Novel & Cerita Paintball Oc

Jimmy only sighs, tugging his lips down in disappointment. Paintball Park is located in a small pine plantation. The ground is dusty and stark. The trees ache for death. A crow circles overhead, making ominous creaking noises. Everyone straggles into a lumpy circle near the gates. A guy in a camouflage Paintball Park coveralls poses like an army sergeant beside Mr. Haymitch. They both have the same tall, grim, retired marine lieutenant body types. Maybe Mr. Haymitch spends his every spare moment here when he’s not in the Academy. They’re brothers in arms. Comrades who’ve seen some seriously painty shit go down in this barren wasteland. I share the joke with Bibah and she elbows me to shut up

He is too fast and he darts out of the way, but not before my round hits him in the shoulder, covering his fur in red paint. The lycan looks at his shoulder and back to me in surprise. Before he can come toward me again I fire another round hitting him in the forehead this time. The paintball bounces roughly off his head. I shot him right between the eyes, he is eliminated. Or at least he should be. Instead of falling to the ground, he continues to barrel toward me. “Okay, Cupcake,” I yell out over his growls. “Are you upset because you got taken down by a fifteen-year-old girl?”

Nickolas gives me a smirk and then looks over to Warrior Osiston. “Why did no one try to stop the trainers from firing on your team?” Warrior Osiston asks. “You all stopped to gawk at the two pairs that were being pulverized by thousands of paintballs. And we each unloaded about a thousand rounds.” He looks pleased with himself and I had to fight an eye roll as I noticed the blue color that is the most prominent color dripping from me happens to match the paint in his gun. He had far too much fun shooting me the jackass.

Tycelyn's POV I wanted to question Kenzal about it but I couldn't as we were divided into different teams by the referees. Paintball was today's activity and we were divided into four colors which are red, blue, white, and black. I was on team white, while Kenzal Ziora and Kreed were on team red as if luck wasn't on my side. "At the end of the time, if you have at least six different colors on you then your team loses and you have to grant the other teams what they want," The referee of the game announced, "May the game begin and may the best team win."

"I can read, wildcat. What is the twist you plan on putting in the game? You did have a goal in mind when you decided to bring me here, didn't you?" Goal? My plan! "Yes! Yes." I started again, trying to recapture the sane, rational side of me by beating the little harlot in me to a pulp. When I was certain that she was back in her cage, I continued. "As you can see, this is a paintball recreation center. When I called earlier, I had the owner make a special arrangement for us. For a small fee you will be paying the company, we have the run of this forest for the next two hours. The forest spans three plots. The game we are playing today is paintballs of course. You fill your gun with paints

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Marc winks at us, and we all giggle. "I appreciate you coming." We walk over to everyone else. Lance is explaining the game to those who have never shot a paintball gun before. "The object of the battle is to capture the opposing teams flag. At the beginning of the game, each team will be given fifteen minutes to hide their flag and quickly strategize. Once the timer goes off the battle will ensue. If you are shot you must go to the penalty box, where you will sit out for five minutes before being allowed to re-enter the arena. You may only fire once at an opposing player unless you miss your target. Once a player has been shot a total of three times...on seperate occasions... they are out.

The summer heat pressed down on Crescent Cove like a heavy fist, even out here on the edge of town. The air shimmered over the dirt car park of Paintball Zone, where a battered tin shed with a neon sign reading THE GUN HUT marked the entrance. The smell of gun oil, hot plastic, and eucalyptus hung thick in the air. Nick and his friends stood in line, tugging at the zippers of their heavy camouflage jumpsuits. Sweat soaked through the fabric almost instantly, sticking it to their skin. The clack and hiss of CO₂ tanks being filled echoed from the firing range nearby.

It's filled with guys I know, so I'm fist bumping and side clapping hands. "Ok." Blade continues. "Check your weapon. These are standard issue air rifles. Your 'clip' holds twenty five Paintballs. Once you're spent, you will need to get some from your team or hunt out more. Only use your color. The only other color you can use is red. We all pulled out our air rifles. One kid fired his accidently, hitting another in the back of the head. The painted kid punched the other kids arm. "Hey!"