I see it, The Fear!

[bringthefear.livejournal.com]

[The sudden load cracks of someones arms being popped out of their socket filled the hall way. The fear jumped back onto the foreign, crawling up it until he reached a corner. This place was very different than where he had last been. Not a tree in sight, but his unnatural orbs were on the look out for one going by the name of 'Naked Snake.']


[The sound of his stealth camouflage being activated was the last thing that could have been heard in the hall. With a crossbow ready to fire at anything that moves, he waits for his prey. ]

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[a-sign-of-rain.livejournal.com]

Fear. I see you still waste ammunition. [Smirk.]

[bringthefear.livejournal.com]

[Frowns, still hidden. Can the ghost see him?]

I see you still suck at come-backs.

[a-sign-of-rain.livejournal.com]

I see you're still a poor judge of the quality of comebacks. [Examines his fingernails in a bored fashion.]

[bringthefear.livejournal.com]

[Crossing his arms, he still remains in the corner of the wall.]

I see you still think sweaters are in. [TOTALLY thinks he's funny.]

[a-sign-of-rain.livejournal.com]

I see you're still abreast of the latest developments in the world of fashion. How simply fabulous. Tell me, what are this year's colors for winter?

[bringthefear.livejournal.com]

Wait... Did you just call me a breast?

[Fear's completely oblivious to the true meaning of this sentence.]

[a-sign-of-rain.livejournal.com]

Of course not. People like breasts. [Rolls his eyes.]

[bringthefear.livejournal.com]

Ooooh, thats cold.

[He smiles.]

It's okay, because people seem to like me more than you ghosty.

[alittlebitofjoy.livejournal.com]

[Her hand retreats, releasing his tongue as she analyzes the bit finger (holding it at eye level).]

Dirty.

[she peers up from the finger, giving him a mock-glare and pokes out her own tongue (and quickly pulling it back in her mouth, to avoid his own mistake).]

[bringthefear.livejournal.com]

[He gives her a glare of his own.]

I'm dirty?

[He points an accusing finger at her.]

You started it! [ ]< ]

[alittlebitofjoy.livejournal.com]

[she blinks, eyes slightly crossing when focusing on the accusing finger. Her gaze shifts up to his face, an innocent expression crossing her own.]

I...don't know what you're talking about.

[she's enjoying herself, immensely. Heeeeee~.]

[bringthefear.livejournal.com]

[Oh, so thats how you wanna play. He shoves his hand deep into his pocket, fingers searching for something.]

Okay.. Okay.. [He pulls out something thats looks like a lollipop, holding it out to her. But can you really trust something thats been in the Fears pocket.]

Truce...?

[alittlebitofjoy.livejournal.com]

[she eyeballs the lollipop skeptically and frowns.]

...You're trying to trick me...

[bringthefear.livejournal.com]

Now why would I do that.

There isn't anything wrong with this or anything.

[He waves the lollipop in front of her~]

[alittlebitofjoy.livejournal.com]

[her eyes follow the lollipop, unconsciously licking her lips. NNO! She must resist temptation.]

......



.........!

[she jumps at his arm, nabbing his wrist between both hands and attempts to twist, trying to drag his arm behind him. If only she had remembered that CQC was only really effective for adults...and that Fear was double jointed. Silly Lilly.]

[bringthefear.livejournal.com]

[ A wide smile grew on his face. He felt tiny hands on his wrist trying to get the lollipop, lifting up the arm she was holding on to he wondered when she'd let go. After all, she wasn't that heavy.]

[alittlebitofjoy.livejournal.com]

[Oh...well, that wasn't supposed to happen...She clings to his steadily rising arm and lightly kicking her legs, determination etched all over her face. At eye level, she decides to just hang, poking her tongue out at him quickly.]

...Meanie Fase.

[she certainly doesn't look very upset though.]

[bringthefear.livejournal.com]

[With an eye level stare, and in the most serious tone possible he says.]

Ugly face. [ ]< ]

[ And he sticks his tongue right back out at her.]

[foxhoundmantis.livejournal.com]

[Have an annoying psychic floating down the hallway!] Not that I'm complaining about you killing everything you see, but you should probably figure out where the fuck you are first. Moron.

[bringthefear.livejournal.com]

[This is Trufax.]

Boss told me~ [He almost purrs out, but everyone who came into the hallway had gotten the same treatment.. So, have an arrow~]

And I need food, no? [His tongue licked his lips, wondering if the floating man could see him.]

[foxhoundmantis.livejournal.com]

[Dodge!] Yeah, and shooting at people who are likely to shoot back is much more efficient than oh, say, walking over to the goddamn kitchen. Or taking off your friggin' camo--but no, you can't do that because then the people you've been shooting at will find you!

[bringthefear.livejournal.com]

Uh-huh...

[He jumps to the other side of the wall.]

I Don't know where the kitchen is.

And.

I think the cow called, it wants it skin back. [Wooo! Bad insults.]

[alphasniperwolf.livejournal.com]

[Wolf is cautious as he enters the area. He notices people getting shot in front of him, so he figures that it must be the work of another sniper! Feeling excited at the prospect of a challenge, he finds a semi-decent hiding place and listens for any hint of this attacker. Wanting to draw the person's attention (in order to pinpoint his location), he fires one round from his noisy Mosin-Nagant...]

[alittlebitofjoy.livejournal.com]

[Favoring him with a petit glare (all the while still holding on) and replies in a deadpan tone.]

Stinky breath.

[foxhoundmantis.livejournal.com]

And there's no possible way to find out before resorting to cannibalism.

...why yes, I do wear leather. Moron.