Compound: Girlfriend or No?

Micah Breed  *Heading towards his quarters after a long and hard workout, he decided to swing by Elise and Tegan's to see if he could catch his mom before the evenings briefings and details started. Feeling particularly charming, he picked up a fully bloomed purple colored flower from the garden area and whistled quietly to himself as he made his way back down and knocked on her door*

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Elise Chase *Setting her kindle down at the sound of the knock on their door, she opened it and smiled wide seeing Micah standing there. She stepped forward and hugged him, pulling him into the room.* To what do I owe this honor?

Micah Breed *Keeping his arm around her shoulders, he smiled back and held out the flower he had chosen* Can't a breed just want to earn some brownie points with the females in his life?

Elise Chase *She snorted lightly as she took the flower and held it to her nose, inhaling the wonderful scent.* Of course a Breed can. Besides I've been meaning to talk to you about something I heard.

Micah Breed *He arced a brow as he took a seat at the table across from her* Have you now? *Smiling when he saw the purple in her eyes go brighter* And what would that be?

Elise Chase *Nodding, she grinned seeing his father's smirk.* Well, a little birdie told me something and I was wondering if it was true.

Micah Breed *He felt a slight hesitation at the direction the conversation was going as he searched the depths of his memory for any sign of a reason a bird would need to speak at all* Well, I'm not so sure I'd trust every feather-mouth I came across, what did this one have to say?

Elise Chase *Leaning back in her chair, she crossed her arms and tilted her head to the side, schooling her features into a stern look.* Oh, just that you have a girlfriend and neglected to tell your mother.

Micah Breed *Choking on the very air he was breathing, his jaw dropped as he stared at her* Me? A girl.. girlfriend? *Quickly recomposing himself to hide the knowledge that she had to be talking about a hot little brunette he'd found who'd somehow managed to become his most preferred host* I'm Breed, mother, I don't have girlfriends

Elise Chase *She narrowed her eyes and leaned forward.* You don't think the Breed have girlfriends? I think you need to have a talk with your father and some of your cousins.

Micah Breed *Avoiding her gaze to save himself the embarrassment. He knew he was caught so now the decisions was should he fess up or not* I can promise you I WILL be talking to my cousins in the near future. One cousin in particular *Barely keeping the growl form his tone* So what was said about this "girlfriend" I supposedly have?

Elise Chase *Shaking her head, she returned to her relaxed position.* Now you really don't expect me to give up my sources, do you? But I was told you have been spending a lot of time with her and it was time for me to meet her

Micah Breed *He felt the blood drain from his face completely. Keep it together, Micah, you're a god damn warrior. He leaned forward slightly to rest his elbows on the table* Well I gotta eat, don't I? *he watched her eyes and hoped like hell she couldn't see what he really thought of his little female*

Elise Chase *Watching his reaction closely, she noticed the flash of amber but decided to give him his space. She reached forward and covered his hand with her own.* Sweetie, yes you need to feed. Just promise me that I won't be the last person to find out if you do find one.

Micah Breed *Looking back up at the face that had cared for him his entire life, he gave a slight half smirk, half smile and nodded. He knew she'd read him like a book and was letting him find his own way to tell it. He was grateful she understood and was equally sure he would be the end of Aric as soon as he got his hands on that little birdie* She's just a host, mom, but I seem to be fond of her *He smiled again and hoped like hell his body's reactions to the thought of her were hidden by the table*

Elise Chase Good, that is exactly what I wanted to hear. You are way too young. You need to enjoy life. Now, I need some ideas from you. *Knowing she had gotten more than she expected, she decided to change the subject.* Christmas presents,

Micah Breed *letting out a deep laugh, he scrubbed a hand over his face and readjusted his hat* You know I like my cars, Mom

Elise Chase *Rolling her eyes, she laughed.* I know. I was thinking of going all out this year for Christmas since it has been a few years, plus you are home. So I'm taking that as a yes that you will help me. *Seeing his look of horror, she laughed harder but refused to let him get out of it.* That settles it. I'll speak to Lucan and ensure you have the time off I need. He owes me you know. *His eyes widened and she changed the subject on him again, not giving him time to protest. She loved his spontaneous visits and liked to keep him in his toes. Enjoying the time, they talked more and his unease went away as the topics changed. How much she loved her son was indescribable.*

