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Shauna had chosen to skip dinner and had mostly kept to herself after talking to Jams. Opting not to sleep, she spent the night reading some random adventure book she found on the ship. Contrary to belief, the marines weren't as dumb as they looked. She was honestly surprised they even had decent taste in literature - she wasn't expecting anything other than some bullshit that promoted Marine Ideology... But some of it was kind of fun.

As the sun began to rise, she put her stash of books away for safe keeping. She really didn't trust that anyone on the ship would respect decent literature, so Shauna figured it'd be best to put the books somewhere where they wouldn't be destroyed. Yawning, she made her way below deck, turning a few corners before arriving at what she assumed the marines used as a gym of sorts. It was fairly small, but spacious enough to store plenty of equipment one could use to work out.

Sitting down on one of the benches, she grabbed the dumbbell and lifted it off the ground as she began to work out.

"200 lbs... Not bad." She mumbled - she would have preferred something heavier, but it would do. Contrary to her lithe form, she was deceitfully strong. "Thank god for character design..." She snickered under her breath as she focused on her task.

If anything happened, she'd either hear it or someone would find her.

Several hours later, she heard some noise. It sounded like something Onyx would tell her when they were younger to scare her, but interested her enough to check it out. Putting the gym equipment away, Shauna quickly changed clothes. Now wearing a pair of boots, navy pants and a white shirt with the neck cut so low it was clear its only purpose was to provide decent amounts of plot and fanservice without going full hentai.

Pulling her jacket back on, Shauna made note to get her regular outfit cleaned. The clothes weren't bad, but... Different. She couldn't help but wonder why the hell the Marines even had clothes for women on their ship...

Whatever.

Making her way to the deck, Shauna stared at the island with apathetic eyes before pinching the bridge of her nose.

"We're going there, aren't we?" She inquired, her words directed to Roma. Everything about the island screamed 'Don't come here! There's gonna be a maniac here that walks slower than a snail but when you turn a corner he's gonna be right there and bury a machete in your face.', and Shauna really wasn't feeling it.
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...Why is your ign that?


Inside joke between me and Xam.

You'd understand if you ever played with us.

You ass.
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oh shit... you're watching. (its stupid, but its for april fools) I'll be doing some more league stuff when I can get some people to play with me XD


You can add me. I have a group that usually plays together. My ign is iFapToDiana. Exactly like that.
Oh hey. Infinchi made a League Video. This appeals to me.
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Chugga chugga chugga choo choo.
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Staring at the sea, Shauna had been contemplating just how much spaghetti sauce she'd need to fill the ocean. About three or four barrels would have been enough, she estimated. Though, she figured it'd be annoying trying to find the plug to drain all the water out of the ocean so she'd be able to replace it with spaghetti sauce. Then, someone approached her. She had figured it was that kid itching to pick a fight, or gum-boy coming to bother her.

But, instead, it was only the most awesomest person she had ever met. Eyes sparkling, she smiled as she stared at Jamita, never having laid eyes on someone so awesome. She heard the Mink's words, but she was too awestruck to really respond. Instead, she settled for pulling Jams into a hug before spinning around.

"Ahahahaahahaha! You're so awesome and cute!" Shauna said before setting Jams back where she was sitting, the same stupid smile on her face. "My name is Shauna Warlethal. People call me Shauna. And Bitch. But people that call me Bitch get punched. Aaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnd, as for your question." The fighter said as she spun around before pointing out at the ocean.

"One day, I'm gonna unplug the ocean, drain out all the water and replace it with spaghetti sauce!" She announced proudly. "And then, I'm gonna punch the Moon right in the balls!" Shauna said with a clenched fist, her tone making it unclear as to whether or not she was serious or joking.

"And I want you, Jams-The-Awesomest, to be there with me when I do it! So, whaddaya say, pal?!" She inquired with shining eyes.

Bouncing on her heels, Shauna focused on the chair in front of her. She was on the forecastle deck to the front of the ship, her arms and waist having been wrapped in bandages. Someone had advised her to lay down and rest, so naturally she did the opposite. Not to be difficult, per se... But to be difficult.

Stepping forward, she kicked the chair into the air, eyes locked on the wooden piece of furniture. As it neared her, she swung at one of the legs and knocked it back into the air. For 10 minutes straight, she kept juggling the chair in the air with punches and kicks, stringing together attack after attack. It was a self-control exercise her uncle had taught her. She originally thought it was stupid, as every time she tried she'd always just shatter the chair, but as time passed she came to appreciate it.

During a fight, she knew she couldn't just throw everything into one punch - if she did, the enemy would die and there'd be a lot less punching for her to do.

And that was a scary thought.

Yet, at about the 10 minute mark, she heard a bold declaration.

"My name is Weston Smith. I'm good with guns and other weapons and thus I'm probably the best fighter here. Anyone has a problem, we can handle it right here and now."

Her ears twitched in response and, as the chair went into the air, Shauna flipped backwards, the toe of her boot colliding with the chair. Upon impact, the wooden chair flew towards Roma and Weston, going past them until it suddenly shattered - the multiple and consistent damage it had sustained finally manifesting itself as the wood splintering into several pieces before being buried in a wall.

Landing on her feet, Shauna looked towards Weston with a blank stare that betrayed no emotion. Shauna knew not to underestimate anyone, but she found the fishman to be more intimidating.

"Anyone that says "I'm the best fighter" is no true fighter." Shauna commented as she pulled her hair into a ponytail. "If you're the best, time will tell." Her eyes narrowed as she shot him a sharp glare.

"Until then, stay in a child's place." She said before leaning on the rail of the ship, staring at the water in complete and utter boredom.
Soon™.

(You can't stop my memes. Neither hell nor Rito will come in between me and my memes.)
"Infirmaries are for pussies." Shauna commented as she dropped down onto the floor, sitting with her legs folded beneath her. "And remember somethin', buddy - you ain't the boss of me. You want someone's face broken, you point me to them and I'll sic 'em like a dog, but aside from acts of violence don't think you can make me do shit." She spoke calmly, eyes closed as she relaxed. It had been a very good day. She was quite exhausted, but she was happy.

She opened an eye to observe Ren, watching as he retreated inside of the ship.

She shrugged and closed her eye.

"Lemme know if you need anything done that's actually important, gum-guy. I'll be here." Shauna said to Roma once more as she finally relaxed and became as still a statue.
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