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Louis Cypher ([personal profile] starofchaos) wrote in [community profile] fissionmailed2011-02-14 09:02 pm

Valentines Shenanigans

[Valentine's Day was not something that Liquid paid attention to. In this place, dates meant little, especially when you had little incentive to pay attention to them. He had never before honored the date of this particular holiday. It meant little enough to him for it to have slipped his mind entirely. He was, however, on the prowl for Ocelot. For such a blatantly noticeable person, he was awkward to track. Good grief. Eventually, he simply lifted his hand to his ear and activated the codec.]

[CALL: PUSH SELECT]


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[identity profile] fancy-shooting.livejournal.com 2011-02-15 06:29 am (UTC)(link)
[Ocelot quickly arrived at the spot he heard the yelling. He checked the cut rope, smiled to himself, then circled the spot like a dog picking up a scent, pausing when he spotted the marks left by Liquid falling and sprinting away.]

...There's nothing cheating about it. You agreed on the rules, we can use any item we want.

[He laughed again, then tapped something under his jacket. A ripple went over him, and he disappeared.]
Edited 2011-02-15 06:30 (UTC)

[identity profile] fancy-shooting.livejournal.com 2011-02-15 03:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ocelot took to a silent movement, or so he believed. He walked slowly, listening for the rustle of plants, moving in the direction of the initial footprints.]

[A leaf fell in front of him. He thought it might be an animal, but then he caught a glimpse of skin through the foliage.]

[He could have gone for the mk.22 for some easy shots, but Ocelot was overconfident, as usual. With the stealth camo, he wanted to surprise Liquid by grabbing him. So he started climbing.]

[identity profile] fancy-shooting.livejournal.com 2011-02-15 04:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[The sound of his spurs approached Liquid, casually and slowly, taunting him with his patience.]

[identity profile] fancy-shooting.livejournal.com 2011-02-17 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
[Ocelot smiled to himself as he watched Liquid jump away into the foliage. He lost sight of him, but saw which direction he went.]

[He moved slowly, looking for signs... footprints, fresh leaves that were out of place...]

[identity profile] fancy-shooting.livejournal.com 2011-02-17 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[He didn't have a fix on where Liquid was hiding, but he guessed that the man wasn't far. He started to speak in a low mocking voice.]

I'll find you, Liquid. I've hunted down the best of my enemies. We were taught how to track in Spetsnaz.

[identity profile] fancy-shooting.livejournal.com 2011-02-19 05:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[Liquid's mistake might have been not staying perfectly still. Ocelot heard a rustle of leaves. He didn't know if it were an animal or his lover, but he had enough ammo to spare for guesses. He shot at the source with a dart.]

[identity profile] fancy-shooting.livejournal.com 2011-02-19 06:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ocelot shot again, running after the now-visible man.]

I'll take you down, James! You can't escape from me!

[identity profile] fancy-shooting.livejournal.com 2011-02-20 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
[Ocelot yelped as his stealth camo unit was struck by the dart. The cheap thing sizzled and died, causing the cover to ripple away and show him. He ducked aside, using a tree trunk for cover.]

[identity profile] fancy-shooting.livejournal.com 2011-02-28 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
All's fair, Liquid. [He leaned around the tree trunk and shot several times in Liquid's direction.]

[identity profile] fancy-shooting.livejournal.com 2011-02-28 04:49 am (UTC)(link)
Run all you want, hiding's not helping you. [Ocelot scowled and moved to follow.]

[identity profile] fancy-shooting.livejournal.com 2011-02-28 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
[Ocelot isn't out of shape, but he can't keep up a sprint like Liquid can. He falls behind, losing sight of Liquid and unable to determine how far ahead he is, though Liquid's footprints are much easier to follow now.]

[The sound of the watch catches him by surprise. Ocelot hesitates long enough to curse to himself. Then he looks around him for a place to hide. He quickly leaves the trail, going through the brush, and finds a depression in the ground behind a large tree where he can crouch down with his arms over his knees, making himself small, while he tries to catch his breath as quietly as he can.]

[identity profile] fancy-shooting.livejournal.com 2011-02-28 04:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ocelot has to admit to himself, there's a strange feeling attached to hiding from a hunter, even if it's all just for play. The other role is one he's far more accustomed to.]

[He presses himself against the roots of the tree and reaches for his own gun when he hears the faint sound of footsteps.]

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