Status: Elise

Elise Chase

October 10, 2015 · 

*Laying on the couch, she closed her eyes and listened to the sounds around her. No voices, but the silence was just as deafening at times. The soundproof walls allowed very little through and tonight she wished for the noise of her children. To hug Camden one more time and straighten his collar or dress him up for Halloween. She sighed thinking about her Micah. He was such a delight for her. She smiled a little at the memories of dressing him up. Opening her eyes, the smile left her as she stared at the emptiness of their quarters. Today, the silence only reminded her of everything she had lost. The sad times were rare these days, but not today. Not the fall. Not the cooler weather. They were all reminders. She sat up quickly and hugged the pillow, the tears falling despite her resistance. Yeah, today was not the day.*

{Breed War Games 2015} Part 3

Jax Breed

 a wire and hit the next dummy before stabbing it through the neck. He was making good progress he thought when he heard the whoosh of air and ducked out of the way as a dummy swung an inch from his body. * Mother fucking fuck! * He stabbed that one twice just because and moved past the last of the wire.* Really guys? Goddammit. * The Jacobs ladder was before him. A shit ton of mud waiting for him if he fell off the cursed thing. With a shake of his head he started his climb, wobbling and cussing. Teetering to the left, he righted himself and froze for a moment. Once steady he continued to the top and stopped. * A zip line? Hells bells you guys went all out. * Looking around, making sure nothing as going to swing out and chop his head off, Jax grabbed the handles for the zip line and flew down to the platform below. Before him now was a pool with various stones to use to cross it. Squatting he wiped the sweat from his face and scrutinized the situation. If he fell in, he'd have to start over, he'd be pissed and probably fuck up and fall into the mud. But, if he made it, he could send his teammate on. Standing, he took the first step, felt the stone shift and went for the next. Twice he had to windmill his arms to keep from falling in. Every step he was cursing a blue streak as he slipped and wobbled, hopped and jumped from stone to stone. When he reached the other side he turned back to the pool and flipped it off. Like the pool or the course gave a shit but, it made him feel better. Now to get Rafe going on the next challenge. *

• Rafe Malebranche *I took a deep breath, as I heard Jax race towards me. Sitting down at the table, my blindfold firmly in place, I put my hands on the table, feeling each piece. I knew I had to move fast, and immediately began organizing everything before me into 3 separate piles. Damn, I hated working with such little pieces. Picking the gun pile right in front of me I began putting it together. Damn, there were a hell of a lot of pieces.
  I growled as I put what I thought was the final piece in and ran my hands over the gun. I raised it up, pretending to take aim and swore softly, realizing that I hadn't put it together right. I put it back down on the table, taking the entire thing apart, and tried again, only to hear a piece fall on the floor. I swore loudly and reached down, feeling around for it. Finding it, I put the gun back together and raised it again, to take aim. There. Perfect.
  Loading the gun with the needed paintballs, I stood and turned to where I knew Jax stood* Let's get this going. Where's the target? *Listening to his directions, I pointed the gun where he told me. I was ready for this, I knew we'd take this without problems.*
  
  Jax Breed Alright Rafe. 10 degrees up and 5 to the right and that's your target. * Jax looked over Rafe's shoulder and when he was sure he was aimed at the right box he gave him the signal to fire. Smirking, he thought a little loud music shouldn't bother Rafe at all. He clapped Rafe on the back when he made his shot.* I know you like music so, enjoy bro.
  
  Rafe Malebranche *I did my best not to jump at the loud music and went to work on the second gun. I growled, as the pieces became smaller, more intricate and growled under my breath* I'm gonna shoot whoever chose these guns in the ass. *Fortunately, I didn't drop anything this time and managed to get the gun together in just the first try. I loaded it fast, and turned my blindfolded head to Jax,* Let's do this.
  
