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Post by Kiri on Sept 15, 2009 21:56:08 GMT -5
Aurora looked at him carefully, her eyes narrowed. She brushed it off, grabbed a croissant and ate it slowly. She definitely wasn't a morning person. Aurora looked at her coffee, took a sip and yawned; the tiredness coming back. "Will you be ok, hun?" She asked after a few minutes. She finished her croissant, turned in her seat and looked at him, leaning back against the window.
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Post by Grylvak on Sept 16, 2009 9:41:40 GMT -5
Mark stopped fiddling suddenly when Aurora spoke. "Uh, yeah, im okay. It is just I usually never miss a plane, or forget that I -have- to take a plane...yeah.." He said, definitely lying to Aurora. He didn't like to lie, but if he told her, she would freak out. He can't do that, he doesn't want that. "But it is all okay now, and Switzerland is not far from Austria, this ride will only take an hour or two, then I get to answer some more of your own answers." He said, now slowly building a smile. His eyes did show worry thought, slightly glinting from the light of the window.
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Post by Kiri on Sept 16, 2009 11:42:57 GMT -5
Aurora narrowed her eyes slightly. She didn't like how he was acting. On guard, she leaned in and gave him a small, light kiss on the lips, turned and lean back into her seat. "Alright." She replied simply with a smile, then turned to look outside. Her hand slid across the arm rest to find his hand. Her smile increased at the thoughts running through her mind.
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Post by Grylvak on Sept 18, 2009 3:21:17 GMT -5
The rest of the flight was uneventless. Apart that Mark spotted a man, about 10 seats away. He smirked. As the plane was landing, he asked Aurora for another chewing gum. Was he glad when it was over. He again rushed Aurora, to the parking lot. He carried the bags and led her to a prosche. He opened the trunck and quickly put the bags in. The man from the airplane was following them...Mark asked...almost demanded Aurora to ride shotgun. And Mark drove, faster then before. He gave the suspicious man a good look as he quickly drove by, almost saying "Ha...I beat you."
Mark's destitation was a Inn, less high class then his house, but much more inviting, comfortable. It had the Grandmother look like house. The athmosphere was calm, as there was a farm nearby. One could hear the occasional baying of goats. There were cats, all over the place. The owners children could be spotted giving the cats cheese and meat. Mark ordered a room, and led Aurora to it. He dropped the bags on the floor, and he asked her "What would you like to do first? Grab a bite or go to town?"
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Post by Kiri on Sept 18, 2009 12:58:02 GMT -5
Aurora looked around the small inn with a smile. She glanced around the room, then looked at Mark. "Hm... I think I'm ok on food. I'll probably be really hungry for lunch though... But perhaps go to town for a bit? Maybe we'll find a small restaurant or something while we look for something to do?" She offered. She walked up to Mark and lightly placed her hands on his chest then slid them over his shoulder and lightly held her hands in back of him. She leaned up and lightly pecked his lips as she waited his reply.
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Post by Grylvak on Sept 19, 2009 1:05:30 GMT -5
"I know exactly what we will do in town, you let me handle that." Mark said, a new, bright smile appeared. He changed, he was not nervous anymore. He led Aurora to the car, and offered for her to drive. He leaned on the car's front, and opening his arms wide, offering a hug.
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Post by Kiri on Sept 19, 2009 2:00:01 GMT -5
Aurora took the keys with a smile. She walked into his arms and wrapped her arms around him tightly. "What do you have planned? Nothing too grand... What kind of things can we do?" She asked softly, her dark eyes peering gently into his; the sun reflecting off making her eyes shine. "And I know it's early, but what shall we do for dinner?" She asked, then slowly released him from the embrace.
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Post by Grylvak on Sept 20, 2009 0:16:43 GMT -5
"We can go do some shopping. I have something in mind, I know exactly what I want to buy for you. Or we could go for a paintball or gocart game. Or maybe you would prefer going to the Alps? A little far, but we can go tomorrow. As for dinner, I must show you some of the specialities they make here in SWitzerland. You will love it." Mark said, as he he quickly stated "And Switzerland's restaurents have a knack for making it look more...relaxing then those 5 stars hotels." He got down into the driving seat. "Nevermind...I will drive, Switzerland has some other driving rules you might not know." He relaxed into his seat, and asked Aurora. "How old do you want your dog?
