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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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Sp00ki Overseers post. That crimson fluid wouldn't happen to be preserved tomato sauce, would it? I heard that overseers loves pizza parties.
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Post up. Jackdaw's gonna suffer from quite a few nightmares after this day. And a few bruises.
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The butt of his rifle slammed against a nearby security guard's back, before his foot slammed into the bruise, sending the man into a hail of lead. Jackdaw's eyes glared viciously as he slid behind cover, his hands instinctively twisting around the trigger of the assault rifle that had been given to him. He no longer cared....he was going to kill these god damned bastards that dared to murder his only family in cold blood! As bullets slammed against the dense metal table, the man waited, ears straining. The sound of 'I'm reloading!' Blasted from the direction of whomever was releasing their clip towards his way, and Jackdaw pounced, leaping over the table and slamming the butt of the rifle against the security guard's mask. The visor cracked, blood and bone crunching and flying, and Jackdaw yanked the trigger. The spray of hot lead blasted all within the man's chest, instantly piercing the security armor like it was nothing.
Jackdaw didn't even pause, his eyes empty, his mind empty, and his body running on pure adrenaline, fear, anger, and instincts. He brought the gun up, and concentrated fire broke through the back of the helmet of a wrestling security guard, blasting brain matter across the vault's walls. Another burst fire tore through yet another man's head, before the clip was spent. Jack subconsciously slung the rifle across the room, reaching down and grabbing his dad's old, weathered 10mm from where it had been discarded on the floor, jostled loose by the action. "Damn kid!" A roar came from behind him, and Jack twisted, bringing his forearm up just in time to block a fist swung at his face. It hurt, the skin most-likely bruising, but he felt no pain, releasing his own grunt as he kicked the man directly in the chest, sending him falling backwards. Sharply, Jack fell onto the guard's chest, releasing two 10mm rounds directly in his face. Bone and blood splattered across the young man's cheek. His eyes were still empty.
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His head hurt.
"Victory!" The yells of the refugees, the moans of the injured, the scent of the dying...it was all too much. Adrenaline began to peel away, leaving the young man with a sickness deep within his stomach. Jack fell back onto a nearby chair, bent by battle, and wiped at the itchy feeling at his jaw. His hand came back, stained with blood. "Damn it..." Bile rose forth, and Jack swallowed harshly, eyes closing, almost painfully hard. His hands began to shake. Fuck. No...he wasn't a god damn coward.
"Kid...you did good. Calm down and get ready. We're going to assault the Overseers." His hands stopped shaking as a middle-aged man leaned against the wall beside him. The man was right...he had fought. But...was this really necessary? All of the blood...all of the death? He had killed a man. However, when his eyes unwillingly turned towards the bloodied, torn bodies of Devon and Cassidy, covered in the blood of their own selves, and the guards and refugees around them...his eyes hardened. "I'm ready." He muttered, his deep voice rough and hoarse from emotions, but solidified in his future. The overseers would pay...in blood.
Jackdaw didn't even pause, his eyes empty, his mind empty, and his body running on pure adrenaline, fear, anger, and instincts. He brought the gun up, and concentrated fire broke through the back of the helmet of a wrestling security guard, blasting brain matter across the vault's walls. Another burst fire tore through yet another man's head, before the clip was spent. Jack subconsciously slung the rifle across the room, reaching down and grabbing his dad's old, weathered 10mm from where it had been discarded on the floor, jostled loose by the action. "Damn kid!" A roar came from behind him, and Jack twisted, bringing his forearm up just in time to block a fist swung at his face. It hurt, the skin most-likely bruising, but he felt no pain, releasing his own grunt as he kicked the man directly in the chest, sending him falling backwards. Sharply, Jack fell onto the guard's chest, releasing two 10mm rounds directly in his face. Bone and blood splattered across the young man's cheek. His eyes were still empty.
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His head hurt.
"Victory!" The yells of the refugees, the moans of the injured, the scent of the dying...it was all too much. Adrenaline began to peel away, leaving the young man with a sickness deep within his stomach. Jack fell back onto a nearby chair, bent by battle, and wiped at the itchy feeling at his jaw. His hand came back, stained with blood. "Damn it..." Bile rose forth, and Jack swallowed harshly, eyes closing, almost painfully hard. His hands began to shake. Fuck. No...he wasn't a god damn coward.
"Kid...you did good. Calm down and get ready. We're going to assault the Overseers." His hands stopped shaking as a middle-aged man leaned against the wall beside him. The man was right...he had fought. But...was this really necessary? All of the blood...all of the death? He had killed a man. However, when his eyes unwillingly turned towards the bloodied, torn bodies of Devon and Cassidy, covered in the blood of their own selves, and the guards and refugees around them...his eyes hardened. "I'm ready." He muttered, his deep voice rough and hoarse from emotions, but solidified in his future. The overseers would pay...in blood.
It totally works for me. I'm fine with Ryota being pre-established friends with Tatsuya, they seem as if they'd get along fine with each other. I don't know how that specific relationship came to present, however, lol. Maybe something out of school? Like, I don't know, maybe Tatsuya was ambushed by some school thugs on his way home, due to his popularity in school, and Ryo came along and casually kicked the dicks into a wall. Maybe that could have been the start to their impromptu friendships, with Ryo coming along with Tatsuya on his 'fun tour guides' just for the Hell of it, and to make sure the 'pretty boy doesn't get his ass kicked'.
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Gotcha. A guy posted a character on Page 9.
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I feel as if the refugees are going to 'take over the vault', and most-likely execute the remaining, pure-blooded 'Vault-Dwellers'. Either that, or imprison them/take away their free will. Either way it goes, it won't be pretty or nice.
