volginswaifu: (the fuck?)
Major Ivan Raikov ([personal profile] volginswaifu) wrote2010-09-04 07:21 pm

FISSIONMAILED: That better be paint and not what I think it is.

[Ivan was relaxing in one of the outdoor rooms. The sun shining, a cool breeze blowing through his hair. A stash of snackcakes by his side...


...and a sniper positioned on an adjacent cliffside several hundred feet away.]

[identity profile] gameboy-sniper.livejournal.com 2010-09-22 08:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh but I feel victorious~]

HAAAHAHAHAHAAHA!

[identity profile] volginswaifu.livejournal.com 2010-09-23 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
[IS GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU WHEN HE GETS UP THERE...AFTER HE GETS PAINT OUT OF HIS EYES, BRB.

Ivan stumbles off behind a bush to clean up.]

[identity profile] gameboy-sniper.livejournal.com 2010-09-23 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
[LOVE YOU TOO, RAIKOC. 83c]

[Pierre pelts the bush with paintballs as he waits for you to come back out.]

[identity profile] volginswaifu.livejournal.com 2010-09-23 11:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[Once he's finished, he decides to sneak around the other side.

He hides behind another tree and it is then he spots his salvation--a moving flight of stairs embedded into the cliff side. Ivan steps on and rides the stairway to heaven.

Heaven in this case is defined as getting close enough to Pierre to beat him over the head with his own gun.]

SEE, I TOLD YOU I I WOULDN'T DROP IT even though it took 5 days hush

[identity profile] gameboy-sniper.livejournal.com 2010-09-29 07:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[WHY IS THERE AN ESCALATOR ON A CLIFF SIDE?]

[Well, we'll see how close you get when Pierre moves to a different spot so he can get a better shot.]

yaaaaaaaaay :D

[identity profile] volginswaifu.livejournal.com 2010-09-30 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
[WHY THE HELL NOT?]

[Ivan just casually stands there.

Out in the open except when he passes behind a tree or large rock.]

:C

[identity profile] volginswaifu.livejournal.com 2010-09-30 09:01 pm (UTC)(link)
AUGGHH!

[HITS THE GROUND (OR THE STAIRS, IN THE CASE)]

phone tag hurp

[identity profile] volginswaifu.livejournal.com 2010-10-01 03:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[He's learned his lesson now, so he stays low, whiping paint off his face.]

...you just wait...

[Ivan was going to shove that rifle so far up your ass paintballs are going to come out of your mouth.]

[identity profile] volginswaifu.livejournal.com 2010-10-02 10:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[Within 5 minutes Ivan has made it to the top--now...to find Pierre. He steps off the escalator and ducks behind a nearby rock.]

... [Peeks around corner.]

[identity profile] gameboy-sniper.livejournal.com 2010-10-05 06:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[~IS NOT THERE~]

[SO SAD]

[SO SAD PIERRE'S SMILING]

[identity profile] volginswaifu.livejournal.com 2010-10-06 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
Shit, where did he go?

[Ivan began to creepy closer, trying his best to stay under cover and hidden.]

[identity profile] gameboy-sniper.livejournal.com 2010-10-08 07:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[YOU CANNOT HIDE FROM THE EYES OF A HAWK.]

[Or a Pierre for that matter.]

[identity profile] volginswaifu.livejournal.com 2010-10-09 05:42 am (UTC)(link)
[YEAH, WELL HE CAN DAMN WELL TRY.]

[Ivan continues his sneaking, getting progressively closer to Pierre's hideout.]

[identity profile] gameboy-sniper.livejournal.com 2010-10-14 08:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[CAN YOU FIND IT? CAN YOU?]

[identity profile] volginswaifu.livejournal.com 2010-10-15 03:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[YES HE CAN.

IN FACT HE WILL.

AND DOES. OR AT LEAST HE'S PRETTY SURE IT IS.]

... [SNEAK SNEAKS CLOOOOSER--]

[identity profile] volginswaifu.livejournal.com 2010-10-16 05:32 am (UTC)(link)
[TRIES TO TACKLE ONCE HE'S CLOSE ENOUGH.]

[identity profile] gameboy-sniper.livejournal.com 2010-10-16 05:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[YOU VODKA SOAKED BITCH.]

AHH!

[identity profile] volginswaifu.livejournal.com 2010-10-16 07:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[GOING TO GRAPPLE FOR THAT FUCKING SNIPER RIFLE.]

[identity profile] gameboy-sniper.livejournal.com 2010-10-16 07:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[NO IT'S MINE I FOUND IIIIIIT]

[identity profile] volginswaifu.livejournal.com 2010-10-16 07:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[GOING TO STEAL IT AND BEAT THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF YOU WITH IT.

PULL, YANK.]