enjoying having a momentary verbal footing.

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Another kick to the back of the knee. Nice. Sick burns, too.

The repeated attack had sent Noiz stumbling again, though this time he was able to grasp onto the corner of a nearby stall to regain his balance before falling completely. "I told you to quit following me," he reiterated after straightening and turning to face his undesired acquaintance, letting the other's words slide off his back while drawing a deep breath to help rein in the rising temptation to simply spin on his heel and engage in a confrontation. There would have been nothing more satisfying than laying a fist into this guy, though the repercussions hardly seemed worth it, given that all parties involved where forced into mutual neutrality. All but one, it seemed.

He waited, making sure that the situation had been dispelled before showing the other his back once again and heading off in his originally intended direction. He'd get him back in a way that suited him; hacking his devices and fucking with anything that looked important.

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He’d thought he’d gotten away with it, he hadn’t stopped to watch him fall but he heard the scuffle of stumbling footsteps and a couple of dull thuds as things hit the ground; That wasn’t as much noise as he would have liked but he could deal with it. He’d bitten off the tip of the corndog and was contentedly chewing his mouthful when he felt the smack of something soft and hot on the back of his head, then thesmack of it tumbling down his back to hit the floor with a soft thud. He raised a hand and felt sugar coating his hair, brushing it away rapidly as he turned to send the blond a glare with the corndog still sticking out of his mouth.

That fucker.

Brushing his hands together to free them of sugar, he wandered over to Noiz with an annoyed ‘tsk’, brows drawn down in anger and a rather shitty look on his face. “Bastard.” The corndog dropped from his mouth as he spoke, uncaring that his stolen food was wasted. He wanted to settle this somehow but he couldn’t outright start a fight with him. “Who the fuck do you think you are? you Caeruleus scum.” Any other day he would have hit first and talked later, but this was just so annoying—…why couldn’t he fight him? For some reason this idiot just ticked him off.

"We’re settling this. Shooting range. Now."

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"Fine."

It wasn't ideal, honestly. While largely adept when it came to first-person shooting and sniping games, Noiz wasn't quite as dexterous when it came to actual guns. He'd had very minimal training with firearms after entering into the mafia world, but quickly decided that they weren't his thing; much preferring his techie profession.

His lack of training showed at the shooting gallery. The targets were rows of multicoloured balloons, aiming to pop them with the small pellets that were provided as ammunition. Simple in theory, though the blonde's shooting left a lot to be desired. The large rifles were awkward to hold, uncomfortably heavy in hands, and he was sure that it's weight was impairing his performance in the game. After reloading a couple of times and only having popped a small handful of balloons, Noiz had had enough, after realising that nothing was actually being 'settled'. His food still hadn't been replaced and he was being taunted by a wall of balloons.

With a click of his teeth, Noiz withdrew with the announcement that the whole thing was stupid and not to follow him as he started off back the way that they came—he was going to get a corndog, and he was going to enjoy every bit of it—though not before firing one of the pellets at his competitor's thigh. He couldn't help himself.

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The response he got caused a rather petulent look to pass over the blunette’s face, arms lifting to cross over his chest as the blond gave him his back again and a hot flash of anger shot through Sly; He had never been that good at reigning in his temper after all. Hearing the reams of food the blond was ordering he stepped closer so he could glance at the flustered looking stall holder, wondering how such an annoying asshole could stand there and coolly order so much while holding the queue up.

Oh yeah, because he was an asshole — which meant he was likely Caeruleus.

It had been outlined to him that was not to, under no circumstances, start a war on truce land but it was so very difficult to restrain while he was presented with such an opportunity. “Asshole.” Said loudly, arms still over his chest and a deep frown on his face. He waited however, realising that revenge was best dished out at the right moment and a beautiful one was going to present itself to him once that blond idiot was laden down with his buffet.

The second glance only made him level a smirk at him, an eyebrow raising in amusement at his own thoughts — any moment now and he could strike. He waited there, looking rather satisfied with himself until the order was completed with a look of relief from the vendor behind the stall.

