Post by RICHTER MADDOX on May 20, 2015 23:57:35 GMT
 | ● | EMBERS OF A DYING RACE, GETTING OUT WHAT THEY PUT IN. LONGER STAY, MORE YOU'RE TRAPPED. I HAVE A DREAM, YOU HAVE AN ADDICTION. |
It hadn't been the most well thought out idea, but rather a sudden spur of the moment. But Richter had a way with things. This would be fun, really, he could feel it. So as he approached the checkout with two shotgun type nerf guns in hand and two vests in which the bullets would stick to, he seemed rather determined. It didn't take long to have everything scanned and pay for it. Richter was making good time, he'd have enough time to get everything set up before Lucy got home. She had mentioned going off to do something for the day, which gave him an excuse to do something exciting, switch things up a bit. They normally decided who cooked dinner by a coin toss, one he often lost, but now it was time to switch the game up a bit. And boy, he'd have fun with this despite being almost forty and all. He got back home to see that she was still out. Good, everything was going as planned. The hunter slipped into the house and went right to the kitchen counter to unbox the guns and vests and jot down a note. The bullets were the fuzzed off fabric kind that would most certainly stick to the vests. And the vests were just black fabric. He was able to fit his on surprisingly. Then he got his nerf shotgun ready, cocking it back before jotting what he had to give his significant other regarding the rules of their game. Once he had that done, he stuck the note to their front door with a piece of tape and propped her gun and vest up to the right side of the door. Now it was time for him to go find a decent hiding place, which wouldn't be too hard. They had a pretty big house with plenty of room. And fortunately the bullets wouldn't be enough to break anything in their house. Perhaps knock over something and cause it to fall and break, but ehh. They'd be able to replace most things. Once Lucy would arrive, she'd find his note written short and simple. Tonight I planned something else to help us decide who's in charge of dinner. The guns each have 6 bullets and the vests are required to wear. The first person to get a bullet shot and stuck onto their vest is the winner. Shots to the head or other parts of the body do not count. The first person to run out of bullets will lose. Ready yourself, soldier.
-RichterAs soon as he heard the sound of someone approaching the front porch, he remained in his hiding spot, grinning to himself. ☆ OOC NOTESLucy MaddoxMADE BY ★MEULK OF GS |
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Post by Lucy Maddox on May 26, 2015 21:11:07 GMT
Lucy had a few things errands planned that she had been pushing off for a while. One of which was the renewal of her drivers license. She had let it expire on more than one occasion and she wasn't about to take the stupid road test again. The thought of putting up with Richter's laughing at her misery once more was not the most appealing thing in the world. But other than that most pressing manner, she made sure to do a few other things while she was out. She bought a few groceries, did a couple easy hunter missions, and ate oxtail soup for lunch. Her day wasn't anything new or exciting as a whole. In fact, it was hella boring. So when she arrived at her house to see a nerf gun leaning against her door and a note on top, it's safe to say her day suddenly became a hundred times better. After slipping on the vest and cocking the gun back, she unlocked the front door and stepped inside.
"Richter, dear, I'm home!" she called loudly, listening carefully as her voice echoed through their large house.
Her body language for the most part was seemingly relaxed. Stepping inside, she nonchalantly carried the groceries to the kitchen. After placing the gun near the fridge, she began moving the items from the bags. It was a tactic she often used while hunting. The illusion of an obliviously laid-back attitude often drew out the hidden. Not that she was expecting it to completely work on her husband, of course. They've been together for around two decades, after all. He knew how she worked, but she hoped it at least would do something. Perhaps draw him out of his current hiding space. As it was at the moment, he had the upper hand. He was given the opportunity to hide and Lucy knew he wouldn't waste it.
As she placed the groceries into the cupboards and refrigerator with her back purposefully pointed straight at the door, she made sure to listen carefully. Being that they had hardwood floors, it made sneaking around a bit more difficult. The fact that the kitchen only had one entrance too added to her confidence. Eyes darting out to her immediate surroundings, Lucy made sure to take notice of everything she could use to her advantage whether it'd be the fridge door or even the kitchen table. The gun was straight within her grasp locked and loaded too. She had enough trust within her gut instinct and speed that she wasn't putting herself in any immediate danger.
Up until the point the first bullet flies, it was free game. Both were neither the predator nor prey... yet. But time would soon tell where the scales will lean.
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