  Jax Breed Rafe. 15 degrees to the left, 10 up. *Jax narrowed his eyes making sure where Rafe's next shot would land. He couldn't hide the humor in his voice when he gave him the go ahead to fire.* Wet tee shirt contest, here we come.
  
  Jax Breed *Jax laughed as they were both drenched with water and he would make sure Rafe hit the box marked wind this time. He marveled as Rafe put the firearm together this time and clapped him on the back. When Rafe aimed the gun, Jax directed his aim looking over his shoulder the whole time. * At your 9 o'clock, 20 degrees down. We should have enough wind to dry us out. *He gave his friend the signal and Rafe fired.*
  
  Rafe Malebranche *I grinned as I took aim and shot, the wind hitting us and drying us off quickly. I tore the blindfold off and ginned at Jax* Damn.... that was interesting. Thanks for all your help Bro. *I took a deep breath* Julian better be ready for whatever's next cuz it sure as hell won't be a walk in the park.

  
  
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  Micah Breed *Hearing the last shot of the weapons challenge being fired, his eyes began to search the horizon for the sight of his teammate Rafe. Smirking when Rafe ran up to meet him, he quickly turned to Jax and nodded to let him know it was time to move to the two separate entries for the next challenge. Scrolling through his tablet, he efficiently located the IP address for the computer system running the security locks on the two doors and started typing an override command that would allow them to access the building. Synching his tablet to Jax's, he pressed the button on his comm* Ready, access in 3....2....1.... *Pressing the button to give the command, he smiled in satisfaction as he heard the facility unlock itself from within, confirming that he and Jax had the precision timing required to open the doors* Well done, Jax, we're past the first obstacle *Turning to Rafe, he nodded* Ok Boy-O go get that alarm down so we can get in and kick some ass.
  
  Rafe Malebranche *I grinned at Micah and tore open the alarm's case. I was damned glad Gideon had trained me on how to take care of things like this. Finding the right wires, I took one end of the yellow and red wires out, twisting them together to keep them out of the way. The timer that was in the corner kept counting down, and the ticking was getting on my nerves. Even with all of my experience in the field, this was starting to get to me. Finding the blue wire I pulled it out, only to see that the counter kept counting, and that the system was still live.* F*CK!!! *I tried again, only to fail a second time. I growled and finally punched my fist through all of the casing. The counter stopped immediately and somehow I knew the alarm system was down. I turned to Micah and grinned* You're good to go Bro!!!! Let's show them what we're made of!
  
  Micah Breed *Taking off into the facility, he came to a long and narrow hallway where a series of lights were sweeping back and forth as if on patrol for anything and everything out of the ordinary. Thinking to himself that they must be motion detectors, he pressed himself against the wall and narrowly side-stepped one of the wide white ovals as it slid across the floor in front of him* Damn, that was close *Taking a long stride across the space, he dodges another moving oval and finally makes his way to the end of the hallway and up the stairs* Jesus Age Christ, are you kidding me?! *Looking down the hallway at the top of the stairs, he saw room after room that he was sure to have to look through. Starting with the right side, he went in a systematic order of back and forth till he reached about half way down the hall of empty rooms to find one that had a box bolted to the floor and a sign that read "Get Ready to Scramble" on it* What the hell? *Moving cautiously to the box, he lifted the lid and stared, dumbfounded at the pile of eggs that were tucked inside* Eggs? Fucking EGGS?? *Turning his head as the sound of metal clanging shut behind him told him that his plans of escaping back the way he came would now have to be rethought* Damn it, really?! *He looked back down at the box and saw a second note that read "All must survive"* Fucking eggs?! *Giving a slight growl, he hoisted the eggs out of the box and did his best to tuck each one into a safe place within his fatigue pockets and empty holsters* I feel like an early Colonel Sanders *Slowly surveying the room, he turned to see that the door he had come through was now completely bared off and that the only other access point to the room was the window leading to the roof* This couldn't get any better now, could it... *Moving as carefully as possible, he took a step towards the window and froze dead still when the toe of his boot almost crossed a thin beam of red light indicating that there were now lasers spanning the room he was currently standing in. He took a deep breath* I suppose I deserved that. *Setting his sights on the wall and the floor around him, he "danced" his way over, under and around the little red dots till, after what seemed like forever, he finally made his way out the window and onto the roof* Son of a Bitch! *Peering over the edge, he quickly realized that if he jumped to the ground from the height he was at, all the eggs would likely shatter instantly in his pockets so he lowered his ass to the roof and slid himself towards the corner of the house where he knew there'd have to be a rain gutter with a spout of some kind. Feeling below the eaves with his hand, he gave a confident smirk as his fingers felt the edge of the long, metal tubing that was meant to lead the water away from the roof and back to the ground. Sliding his legs over the edge of the roof, he gently lowered himself onto the spout and slid down to safety with all ten eggs still in one piece* There, that wasn't so bad *Taking off at a full sprint, he and Rafe hurried to meet up with Nathan who was surely waiting less than patiently at the start of the next challenge*

