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Gunfight U
Well, now introductions are outta the way, the conversation got a whole lot easier. Michael relaxed his posture, his speech pattern becoming faster paced, and less forced. "Ehhh, so if we get it in the leg we hobble around like Emil in robocop? Sounds fun to me man ;b-b-but wait a second, how's melee gonna work?" Michael didn't catch on too quick to that one, as he was thinking of the stereotypical fps gun-smack that's prevalent in those works. " I don't think melee's a good idea, y'know, I'm kinda a hard hitter man, you know what I mean?" He chuckled. "Ben Field woulda told you that one if he wasn't too afraid of admittin' a faggot knocked him on his ass." Of course, that fight wasn't nearly as one-sided as Michael had told, rather it was slamming each other into the bathroom stalls, and swinging their arms violently at each other's faces until a teacher heard the ruckus and sent them both home for a week. No one really won or had the upper hand in it.

Before Michael could get too caught up in reminiscing the highlights of last year, common sense slapped him in the face like it should have before he made the stupid questions. "Oh yeah, don' we like, ehhh jus' say, 'surrender' or 'bang bang' or some shit if we're behind them, an' we don' feel like shootin' 'em up point blank? Coz' in da youtube vids I watched, most of' 'em did that shit, unless the fucker cheated of course; then they jus' lit 'em up, eheheheh." And he rewarded himself with another stupid question. Goddamn he was good at saying stupid shit. Michael quickly changed the subject, maybe he just wasn't that good at talking to new people.

'But uhh yeah, I invited 'D earlier, but Iunno if he's gonna show or not, it's your call really. Heh, Maybe he's worried 'dat his dye-job will make 'em an easy target ya' know?" Michael hoped Darius would show up, nothing better than more people pegging each other with bright painful balls of acrylic paint. Were paint balls filled with acrylic? Fuck if Mike knew, he wasn't a goddamn artist. "An' uhhh thanks for da offer, but I brought my own mask, gotta keep my visage fuckin' pretty, ya know." He pulled out a generic black paintball mask out of the bag he brought. " I mean, how else am I gonna kick start my modelin' career, eh?" He waved his eyebrows towards Jonathan.

Michael shrugged again, smiling. "But yeah man, we're ready when you're ready man; hell I been ready all week, you know?" Michael put the paintball mask on, pushing it up over his forehead so it didn't quite cover his face yet. " All on you, man."

Don't Eat the Yellow Snow
"AaAaAAaah! Sonuva bitch!" Michael continued to slip and stumble his way to the car, with all the grace of a hospitalized vegetable on ice. At this point, he left his dignity somewhere five feet behind him, so he just decided to fall on his knees and slide the rest of the way to the car.

The lack of protection Michael had from his torn jeans ensured one hell of a road rash as he reached the car with a thump. He turned around, leaning his back against it to rub his sore, red knees. A combination of a laugh and a groan came from him. "Ahaahaoow fuck man, d-dis fuckin' ice is kickin' my ass more than anyone back at the school ever could, aheh..." He picked up a large wad of snow off the ground, having dropped his previous snowball in the terrible attempt at imitating a penguin with his legs.

He turned around the car to get a better look at Jeremy's cover, only for an explosion of snow to hit right in front of him. Oh shit! He forgot about Nathan! Michael ducked in reflex to the snowball, before standing back up and tossing his snowball towards Nathan. Again he'd toss the ice wad like his life depended on it, still somewhat pissed off from sliding around like a jackass.

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Might be out for this week, will probably be back on saturday. Got a few things to do, and holiday stuff with family.

Don't Eat the Yellow Snow
Michael, realizing he had been spotted,(even though he wasn't really being sneaky in the first place) decided to change his tactic up a bit, and went for a full rush to the car. Michael prepped his snowball for flight as he ran, looking for his targets. While he intended to hit Nathan for being out in the open, he saw Jeremy pop out and lob his snowball towards Jonathan. Michael decided that a non-moving target's easier than a moving target, so he changed his plans accordingly, tossing his arm-propelled ice ball towards Jeremy like a pitcher would toss a baseball. He'd follow through his sprint and toss with a trashy Ric Flair impersonation, before getting cut off by an unforeseen consequence.

"WOOOOo-Ah! AaAh! Ah fuck!" Michael's feet slipped out from under him, his expensive Jordans not coping too well with the snow. He toppled forward, putting his arms in front of him to soften the fall. He didn't want to mess up his face after all, it was his best feature, next to his Man Who Fell to Earth haircut of course. He scrambled to get up, clawing at the ground for some traction, his feet slipping on the ice as he struggled to regain his momentum. He finally managed to push himself forward, scooping up a handful of snow on the way to the car, hoping not to catch a cold wad of frost to the face on route from point A to point B.

Don't Eat the Yellow Snow
"Man, I fuckin' love snow..."
Michael walked through the snow covered streets with Jonathan Gulley, the plan was to go on a quick snack run to the closest Exxon to grab some chips, maybe some mountain dew, and come back to unlock that damn bull run level in Tony Hawk's Pro Skater 2. It would have been quicker had Michael taken his motorcycle or his father's truck, but Michael had never driven on snow, and he wasn't quite sure if there was ice on the road or not, so that left one option. Struttin' it.

Damn, this was an awkward walk though, not much talking. Well, better bring out the bombs. "Dude, I forgot to tell you earlier man, so a couple days ago, I was drivin' to 'da fuckin' gas station, right?" Michael started off pretty well, creating fabricated incidents that sounded real were a good trait of his. Could feed a politician bullshit and they'd believe it. "So, I go in there right, gotta fill up my bike 'an shit, so anyways, earlier on the road, I passed this fuckin' ugly ass Prius up right, revved my engine, y'know, fuckin' wit' 'em."

The story wasn't complete bullshit, he DID pass up a Prius, rev his engine, and throw a "polite" gesture at them involving the center finger of his right hand, but you know, they drove a Prius, they deserve that treatment.

"So this Prius parks right next to me right?"

Now here's the good part. Also known as the part that didn't happen, but Jonathan didn't know that. Or, maybe he did, he wasn't letting him onto it though if he did.

"So the door opens up right, an' this fat ass old bitch walks out, like fuck, she was huge, and coming out of a Prius, you know those damn things are like fuckin' clown cars man, she must'a filled out both front seats or somethin' like, Jesus fuck man!"

Alright, got the hook set up, time to reel it in!

"She fuckin' walks right up ta' me, like fuck, the ground was shakin' I was almost afraid y'know?" "Almost as if I pissed off Tumblr!Carrie or somethin' right?" "So she walks up an'- hold up waidda minute!"
Michael noticed one of his buddies, Darius (Couldn't miss that dye job!) hiding behind a car. Not only that, but two others, Jeremy, and another guy, Nate I think? Michael wasn't sure, but what he was sure of was that his friend Darius, had just lobbed a snowball at the group. "Shit, a good old fashioned snowball fight? Fuck it, count me an' Johnny in I suppose." Mike thought to himself.

He crouched over, picking up a mound of snow, rolling it in his hands. "Two versus one don' seem to fair, eh?" Michael turned to Jonathan. "Why'ehh why don't we ehh, even the odds a lil', ya'know?" Michael moved down to flank the two going for his pal. "Whaddya say, Johnny boy?" He prepared to lob his white ice ball weapon of mass destruction. His only wish is that somebody nearby would start playing "Rise of the Valkries".

RC's uhm V6 relationship thread!
I'm thinking Michael Crowe and Darius Van Dyke could be close buddies, both of them are assholes who are into gaming.
They could also be enemies too if you'd rather have that, I feel as though they'd work well either way.