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Post by Kiri on Sept 20, 2009 14:36:13 GMT -5
Aurora blinked, walked around to the passenger side and got in. "How old.. do I want my dog...?" She asked, shocked. She stared at him as she buckled up. "Mark, you don't have to get me a dog." She laughed nervously. She drew her eyes away from him. She knew she could argue all she wanted, but she would lose anyways. Sighing heavily and crossing her arms over her chest, she gave a grumbled reply of, "Puppy." She looked back at Mark with her eyes narrowed slightly, "And I don't trust you with go-carts... you'd kill me in it." She teased, "Same goes for paintball..." She suddenly grinned. "I'm no good at paintball, but that does sound really fun."
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Post by Grylvak on Sept 20, 2009 18:06:55 GMT -5
Mark drove to the town skirts, where a paintball field was located. "We can always be in the same team, you know. It could be loads of fun, because you see, I am professional paintball quality." He drove for not too long, everything was close in Switzerland. He turned the car into a parking lot, and slowed down into a parking spot. He turned off the engin, and turned to Aurora. "Now, what is your favorite type of gun?" He giggled at the thought, he could not picture Aurora with a gun. "I do not know what kind of guns they use here thought. But hell, let's have fun." Mark slowly got out of the car, and entered the paintball building.
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Post by Kiri on Sept 20, 2009 18:22:33 GMT -5
Aurora looked at Mark and got out of the car. "I like using an SP8." She stated and lightly rubbed the back of her neck. She walked around the car to Mark and walked next to him. She looked around the area, a small smile now on her lips.
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Post by Grylvak on Sept 20, 2009 19:28:39 GMT -5
"Oh wow...You know about guns, Aurora. I am impressed. Luckly here, they use model guns. They surely have a paintball gun model of a SP8. Plus, I am quite known here, you will find out why soon enough." Mark said, as he opened the door to the office and entered. The proprieter looked up, spotted mark, and greeted him quite happily.
"Mark! Wie geht es dir? Gut? Und du habs eine fraulein mitgenommen. Was ist deines name?" The man asked Aurora, as Mark quickly cut in.
"She does not speak german Oliver, you must speak english to her. I did not have time to teach her langugages yet you see."
"Very well, would you both like to play a game of paintball? If so do give me a minute while I make a few, make that, many phonecalls to the other players. They all want a rematch Mark. And choose whatever gun you would like, and you can get paintball armor..." Oliver turned and looked at Mark. "I will also give you some other clothes...your suit would be ruined after a game." He said, with his strong swiss accent.
Mark slightly chuckled, and turned to Aurora. "Well the man said we should go get our gear, so let us do so." He brought his arm around her shoulders, walking to the "Armory"
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Post by Kiri on Sept 20, 2009 19:51:39 GMT -5
Aurora looked at Mark. "They want revenge? Is it safe to be on the same team as you?" She teased softly. She walked over to armor and glanced around. "How's black armor sound? I think it would bring out the blue of your eyes." She winked and laughed softly. She began to grab the armor and put it on. After she had 'dressed', she pulled her hair up into a ponytail and went to look at the guns. She huffed when she noticed the SP8 were out. then her eyes shifted, and she spotted it. Her eyes went wide, and she grinned. Tippmann A-5 Stealth had caught her eye. Her eyes glinted almost mischievously.
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Post by Grylvak on Sept 20, 2009 20:11:06 GMT -5
"My girl definitely has taste." Mark playfully said, as he saw her almost eating the gun with her eyes. "A sniper works well when someone else covers them at close range. I will pick, the MP5-K...dual." He grinned, as he filled his gun with paintballs. He quickly changed into his black outfit, partially put the helm on, and led Aurora to the gaming field. It was a grass field, a large building was in the middle, and to two sides were forests of air filled walls and obstacles, another side was an actual forest, and the other area were barrels, trenches, and bunkers.
"We have to wait a little while, so let us do some shooting practice, yes?" Mark said, bringing up his two small machine guns. He led her to a practice lane, where there was a circular target, he showed Aurora how to shoot and aim her gun, the basics theory, and he told her to try.
"I am sorry we have to make you wait, I have gathered a group of people, it will be worth the wait." Oliver said excitedly, showing his camera. "I will film it all."
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Post by Kiri on Sept 20, 2009 20:24:38 GMT -5
Aurora smirked, looked at the target, leaned to the gun, pulled the trigger and watched as the paint hit the intended target. A few hit the center, the rest hitting near the center. "So what did you do to them that they want revenge so bad?" Aurora asked as she came back up. She examined the gun. She then leaned back down, shifted slightly and fired a few more 'rounds'.
