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Maurice "Moe" Jules
Wasting space at:
Dry-Dock, no movement made.
Interacting With:
fuck all ya'll, find the post on your own
Side Notes:
Where the fuck are you, Red Team? Fuckin' get your shit together.
Dry-Dock, no movement made.
Interacting With:
fuck all ya'll, find the post on your own
Side Notes:
Where the fuck are you, Red Team? Fuckin' get your shit together.
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Lots of shit was going on around Maurice - let's get that outta the way right off the rip. Snowballs were flying like crazy, people were getting pelted left and right, some chick got it real good from that Morgan guy; pretty brutal stuff, that. Then there was the renewed focus on her, which was sort of getting annoying. Like... really, really annoying. It had been a slow-burning fire in the pit of her stomach that, with every snowball lobbed her way, grew more and more intense. It was starting to reach something like an inferno when she got herself into a good position to handle this round.
She tracked one of the snowballs headed her way - yet another one that kind of fell to the wayside, completely off the mark and ineffective. It was while she was busy checking that shit out, however, that two snowballs actually managed to find their mark and hit her firmly on the shoulder and back of her head. Annoying. She managed to slip up at that moment and turn, letting herself break just one of the rules to activate one half of her ability and more carefully track the motion of a third snowball hurtling her way. Some girl's doing, it looked like. Well, she wouldn't mind a return to sender, right?
Maurice whipped out her hand in the snowball's path and caught it, drawing back her arm like a pitcher and throwing it back with almost excessive force.
She was a little miffed.
After that snowball was sent on its way, she patted together one more and flung it at Sir Hot Pink Motherfucking Hair of Obnoxiousland. Boy, she sure did a lot.
She tracked one of the snowballs headed her way - yet another one that kind of fell to the wayside, completely off the mark and ineffective. It was while she was busy checking that shit out, however, that two snowballs actually managed to find their mark and hit her firmly on the shoulder and back of her head. Annoying. She managed to slip up at that moment and turn, letting herself break just one of the rules to activate one half of her ability and more carefully track the motion of a third snowball hurtling her way. Some girl's doing, it looked like. Well, she wouldn't mind a return to sender, right?
Maurice whipped out her hand in the snowball's path and caught it, drawing back her arm like a pitcher and throwing it back with almost excessive force.
She was a little miffed.
After that snowball was sent on its way, she patted together one more and flung it at Sir Hot Pink Motherfucking Hair of Obnoxiousland. Boy, she sure did a lot.
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