fh_trips | Girls With Guns trip [Monday afternoon]

Triela took a slow look around the central atrium where the portal dropped them off and frowned to herself a bit. The place looked... different from the last time they'd been here. After a moment she shrugged dismissively. It had been nearly a month, and things changed. Besides, it wasn't that much different. A little bit more run-down than before, but it sort of was an abandoned mall. No on was paying to keep the place nice.

Anyway, there was paintball to play!

She gave everyone some time to mingle and get the socializing out of their system. After a bit she caught Algren's eye and nodded. "Okay people," she raised her voice, "here's how it's going to work. Most of you have been assigned a partner. When I read the list you should grab a gun, a mask, and some ammo and find your partner. Check each other to make sure your masks are secure because we don't want anyone losing an eye."

"When I give the signal you'll have a five minute grace period. No one shoot during those five minutes so you've got time to get some cover. Once those five minutes are up, it's open season. We'll meet back here in," she paused and checked her watch, "one hour to catch the portal home. Don't be late. Now listen up because here are your partners:

Algren and Sokka
Helen and Turtle
Naomi and Lion-o
Dinah and K-Mart
Agnes and Momoko
Dojima and Romeo

"If I didn't call your name then you're on your own." She grinned. "Good luck with that."

"Any questions?" Triela paused just long enough to look around and catch everyone's eye. "Your five minutes starts now."

[Quick OOC note: just remember that no one gets bitten on this trip, so keep that in mind with your pings. Up early for time zones, and OCD ~~on the way~~ is here! Get to it!]

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Triela stepped smoothly past Algren, bringing her own axe around in a horizontal arc. "Why?" she asked tartly, "Not having fun so far?"

She darted a glance toward the entrance. They had what they came for, now they needed to go find the others. But she was waiting for Algren to say so.

Old habits and all that.

"The time of my life," Algren lied, heaving his axe back and then bringing it down in a sweeping arc toward the zombie's face.

He'd give the order to leave when he knew this hulking thing wasn't going to follow.

The zombie started snapping in half from Triela's blow, the damage to its bloated stomach causing the spine to crack under the redistribute weight. Algren's blow bashed right through the skull, the force sending reverberations throughout the already damaged spine. It fell with a sickening splatter, viscera and gore wafting out of the thing in a wave of rotten innards.

Triela made a face as she jumped back but failed to avoid the spatter. "Yuck. I'm going to have to burn this suit."

Which was too bad. She really liked this one.

Algren didn't seem too terribly bothered by the mess in his own clothing.

Really, it gave him an excuse to go shopping if they survived this.

"Burn it later. Run, now."

Algren was going to do just that, making his way out of the hardware store and hoping no other creatures were going to show up on the way.

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