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9 yrs ago
Current Tfw you want to go to the gym and get your stronk on but you've busted your shoulder and need let it rest.
9 yrs ago
Holy fuck. Ok, shit. Insane hiatus. Fuck. I'm still around folks, just been beyond extremely busy. Will try (heavy emphasis on try) to be more active in the coming months.
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10 yrs ago
God forbid I be one of the lucky bastards that doesn't have their wisdom teeth grow in. Nah, just fuck my shit up fam.
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10 yrs ago
As someone who works for a pet store I both love and hate pixar. The next person that tries to ask me if we have "a dory fish" for their goldfish bowl is getting straight up clubbed like a baby seal
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I'm just a simple college student working his way through life while simultaneously testing the limits of how much caffeine and alcohol the human body can subsist on before it gives out. Just call me Shade.

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Jacque let out a particularly loud snarl as the limousine shook slightly. Shortly after Nic had offered his challenge to Krait, Jacque had zoned out and instead focused on the outside, only half listening to what the others were speaking about. Unfortunately for Jacque, his lack of attention meant that he couldn't brace in time for the sudden jostling of the limo, causing him to bump his injured shoulder a bit rougher than he'd liked. "Someone get me out of this thing and fix my fucking shoulder NOW." he hissed murderously to the fellow passengers. Things were going to get messy if Jacque wasn't let out soon.
Reggie didn't even bother grabbing a weapon as Susanne had pulled a shotgun from the side of the van, after all if it came down to it, Reggie was confident that his new found abilities would allow him to deal with close quarters combat so long as she could cover him from a slight distance. Reggie's bewilderment as to the nature of the gentleman's club continued to grow as they entered the establishment, that is to say, right up until they entered the show room. It took a second to sink in, but when realization dawned on him, Reggie's cheeks flushed red, "Wait, this is a strip club isnt it?! Sweet mother theresa on the hood of a mercedes benz, THATS what a gentleman's club is?" he asked incredulously. This was definitely a culture shock for Reggie, he'd always seen such places on television, usually on movies that rated above PG, but actually being in a strip club as opposed to seeing one on television was a completely different animal all together.
In Fallout RP 12 yrs ago Forum: Free Roleplay
Well howdy folks, hope none of you minds too terribly if I drop a Cs for one of the best game series of all times.

Name: Ashton Marius [he prefers Ash]

Gender: Male

Age: He stopped bothering with keeping track of his birthday once he hit legal drinking age, though he thinks he's about 24

Appearance: Ashton

Relationships: None, he's highly nomadic and rarely stays in one place for more than a week

Inventory: Dinner Bell (Shotgun) Marksman Carbine, .45 auto pistol, and a bowie knife

