01 - Capture the Flag
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By Argetlam
Saturday, February 4th 2006 - 01:59:29 AM
Capture the Flag
Our little group prided itself on it's creativity, and we thought that we would change the rules of Capture the Flag, to make it more interesting.
Our little group consisted of twin brothers Ryan and Scott (17), their little sister Jessica and her two friends Morgan and Vela (16). Sometimes we included Morgan's younger brother, Brock (14) in our games, whenever it suited us.
Although we didn't alter the rules of the game too much, we expanded the boundaries so as to include, not only the field, but the woods behind Morgan and Brock's house. We also made it a weaponless game where no paintball guns or anything were allowed, and people relied on their strength and speed to win. The most important rule we changed was the fact that, instead of a piece of cloth on a stick for the flag, we chose people.
After our little group invited some independent friends over, it didn't take long to come up with teams. Most of the people that came over were friends and acquaintances of Brock.
Team 1: Scott, Ryan, Vela, Morgan, Jessica, Evan (16) and Hillary (14).
Team 2: Brock, Alex (14), Andrew (14), Grey (14), Danielle (15), Josh (12) and Nick (18).
Morgan, the accepted leader of our little group, explained the rules so that everyone would know them. She also stated that each team would choose the other team's flag, and that the flag, or prisoner, could either escape by themselves at any time or be released by a team-member. The team who'd flag reaches their base first, wins.
As Morgan was the leader of our Team 1, we let her choose who to take as their flag. She figured that it would be best if we took Alex, for Brock considered Alex his second hand man.
"Alright," Morgan said with a slight smile, "You can pick first, Brock."
A slight smirk passed through Brock's lips as he said, "I'm taking Scott."
This was not good for Team 1. Scott was the biggest and probably strongest on the team. Scott walked over to his captors, slowly, a somewhat grave look on his face, and stood by Brock who clasped his hand on the 17 year old's shoulder, the smirk still evident on his lips.
"Alright," said Morgan, slightly irritated, "I'm taking Alex."
The smirk was wiped off Brock's face as Alex reluctantly walked to Morgan, an apprehensive look on his face. Brock was clearly shocked, he lost his best friend, but he got to keep Nick, who was bigger and stronger, even, then Scott. Mixed emotions washed through him.
"Alright, the game will start in 15 minutes." Brock said, "I will shoot my cap gun in the air and that will begin the game.
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The sun was beginning to set of the late September day, as a cool eastern breeze disturbed the calmness of the 75 degree weather.
Team 2 was moving at an almost jogging pace, propelling their new captive with them. Brock made sure that the enemy's flag was in his sight as he discussed certain battle strategies with Danielle and Nick. It took them only a few moments to find the tall, thick tree of which they centered their base. As everyone prepared taking drinks of water and spraying mosquitoe repellent, Brock led his prisoner to the center of the clearing where the large tree stood.
Scott, the captive, was a pretty handsome young lad of 17, wearing khaki cargo shorts and a brown t-shirt. His short socks were barely viewable over his bright red and white vans.
"Sit." he commanded. Scott did as he was told. As he sat down, Grey came over with a white plastic bag from a grocery store and gave it to Brock. The team's leader had a young looking face with medium length dirty-blond hair. A light scar drifted under the eye of his sunbathed face. He was decked in black, a black t-shirt, black shorts and black shoes. The only thing that was not black were the white sport-style socks he was wearing, which were crew-length and worn sloppily up like a Tennis player.
Brock wiped his brow "Damn, it's hot out here." he said softly to himself as he pushed the crew-length socks down so that they scrunched around his ankle. He then went through the white bag and pulled out a coil of heavy, rough twain rope.
"Whoa, what are you doing? The rules don't say you can tie someone up!" Scott protested.
"Where in the rules does it say I can't? Plus, I can't have you escape and win this game! Who knows what she'll demand from me if she wins!" Brock said with a smirk. "Now stand up and turn around with your hands behind your back." The control-freak wasn't too gentle when tying his captive's hands, before tying the remained of the rope around the tree.
Examining his rope-work and then testing the bonds again, Brock pulled two worn, white pieces of cloth out of the bag.
