FISSIONMAILED: That better be paint and not what I think it is.

[majorbonerkiller]

[Ivan was relaxing in one of the outdoor rooms. The sun shining, a cool breeze blowing through his hair. A stash of snackcakes by his side...


...and a sniper positioned on an adjacent cliffside several hundred feet away.]

Comments

[gameboy-sniper.livejournal.com]

[~IS NOT THERE~]

[SO SAD]

[SO SAD PIERRE'S SMILING]

[volginswaifu.livejournal.com]

Shit, where did he go?

[Ivan began to creepy closer, trying his best to stay under cover and hidden.]

[gameboy-sniper.livejournal.com]

[YOU CANNOT HIDE FROM THE EYES OF A HAWK.]

[Or a Pierre for that matter.]

[volginswaifu.livejournal.com]

[YEAH, WELL HE CAN DAMN WELL TRY.]

[Ivan continues his sneaking, getting progressively closer to Pierre's hideout.]

[gameboy-sniper.livejournal.com]

[CAN YOU FIND IT? CAN YOU?]

[volginswaifu.livejournal.com]

[YES HE CAN.

IN FACT HE WILL.

AND DOES. OR AT LEAST HE'S PRETTY SURE IT IS.]

... [SNEAK SNEAKS CLOOOOSER--]

[gameboy-sniper.livejournal.com]

[OH YOU WHORE.]

[volginswaifu.livejournal.com]

[TRIES TO TACKLE ONCE HE'S CLOSE ENOUGH.]

[gameboy-sniper.livejournal.com]

[YOU VODKA SOAKED BITCH.]

AHH!

[volginswaifu.livejournal.com]

[GOING TO GRAPPLE FOR THAT FUCKING SNIPER RIFLE.]

[gameboy-sniper.livejournal.com]

[NO IT'S MINE I FOUND IIIIIIT]

[volginswaifu.livejournal.com]

[GOING TO STEAL IT AND BEAT THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF YOU WITH IT.

PULL, YANK.]

[gameboy-sniper.livejournal.com]

[NOOOOOO]

[volginswaifu.livejournal.com]

[GOT IT!






WHACKS YOU OVER THE HEAD WITH IT, AND THEN PROCEEDS TO SHOOT YOU POINT-BLANK.]

[gameboy-sniper.livejournal.com]

[ARRRRRGH PAIN WRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY]

[volginswaifu.livejournal.com]

[Once he's spent all the bullets Ivan is panting, and tosses the gun aside.

Victory: Success.]

...There.

[gameboy-sniper.livejournal.com]

[MY NOOOOOOOOOOSE IT'S BLEEEEEEEEEDING!]

[AND MY FAAAAAAAAACE, THERE'S CUTS ALL OVER IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!]

[volginswaifu.livejournal.com]

[FEELS DAMN GOOD. He wipes some dirt off his jacket, smug.]

[gameboy-sniper.livejournal.com]

[NOT FOR ME.]

....Jerk.

[volginswaifu.livejournal.com]

[Ivan leans over to pinch Pierre's cheeks, then attempts to kiss him.]

You were a good sport~

[gameboy-sniper.livejournal.com]

[What no.]

[BOOT IN YOUR FACE SLOWLY PUSHING YOU BACK.]

Ge-off.

[volginswaifu.livejournal.com]

[Noooo...

Ivan relents, rubbing the dirt off his face with clear disapproval and mock hurt.]

How disrespectful...

[gameboy-sniper.livejournal.com]

[Can you even see the dirt through all the shit colored paint on your face?]

Says the one who beat me with a rifle.

[volginswaifu.livejournal.com]

[...No.]

That was just revenge--look what you did to my uniform!

[In fact, now that he reminded him he was angry again, and gave Pierre a good kick.]

[gameboy-sniper.livejournal.com]

OW-! [Pain why?]

You can wash it!