[h1][color=red]Archer Kent[/color] AND [color=8793ca]Ezra Collins[/color] [/h1]
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Ezra looked around the room, and raised his eyebrow. Ezra raised his eyebrow around this little group of weirdos, he fit just right in. Ezra smiled. [color=8793ca]"Paintball, huh? Cool."[/color] He hoped no one would walk up to him and ask him who he was. David knew, and that's all he really cared for who knew. As matter of fact, this group looks shitty. He didn't really care for being a friend with any of these people. He'd rather stay from getting close to one of these guys. 

As he heard about paintball he couldn't wait. This would be fun, too bad they couldn't use their powers. It seemed that the person known as Archer Kent, was on the opposite team. He'd love to wipe that smug look on that pretty boy's face. He was in the forest and was ready to shoot, he didn't know why. But he was targeted that Archer guy, just to prove that he's cooler he guessed. Or was it something else?


Archer looked around, and looked at the Paintball gun he was holding. It looked like it was a modified Tommy Gun, which was very cool. The downside is that it was kind of heavy. He looked around, and walked close to a tree, taking cover. Just to make sure no one had him in their sights. [color=red]"....Come on, I know someone's there." He said loudly, the intention to bring someone out.

A paintball had hit his gun so hard, the air tank gained a dent in it with a speck of red paint. Luckily paint on guns don't count, but who was that? Obviously someone was aiming right at him. 

[color=8793ca]"Bring your face out, pretty boy!"[/color] Ezra yelled at Archer, aiming at the tree he was at. [color=red]"You look like a teenager, and you have the nerve to call me a pretty boy?!"[/color] Archer yelled back at him.