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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 small sigh of relief when Krait rejected his offer to answer any question before changing the subject to a more comfortable topic. "I don't know why they chose him as our leader, its odd yea what with him not understanding earth customs. But hey, the guys that hired us have been real good to me thus far, like it or not, i'll stand by their decision without question unless it backfires somehow. Also, the next step would probably be offering you something stronger, like whiskey." Jacque said, adding the last part in as an off handed joke response to Krait's previous question.
In Fallout RP 12 yrs ago Forum: Free Roleplay
Ashton sat as close as he possibly could to the entrance of the wagon whilst gnawing on a bit of jerky that he'd made from a coyote he'd shot a few days prior to joining the caravan. He didn't really know who the others around him were, nor did he particularly care, so long as none of them pulled a weapon on him they could all fall out of the wagon and get attacked by a cazador for all he cared. Ash jammed the jerky into a corner of his mouth and stared out of the window, every so often tapping his foot in rhythm with the bumps of the wagon's wheels.
Jacque having been in mid sip when Krait made her joke, began to chuckle only to choke and cough from the alcohol still making its way down his throat. "Oh yea, like all the time. Didn't you know?" He said sarcastically before wiping away the spilled beer on his chin with the back of his hand. Jacque calmed down quite a bit now that the tension had passed, though he was still a tad bit wary as he placed the half empty bottle back on the floor. Jacque sat in silence for a few moments before speaking again, "Look, I didn't mean to offend you or make you uncomfortable with the mask thing. Tell you what, since no one else is in the room, you can ask me any question and so long as it isn't too personal, i'll try to answer it. Sound fair?".
Jacque shrunk back slightly at the sudden change in Krait's attitude, the sudden raising of her voice paired with the dark coloration of her clothing brought back memories of a certain individual from a past he'd long hoped to forget. As Krait reached her hand out to take back her beer, for the briefest of moments, Jacque reacted in a way that some would likely think was odd for a man of his size and strength, and shrunk back further into the couch with a look of fear etched across his face before he remembered where he was. "Right...here...sorry." he said quietly before getting up, dropping the bottle into her hand, then slinking back onto the couch just as quickly as he'd gotten up. There was a slight tension in the air as Jacque reached down to grab his bottle and took a drink, more so to calm his nerves than for the enjoyment of the drink.
After catching the beer Jacque watched with two parts confusion and one part amusement as Krait rejected the idea of taking off her mask and briskly walked out of the room. "Wow, you really take that whole secret identity thing serious don't you?" he said aloud to his team mate before setting the bottle on the ground next to his own. Jacque couldn't quite understand the big deal, however it was to be expected from someone who's true identity couldn't be figured out as easily. Out of the entire group, he was the likely only one who could most easily go out in public without fear of recognition, after all, the others all showed their true faces in public with the exception of Nic and Krait, even then though, they only wore masks, something that could be removed and allow the wearer's identity to be revealed. Jacque was different, there was no mask to remove when he transformed, no one would ever assume that the hulking brute that dispensed pain to foe and friend alike was ever a human being.
"No problem." Jacque said as he took another sip and set the bottle down on the ground beside him. "About the jump though, I was told to grab you and Hart then bail out. Time wasn't exactly on our side there, so I couldn't afford to be gentle.", he stated with a shrug, wincing as his freshly set shoulder still offered a bit of pain. He watched Krait awkwardly attempt to open the bottle for several seconds, "You just want me to open that for you? You seem to be having quite a bit of trouble there. You may also want to take off the mask unless you can drink through it or something.".
Jacque too decided to enter the house, if only so he could take a proper break and stretch out, he'd figure out which room was his and adjust it accordingly later. Jacque didn't bother with looking at every little detail as he walked through the living room and into the dining area, then the kitchen shortly after, the one thing he did actually bother make note of was the fact that the door ways were tall and wide enough to allow him to comfortably move around. Jacque opened the fridge and looked around, then promptly plucked two beers from the fridge door. Upon returning to the living room, Jacque sprawled out onto the couch, his legs dangling off the edge, and uncapped a beer with his thumb nail. "Long day?" He asked Krait sarcastically before taking a swig from the bottle and chucking the other one over to his team mate. Jacque didn't really know if she'd drink it given that A: she was still a year below the legal drinking age were he was from, and B: even if she were legal, she might not actually enjoy drinking, but it was the thought that counted.
Having sufficiently braced himself for the pain he would feel this time, Jacque grit his teeth and grunted in pain as Roxy adjusted his arm and pushed it back into place with an audible pop. There was still pain, however it wasn't nearly as bad as before, "Much better...", he rumbled as he experimentally moved his arm around a bit to unsure everything was indeed as it should be. "Uh....Thank you..." Jacque muttered awkwardly to Roxy, they weren't exactly friends, but she did help him out, so at least for now she was alright in his book despite her taunting earlier in the day. Not quite 'cool', but it was a start.
For a second Reggie began to tell Susanne not to mess around with the alcohol at the counter, however he managed to bite his tongue at the last second despite every fiber of his being pleading with him to tell her what a terrible idea that was. 'I did say whatever she wanted' He thought with an audible sigh before trekking over to the door that forbade non personnel entrance. Reggie fiddled with the handle, "Locked. Of course..." he grumbled while raising a hand and transformed it into its metallic state. There was a loud *clang* as Reggie brought his hand down on the handle in an axe chop, the force of the blow paired with the ridiculously hard tungsten-carbide smashed away the handle made from inferior metal with minor difficulty. "I'll let you know if I find something useful, try not to get shot by some guy sneaking in." reggie called back to his partner before slipping behind the door.
Jacque took a few moments to recompose himself before gingerly climbed out of the limo, taking great care to avoid bumping his shoulder as he got out. "By the way, sorry about the hole and hat..." he grumbled to the driver, who in return glared daggers at the gator man. If it weren't for the pain, Jacque would likely be making positive remarks about the new base. It was everything he could ask for so far; warm weather, water to swim in, and more than enough space to move around comfortably. First thing was first though, he would fix his shoulder, THEN admire the scenery, "Alright. I'm ready." Jacque muttered before extending his hand to Roxy as best he could.
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