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!]

Comments

[gevurah]

You can afford a few minutes to rest.

[allbloodyhail]

Cannot, you don't know what it's like out there.

[gevurah]

It's just a game.

[allbloodyhail]

That's where you're wrong, pet. S'war.

[gevurah]

[ She's trying to determine his physical age at this point. After she's wiped the blood clean, she gets some rubbing alcohol to dab a bit to clean up any cuts before placing bandages over. ]

Kate. [ She corrects. ] Well, you don't go to war to die.

[allbloodyhail]

[He smiles a little at that.] Kate, then. [for now]

Maybe you don't.

[gevurah]

[ She finishes putting all the required bandages and picks up a hand cloth and sanitizer for her own hands. ]

Try not to bleed out anywhere... or get buried under snow.