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Post by firestorm on Jul 22, 2007 22:14:10 GMT -5
Phoebe ducked away from the jet stream, running behind the nearest foliage for cover. She poked her head up and shot at him again. grinning.
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Post by Ethan Ulrich on Jul 22, 2007 22:22:13 GMT -5
Ethan opened his mouth and leaned forward. The water flew into his mouth. He swallowed it. It was nice and cold. Ethan took a second to smile at her.
He pumped his gun again and fired, while running back towards the mansion.
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Post by firestorm on Jul 22, 2007 22:24:48 GMT -5
Phoebe's jaw dropped and she giggled hysterically as water smacked her in the forehead. "No fair, swallowing my ammo," she grinned.
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Post by Ethan Ulrich on Jul 22, 2007 22:28:48 GMT -5
Ethan wished he'd asked his parents to send the straps for the guns. That way he could use his hands to sign back something to her. But Ethan couldn't and he knew that.
He pumped the gun again. He didn't fire until he was back at the bushes.
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Post by firestorm on Jul 22, 2007 22:31:04 GMT -5
Phoebe pumped her gun and returned fire, the water trickling down her body in rivulets. She laughed at the tickling sensation.
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Post by Ethan Ulrich on Jul 22, 2007 22:34:06 GMT -5
Her stream hit Ethan in the chest, and he smiled back at her. The fun was more refreshing than the water itself. Ethan was happy he'd decided not to wear jeans. Otherwise he couldn't move.
The white t-shirt was soaked. It was beginning to cling to his chest. But he didn't care. He pumped again and fired.
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Post by firestorm on Jul 22, 2007 22:38:01 GMT -5
Phoebe grinned and laughed when his next shot clipped her in the back of the head. Noticing he was getting soaked, her grin broadened. She pumped her weapon and fired at him once more.
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Post by Ethan Ulrich on Jul 29, 2007 14:37:59 GMT -5
When the water hit him in the chest, Ethan dropped his water gun. Pretending like he'd been shot he covered his heart with both hands. He mimed gagging and fell to the grass dead.
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Post by firestorm on Jul 29, 2007 14:41:50 GMT -5
For a moment, Phoebe didn't know what to think. Setting down her weapon, she went to investigate. Bending down close to him, she said, "Ethan? You okay?"
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Post by Ethan Ulrich on Jul 29, 2007 14:45:32 GMT -5
He opened his eyes and smiled at her. Ethan reached up and pulled her down with him. He liked to call it the possum tactic.
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Post by firestorm on Jul 29, 2007 15:00:21 GMT -5
"Ack!" Phoebe laughed as she fell down next to him. Rolling over, she giggled. "You ol' trickster," she grinned. "I oughta teach you a lesson. Too bad you're too cute for me to act on that impulse." She smiled and kissed him.
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Post by Ethan Ulrich on Jul 29, 2007 15:24:36 GMT -5
He still wasn't used to getting kissed. That'd take awhile but Ethan was getting better at it. He felt his cheeks burn but he smiled against her lips.
He didn't think it was that sneaky. She should've seen that he wasn't really hurt. It wasn't a real gun.
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Post by firestorm on Jul 29, 2007 15:28:37 GMT -5
Smiling, she rolled off him and said, "Well, then, handsome, do you admit defeat?"
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Post by Ethan Ulrich on Jul 29, 2007 15:35:04 GMT -5
He nodded his head. Ethan wasn't really defeated since he'd walked into that last stream and played dead. But Ethan still died so he couldn't just get up and fight back.
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Post by firestorm on Jul 29, 2007 16:12:14 GMT -5
Phoebe grinned and held out a hand. "Come on, dead man," she grinned. "I'll make ya something to eat."
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