culver: chocorouge @ lj (my maria)
иιℓℓ. ([personal profile] culver) wrote in [community profile] capeandcowllogs2012-12-07 08:10 pm

all the boys who the dance floor didn't love

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!]
undeadsidekick: (:there (yeah))

[personal profile] undeadsidekick 2012-12-14 06:31 am (UTC)(link)
"And... Bob's your uncle!" Jason called upon impact, taking the moment to enjoy his (albeit pretty minor) victory. It occurred to him momentarily that if the mom comment got a rise, maybe the Briticism was a little much, but what the fuck ever. It was a snow war and they were clearly on opposing sides, if they even had sides at all. Another of Spike's attacks grazed his shoulder and then his ear, and Jason scowled, narrowing his eyes and flinging not another tightly pressed snowball, but rather just a hand full of loose, soggy-fresh snow in the general direction of his assailant. "Funny, I could say the same thing to you."