05-23-2007, 11:23 PM
The island, at last.
Celipa's backpack strap was giving her a rather uncomfortable armpit wedgie, and the lack of light forced her to trip over objects that would usually pose no issue - rocks, air, her own feet. That sort of thing. Since she was in this situation though, she was determined to make the best of it. With a grin on her face and a jutting metallic object protruding from her backpack, Celipa was pretty sure that she was able to make an impact here on the island. And her progress on the pathway was made apparent by a soft patting of her boots on dirt, so she could keep relative track of her progress on her map.
Then, for the first time since she had arrived on this hell-hole, the saiyaness spotted what appeared to be a large source of light in the form of a reflection, on a relatively large lake. Her heart sang and she pranced over to its edge happily. The beautiful crescent moon was a sight for sore eyes, and Celipa allowed her backpack to slide off her arm and onto the bank of the lake. Her fatigue was minimal, but she still found comfort resting there in the grass, with her legs stretched out peacefully as she laid back and let out a yawn.
But she was in no position for a nap. The warrior saiyan sat herself up and propped her backpack up as well, plunging her hand down into its depths. Her dainty fingers pawed past her map, a compass, and then she gripped the handle of her assigned weapon. A grin spread across her visage as she pulled it out. The same giddy grin that she had worn when she discovered it there for the first time.
Lady Luck had the hots for her, and though Celipa wasn't into the lesbian scene, she wasn't about to shoot the fair woman down with these odds. She rose to her feet, shouldering her gun proudly as she scanned the area. Here in Dante's Abyss, there were hunters and prey. And she was quickly going to become a hunter.
"I'd better keep an eye out for Bujin. Don't wanna tear his miniature legs off with this baby," she chortled to herself.
The saiyan soldier stood stiff like a statue, her eyes rolling and patrolling indefatiguably. First figure to crawl into her line of fire was getting the boot, in the form of fire-arm related death.
Celipa's backpack strap was giving her a rather uncomfortable armpit wedgie, and the lack of light forced her to trip over objects that would usually pose no issue - rocks, air, her own feet. That sort of thing. Since she was in this situation though, she was determined to make the best of it. With a grin on her face and a jutting metallic object protruding from her backpack, Celipa was pretty sure that she was able to make an impact here on the island. And her progress on the pathway was made apparent by a soft patting of her boots on dirt, so she could keep relative track of her progress on her map.
Then, for the first time since she had arrived on this hell-hole, the saiyaness spotted what appeared to be a large source of light in the form of a reflection, on a relatively large lake. Her heart sang and she pranced over to its edge happily. The beautiful crescent moon was a sight for sore eyes, and Celipa allowed her backpack to slide off her arm and onto the bank of the lake. Her fatigue was minimal, but she still found comfort resting there in the grass, with her legs stretched out peacefully as she laid back and let out a yawn.
But she was in no position for a nap. The warrior saiyan sat herself up and propped her backpack up as well, plunging her hand down into its depths. Her dainty fingers pawed past her map, a compass, and then she gripped the handle of her assigned weapon. A grin spread across her visage as she pulled it out. The same giddy grin that she had worn when she discovered it there for the first time.
Lady Luck had the hots for her, and though Celipa wasn't into the lesbian scene, she wasn't about to shoot the fair woman down with these odds. She rose to her feet, shouldering her gun proudly as she scanned the area. Here in Dante's Abyss, there were hunters and prey. And she was quickly going to become a hunter.
"I'd better keep an eye out for Bujin. Don't wanna tear his miniature legs off with this baby," she chortled to herself.
The saiyan soldier stood stiff like a statue, her eyes rolling and patrolling indefatiguably. First figure to crawl into her line of fire was getting the boot, in the form of fire-arm related death.
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Standing on a hill in my mountain of dreams
Telling myself its not as hard, hard, hard as it seems