[Zeb, Mike, and Axl are slumped wearily on the sofa. Zeb is half-heartedly screwing up paper balls to add to a small pile in front of himself and Mike. Axl is slouched with his sword in his lap. It's Zeb who spots Slenderman, standing directly behind where Axl's sprawled. His only immediate action is to sigh and draw back an arm to take unenthusiastic (but carefully judged) aim with his paper ball. Mike grabs some paper himself, but not before rolling his eyes with a heavy, put upon sigh.]
It's right behind you again, Axl.
[Axl swings his sword and Zeb throws his paper, but it's Mike who hits it with a wad of paper carelessly thrown a good foot to its left. Suddenly Slenderman is no longer where he was previously and is right in Mike's firing line. Zeb looks utterly offended. His throw should have hit Slenderman perfectly.]
That is so unfair. There's no way that should count.
I'm not the one who came up with the contest, Zeb.
[This time he throws a paper ball at Zeb... only for Slenderman to appear directly in front of him and take the hit. Zeb is disgusted, though he probaby shouldn't be surprised by now.]
You weren't even aiming for him that time. Axl. Tell him that doesn't count.
[ooc: Zeb is orange, Mike is green, Axl is a lazy butt who doesn't say anything.]