all the boys who the dance floor didn't love

[culver]

WHO: General Nill, General Damian, & everybody who signed up or just wants to come.
WHERE: Central Park.
WHEN: 7 December, 10 AM - sometime Saturday or Sunday.
WARNINGS: WHO KNOWS.
SUMMARY: Damian told Nill she wasn't prepared for war, and she's determined to show him differently.
FORMAT: Quick to start, but do whateva you want.



[The field is huge, without cover, and blanketed in snow. To anyone passing by before ten in the morning, it looks serene and beautiful. But as soon as the clock strikes that special hour, two imports with something to prove take to the field to shake hands and wish each other the best. In what?

Snow war.

Pick your side or make your own side, take prisoners or show no mercy; this is more or less a free-for-all. Who will be victorious? Nobody has a clue. As long as Damian gets whapped in the face by at least one snowball, everything will end up just fine.

Team suggestions are just that: suggestions. If you want your character to defect, start their own team, etc. please feel free! And start any new thread headers you want, these were just some Hallie suggested. Have fun!]

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[allbloodyhail]

SPIKE DON'T CURR ABOUT ANY CHEATING HE'S GOING TO NAIL YOU UPSIDE YOUR FACE FROM BEHIND A TREE. YEAH.

LMFAO ILU

[jupiterson]

Oh, crap! Suddenly the back of his head is covered in snowball, and he looks around for a culprit. It takes him a minute.

And then...

"I see you, Spike!"

He runs towards the tree with snowballs in either hand. But, that wind that was helping him out is doing a good job of shaking those snow-covered branches in the tree Spike's under...

AINT NO THANG

[allbloodyhail]

Oh shitttttt. Spike is suddenly covered in cold cold snow :( "You bastard!" he curses, but that won't stop him from winging a snowball twice the first one's size aimed for Jason's throat.

[jupiterson]

Jason flicked his hand, controlling the wind and making it turn the snowball around. He wasn't quite fast enough to direct it back at Spike, which meant that some poor unsuspecting someone got a very large snowball in the back of the head.

"Hey there are kids around, you shouldn't swear!" Which he yelled, even though he was only fifteen himself. No, sixteen. Sixteen now. He had to remember that. He scooped up another ball of snow and threw it at Spike.

[allbloodyhail]

"You're a kid!" he shouted back, not that it alleviated him from blame. He shrugged, but then laughed at the misdirected snowball. "Nice aim."

[jupiterson]

“You distracted me! And everyone’s a kid to you, but I’m sure not one!”

He could do better than that. He threw the snowball in his hand, switching the wind again to carry it right towards Spike.

This was…kind of fun. He was maybe enjoying it. Maybe.

[allbloodyhail]

He was too busy laughing to dodge, the snowball catching him deadset in the center of his face. OH :( "Oh, now you're gonna get it!"

[jupiterson]

This was supposed to be serious training.

It's a basic snowball fight. Jason can't even help himself. This is the most fun he's had in weeks.

"You'll have to catch me first!"

At which point he took off, running back towards Damien's fort. Just because he was enjoying it didn't mean there wasn't time for strategy. Maybe he could direct some of that ammunition towards Damian's line...

[allbloodyhail]

Well, shit. Spike stood in Jason's snow-dust for a moment before running after him.

"Get back here you little coward!" This was the most fun Spike had had since... well. A long time. He wasn't usually the fun type.

As evidenced by him tripping over his own boots, and going arse over teakettle into a patch of ice. Ow, his face. "Ow, my face."

[jupiterson]

Coward?! Well that did it, now he was outraged. He turned, intending to grab more snow.

“It’s called strategy, I’m not-“

And then he saw Spike fall, and suddenly it didn’t matter anymore because now he was laughing, and back.

“Hey, are you okay?” Still laughing between words, and trying not to. “You should, um, you should watch out for the ice.” He liked to be helpful at times like this.

[allbloodyhail]

He got up, bleeding from the face and looking miserable. Like a drowned rat tbh. Jason was right for laughing. "Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up while you can, wind boy!" Wind...boy. Spike may have hit his head a little too hard.

[jupiterson]

"Wind boy?" Well, that was a new one. He tried to decide if he liked it better than Sparky. "So what do I call you, Faceplant Man?" With the tone he was using, it almost sounded innocent.