  
  
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  Nathan Bishop -Moving up to the entrance to the warehouse, I motion for Jax to go to the right while I stay to the left. I look toward Micah as he comes up behind me- Keep those eggs safe, got it? -he nods and we all head inside the dark space, keeping low to the ground as with any mission. Immediately, smoke bombs begin to detonate. I growl out a warning to Micah as we proceed with caution. Micah's curse has me turning quickly to find him being splattered with paint. He looks a bit comical, but due to the seriousness of this situation, I send him a warning look. He shrugs and I turn back to the front, proceeding down a hallway. More mine fields of paint go off in tandem as I sidestep all but one. No way in hell is Mira going to win this.. -
  
  Micah Breed *Giving a shake of his head to clear the dust and paint chips of the last mine explosion set off by Nathan's footsteps, he carefully checked all his pockets and holsters and gave his captain a thumbs up sign to let him know the eggs were still ok. Nodding at the return hand signal, he and Rafe split off from Nathan and Jax and headed into a large room on the other side of the minefield* What the hell is that thing? *Both warriors stood still a moment as a small panel slid open to reveal a screen that rested atop a large hole-ridden metal box. Cutting a glance to Rafe, the both growled out curses as the small screen started a count down that looked to be ten minutes at most* Son of a bitch! That can't be what I think it is *Rafe slid to his knees in front of the box and started pulling at the panels till he came across a keypad* "Shit!" *Moving to join him, he looked at the numbers and swore again as he pulled out his comm* Nathan, we got a problem. We need you to find us some sort of shut-off code. Those assholes gave us a mother fuckin bomb to deal with.
  
  Nathan Bishop -I stop in my tracks, along with Jax, as we both hear Micah's words- Fuck! Move it, Jax. Let's find that code. It's got to be hear somewhere -speaking into the comm - "On it, Micah". We enter a room at the end of the hall filled with balloons, nailed to the ceiling- What the hell? Who came up with this shit? -I look back at Jax and he shakes his head- Keep alert -I pull out a blade and pop one of the balloons, growling as I get bombarded with what feels and smells like glue. I hear Jax chuckle and look over my shoulder to glare at him as he punctures a balloon of his own, being splattered with another gooey substance. The more balloons we pop, the messier we become. Our visual field becomes unclear as we continue on. The last balloon is popped and a metal piece falls out. I grab it up off the floor and turn it over. I see the code and immediately hit my comm- Micah, code # is 07734. I repeat, 07734. -he acknowledges in the affirmative. -Moving out of the room, we enter another hallway. Bombs of ink begin going off as my foot hits a wire. I barely have time to think, but I put on some Breed speed, flipping over the wire and coming to a rolling stop as I miss the most of the paint that is dropped down on my head. I look down at my hands which are glowing in the dark now and I shake my head, growling low. Jax trips another wire and more paint falls from above. We move down the hall, slipping and sliding in all the muck, coming to a locked door. I radio into Micah our location.-
  
  Micah Breed *Nodding as he listened to his captain relay the code over the comm, he met Rafe's confused look with an arced brow as the comm soon began to explode with a variety of swearing and damning of all shapes and sizes* Well. Sounds like they're having a blast *he quickly knelt to the ground beside his teammate* Now lets get this code in there before we end up with one of our own *Pressing the buttons on the keypad, he and Rafe both held their breath for a moment as the last number of the code was pressed and the countdown came to a halt as the panels slid closed again and a clicking noise could be heard from down the hall* Hey Nate... I think we just unlocked your door, Man. Take a look.
  
