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dude i got arrested with my airsoft stuff. be careful where you play.

heres the story. Austin and jacob are friends of mine:
ninja-soft is traditional airsoft with ninja swords thrown in.



Austin and I started at Jacobs house. We decided that, since it was a Saturday and there was no school in session, we would go play a little ninja-soft at the vacant field next to Memorial Stadium at Federal Way High School. Jacob accompanied to watch, but turned back when we got to the field. Austin and I continued on, only to find the field was too muddy to play in (due to yesterdays storm).

I was equipped with an MP5 replica spring airsoft rifle (slung across back), Glock 9mm replica spring airsoft pistol (in holster on vest), Beretta 9mm replica gas airsoft pistol (in holster on thigh), and a wooden “katana” sword covered in black foam (hanging from my belt loop).

I was wearing the following, from feet up:
Black boots, navy blue jeans, black tactical drop-leg holster (with pistol inside), brown belt with gold buckle for my pants, black tactical belt for the vest (next item) that the drop-leg holster was attached to, black tactical airsoft vest (8 outer pockets/pouches, 3 inner, holster attached to left stomach area [pistol in holster]), inner gray t-shirt, outer black sweatshirt, dark brown gloves, dark blue neck protector (looks like an extension of sweatshirt), black balaclava (face mask), black ski goggles with clear lens(pulled up to rest on forehead).

Austin was (to the best of my memory) wearing:
Black shoes with white laces and trim, black jeans, black tactical drop-leg holster (containing a silver/black H&K “tomb raider” style replica spring airsoft pistol), black tactical belt (for vest) to which was attached his holster, black tactical strap-and-pocket style airsoft vest (around 10 pockets, no holster. Pockets contained various items possibly including extra BB’s, extra clips, or extra tactical gear.), slung around his back were his “kitty-kat” airsoft rifle (actual name unknown) and his wooden “katana” sword (as before, covered in black foam) in a sheath made from a cardboard wrapping paper roll coated with duct tape, black fleece jacket (undershirt situation unknown), black gloves, black/blue goggles with orange tinted lens, dark blue hat.

As said before, we realized the field was too muddy to play in, so we decided to use the track that runs around the football field in memorial stadium as an arena to sword fight in. Austin was able to climb the fence by the bleachers to get in directly, but, being less agile than him, I had to find another way around. Remembering past experiences exploring in that area, I pulled up the fact that there was a hole in the fence surrounding the tennis court that I could crawl through and get to the track.

So I backtracked my steps back to the edge of the field and walked along the road towards the FWHS main gate where I could get to the tennis court. Walking along I noticed some guy in a car staring at me, which SHOULDVE alerted me that I needed to turn back. But being the idiot I am, I kept going up to the tennis court. While I was walking I took out my sword and started casually swinging it around, not at anyone or anything in particular, and not at all menacingly. Also, all of my guns were holstered the whole time, from the time I left Jacobs house to the time the cops got me.

Upon arriving at the tennis court, I saw that someone had covered the hole with another chain link fence slab. I waved Austin over (who was walking around on the bleachers on the other side of the fence) and showed him that it was covered and I couldn’t get in.

Defeated by the fact that I couldn’t get in to the field, I turned around and started heading back to Jacobs house. Austin did the same on the other side of the fence. I got to the edge of the sidewalk in front of the loading bay for the school when a police car stopped on the other side of the street. He was probably 50 feet away, and I saw no problem so I didn’t even stop walking. Suddenly he turned on the bullhorn and called “Put your hands in the air!”. Being scared to death, I stopped dead in my tracks and threw my hands up.

“Keep your hands in the air, turn around, and get down on your knees.” I complied, and upon kneeling, I heard a gun cocked behind me- far enough away that I could tell it was being held by the car, but close enough that I could clearly tell it was a gun. “If you make any sudden movements you will be shot. Do you understand?”. Once again, scared s***less, I hollered a yes. At this point only 2 things were running through my head. Doing EXACTLY what I was told, and keeping my balance on my knees for fear of falling over and being killed.