"Sorry, Scott. Your going to have to be gagged... I can't have you screaming for help and giving up our base location."
As Brock got loser, Scott saw that two sloppily folded pairs of socks were in either hand. As Brock unfolded the socks, he saw that one pair was wearing away with age and browning with use and the other were identical to the pair Brock was wearing at the moment.
"Alright, Scott, I'm going to let you choose which ones I gag you with. The new ones on the left or the old ones on the right."
Scott could smell one of the pairs, which he assumed was the worn pair. "Alright, I'll take the ones on the left." he said without any further thought on the matter and Brock grinned from ear to ear.
He tossed the old pair to his left in the bushes as he took the newer ones and shoved one into Scott's mouth, tying the other tightly around to work as a cleave gag before taping his mouth shut even farther. The captive had guessed wrong... these were the dirty socks, he cursed himself for making such a brash decision.
"I wore those everyday during Gym last week, Scott." he laughed like the sadistic little trickster that he was.
With a satisfied nod, Brock declared, "We only have a couple minutes before the start of the game. Nick, I want you to guard Scott. Use your strength to make sure he doesn't get away." Nick nodded, as Brock looked at his watch and shot his gun into the air, before taking one more good look at his prisoner, and darting off to save his best friend.
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Morgan yanked Alex by the hand as her team jogged through the woods to find the weeping willow tree which would serve as their base. This beautiful tree was found by Vela before the game started, and it was old enough to offer full, covered protection with its leaves. As the rest of the team prepared, Morgan stalked behind the tree, dragging Alex with her, where a rope ladder hung from a platform.
"Climb." Morgan demanded. The group had built a platform for the tree, and put it among the branches, where it fit almost perfectly, of course it took Vela's acrobatic climbin ability and the strength of both of the twins to life the platform to such a high place. Alex climbed up to the platform, Morgan right behind him and Vela close behind her.
Morgan wore her dirty-blonde hair in a pony-tail as she donned a teal t-shirt that exposed her stomach and white shorts. Her white socks rested halfway up the ankle above her tennis shoes as her foot-tapped with impatience.
"Alright, Alex," Morgan said as they all climbed the tree and got themselves situated, "if you cooperate, we will go easier on you. If not, then we will make your time here hell."
Alex nodded nervously. With his dark brown hair and pale skin, Alex looked sick with nervousness at the situation. Wearing a white t-shirt and khaki shorts with his white and green Globes and socks that you could not see, Alex gulped and nodded.
"What was Brock going to use to keep the flag from escaping?" Morgan asked tensely.
"I think he was just gonna tie him up." Alex said simply in a strained voice.
Morgan nodded, "That is what I thought. Ok, because we said we would be easy on you, we will not be tying you up so that you have no motion, only so that we can keep you still and silent."
Alex nodded, somewhat relieved, as Vela tied his wrists behind his back with white, cotton rope and gagged him with a clean, white bandana in a cleave-gag.
The girls then left him alone and pulled the rope ladder down before Morgan spoke to her team. "Alright, you all know what to do. Don't be stupid and rush into something you can't handle and keep your cell-phones on vibrate. Vela, I want you to have first watch of Alex.
Vela nodded her consent as Morgan looked up at the platform from the front of the tree, smiling at how well it was hidden before taking off.
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To be continued, tomorrow evening.
I have AIM, leave yours and I will get back to you.
Argetlam
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Saturday, February 4th 2006 - 07:46:40 PM
Capture the Flag Part Two
Scott rubbed the coarse rope around his rest, and found that it would be near impossible to escape by himself. He then checked his foul sock-gag, of which the taste he was becoming accusomed to. He tried to simply say "Help." as he would in casual conversation, but it came out as a muffled, unitelligible noise... Brock knew what he was doing when he planned this game.
Nick, the 18-year old was Grey's brother. When he found out Grey was going to play Capture the Flag, he had nothing better to do, so he joined them, although Morgan was reluctant to let him. As it turned out, he helped make the teams even, so he was allowed to stay.