  Nathan Bishop -I hear the click of the lock and slowly open the door, not knowing what the hell to expect this time. As the door opens up, I do a double take at the unexpected sight of an extremely large teddy bear in the middle of the room. Walking slowly toward it, I keep an eye on out for any more bombs. As I get closer to the bear, I see that it is locked in place. I reach out for it and a recording pipes out - "Take me to Niko". Letting out a breath, I look around the room and spot a pool of... more goo. I see a key in the bottom of it. Removing my boots, I dive into the pool and realize it's jello. Retrieving the key, I pull myself back out of the pool. I walk back to the bear, sloshing as I go, the jello and other goo sliding from my body. I unlock the key and grab the bear. Stuffing my feet back into my boots, I leave the warehouse-

  
  
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  Aric Chase Holy hell. *He watches as his team joins him. They hadn't been given much specifics of their challenges but he could see the damage done to his team. Jax and Nathan were covered in an assortment of paint, sand, glue, and both had a greenish glow to them. Nathan had a chain wrapped around his fist attached to a 4 foot teddy bear that he was dragging along behind him like a recalcitrant child. Jax was also sporting a number of fresh scratches. Rafe was soaked through with hair that looked like he had been running his fingers through it, a lot. Micah had paint chips and dust in his hair and big paint splatters everywhere. But it was the smell eminating from Micah that had him worried.*Dude you smell funky, are you ok?*Micah checks his pockets and swears a blue streak about rotten eggs.*Dude, the fuckin eggs are rotten?* well, how many are broken?*At his confirmation of only losing 1 egg they turn together to head for the paintball arena.*

{Breed War Games 2015} Part 1

Dare Thorne *Reaching the arena, I see that there's another challenge that awaits us. We have to scale a damn wall to get in. Oh lovely. And I suppose our gear is on the other side of the fucking wall. And I'm carrying a 4 foot bear that I have to take to Niko. FML. Ok. Here goes nothing. Wrapping the bear's paws around my neck, I begin to scale this wall. Looking down at the the other team members, I holler out, watch this last step - "it's a son of a bitch!". Seeing Rafe gaining on me, I hurry up and drop over the top and down to the ground.*

• Rafe Malebranche *Glad for my Breed strength and speed, I scaled that wall close behind Dare. Dropping down seconds after him, I ran towards the guns, grabbing enough for the entire team. Handing them off quickly, I quickly found a spot to hide behind, and attempt to sniper off the other team. It was too bad that they all seemed to have the same idea and had found hiding spots too*

  
  
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  Kade Maguire *Watching carefully through my scope from my vantage point, I gave a loud laughing growl as the younger warriors spread out across the arena below us like ants at a picnic. Loading my neon green paintballs, I peppered the ground at their feet as they started to make their way through the obstacles* Dance my little peppermints, Dance *Chuckling as I load another set of 100, I start tracking the lucky few who seemed to be glowing as the swerved and darted between the trees, rocks and various shrubberies*

  
  
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  Julian Webb *Quickly loading the paint cartridge he put too much pressure on the device. Paint exploding in his face* AHHH DAMM!! Prop malfunction!

