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10 yrs ago
My English Finals was to perfectly recite the theme song of Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. I've never felt so much accomplishment.
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10 yrs ago
Both J. Cole and Gambino dropped new music. Loving my life at the moment.
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10 yrs ago
But I'm not a rapper.
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11 yrs ago
I just wanna chill with squad and play shitty PS4 games. Why does school fuck life uppp
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God damn it, this always happens.
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GG no re.
Anticipation is high within the Dirty Dan household.
Anticipation is high within the Dirty Dan household.
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Jack Missouri
Elevator/Atrium
Jackdaw took a right through the atrium, his lightly scarred visage turning into a slightly deeper frown when a few of the natural Vault citizens seemed to shrink away. He was beginning to get tired of the discrimination. He had naively thought that graduating, and getting a real job, would have garnered him more respect amongst the other dwellers...but that was a false dream, apparently. As his thoughts began to act up his annoyance level, the man clenched his fists, brushing roughly past a wandering Vault Dweller on his way to the elevator. Pressing the button, he entered the opening steel doors, leaning back against the wall once he was settled inside. However, a small 'ahem' alerted him instantly to another presence, and Jack opened his dark golden eyes, revealing the annoyance within the irises. Just as he thought... "Oh, so Jacky-boy, you're finally alone, huh?" Two jackasses...despite their tough words, they were rather...scrawny. He almost felt bad about what he was about to do. "Hey, Larry, let's show this nasty rad-blood-" This was a bit of a miracle, in some ways. He was getting pretty stressed. As the doors closed, and Jack casually slapped the 'Down' button on his way to stand fully, the supposed 'Larry' felt an inkling of regret.
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Jack Missouri
Refugee Living Quarters
The elevator opened, and a few wandering Refugees, whom were simply cleaning around their rather shitty living quarters, glanced over to the doors, curious on whom was coming down. It wasn't often their quarters got visited, other than for routinely check-ups by Security Guards and, even more rarely, one of the Overseers themselves. Jackdaw exited the entrance, leaving behind two jump-suit-wearing figures, whom were both groaning in a heap. Jackdaw himself had a bruise on the side of his jaw, from a lucky hook, but otherwise, he wasn't injured. His jumpsuit seemed a bit more ruffled, if that counted. As the elevator doors closed, most-likely sending the two back up to the Atrium, Jackdaw exhaled, giving the Refs a nod, before walking over to his living quarters. The cleaning continued shortly after, the other refugees not bothered with the scene. It happened quite often amongst them;; It was simply impossible for natural Vault Citizens and Refugees to get along indefinitely.
As the door closed and locked behind him, Jack sat on his rather barren bed, his scowl slowly drifting away to reveal a slight smirk. Falling back onto the bed, the man let out a rough chuckle, bringing an arm up to cover his eyes from the low light of his room's lamp. "Damn. I'm getting too old for this shit..." He, muffled by his jumpsuit's fabric, quoted one of his father's old quotes. Sighing, he dropped his arms, golden eyes slowly closing. A nap wouldn't hurt, right? But should he be napping at such an important time? Ugh.
He sat back up, swift hands nimbly unlocking the nightstand beside his bed. Reaching into the darkness, he pulled out a weathered-looking 10mm. "Might as well." He muttered under his breath, standing. Jack grabbed the cleaning kit from out of the nightstand, before closing the safe-keeping department. Sitting himself in his work-desk, the man rested both objects on the desk's rough wooden surface, before expertly flipping the gun between his fingers, slamming his left palm against the side. The loaded magazine smoothly slid out, from years of greasing and shining, and with his eyes narrowed in concentration, Jackdaw began the slow, arduous process...
Elevator/Atrium
Jackdaw took a right through the atrium, his lightly scarred visage turning into a slightly deeper frown when a few of the natural Vault citizens seemed to shrink away. He was beginning to get tired of the discrimination. He had naively thought that graduating, and getting a real job, would have garnered him more respect amongst the other dwellers...but that was a false dream, apparently. As his thoughts began to act up his annoyance level, the man clenched his fists, brushing roughly past a wandering Vault Dweller on his way to the elevator. Pressing the button, he entered the opening steel doors, leaning back against the wall once he was settled inside. However, a small 'ahem' alerted him instantly to another presence, and Jack opened his dark golden eyes, revealing the annoyance within the irises. Just as he thought... "Oh, so Jacky-boy, you're finally alone, huh?" Two jackasses...despite their tough words, they were rather...scrawny. He almost felt bad about what he was about to do. "Hey, Larry, let's show this nasty rad-blood-" This was a bit of a miracle, in some ways. He was getting pretty stressed. As the doors closed, and Jack casually slapped the 'Down' button on his way to stand fully, the supposed 'Larry' felt an inkling of regret.
