Post by Tobias Smith on Jun 29, 2007 14:57:04 GMT
Tobias takes it back. Psychobitch DOES suit Toni...that, or Heavybitch, or just That Bitch. Either way, bitch pretty much sums it up. As he gasps for air, he really could live without the kiss and the being dragged upwards. He still hasn't caught his breath as he realizes he sorely underestimated Toni's strength, as his feet don't touch the ground until they are close to the blue zone entrance. He does get some air, not to say thanks for saving him from virtual impalation, but to swear slightly.
After finally getting on his own feet to join Toni in running, himself secretly enjoying the cape effect his coat has while he runs, everything actually seems peaceful. Naturally, that means trouble. It means extreme trouble when they get within 20 feet of the Blue entrance, and there haven't been any traps for over two minutes. Naturally, there has to be SOMETHING, so he manages to worm completely out of Toni's grasp and say, "Stop......aw fuck."
The latter part is added when he looks above the door, and sees a small, mechanical "Eye" of sorts. It is about the size of a baseball, and looking downwards in a loop around the door. It is black with a red 'iris' making it look, what could best be described to be the eye of a Transformer. To add to that, directly across from the eye, looked to be a large, dormant...chaingun. It does not take Tobias long at all to put this together in his mind: Okay...these are all holograms...so the place rearranged itself as we got closer...and that's why the blue guys could get through...The eye is a sensor of sorts, and if triggered, we're fucked. Eye+Chaingun=Fucked.
He looks at Toni, who he PRAYS chose to heed his warning and says, as an almost miraculous thought crosses his mind, "...I think...I think I can actually handle this...Jesus Fucking Christ...." He reaches into his coat, into one of the various pockets, and pulls out a number of things, searching. The items include: an iPod, a black cell phone styled in the artwork of Voltaire (the modern one), a chain, a paintbrush, and finally, the one he was looking for: a fist-sized container of black paint.
The typical 'don't give a fuck' Tobias is breifly replaced by the one just under the surface: The helpful one that usually shows when nobody is watching. He semi-opens the container, which has a screw-on cap, then quickly judges the distance. He has a fairly decent throwing arm, not overly powerful, but accurate. Despite his personal vendetta against baseball, he DID actually play it for a year or two before High School...after losing a bet to his mother. The terms were he won: higher allowance. She won: He'd have to play a sport....Tobias still has no clue exactly how he lost to his mother at Blackjack...he had even cheated and she still won....
That aside, Tobias concentrates not exactly at the eye, but just above it. Taking a quick breath, he pitches the paint container, and time seems to slow as he watches the container fly. Despite trying to be apathetic, he thinks, Don't miss, don't miss, don't miss, don't miss, don't miss, don't miss, don't miss....
....
The container hits the wall just above the eye, and breaks open, spreading a fair amount of black paint on the wall, which slides downward and completely covers the eye. Any risk that it might set off the gun is calmed, as the paint continues to run, and there is no sound of gunfire. Tobias sighs, then looks at Toni again, and gestures to the door. "Age before beauty...captain."
After finally getting on his own feet to join Toni in running, himself secretly enjoying the cape effect his coat has while he runs, everything actually seems peaceful. Naturally, that means trouble. It means extreme trouble when they get within 20 feet of the Blue entrance, and there haven't been any traps for over two minutes. Naturally, there has to be SOMETHING, so he manages to worm completely out of Toni's grasp and say, "Stop......aw fuck."
The latter part is added when he looks above the door, and sees a small, mechanical "Eye" of sorts. It is about the size of a baseball, and looking downwards in a loop around the door. It is black with a red 'iris' making it look, what could best be described to be the eye of a Transformer. To add to that, directly across from the eye, looked to be a large, dormant...chaingun. It does not take Tobias long at all to put this together in his mind: Okay...these are all holograms...so the place rearranged itself as we got closer...and that's why the blue guys could get through...The eye is a sensor of sorts, and if triggered, we're fucked. Eye+Chaingun=Fucked.
He looks at Toni, who he PRAYS chose to heed his warning and says, as an almost miraculous thought crosses his mind, "...I think...I think I can actually handle this...Jesus Fucking Christ...." He reaches into his coat, into one of the various pockets, and pulls out a number of things, searching. The items include: an iPod, a black cell phone styled in the artwork of Voltaire (the modern one), a chain, a paintbrush, and finally, the one he was looking for: a fist-sized container of black paint.
The typical 'don't give a fuck' Tobias is breifly replaced by the one just under the surface: The helpful one that usually shows when nobody is watching. He semi-opens the container, which has a screw-on cap, then quickly judges the distance. He has a fairly decent throwing arm, not overly powerful, but accurate. Despite his personal vendetta against baseball, he DID actually play it for a year or two before High School...after losing a bet to his mother. The terms were he won: higher allowance. She won: He'd have to play a sport....Tobias still has no clue exactly how he lost to his mother at Blackjack...he had even cheated and she still won....
That aside, Tobias concentrates not exactly at the eye, but just above it. Taking a quick breath, he pitches the paint container, and time seems to slow as he watches the container fly. Despite trying to be apathetic, he thinks, Don't miss, don't miss, don't miss, don't miss, don't miss, don't miss, don't miss....
....
The container hits the wall just above the eye, and breaks open, spreading a fair amount of black paint on the wall, which slides downward and completely covers the eye. Any risk that it might set off the gun is calmed, as the paint continues to run, and there is no sound of gunfire. Tobias sighs, then looks at Toni again, and gestures to the door. "Age before beauty...captain."