  
  
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  Jax Breed * Jax ducked behind a tree as the ground in front of him is littered with green paint. Cursing, he scanned the area to find a place to run to. The pause in fire was welcomed as he ran across the field and dove behind a bush. His gun at the ready, he moved, weaving in and around trees, listening as paintballs once again began whizzing through the air aimed no doubt for him and the other players.*

  
  
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  Brock Breed *snickering at the youngsters running like cockroaches in the light, I grab some of Kade's neon green paintballs, load up, and let 'er rip in a long volley of fire. It's like taking candy from a baby, since most of them were glowing in the dark from the paint bombs in the prior challenges. Hitting Dare directly in the chest - shouting "SCORE"!!*

  
  
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  Torin Matthews *Running across the arena, he hit the deck as paintballs whizzed by his head. Getting up, he quickly scanned the area looking for the flag* BLUE FLAG UP AHEAD. *Doing a tuck and roll move, he took aim with his gun, his eyes on the flag*

  
  
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  Micah Breed *Turning his head as some movement caught the corner of his eye, he smirked from behind the crumbling wall as he rested his gun on the edge and took aim at Torin's "sling-o-eggs"* This is too easy *knowing his team's eggs were safe inside the teddy bear, he let out his breath and triggered off 5 rounds that left a trail of splattered paint along the wall besides Torin's head, causing him to spin in an evasive mood and crack a few of his eggs against the wall as he escaped* Score one for the hometeam.

  
  
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  Kellan Archer *I hear Tor saying he had located the flag. Scanning for Mira's location I plot the quickest way to get her near the flag. I know she must be pissed up that her suit was slowing her down... I have noticed we are under fire from above as well as from the other players. The Elders must be on this game too. I quickly move towards Mira fanning out my gunfire*

  
  
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  Niko Breed Hiding in my tree that I've made the leaves thicker trying hard not to laugh at the expression on their faces. Trying so desparately to avoid being hit. My gun already cocked and loaded with some of the finest of red balls. When these fuckers are shot they'll look like they're bleeding. Kellan comes into view. Bringing him into focus popping off six rounds. Each shot landing square in his crotch.* Bulls eye motherfucker....

  
  
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  Aric Chase *He watches as Kellan goes down and knowing that Torin has cracked a few of their team's eggs, he gives a whoop of momentary triumph befores sliding under a fallen log and rolling down a hill to find himself laying a few feet away from Nathan* Hey, do you have any idea where that fucking flag is? *scanning the area around them, he catches a glimpse of something in the distance and elbows Nathan to get his attention* Do you see what I'm seeing?

  
  
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  Mira Nicholas-Archer *As soon as I land on the dirt, I throw on the stupid gear that ONLY I have to wear as quickly as possible...it was going to slow me down but it would not stop me from showing them who is boss. Before I grab my gun, with purple pelts of course, I ensure my hot pink flag is hidden in my front pocket, with only a small portion showing. If one of them even tried to grab it, there would be consequences. Once I have my gun, I set off in a sprint...firing my paintball gun in all directions* Take that, suckers! *Running in a serpentine pattern proves to be the smartest move I could possibly make* Nice shooting skills! *I yell as their paintballs splatter on the ground all around me, missing me spectacularly. Ahead, I see my mate searching me out...I knew it was hard for him to let me be a warrior, but this is what I had trained for, this is who I was and nothing would change that. As I continued toward him, I saw my father...* Damn it, daddy... *shooting my mate in the crotch with a satisfied look on his face...I would have a talk with him later, but right now my focus needed to be on the task at hand.* Sorry, baby! I'll win for you! *I yelled out again as I ran past my mate and toward Torin* I see the flag! *I jump on his back, turning slightly to pick off all of Nathan's team gaining on us* Run!!

  
  
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  Nathan Bishop -Over the wall, I grab up a weapon and start running, scanning the field as I go. I spot Mira's Hot Pink flag within seconds and begin working my way toward it, dodging flying paint balls as I go. I slide behind a bush as one barely misses my head. Peeking around, I take aim, but miss my target. Up and running again, I get a little bit closer to the flag. As Aric rolls into my path, I give him a nod...- Yeah, I see it. -I take off running again as I hear Mira's voice-

  
  
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  Dare Thorne *grumbling and rubbing the sting where I was hit by the paintball, I was pissed at being relegated to be one of the "walking dead". To make up for it, I sneak around the trees, rubbing dirt on myself to mask the glow in the dark paint, and sneak up behind Kade and Brock making zombie noises.*

  
  