Almost.

[allbloodyhail]

He snorted, then shrugged, helplessly. What could he do, right? "Let's just call it a draw then."

[jupiterson]

Jason grinned. "Yeah, sure, we could do that."

Then the wind picked up again, aiming more snow in Spike's direction.

"But I'm not that good at peacemaking."

[allbloodyhail]

Oh shi-- He dropped down to the ground with pretty impressive reflex, though he hit his head again on the way down. Could vampires get brain damage? It's not like anyone would notice if Spike had it.

"What a coincidence..." But he's already gathering up a snowball, which compacted more like an iceball this close to the water. There was a pond nearby. It was actually amazing Spike hadn't tripped into its icy surface face-first by now. He popped up and flung it at Jason with all his vampire might!!!!

[jupiterson]

Jason was ready for him this time. He grinned and dived to the side, turning head over heels and breaking his fall in the snow. He turned, throwing a hastily gathered snowball in Spike's direction, but it broke up and fell apart halfway towards him.

"Man, I thought that'd work."

Oh well. Jason took off running again, heading close to the frozen water, though not quite running on top of it. He made the wind pick up again, kicking loose snow up from the ground around him.

LMAO WOW THAT ICON IS BEAUTIFUL

[allbloodyhail]

Spike grunts, then flies off after him. He's not even going to bother with snow this time, instead running up alongside Jason and tackling him onto the ice.


Ow. "Ow."

JASON IS TOTALLY ATTRACTIVE DWIT

[jupiterson]

Ow.

Also, this was cold.

He scrambled, trying to get away from Spike who as it turned out was pretty excessively strong, when he became aware of a strange sound beneath him.

It was kind of ominous, in a cracking way. He looked up at Spike in something resembling horror.

"Was that...the ice?"

wow. wow. w o w

[allbloodyhail]

"No?" He stopped moving, kind of hovering on top of Jason for a moment before he attempted to roll away. It would be just his luck if it were the ice, though. "Lay off the twinkies." Fatty :(

ur just jealous of his immense beauty

[jupiterson]

"I haven't eaten a twinkie since-"

Jason cut his outrage off when another, louder crack accompanied all their movements. Suddenly he was still, and staring down at the ice.

"Don't move! Not so fast. We should probably...get off this thing."

The wind ruffled through Jason's hair and gusted under his arms, taking some of his weight off the ice.

[allbloodyhail]

"Any suggestions, genius?" Spike looked to the edge of the pond, he could probably make a break for it, but he couldn't risk the momentum breaking the ice and drowning Jason in the process. Not that it was a very deep pond, but. Hypothermia killed people pretty easily, not that he'd know. It just sounded like a bad way to go.

[jupiterson]

Jason glanced from Spike to the snowbank and back again, his mouth forming a line.

"Truce?" he suggested, while he inched towards the side. He had mostly lifted himself off the ice, but he was worried that flying himself straight up and removing his weight completely would make the ice crack under Spike and throw him in. "Let's just, um...make for the snow on three, okay? Before it gets any worse." Edging, edging. "One...two..."

[allbloodyhail]

He nodded and scrabbled for shore, grabbing onto Jason's arm when he got there, half to help himself and half in case the boy really did fall in. SIGH HE'S SO NICE!!!!!!!

The second they were both safe and he was confident there was no chance of falling back in, he watched as the spot they'd been on caved and cracked, forming little ice plates that drifted on by. Well, shit.

But Spike hadn't agreed to a truce and so he dumped a pile of snow on Jason's head and made a break for it!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

[jupiterson]

Jason was properly airborne by the time Spike grabbed hold of him. Of course, that hold threw him off balance, which threw him into the snowbank kind of harder than he'd meant to fall.

But then the ice broke, and, crap. That could have been them. Jason had had some bad experiences with almost drowning lately, so he turned to Spike to indicate relief.

Except he got a mouthful of snow.

"Hey!"

He pushed it out of his eyes and got up, grabbing handfuls of the stuff he'd fallen in at the same time.

"That was cheating, we said truce!"

A truce that was roundly broken as Jason threw the handfuls after Spike and started chasing him again.

[allbloodyhail]

"You said truce," he corrected, starting up a tall oak tree. Spike was getting way too into this.