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Post by Grylvak on Sept 20, 2009 20:40:31 GMT -5
"I beat them all, I had the advantage of the darkness thought." Mark said, impressed with Aurora's shooting. "Where did you learn to shoot like that?" He asked, as he spotted a large group of people walking to the field with big bags. He recognized them. "Ah, here are our opponents." He spotted around 30 of them, all dressed and ready. They put the bags against the office building, and they walked over to Mark, all greeting him and speaking german to Aurora.
"Very very good! We may now start. The lady is with Mark for this round, but there are more players against him, so you all have a chance to beat him." Oliver said, as he pointed the 4 sides of the field. "In groups of 7 and 8, you will attack Mark and the Fraulein here, they will be in the building. The goal is to defeat the black team. The black team wins by escaping the field by either corners of the field. Good luck and have fun everyone." He repetead the same in german, and everyone cheered and the 30 men ran off to their starting position.
"This will be fun. Let's go to the house." Mark said, as he walked to the house. It had 3 floors, And was quite large. It was a brick house, with many windows.. Large windows and small ones. The glass had been removed from them, and the corners of the house were coated with foam to stop anyone from getting injured inside. Mark marched into the house. There were marks of paint all over the place, there was "fake" furniture around, and the stairs that led up looked like tunnels. The third floor did not have much. A few chairs, tables, but it had many windows. From the 3rd floor one had a view of the entier field. The perfect spot for Aurora. "I will go cover downstairs, while you shoot them off from here. One rule, do not shoot more then once in a single window. You have to constantly move, because these guys know how to aim, and will shoot you if they spot you in a window."
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Post by Kiri on Sept 20, 2009 20:57:08 GMT -5
Aurora nodded, a smirk still on her lips. She pulled her helmet down and looked around the room. She turned a table over on its side and pushed it to one of the larger windows. She took in a deep breath, anticipating how it might turn out. She smirk soon returned as she lightly bit her lip. She glanced around the room once more. Before she would take her spot, she walked over to one of the fake chairs, slid it to another window and positioned it. She went back to the window with the table, crouched behind it, put the gun on the table just enough for the barrel to be on half the sill. Once more, she steadied her excited breathing and looked across the field for a few minutes, briefly turning to look out the window in back of her for movement.
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Post by Grylvak on Sept 20, 2009 21:04:40 GMT -5
A loud horn was heard, the game started.Mark put his helmet on, ready for the charge to come.
The 7 players that slowly made their way to the house, made sure they could not be seen. The two groups that were in the field of air field obstacles sprinted across the field, taking occasional pot shots at the house. The hid, shoot, and ran to the next bag of air. The ones that were on the bunker and trench side, quickly jumped into the fox holes and hiding places. They brought their guns up, none had snipers, but they all had machine guns. They looked around the house, looking if they could spot one of the two black players. They took some shots, hoping to scare them out of their holes.
Mark crouched, prowled, and walked to the first floor. He made a barricade of fortune, with whatever he could find. This was a trap thought, for he was truly hiding in the cupboard, leaving only a small opening to spot anyone comming into the house.
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Post by Kiri on Sept 20, 2009 21:13:38 GMT -5
Aurora watched, carefully. Then she spotted them... the one's with the machine guns. 'shoot and run' was what Mark told her. The corner of her mouth twitched as she listened to the paint abusing the bricks. A few hit the wall in back of her, others hit into the other rooms and other floors. taking another deep breath, she pulled the trigger, aiming around the machine guns. As soon as she fired, she ducked down, stayed in a crouch-taking advantage of her small frame- and made it to the other room. She went to a small window, in a half stance, and fired another 'bullet'. Once again, she ducked down, went back into the room she was in, crouched over to the stairs, went down the flight and aimed out another window. Aurora looked out to the air field, catching glimpses of the players running. She aimed carefully, fired, then resorted back to the third floor, crouched back behind the table.
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Post by Grylvak on Sept 21, 2009 17:15:56 GMT -5
The paintballs kept flying all around, and the 7 players in the trenches kept firing madly, using their hiding spots. When Aurora fired her shot towards them, one freaked out. The bullet hit right above his head. "She shoots damn well!" He said in german. The other chuckled and continued to fire. Aurora fired her next shots in the field of air bags. Her first shot hit a player on the elbow. She moved to the opposing side, fired, and hit another "enemy" on the upper torso. He cursed. 28 Left.
Mark was hearing the shots fired, the release of compressed gaz and splashing paintballs. Not too long now, it would only take a few more minutes for the crazy runners to reach the house, and for him to do his job.
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