Nick was very tall, reahin about 6'4, but he was quite skinny. When he got excited, it was very hard to understand what he was saying. Nick always shaved his hair, and he was almost always smiling, showing his crooked, larger teeth. He wore a Carolina Blue muscle shirt and white gym-shorts with his white and Carolina blue basketball shoes and crew socks worn similar to Brock's.
He babbled excitedly to Scott, reassuring his captive that he wouldn't escape, and that Brock's team would win, while Scott thought hard for ways to escape.
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Alex rubbed his wrists around the soft, cotton rope, and found that it was too slick to slip off. He gnawed on the white bandana that he was cleave-gagged with and thought about an easy way of escape. Even if I manage to untie myself, he thought desperatley, it'll be hard to get down from this platform.
Vela paced under the plat-form, at times looking up at her captive with her blue-gray eyes. Vela was short and strong, standing at only 5'4, Vela's well-toned, thin body was tanned gold from the sun. She pulled her shoulder-length blond hair while snatching a mosquitoe from the front of her face.
Pacing barefoot under the platform, her cloggs sitting beside the tree, Vela wore long red pants and a brown t-shirt. She looked at the position of the sun... she reasoned that it was about 7:30, before pacing back and forth again.
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Brock tramped through the tall grass, Grey and Andrew close behind him as he looked out for signs of Team 1.
"Alright guys. He said after about a half-hour, "This is stupid, we should split up. Grey, you go over there," he pointed to his left, "Andrew you go there," he pointed back to where they came from and slightly to the right, "I'll go straight." The boys split up.
As Brock got through the grass, picking seeds and dirt out of his shorts and socks, he heard someone coming through the woods in the opposite direction, he quickly hid behind the
Argetlam
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Saturday, February 4th 2006 - 08:15:29 PM
Capture the Flag Part 2 continued
(Sorry, I accidently signed before I finished...)
Brock found the nearest place to hide, and strained his ears to hear who was coming. It didn't take long to realize whoever it was, they were small and alone. Brock couldn't help but smirk...
As Evan came out of the woods, he was blissfully unaware that anyone was near him. Evan was a puny kid, only about 5'3 or 4 and maybe 110 lbs. Evan wore his red hair long as it reached the bottom of his neck. He was wearing a red t-shirt and blue board shorts, with tennis shoes and socks you couldn't see over his shoes. His green-blue eyes looked across the field and knew that the other team's base must be somewhere over there...
Brock almost laughed as he saw that they let Evan go by himself. He simply walked out of hiding and pushed the boy down. Although Evan was two years older than Brock, Brock was taller than him by at least 3 inches and has over 30 lbs over him. Brock lifted Evan up and said, "If you want to stay free you'll so as I say."
Evan nodded nervously, "Ok..."
"Point out the direction of your base."
"It's back there!" he said with a jerk of the thumb, "Just please don't take me to your base."
"Fine." Brock said shortly as he pushed Evan to a tree, and taking a peice of twine, tied the scrawny boy's wrists to one of the branches. "That should hold you long enough." he said as he took off in the direction of Team 1's base.
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Morgan had been stalking Andrew since he left Brock's side. Andrew was a pale kid with bright blonde hair and bulging blue eyes. His head was dis-proportiantly larger than his body. He was wearing a white t-shirt with brown shorts and white shoes with socks you couldn't see above te shoe.
She knew him to be the weakest-willed on the other team, and it wouldn't take much to threaten him into submission. After he finally stoped, she snuck up behind him and held a sharp stick to his neck.
"Don't move." she demanded while getting into a more comfortable position. Poor Andre just gulped and panted nervously "Ok."
"Tell me which way your base is if you don't want me to cut you with this, I'm sure it's pretty sharp."
"It's over there." Andrew whimpered as he pointed out the location to their secret base.
"Good choice... Ryan!" she called. In a few second's, Scott's paler twin brother, garbed in a black t-shirt and jean-shorts with his gray and red Globes. "Take him back to the base and give him to Vela, she knows where to put our captures." Ryan nodded his consent, and with Andrew ahead of him, moved at a fast-pace to the Willow-Tree Base.
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Right before Brock got to the Willow, he heard an angry shout from below it's boughs and was about to take off running when Danielle, accompanied by Alex, ran out from underneath the long, steady leaves.