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Jack Missouri
Refugee Living Quarters
The elevator opened, and a few wandering Refugees, whom were simply cleaning around their rather shitty living quarters, glanced over to the doors, curious on whom was coming down. It wasn't often their quarters got visited, other than for routinely check-ups by Security Guards and, even more rarely, one of the Overseers themselves. Jackdaw exited the entrance, leaving behind two jump-suit-wearing figures, whom were both groaning in a heap. Jackdaw himself had a bruise on the side of his jaw, from a lucky hook, but otherwise, he wasn't injured. His jumpsuit seemed a bit more ruffled, if that counted. As the elevator doors closed, most-likely sending the two back up to the Atrium, Jackdaw exhaled, giving the Refs a nod, before walking over to his living quarters. The cleaning continued shortly after, the other refugees not bothered with the scene. It happened quite often amongst them;; It was simply impossible for natural Vault Citizens and Refugees to get along indefinitely.
As the door closed and locked behind him, Jack sat on his rather barren bed, his scowl slowly drifting away to reveal a slight smirk. Falling back onto the bed, the man let out a rough chuckle, bringing an arm up to cover his eyes from the low light of his room's lamp. "Damn. I'm getting too old for this shit..." He, muffled by his jumpsuit's fabric, quoted one of his father's old quotes. Sighing, he dropped his arms, golden eyes slowly closing. A nap wouldn't hurt, right? But should he be napping at such an important time? Ugh.
He sat back up, swift hands nimbly unlocking the nightstand beside his bed. Reaching into the darkness, he pulled out a weathered-looking 10mm. "Might as well." He muttered under his breath, standing. Jack grabbed the cleaning kit from out of the nightstand, before closing the safe-keeping department. Sitting himself in his work-desk, the man rested both objects on the desk's rough wooden surface, before expertly flipping the gun between his fingers, slamming his left palm against the side. The loaded magazine smoothly slid out, from years of greasing and shining, and with his eyes narrowed in concentration, Jackdaw began the slow, arduous process...
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I'll throw a post up soon. I have something in mind, but I'm not sure if it'll work with the way Vertical plans on us leaving the vault.
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Jack Missouri
Classroom
Tagged;; Elijah - @RangingWolf
Hey, so this guy did know his name. Jack's eyebrow arched slightly, and the boy rested his hands fully in his pockets, glancing back down to Elijah. He hadn't hung out with the boy, nor anyone else in this class for that matter, but they all had to have known each other's names. They've been in the same class for practically twelve years, right? "Yeah, Jack." He responded, amber eyes quickly taking stock of what was happening around the classroom. Outside the door, the little 'party' was picking up, with four people now grouped around the one person...Katherine. It was a rather amusing sight, considering the tall, red-haired thug wasn't usually the most friendliest of girls, but, eh. Maybe she was attempting to be friendly at the last day of school, or something of that note.
At that thought, he realized that, maybe, he should begin to head out and take care of some work. He still had to clean his dad's 10mm, get something to eat, head to the security quarters for his uniform, and then, most-likely, meet with the Overseers for some sort of job discussion, considering he'd be working directly under the two. With that thought in mind, Jack turned his eyes back to Elijah, nodding once. "Catch you later." He was usually a bit brisk in his talks, but it was never directly rude. Just abrupt. Walking past the boy's desk, Jack exited the classroom, dark golden eyes looking at Katherin's group for a split second, before his interested dwindled almost immediately, and he was right back on track to his room.
Classroom
Tagged;; Elijah - @RangingWolf
Hey, so this guy did know his name. Jack's eyebrow arched slightly, and the boy rested his hands fully in his pockets, glancing back down to Elijah. He hadn't hung out with the boy, nor anyone else in this class for that matter, but they all had to have known each other's names. They've been in the same class for practically twelve years, right? "Yeah, Jack." He responded, amber eyes quickly taking stock of what was happening around the classroom. Outside the door, the little 'party' was picking up, with four people now grouped around the one person...Katherine. It was a rather amusing sight, considering the tall, red-haired thug wasn't usually the most friendliest of girls, but, eh. Maybe she was attempting to be friendly at the last day of school, or something of that note.
At that thought, he realized that, maybe, he should begin to head out and take care of some work. He still had to clean his dad's 10mm, get something to eat, head to the security quarters for his uniform, and then, most-likely, meet with the Overseers for some sort of job discussion, considering he'd be working directly under the two. With that thought in mind, Jack turned his eyes back to Elijah, nodding once. "Catch you later." He was usually a bit brisk in his talks, but it was never directly rude. Just abrupt. Walking past the boy's desk, Jack exited the classroom, dark golden eyes looking at Katherin's group for a split second, before his interested dwindled almost immediately, and he was right back on track to his room.
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It's cool. I just got back from a get-together, so I haven't waited that long.
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Didn't appreciate the joke I guess.
I appreciate everything about you, Vertical. You are my world.
With that being said, I'm neutral. I think that we shouldn't lollygag too long in the Vault, however.
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I'm just chilling, waiting on RangingWolf.
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