That was when he plucked a corndog from the blond’s hand before aiming a kick to the back of his knees. “Cheers.” He called as he wandered off, sticking the tip of the corndog in his mouth so he could start to eat it.

Karma. Totally Karma. Totally not him being an asshole.

Totally.

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"Yeah, you too." Asshole.

After the second glance taken behind his shoulder, Noiz had decided that to entertain any further interactions with the most pressed-for-time man at the entire carnival wouldn't do either of them any favours. Thus, once he had managed to cradle all of his purchases in his arm and against his frame, the teen had been intent on simply leaving, though, once again, the very same asshole who had disrupted his plans not moments ago had done it once again.

The strike taken to the back of his dominant knee saw his weight almost completely go from under him; stumbling forward a few steps and managing to brace himself with one knee on the ground. Snacks had spilled from the safety of his arms, popcorn scattered in front of him and the tray of curly fries fanned out heartrendingly, the candy apple rolling away from him, now covered in dirt and tufts of dry grass as it rolled to a slow halt.

"Oi!" Provoked, Noiz had temporarily forgotten about the enforced truce that blanketed the carnival and all those who attended it, momentarily blinded by an unusual flash of rage as he grabbed at the first thing he could reach to wing at the back of his offender's head. It was a donut, he realised as he watched it bounce off a mop of stupid blue hair, landing on the ground not far from it's target.

Karma. For being a grade A asshole.

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Aoba had had his fair share of fun, now it was his turn. The rides didn’t interest Sly, he dodged around screaming kids with an annoyed look down at the munchkin eye level of whatever child happened to nearly run into his legs — who even wanted to procreate? It just meant more annoyances, more things to grow up to join sides and die in the war. Really, Sly had joined it because it was fun, it was a purpose in a monotonous life of swapping existences with someone far too nice for this world.

He lowered the gun after knocking down the targets at the shooting range, setting it down on the bench with a clank of the chain that had them bolted into the stall — best to be safe than sorry, he guessed. He accepted the small green stuffed rabbit, stared at it and then shoved it into his duffle bag alongside the other prizes he’d won. He zipped it up, concealing the various cheap toys he had no idea what to do with and walked away to find something else to do.

Maybe Hook a duck? Nah, that was lame and just full of plushie prizes and lollipop runner-up prizes. He let his hand rest on his stomach when it gave a rumble and headed over to the food stalls, finding the sickly sweet smell of spinning candyfloss to be what piqued his interest the most and he impatiently joined the line. Candyfloss, he wanted candyfloss and the guy in front of him was taking too much time over not a hell of a lot.

"It’s a queue, not a buffet line. Hurry the fuck up." He grumbled, not bothering to try to be polite as he addressed the blonde.

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"Hah?" It was a halfhearted, lazy sounding noise that was given in response, as the IT tech turned to glance over his shoulder—the strawberry twizzler that he was chewing on hanging from the corner of his lips—at whoever the hell it was behind him with a bee in his bonnet. As he regarded the stranger, Noiz lifted an eyebrow at him before deciding that he had more pressing matters at hand on which to dedicate his attention, namely finishing his order.

The guy behind him could just wait, since that was generally what people did in queues.

With a decision reached, Noiz turned his back to the stranger once more and leaned his elbows against the edge of the stall, returning to his task which had previously been interrupted, "—One candy apple, a cinnamon pretzel, two of those things," he continued, undeterred, motioning towards the freshly fried donuts that were being dusted with sugar. "Some of those squiggly things," Curly fries. "What are those?" he asked next, pointing the rather overwhelmed stall attendant towards the strangely appetising looking things on thin wooden sticks, being informed that they were called 'corn dogs'. "Two corn dogs." That should do. "And a sno kone." It was warm, after all.

Noiz paid for his order before his server went about gathering the mile-long list of foods he had requested, leaving him with a small wait in the meantime, during which he took a second glance over his shoulder to see if the riled dude from before was still sticking it out in the line behind him. He was, surprisingly, though the techie had no time to think too much about it, now faced with the task of gathering and balancing the array of carnival foods in his arms. He'd waited this long, he may as well wait for another minute or so.