Danielle was a beautiful young girl of fifteen. She wore a purple shirt and short white shorts as she sprinted out toward Brock. Her flowing, straight brown hair trailing behind her as she ran with such swiftness.
She caught up with Brock and said, "Brock! I was barely able to save him when... Shit!" she was cut off.
Vela tore through the woods, barefoot from the Willow tree as she caught site of her escaped prisoner. Jessica was alarmed by her call, and came to her aid.
Jessica, who was by no means ugly, was taller than the other girls at 5'8. She was a natural athlete, and her long curled hair was worn down as always. She wore a green t-shirt and brown shorts.
Alex fell and Jessica ran to him, making sure he didn't get up as Danielle and Brock bolted. Vela ran by Jessica like a brown blur and tackled Danielle. Brock, being the gentlement that he was, kept running and didn't stop until he got to the field again, where he plopped down, exhausted.
"Great..." he said within breaths, "Now they've got Danielle too... I better go an make sure everythings ok at our end." and he took off again.
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The rest later.
Argetlam
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Sunday, February 5th 2006 - 01:21:18 AM
Capture the Flag Part Three
Alex, Danielle and Andrew climbed up the rope ladder, Vela and Ryan followed close behind. The three were tied in the same manner Alex was before, but they were not gagged, for Brock knew where the Willow Base was anyway. Frusturated and speaking with each other and hushed voices, Ryan and Vela climbed down the rope ladder before pulling it down with them before walking away, arguing about something.
"Look guys, you have to escape," hissed Alex, "they might not chase far after you if I don't leave."
"We can't leave you Alex..." Danielle said softly, "Brock..."
"Who gives a shit about Brock? I'm the flag so I'm more important. You all need to escape so you can help Brock and get a better plan. Right now all he is is Grey, Nick and little Josh."
"He's right." Andrew said to Danielle as he moved back-to-back with her and untied her bonds before she untied his.
"We'll be back." Danielle said seriously, "I promise."
"Good, now go. I'll distract them."
Danielle climbed down the tall tree with Andrew, although it was quite difficult and they both ended up with many scrapes and scars. They bolted through the tall leaves as Alex let out a shrill scream, so that Vela ran and climbed up to him.
"What is... What the Hell?" She asked puzzeled, "Ryan, two of them escaped! Quick, after them."
Ryan ran out of the trees boughs and said, "I'll never catch them now! Damn it!" Alex kept a cool smirk on his face as Vela and Ryan smoldered with anger.
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It didn't take long for Nick to get cocky and state, "You know what? There never gonna find you. I'm gonna get some sleep." And so he did.
Scott were freverishly against his bonds just before Morgan came and cut them loose. He then ripped his gag out and threw it down.
"Thanks, Morgan." Scott said with a smile.
"Anytime." she replied, "Now what should we do with him?"
"Let's just do a quick-tie behind the back." she suggested. They were able to te his hands with a thin peice of twine without him waking up.
As they walked quietly past him, Josh and Grey came from the other end and caught site of them.
The twelve year-old Josh had not even broken 5 feet, and he still had all of his baby. His streaked blonde hair grew wildly atop his head as he wore a yellow t-shirt, black shorts, black skating shoes and orange crew socks worn similar to Nick's and Brock's.
Grey, on the other hand, was of hispanic desent. His short croppsd black hair matched his outfit of a black t-shirt, black shoes, white shorts and white crew socks pulled up.
Scott and Morgan ran in the opposite direction, affectivley waking Nick. They ran as hard and as fast as they could, but when in the middle of the woods ran into Brock.
"Of all the shitty luck." murmered Scott. Morgan nodded in agreement. They were quickly surrounded, 4 to 2. "Split up." Scott murmered and Morgan nodded again.
"Get them!" Brock said right as the two bolted, Scott to the left and Morgan the right. Scott heard Brock's flat-feet close on his heels as he turned to the right to try to trick the predator chasing him. He took another right when he got to the field and ran right into Nick, who grabbed him and clamped a hand firmly over his mouth before lifting him off the ground and carrying him over to Brock.
