Post by youjustlost on Dec 2, 2009 9:26:45 GMT -5
(This segment doesn't really involve the plot of the story that much, but I figured it was a good teaser for it of sorts).Brooks crouched silently behind a particularly wide oak tree, occasionally leaning out cautiously from behind the tree to survey the woods around him. His gun pointed out ahead of him, ready to fire at the first sign of nearby movement. His opponents were good, and he knew that, but he felt like he could beat them if he went about this the right way.
Suddenly, red paint splattered on the tree right next to his face, he himself barely avoiding getting covered with paint as he ducked behind the tree. He rolled quickly between trees, a paint ball flying right over him before he managed to get behind the tree, barely missing his right shoulder.
“Your aim sucks, Bobby!” Brooks grinned lightly as he crouched behind the new tree.
“No it doesn’t! How do you know it was me anyway?” Brooks continued to grin. Though Bobby’s aim was actually better than Brooks’s and almost as good as Patrick’s, at times he tended to be a little slow in thought.Brooks had actually had no idea whether it was Bobby or Patrick who had shot at him until Bobby had spoken. Now he did though, and even had an idea of where his ‘attacker’ was.
“Just a guess.” Brooks quickly jumped into action, quickly but carefully climbing up the tree. He made sure only to use branches that were sturdy enough to hold him, also making sure to remain concealed behind the large tree. It was somewhat difficult while he was carrying a gun, but he managed.
“Come on Brooks! Atleast try to shoot me!” Brooks moved slowly onto a particularly sturdy branch once he was high enough to hopefully avoid being seen, but not to the point where the branches were generally too weak to hold his weight.
Once he was well balanced on the branch, he found a small gap in the foliage, peering out at an angle towards the ground. It wasn’t long before he found Bobby’s hiding space, seeing as how the guy was pretty much a living brick wall. There weren’t exactly a lot of hiding places in the woods that could properly hide a brick wall, especially from above.
“Uh..You still there?” Brooks quickly brought his gun up, making sure that the barrel didn’t stick out of the foliage as he slowly aimed at Bobby’s chest. His finger lay gently on the trigger, ready to fire at any moment.
Suddenly, Brooks felt something slam into his right shoulder, a somewhat intense stinging feeling following the impact. His shoulder splattered with purple paint as, knocked off balance by the impact, Brooks tumbled off of the branch, crashing down towards the ground below.
Suddenly, red paint splattered on the tree right next to his face, he himself barely avoiding getting covered with paint as he ducked behind the tree. He rolled quickly between trees, a paint ball flying right over him before he managed to get behind the tree, barely missing his right shoulder.
“Your aim sucks, Bobby!” Brooks grinned lightly as he crouched behind the new tree.
“No it doesn’t! How do you know it was me anyway?” Brooks continued to grin. Though Bobby’s aim was actually better than Brooks’s and almost as good as Patrick’s, at times he tended to be a little slow in thought.Brooks had actually had no idea whether it was Bobby or Patrick who had shot at him until Bobby had spoken. Now he did though, and even had an idea of where his ‘attacker’ was.
“Just a guess.” Brooks quickly jumped into action, quickly but carefully climbing up the tree. He made sure only to use branches that were sturdy enough to hold him, also making sure to remain concealed behind the large tree. It was somewhat difficult while he was carrying a gun, but he managed.
“Come on Brooks! Atleast try to shoot me!” Brooks moved slowly onto a particularly sturdy branch once he was high enough to hopefully avoid being seen, but not to the point where the branches were generally too weak to hold his weight.
Once he was well balanced on the branch, he found a small gap in the foliage, peering out at an angle towards the ground. It wasn’t long before he found Bobby’s hiding space, seeing as how the guy was pretty much a living brick wall. There weren’t exactly a lot of hiding places in the woods that could properly hide a brick wall, especially from above.
“Uh..You still there?” Brooks quickly brought his gun up, making sure that the barrel didn’t stick out of the foliage as he slowly aimed at Bobby’s chest. His finger lay gently on the trigger, ready to fire at any moment.
Suddenly, Brooks felt something slam into his right shoulder, a somewhat intense stinging feeling following the impact. His shoulder splattered with purple paint as, knocked off balance by the impact, Brooks tumbled off of the branch, crashing down towards the ground below.