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!]
jupiterson: (Smile - Half a smile)

[personal profile] jupiterson 2012-12-29 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ What? Where has she gone?! He knows she was here, and he can still hear that awful music!

His eyes fall to the snowy ground, where he sees a fairly disheveled track that heads back around the other side of the bank. Jason cuts back on himself and runs back the way he's come, this time flinging snowballs as soon as he rounds the corner.
]

I've got you now! [ He hopes. If this happens to be some poor unsuspecting citizen, he'll apologize later. ]
amiga: (ʜuɴʈʀɛʂʂ ✜ back off)

[personal profile] amiga 2012-12-31 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
[She's able to toss some snowballs at Jason, throwing her hands up to protect her face before his barrage comes flying at her.]

Uncle! Uncle!
jupiterson: (Close - Listen to me)

[personal profile] jupiterson 2012-12-31 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ Pausing mid-throw.

Suspiciously.
]

Does that mean stop?
amiga: (ɧɛɭɛɳɑ ✜ in my fishnet gloves)

[personal profile] amiga 2013-01-01 10:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes!

[This is the chance she's been hoping for! She is able to launch one final snowball in his direction, hoping that even if it misses the mark it'll distract him long enough for her to retreat to her brother's side for back up.]
jupiterson: (That's gross)

[personal profile] jupiterson 2013-01-03 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
[ And that finds him square in the face, making him wonder what ever happened to honor and chivalry in this world.

He brushes the melting remnants out of his eyes and looks for her, only to find she’s closed ranks.
]

I’ll get you next time!

[ Like in about five minutes, after he circles around the back of their encampment. ]