Elimination Exit

[Celipa]

Celipa's first thoughts upon walking up were: Do I still have the fucking shotgun?

However, her high hopes plummeted just like her spirits as she felt the emptiness in her hands. She let out a loud groan, and then stumbled to her feet. It felt bizarre...that she was standing now. After she had just been killed. It was almost like she had just been playing a really violent video game. The kind she would never hand a kid.

However, she was left with such fond memories as the gunning down of a green chick and the almost complete amputation of the arm of a tall changeling with her ki shotgun. A grin trickled across her face.

"'K!" she exclaimed, dusting herself off. "Time to go home!"

The meeting grounds were empty. Litter and mess was spread around the once crowded areas that served as pre-game entertainment - that was when she saw him. Sitting against the wall and swigging down a bottle of booze.

"Hey! I just killed you!" she shouted out.

The man looked up from his spot on the ground and his pupils dilated a little. He clutched the bottle of beer in one hand, and his other he held aloft. As he rose to his feet, it was clear that he was intoxicated.

"Aye...dotty belle, blasted straight through me chest!" his charismatic visage spread into a wide and toothy grin, then finally erupted into a loud bark of a laugh. Then it halted as quick as it started.

"Yeah. I did do that," she agreed with a grin. "Then I got killed."

He shrugged.

"Happens to the best of us, mate."

She nodded solemnly, as she stared at him. There was something about him that she liked, that she couldn't quite put her finger on. Maybe it was his hat? Or the carefree manner in which he held himself? She shrugged at her own thoughts.

"So..." she trailed off awkwardly, the silence filling the air. "Beer. Last time I had beer...bleh. I didn't like it."

He stared at her, and then they were both silent. Finally, after what seemed an eternity of silence, he shoved his bottle o' rum into her hands, and pulled another out of his bag that lay on the ground beside him.

"First off, I'm gonna forget you said that, and second-most, drink that up and don't ever make light of the rum again."

She stared at the bottle in her hands and shrugged. Might as well, she thought.

In a few moments, she was dancing around in a drunken stupor.

"Yo-ho, yo-ho, a pirate's life for me!" she bellowed.

Jack continued the melody as they gamboled around, and her own sing-song voice dropped into a dull mumble for the parts of the song she didn't know...which was most of them. Still, she found herself having a blast. Maybe rum wasn't so bad after all?

"You called this rum, not beer," she began once they had finished. "I think that's what makes it taste better. Calling it rum."

He grinned.

"That's the spirit. Now all you need is a hat."

Her grin matched his own, and she snagged his hat right off of his head.

"Got one!"

His eyes flashed quickly as he reached out to grab it back, and his hand went right past her. "That's not funny mate," he stammered. "That's my hat!"

She stood up and turned her back, giving him a little wave.

"And now it's mine!"

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Vegeta-sei, Abandoned Sign-up Station

A loud crack emenated from a jade green teletube, and the door hissed open loudly. From within it, a saiyan woman stumbled out slightly drunk and wearing a brown pirate's hat. It was raggedy, and it fit the look well. She had a wide grin on her face.

"A pirate's life for me!"