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Ohhh shit, stuff just went down/is going down.
Jack's pissed as all hell;; you can be sure that he's gonna kill him some vault peeps. However, he'll play it safe, despite his mind being in turmoil. Thanks for this though, Vert. This makes for some interesting character development, and morality issues for when the adrenaline goes down.
Jack's pissed as all hell;; you can be sure that he's gonna kill him some vault peeps. However, he'll play it safe, despite his mind being in turmoil. Thanks for this though, Vert. This makes for some interesting character development, and morality issues for when the adrenaline goes down.
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Eh, thanks. I just wanted some sort of sacrifice for his actions.
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Jackdaw Missouri
Refugee Living Quarters
Tagged;; Hostile Refugees & Vault Security
Jackdaw solidly refused to cry out or utter any sort of pained grunt was he was thrown against the ground, officers swarming around his body. His back was quite sore from the landing, but he had dealt with so much worse, and so, the only thing he did in retaliation was glare viciously at the 'main honcho' of this clear case of security brutality. He did not want to lead a bunch of toxic-blooded cowards. 'Fuck them. I'm getting another job.' He thought as he twisted his body, his torso constricting as he used the dense muscles in his midsection and ankles to throw himself up into a stubborn half-kneeling, half crouching position. "I didn't do anything." His lips scowled even further, even as the voices of other Refs began to pick up very loudly, the discriminated-against populace making their anger and disapprovement, very, very well-known.
Although he had to fight back a small, very slight smirk at the rebellious attitude, his eyes slowly narrowed once he saw people reaching for objects and weapons, along with the screaming turning into roars of outrage. "Shit. Stop!" It was too late...bloodshed wasn't necessary for this. Jackdaw's amber eyes widened, before practically glaring, his voice rough and hoarse as he struggled against his bonds, pushing and headbutting security officer's away. It was wild now;; Blood was flying, gunshots flew through the roof...the Refugees had guns now. This was not good...not good at all. As the head man pulled him away roughly, talking into his speaker, Jack growled and roughly, yet 'accidentally' slammed his head backwards as a guard pushed into him, sending the hand-held walkie-talkie splattering across the cold metal grounds. All of the Refs were gonna die in this shit. He needed to get these damn cuffs off, and do...do something!
"Are you happy now, Commander?" He hissed harshly, watching another Ref get gunned down. A familiar man ran across the corridor, a massive sledgehammer in hand, and eyes wide in rage. He was practically frothing. His name came instantly, and ripped through Jack's lips before he could help it. "Devon! No!" He wanted to flinch away...but his dark golden eyes could only stare in shock, and anger, as the large man's body was torn open by a heavy spray of rifle lead.
"Devon!" A female voice screeched above the sound of gunfire and grunts. A red-head ran out into the open...more lead fired.
His wife, Cassidy...dead, falling on top of the man's body. No...Tears didn't escape. His eyes had been dried way too much after his father's death, to the point where he found it painful to cry. But this...He didn't realize his shoulders were shaking, or the fact that his fists clenched so hard that the knuckles popped. He did, however, realize that his heart was constricting. His last two friends...the only two he could call family. Dead.
God damn it.
Refugee Living Quarters
Tagged;; Hostile Refugees & Vault Security
Jackdaw solidly refused to cry out or utter any sort of pained grunt was he was thrown against the ground, officers swarming around his body. His back was quite sore from the landing, but he had dealt with so much worse, and so, the only thing he did in retaliation was glare viciously at the 'main honcho' of this clear case of security brutality. He did not want to lead a bunch of toxic-blooded cowards. 'Fuck them. I'm getting another job.' He thought as he twisted his body, his torso constricting as he used the dense muscles in his midsection and ankles to throw himself up into a stubborn half-kneeling, half crouching position. "I didn't do anything." His lips scowled even further, even as the voices of other Refs began to pick up very loudly, the discriminated-against populace making their anger and disapprovement, very, very well-known.
Although he had to fight back a small, very slight smirk at the rebellious attitude, his eyes slowly narrowed once he saw people reaching for objects and weapons, along with the screaming turning into roars of outrage. "Shit. Stop!" It was too late...bloodshed wasn't necessary for this. Jackdaw's amber eyes widened, before practically glaring, his voice rough and hoarse as he struggled against his bonds, pushing and headbutting security officer's away. It was wild now;; Blood was flying, gunshots flew through the roof...the Refugees had guns now. This was not good...not good at all. As the head man pulled him away roughly, talking into his speaker, Jack growled and roughly, yet 'accidentally' slammed his head backwards as a guard pushed into him, sending the hand-held walkie-talkie splattering across the cold metal grounds. All of the Refs were gonna die in this shit. He needed to get these damn cuffs off, and do...do something!
"Are you happy now, Commander?" He hissed harshly, watching another Ref get gunned down. A familiar man ran across the corridor, a massive sledgehammer in hand, and eyes wide in rage. He was practically frothing. His name came instantly, and ripped through Jack's lips before he could help it. "Devon! No!" He wanted to flinch away...but his dark golden eyes could only stare in shock, and anger, as the large man's body was torn open by a heavy spray of rifle lead.
"Devon!" A female voice screeched above the sound of gunfire and grunts. A red-head ran out into the open...more lead fired.
His wife, Cassidy...dead, falling on top of the man's body. No...Tears didn't escape. His eyes had been dried way too much after his father's death, to the point where he found it painful to cry. But this...He didn't realize his shoulders were shaking, or the fact that his fists clenched so hard that the knuckles popped. He did, however, realize that his heart was constricting. His last two friends...the only two he could call family. Dead.
God damn it.
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