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  Rafe Malebranche *I chuckled to myself, my uncles sure had awesome aim. Spotting Aric and Nate, and making eye contact, I nodded that I'd cover them, and looked to see who else I could pick off. It seemed like there weren't that many left from Mira's team, and I wasn't about t waste amo on the "spectators". Seeing that Mira was ready to go after our flag, I made a break for it and went after her. Making sure to not be seen. Damn that female could run. Her father had trained her too well*

  
  
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  Kade Maguire *Watching the events unfold below, I grin and sight my scope again as the members of each team started dropping like flies. Lifting my head a moment, I turn to Brock to signal that I hear something and we both turn our heads and to see a dirty, bedraggled figure numbly stomping in our direction* HOLY FUCKING HELL *Jumping off the ground, my finger jerks the trigger, sending a spray of green paintballs right over the red ones covering Kellan's groin and up accords Jax's chest* IT'S THE MOTHER FUCKING ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE *spinning my gun around, I manage to let off a few more shots, tagging Brock in the thigh and Dare in the hip* Oops

  
  
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  Jax Breed * From his vantage point he could see Mira and Torin. Just as Jax moved to shoot them and take Mira and her flag he heard someone scream ' HOLY FUCKING HELL' and was shot several times across the chest. Looking down at himself, he let out a tapestry of curses and headed off the field. Kellan and the others that had been "killed" were there and when Kellan smirked at him, Jax shot him twice in the crotch with bright yellow paintballs. Laughing as he leaned against a tree to watch the rest of the action on the field.*
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  Brock Breed *trying to regain control after the "zombie attack" and resulting hysteria, I trained my sights on the remaining warriors. Taking careful aim, I squeezed the trigger several times in rapid succession, making a circle pattern on Micah's chest. Got him! Turning around and laughing at Kade, I join the others in taking potshots at Kellan's crotch.*

  
  
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  Torin Matthews *Hooking his arms around Mira's knees, he took off running. Using his breed speed, he weaved through the area. Acting as a sniper, Mira covered both of them as he ran. * Almost there Cap. Hang in with me.

  
  
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  Micah Breed *Feeling the slam of paintballs against his chest, he doubled over for a moment and swore between his fangs* Shit, that hurts like hell *Looking up into the trees, he caught a glimpse of his two crazy-ass uncles and he sent them each a middle finger salute. Turning to leave the playing field, he jogged a few paces before being run clean over by a sprinting Torin, sending all three warriors to the ground in a flailing 
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  Kellan Archer *I had been shot several times so somebody must be trying to make a statement. I shrug, not really caring about anybody's issues. Besides, a couple of paintballs shots where nothing to a Breed. My plans for tonight will be unaltered. Without any sign of frustration whatsoever, I calmly stand up and walk to the sidelines to follow the developments*

  
  
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  Niko Breed *Seeing the look of fustration on Kell's face as he walks off. Smirking to myself. Maybe his hands wont be on my litte girl tonight. I really did feel a little bad for the guy...well maybe not.*

  
  
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  Aric Chase *he runs interference for Nathan as they make their way across the field. Paint balls are flying in every direction. They come around a large bush and see Mira, Torin, and Micah, sprawled on the ground swearing. He spots a slip of pink in Mira's pocket and quickly pulls out her flag.* Thanks Doll, made that kind of easy for us. *turning, he reaches to hand the flag to Nathan.*

  
  
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  Mira Nicholas-Archer *As soon as Aric pulls the flag from my front pocket, I know it's over...but the warrior in me does not plan on going down that easily. In the few seconds after Aric and Nathan both think they're golden, before Aric actually hands the flag over, I aim my gun and fire. Shooting both breeds in the center of the chest in quick succession. They both look down at the purple splatter on their chests and even though all of us think they won, I get up off the ground and grab the blue flag from Nathan's back pocket...* Thank you! *and walk away*

  
  
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  Nathan Bishop -I look down at the purple splatter on my chest and scowl at Mira, aiming my own gun at her retreating ass, pulling the trigger and dousing her with my bright green paint. She squeals and turns to look at me, her jaw dropping. She has my flag in her hand, but I have her flag in mine. A smile spreads across my face as I put on Breed speed, racing for the finish line, leaving her to eat my dust.-