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[nita_callahan]

Snow! GIP!

. . .Dude, it's summer back in Nita's world. Snow is a good thing.

Nita's outside, idly making snowballs and stockpiling them up. Though she's got a good coat and mittens, she's hatless.

Approaching carries the risk of a snowball fight. You've been warned.

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[nita_callahan]

There's a disembodied shriek, and she appears out of thin air, lobbing a return shot.

"All's fair in love and snowballs!"

[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

Jack raises an eyebrow, a calculating smile on his face. "Oh really..."

[nita_callahan]

The appropriate sentiment around now, for any normal person, would be along the lines of "Ahahahahah crap."

Instead, Nita grins back suicidally and disappears again. She takes a few crunching footsteps and stops, noticing her prints in the snow behind her. She pauses for a second, considering, and then tosses another snowball into the air, speaking quickly under her breath.

It takes a fair amount of concentration to get the snowball to curve around to the left before coming in towards Jack again, but she manages it.

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

Alas! For it hits Tony instead.

There is an audible curse, and the sight of hands furiously working to make a snowball.

[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

"Nice try, Callahan," Jack says, throwing another snowball toward the footprints. It's actually easier than trying to shoot someone in the dark; the footprints are a big help.

[nita_callahan]

There's also the fact that she's giggling helplessly, by now. Sound helps you pinpoint.

There might be an attempt at "Sorry, Tony!" somewhere in there.

. . .Okay, maybe not.

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

Whether she's sorry or not is irrevelant.

She's presently the target of one snowball flying from Tony's direction.