By the way Lex, whats all this about have teeth growing in wrong? Sounds pretty gnarly.
"Well then I guess i'll have to find a functioning restaurant then, won't I?" Reggie crooned as he undid his safety belt, hopped out of the van, and looked around with growing interest. As his eyes settled on the Gentlemen's club, Reggie's mildly lascivious joking and half smirk were replaced by silence and a curious stare, "Huh. Weird looking place. What do you suppose they do in there?", he inquired as he trailed behind Susanne. Much like most other boys his age, Reggie has zero clue what a gentleman's club really was, nor what actually went on in one. This was going to be an interesting learning experience.
Reggie shrugged, "I forgot to turn my fingers back, they can get stuck in whatever position they're in at the time if I leave em' metal for too long. And I'd assumed you meant sorry ass as 'me' in general, not my actual ass. Though if you decided to literally kick my ass I could make it metal too I bet." he said. Reggie then decided to poke a bit of fun at Susanne leered at her with a raised eyebrow, "So, you want me to kiss your ass huh? Is that figuratively or literally? Because when the literal version comes into play someone usually buys the other person dinner first." he said with a snicker, enjoying the perverse humor as a brief reprieve from the mature and mellow image he'd always tried to keep up since moving to Granite Rocks. "By the way, were are we going? I've never been this far out before." Reggie inquired while looking around curiously.
Reggie snorted and rubbed his now sore ear, "Then i'd have had to make my ass metal, now wouldn't I? Speaking of which...", Reggie shook his other hand a bit and reverted his fingers back into flesh, something he'd forgotten to do when entering the van. Riding with Susanne at the wheel was still far from a picnic, her constant swerving, horn blaring, and near collisions with other cars still made him grit his teeth, though he remained silent about it as he'd promised. Still in the back of Reggie's mind, all he could think of was that at some point Susanne would likely make him regret his decision to let her run unchecked. 'Welp, you asked for it Reginald...might as well sit back and enjoy the ride.' he thought as he clicked his seatbelt into place.
Reggie rolled his eyes and hopped into the passenger seat, "Oh don't start with that, you said twenty and I was out in like fifteen. Besides, a few of us still enjoy having teeth that lack cavities." he said with a small chuckle. Truth be told despite Susanne's crass and impatient approach to everything and her habit of kicking in his door as he slept, Reggie somewhat enjoyed her company even though she often seemed less than fond of his, reasoning that dealing with her was far better than being alone or dealing with the other kids who'd seemed to take on a sort of lord of the flies mentality (thankfully minus the murdering) within a matter of days. Reggie had to admit however that he too was getting bored with just sitting around an picking clean the shops nearby, perhaps it was time for something a bit more entertaining than simply looting abandoned stores, "Oi, Suz, I know i'm always talking about playing it safe and all, but this is getting kinda boring.". Reggie gave his words a moment to sink in before speaking again, "Tell you what, we can do things your way for today. Whatever you want so long as it doesn't involve killing. Sound good?" he asked with a smirk, figuring that she'd be chomping at the bit to be able let loose without his interference.
Reggie's face flushed crimson at Susanne's last comment as she left his room with the slamming of his door, "By the gods this girl is going to give me grey hairs before I even see adulthood...". He quickly ran into the half bathroom in his room to brush his teeth and hair, then changed into a pair of dark blue jeans with a pair of black boots, slipped on his favorite purple shirt, and threw a long sleeved black button down shirt over top of it, leaving the shirt open like he would a jacket.

Reggie snagged his back pack and jogged out of the room, already grimacing as he horn hearing the horn blaring outside. As he stepped out into the cool air he breathed in deeply, enjoying the freshness momentarily before jogging down to the van to stop the incessant blaring of the horn, "Alright, hey, alright! I'm here! Tone down the horn!", Reggie yelled before transforming his fingers into their metallic state and tapping on the hood of the car to catch Susanne's attention.
Jacque didn't even flinch as he looked to Radek and nodded, his years as a fighter had preconditioned him to seeing what others considered terrifying as just another thing, "Permission granted sailor. Step lively." he said curtly, switching from the previously friendly tone to that of a commander. The duonoid turned to board the ship, but gave one last glance to the latest arrival to the recruitment desk, 'Massive...' was all Jacque could think as he looked the behemoth of a Trajak over several times. Up until now Jacque was pretty confident that save for Radek and possibly the Vallière, his experience would allow him be able to win in a fight with any of the older crew members should such a thing need to occur with minor issue, however the arrival of Vrek threw that confidence out of the window, and then promptly pile drove it into the pavement below. There was no way in hell Jacque would be able to take that on without the help of, well, possibly the entire crew. However this 'Vrek' seemed to be the slow and amiable type, Jacque decided that for now he'd simply use that to his advantage and hope for the best that none of the crew pissed Vrek off.
Reggie groaned softly and sat up in his bed as Susanne's voice pierced his ears like the klaxon alarm from hell, he may have gotten used to her doing this during the time they'd spent together, but that didn't make it any less annoying, "Suz...you're always bored...and apparently you've got an aversion to knocking..." he grumbled as he rubbed his eyes. The past four days had been interesting to say the least, during their time together, Reggie had discovered an interesting ability when he and Susanne had looted a shop for supplies. To be more specific, he'd learned that he could turn parts of his body into a seriously strong, but surprisingly light metal, though he still held a bit of a grudge towards Susanne for the way he'd discovered it, 'Who the fuck shoots at someone with a slingshot and metal pellets as a practical joke?', Reggie remembered thinking at the time. The lad rolled out of his bed with a yawn and scratched his chest through his t-shirt, thankful that him sleeping in a shirt and sweat pants didn't make losing the warmth of his bed too bad, but still shivering a bit as his bare feet came in contact with the floor, "So, whats the plan for today?".
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