[Like everyone else, he was decked out in camouflage clothing and a cap. Perhaps unlike some, he had covered all of his visible skin with green, brown and black paints and had actually taken leaves from the jungle itself and pinned to his uniform. It was a outfit that he had once worn long ago, and he was comfort in it.
There were a few other physically older individuals whom he had agreed to work with. He knew between them that they had over a hundred years of combat and tactical experience, which would be vital in a situation where physically they were not equals to most of the other competitors. They also seemed to work well together with a similar goal in mind: one of their three was going to get close to winning, even if if meant the other two had to sacrifice themselves in the process. He was just as prepared as he knew the two ladies were.
The jungle was a familiar place, and he had long ago faced his fear of it, the nightmares of that war. Vietnam had began to change the face of warfare in his world. He moved with an ease amid the foliage, never particularly taking a well-worn path. He also had no problem dropping into the moist dirt either. This was quite the good time after all, so why not live to the extreme in it?
Of course, paintball was low stakes in reality. It was still entertaining.]
The Hot Springs
[It was less the mess of paint that was hard to reach but the spattering of dirt that seemed to find its way into every aspect of his clothing and beyond. Everywhere he turned, there was just a new smeared patch of it. His hair was a mess, practically brown instead of the usual strawberry blond, which lead to him dumping a bucket of water on his head just to start somewhere.
He had no shame of his nudity either. He, of course, liked to think himself a gentleman and restricted himself to the men's room for a clean up. It simply took him quite some time to be clean enough to wander out into the hot springs for a good soak. Sore muscles were going to be his price to pay; it had been a good time and well-worth the efforts.
Cleaning or soaking, he always looked for a friendly face to make in-roads with.]
The Lounge
[Who didn't like revels? There was nothing quite like a shooting game to warm the men and women with friendly competition. The food and festivities were good and well-planned, and Pierce made certain to plunk himself down next to the fire where he could warm himself and watch the coming and going of others. He had a small plate of food, but he hadn't touched much of it, instead keeping himself mostly restricted to a nice cup of tea.
If anyone was looking closely, they might notice that he was stiff to the left shoulder and when he moved, the evidence of a blossoming bruise (made more extreme with age) was there. He didn't complain about it. He accepted his war wounds like everyone else, and he was more than a little interested in listening to and laughing about war stories.
Second place wasn't a bad finish after all. Miss Erso had won fair and square, and he was perhaps most pleased that the two winners had been perfectly wholesome non-enhanced individuals. All the power to normalcy and good tactics.]
Alexander Pierce | OTA
[Like everyone else, he was decked out in camouflage clothing and a cap. Perhaps unlike some, he had covered all of his visible skin with green, brown and black paints and had actually taken leaves from the jungle itself and pinned to his uniform. It was a outfit that he had once worn long ago, and he was comfort in it.
There were a few other physically older individuals whom he had agreed to work with. He knew between them that they had over a hundred years of combat and tactical experience, which would be vital in a situation where physically they were not equals to most of the other competitors. They also seemed to work well together with a similar goal in mind: one of their three was going to get close to winning, even if if meant the other two had to sacrifice themselves in the process. He was just as prepared as he knew the two ladies were.
The jungle was a familiar place, and he had long ago faced his fear of it, the nightmares of that war. Vietnam had began to change the face of warfare in his world. He moved with an ease amid the foliage, never particularly taking a well-worn path. He also had no problem dropping into the moist dirt either. This was quite the good time after all, so why not live to the extreme in it?
Of course, paintball was low stakes in reality. It was still entertaining.]
The Hot Springs
[It was less the mess of paint that was hard to reach but the spattering of dirt that seemed to find its way into every aspect of his clothing and beyond. Everywhere he turned, there was just a new smeared patch of it. His hair was a mess, practically brown instead of the usual strawberry blond, which lead to him dumping a bucket of water on his head just to start somewhere.
He had no shame of his nudity either. He, of course, liked to think himself a gentleman and restricted himself to the men's room for a clean up. It simply took him quite some time to be clean enough to wander out into the hot springs for a good soak. Sore muscles were going to be his price to pay; it had been a good time and well-worth the efforts.
Cleaning or soaking, he always looked for a friendly face to make in-roads with.]
The Lounge
[Who didn't like revels? There was nothing quite like a shooting game to warm the men and women with friendly competition. The food and festivities were good and well-planned, and Pierce made certain to plunk himself down next to the fire where he could warm himself and watch the coming and going of others. He had a small plate of food, but he hadn't touched much of it, instead keeping himself mostly restricted to a nice cup of tea.
If anyone was looking closely, they might notice that he was stiff to the left shoulder and when he moved, the evidence of a blossoming bruise (made more extreme with age) was there. He didn't complain about it. He accepted his war wounds like everyone else, and he was more than a little interested in listening to and laughing about war stories.
Second place wasn't a bad finish after all. Miss Erso had won fair and square, and he was perhaps most pleased that the two winners had been perfectly wholesome non-enhanced individuals. All the power to normalcy and good tactics.]