As Scott was dropped, Brock said, "Nice try Scott. Take him, will ya Nick?" Nick grabbed him and ran with Brock back to base.
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Morgan was able to outsmart Grey and Josh and got back to the base, where everyone on the team was waiting for her.
After they all exchanged stories, Morgan sighed and said, "Back to square one. They are working under the buddy-system. I want you all to partner up, Vela and Ryan as one group, Jessica, Evan and Hillary the other. I'll keep watch on the base for a while." The team nodded in agreement, and set about making their own plans.
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Team 1 all got their at roughly the same time, Danielle and Andrew the last to arrive.
"Listen y'all." Brock said, "I'm exhausted, so I'm gonna watch my prisoner for a while. Then I want Grey and Josh to pair up and Andrew and Danielle, Nick can handle things by himself. Go out and lower their team numbers so we can take their base and Alex and win the game." The team broke up.
Brock then went ahead and tied the already bound Scott in a more efficient manner. He decided to tie the older boy up in the only chair on the base. He tied his wrist's to the chair's arms and his leg's to the chairs legs with the same coarse rope he used before.
He then went over to the discrded worn socks and sat down in front of Scott. The captive thought that Brock would gag him with those, but instead he removed his own shoes and socks before putting those on and rolling them down.
"You know you have to be punished for escaping, so you might as well open wide." Brock said with an evil grin. This gag tasted as foul as the last to Scott, and they were worse because they were warm from Brock's fresh foot-sweat. The thought made Scott gag, so he cleared his mind and tried to escape while Brock paced the camp.
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Morgan beamed with happiness as she saw both of her raid groups come back with posative results withing 5 minuets of each other. Although Evan had been captured by Danielle and Andrew, Ryan and Vela brought Nick back, and Jessica and Hillary returned with Josh.
"This time, make sure they're all kept seperatley." she told Vela and Ryan. Both boys were tied to seperate trees with the same cotton rope used on Alex. Nick was gagged beause he simply wouldn't shut up, but Josh was not.
"Good, now that we have a number advantage we can go ahead and raid them. The teams aren't at all evenly matched with Nick out of the picture, although I want Hillary to stay here and guard the prisoners. If anyone comes, just call us." Hillary said, "Ok, I don't want to fight anymore anyway."
The remaining four crept into the woods and prepared and assault on Team 2's camp.
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Brock was furious with Grey and Nick, Nick for allowing himself to be captured and Grey for letting Josh be captured... Josh did, afterall, trust Brock even though he was reluctant to play this game. Seeing that Danielle and Andrew only got Evan didn't improve his mood either.
"Alright, theres only one way I can see us winning now, and thats if we all four run to their base and free Alex."
"But what about them" Grey asked pointing at Scott and Evan.
"Well, I guess Scot'll have to come with us... the rules dont say we cant move the flag. Evan can stay here until Morgan gets here, so she can know she lost early."
Brock went to untie their captive from the tree and bound his wrists tightly behind his back, before leading the whole company at a jog to Team 1's base, leaving Evan as an insult to Morgan
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When Morgan and her company got to the One-Tree base, they saw it was deserted except for Evan. Morgan quickly release him and said, "Where the Hell are they?"
"The four of them took Scott and went to seige our base!" Evan declared.
"What they can't move the flag!" Morgan debated.
"Why not?" Evan said, "I thought that was the point of a human flag, wasn't it."
"Damn it..." she said, "Your right. Well, let's quit waisting time, we might catch them." And at that, they sprinted full force back to their base.
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Brock got there about two minuets before his sister. Danielle and Andrew untied Nick and Josh, while Grey held onto Hillary and Brock threw the rope-ladder up to the platform and released his best friend.
When Morgan arrived, she declared Brock the winner. After a few moments of celebration on Team 2's behalf, Brock said, "Y'all are losers." he said as he untied Scott.
"I have to admit, that was a lot of fun." Morgan said.
Everyone agreed, including Alex and Scott.
The End.
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We had a few more games like that with the whole group, and there were several tie-ups between certain members of the group after that.
Just give word if you'd like another story.
Argetlam
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