“Lace your fingers behind your head”. I did it and heard them coming up behind me. At least 3. “Do not attempt to resist.” The police officer behind me said. They cuffed me and started taking my weapons. “Stand up.” Came the order. I kept silent but did as I was told. They marched me over to the cars and I saw that in only the 45 seconds I had been being cuffed and frisked, 3 more cop cars had arrived, making the grand total 4, with another coming up the street.

They brought me over to a car and had me lean over the hood as they adjusted the cuffs. They then took a picture of me on a digital camera, and proceeded to take off my goggles and mask. They laid out all my weapons on the hood of one car and began checking them as they put me in the back seat of an adjacent one.

There was about 6 inches of leg room, and because I was wearing boots, it made it nearly impossible to fit my feet in. On top of that, I had to spread my legs as far as they could go to keep from breaking them with the ZERO knee room. Even worse was the fact that I was handcuffed behind my back on a hard plastic seat, so the cuffs were digging into by wrists and back.

They finally concluded that the guns were fake and began unloading the BBs onto the ground. On the hood of the car were my 2 pistols, extra clip for one of them, MP5 with its sling and extra clip, a bottle of BBs, my sword, mask, goggles, wallet, and pocket change. Immediately after getting me in the car they checked the guns for danger and took everything out of my wallet. They occasionally opened the door to ask me questions, I cant remember most of them now. I was crying too hard to pay much attention.

Mostly I was crying because not only was I scared, but I feared for Austin’s life. He’s a dumb@$$ and I was afraid that he would try to run, hide, or attack the cops when they found him. Some of the questions I do remember are things like ‘how many people were with you?’ ‘what are their names?’ ‘where do they live?’ etc…

After they got the preliminary information they asked me to direct them to Austin’s house. It wasn’t far away, maybe a half a mile, so I directed them to Austin’s house to talk to his parents and see if Austin had come back there. He hadn’t, but the cops still had to talk to Austin’s parents so they let me out of the car and uncuffed me. I stood there next to the car as they prodded Austin’s dad with questions. He then came over to me and asked me if I knew where Austin was and if he was ok.

I suggested that he was probably at Jacobs house (which is so close to the school you can see what colors the cars are in the parking lot) and that he was headed there the last time I saw him. The cops then cuffed me, albeit looser than last time, and with more space between the cuffs, and made me get into the car again and lead them to Jacobs house. My car and 2 other ones pulled up to Jacobs house, but mine kept going. The other 2 stopped and got out, but my guy was taking me to the station.

We kept mostly silent the whole way, and when we got there they had all my confiscated things in a paper bag. They led me into a concrete walled room with 2 benches that were bolted to the floor and had handcuffs on chains attached to them. They had me take off my boots, belt, and gloves. Then they cuffed my leg to the bench.

The cop then went out into the room next to mine, a big office like room with computers, and started to write up a report. He asked me my name, address, eye color, weight, etc… Then quite suddenly, I realized they had gotten Austin. I heard his voice coming from the cell (exactly like mine) next to me that had been empty when I passed it.

They started admiring our guns, saying how cool they were, how detailed they were, and how they had one like it in their trunk, but real. Austin was led out of the room to do something unknown to me at the time, but I found out later (by later I mean when it happened to me) that they were getting pictures and prints.

When he was led back into the room they uncuffed me and took me in to do the same thing. They got mug shots and fingerprints, and filled out the final report. They sent me back to my room and told me to cuff myself. I started to, but they told me not to after all. They walked me out of the room, had me pick up my stuff (not the guns and stuff, I'm not sure if ill ever get that pile of $250 worth of airsoft stuff back. They had me pick up my boots and gloves and belt), and they walked me out to my dad.

At this time I am not facing charges, but in a couple weeks I will be going to a juvenile prosecutor and he will determine whether or not I am to get the record cleaned (highest probability, because I didn’t hurt anyone and he has bigger cases to worry about), or I am to be punished with community service or a fine.