The Throwing Things Thread!, That RP thread no one posted in. Until now. Mate. Options

[Blackscorpion]

*Notices Mark walking around sans... anything, and tries not to facepalm and break out laughing simultaneously. Realizing that Havana doesn't have any surplus stores, decides to leave the Brummie wander around aimlessly for now and concentrate on the semi-naked German madman. Finds pMaster pointing his weapon at the Australian gentleman. As to protocol, takes aim at pMaster's head and squeezes the trigger, simultaneously realizing the scope had the wrong range dialed and the bullet will hit pMastet's chest instead.*

[pMASTER]

*Is struck by a single bullet to the very adamant tie pin the Ozzie gave him and thrown around like a softball. Wants to cry like a little girl over a possibly broken rib but immediately bursts into laughter when realizing that the bullet ricocheted from his chest and smashed the Ozzies' drink. Works his weapon into Scorpy's general direction and suggests the stunned drinker to do the same.*

[Wittmann]

My Hemmingway Daquari... I was drinking that.
It's gone. I... loved that daquari.

Orders another.
Looks at the Finn with malice.

"OI! C**T! That's just not cricket!"


It's on now chaps!
Pulls a Glock from under the table.

[Daniel]

*Rouses from his slumber in a corner, clocks the Reservoir Dogs-esque scene playing out before him. Takes a comforting grip of his concealed sawn-off shotgun, aimed at no one in particular. Pretends to go back to sleep.*

[pMASTER]

*Fires some well-placed shots at Scorpy while shouting blasphemic obscenities. Makes plans to eradicate the entire sodding commie island, Hemingway's alcoholized memory aside.*

[Wittmann]

Moves to a better position as pMaster fires. Prepares to cover pMasters bound with a few supressing shots once he is ready.
Grabs bottle of rum on the way and commences swigging.

Accuracy could be a problem soon.

Considers going back past the bar for a bottle for Daniel.

[Daniel]

*Determines Scorpy to be the greatest threat to any future beverages and looses off a couple of blasts in his direction.*

"Rum sounds good to me!"

[Blackscorpion]

*Noticing some fire coming his way, squeezes off a few quick shots towards the naked/drunk bunch. Realizing he's out of range of Witty and Daniel, he concentrates on The German. Decides still to bugger off since the situation is turning hot and pops off a few thermite nades into the nearby windows with a WP nade covering his retreat. Starts moving through the buildings that are not yet ablaze, keeping his rifle and sidearm ready.*

[Blackbuck]

*Finds a crate with his gear in which was cunningly planted before his arrival. - Runs off towards the glowing sky*

[pMASTER]

*Runs headlessly into the opposite direction, thinking that any encounter with burning plasma might be inadvisable. Stops halfway in a flash of wit to follow the Brummie, fearing he might use the opportunity to kidnap some certain divine female being from his sleeping room (Cuba's on the other half of the world but they are connected to air travel).*

[Blackbuck]

I'm sure that certain divine female would like to be ravished by armed men?

*goes to talk to the Bavarian about "the divine one"*

[Blackscorpion]

*Appears from a dark alley, holding his Sphinx up and aiming directly at pMasters head.*

"Bad dog!" *Cocks the hammer*

[Wittmann]

Turns the corner, sees whats going down and throws the rum bottle and somehow brains the Finn in the head, who goes out like a light, rum cascading over his still form.

Then realises he still has a pistol in his other hand.
"...shit."

[Blackbuck]

*looks at Scorpy, looks at Wittmann, looks at Scorpy, looks at pMASTER, looks back at Wittmann. Tases Wittmann and walks off*

[pMASTER]

Armed men to ravish her? What sick phantasies do you live in? The only slob to ravish somebody in my bedroom is me!

*Has an ear shot off by Scorpy. Shrugs off the agony, worse has happened to him in the past. Lays suppressive fire down on the general area while thinking if he should I.) stay and fulfill his dream of destroying one of the last commie regimes on this planet, II.) haste home to secure his harem or III.) take a drink with the puzzled-looking Ozzie.*

[Blackbuck]

But you're armed with a tie pin here!

*goes to find Castro and his associates*

[Wittmann]

Drunkenly stands and attempts to shrug off the rather unpleasant tazing.

Grabs pMaster, whom now firing madly madly at anything that looks like it might even remotely be a threat, not limited to and including

*chairs
*vases
*bottles
*asphalt
*thin air

and stumbles off with him as sirens begin to draw near. The Policía Nacional Revolucionaria are on the way!
We must get back on the tail of that Finn and figure out what all these other armed nuts are up to.

The sooner that is done - the sooner we go back to cigars and alcoholism.

[pMASTER]

*Is led away by a more responsible contestant. "Alright then my good Sir, lead the way" he says, loosing that ridiculous tie of his.*

[Blackbuck]

*sits down in a bar waiting for a liaison*

[Blackscorpion]

*Wakes up. Wonders why his clothes smell a bit funny, then notices some dried blood and the broken bottle of rum. Looks at the bottle in agony, cries "Why's the rum gone!?" and finally decides to get up. Wonders where everybody went, but then noticed Mark at the bar.*

*Keeping his weapons ready, walks to the bar and makes himself a Cuba Libre and sits down at the opposite corner. Places his rifle on the adjacent bench and his primary sidearm on the table, keeping his .357 COP derringer and X26 ready.*

@Witty: lovely how you felt the need to go after me as I was lying at your feet...