I always forget,,, the Boys were so young during the rab era.... they were college aged? Babies? And now they're grown ass men? bye I'll go cry....
stop …. rab era makes me emotional anytime I think abt it … like they rly did #that !! also I constantly think abt josh u kno … just quitting his job to play ONE (1) show with tyler …. that hoe was ride or die since day one and I relate to that bc I too would quit a job to do anything with tyler…. josh rly is one of us u know ..
Roadtrip 2017.Ohio Gothic. Hey, y’all. Took a little roadtrip with @darth-char last week and tried to photographic it extensively. Also, though, I got sickish, so I’m not firing on all cylinders, and subsequent uploading of Adventures is gonna be slow. But here’s the first leg: Getting out of Ohio. Yay adventures in liminal spaces!
Freelancer Foodfight while this song is playing on the speakers.
Hope you like it!
how it’s been for the longest time at base. Washington didn’t mind too much. He
had a few close friends to have lunch with, and he was slowly improving in his
skills. Things were moving relatively
smoothly, even if he was nowhere near the top of the leader boards.
Wash,“ came a voice. “Five things you don’t want to do at a bar with
let out an annoyed groan. “Seriously C.T.?”
on,“ she insisted. “You got this.”
let’s see… Arm Wrestle.“
darts, and trivia.“
four, five. Nice.”
agent with a pink stripe on her armor let out a sigh. “This is boring. We
should be getting missions! Not sitting at lunch playing games.”
up, Ohio,“ C.T. grumbled.
tired of being cooped up on the ship!” Ohio threw the apple core on her
tray across the room, bouncing it off of Idaho’s head as he and Iowa approached.
he bellowed. "Ohio!”
be patient guys,” Wash soothed. “We’ll get moved up eventually. Just
give it time.”
just what,“ Ohio whined, "are we supposed to do until then? Sit around
until who knows when?”
looked around, taking note of the other Freelancers in the room. Most of the
higher ranked Agents ate in a different area, though North Dakota and York
seemed to have chosen to spend lunch with Illinois across the room. Most of the other Agents were scattered.
took the pudding cup off of C.T.’s tray (It’s tapioca she won’t mind, he mused)
and removed the lid before throwing it as hard as he could.
he bellowed. "Catch!”
looked up from his bottle of, what Wash hoped, was apple juice. Just as he saw
it, the contents of the cup splattered all over his helmet.
Iowa stammered. "Do you know what you just did?”
Wash mumbled. "I think I made things interesting?”
Illinois stood up from his seat with something that appeared to be a tomato in
his throwing arm. He got on top of the table, with North and York following in
suit with other vegetables as they bellowed in unison.
eyes went wide. "Everyone! Battle stations!”
quickly flipped over the table so it could act as a barrier. C.T., Iowa, and
Idaho grabbed as much food as they could so that there was enough ammo. All the other tables started to follow, and
soon there were two factions on either side of the cafeteria throwing food at
are the stores?“ Wash asked Ohio.
out of apples,” she giggled. “This is so much fun!”
Wash?“ Idaho asked.
think we have trouble.“
peeked over the top of the flipped
table, letting out a hearty laugh as the enemy team prepared a slingshot for
the bowls of spinach and kale.
tossers!” he bellowed.
no prisoners!“ Illinois called, his voice slipping into that of a sea
captain. "Aim for starboard! We’ll be takin’ yer booty!”
they want our booty!“ Iowa squealed. "I don’t want them to get my
booty! I like my booty!”
reached around and grabbed a bowl of peas, a playful smirk on his face as he
swiped a nearby straw. “Don’t worry, Iowa. I got your booty. ” He
handed the peas and straw to Idaho. “See if you can hit them with
Idaho chuckled. "I used to do this in elementary school!”
more food was flying. Peas hit walls, milk splashed the floor, and C.T. and
North were soon in an up close and personal leek fight. Wash managed to get a
bottle of ketchup to splash all over North’s shoulder while York bestowed vengeance
by raining bananas.
a mess, but it was fun.
froze as the single digits appeared. Someone had hit South Dakota in the chest
with a bottle of mustard, while Maine and Wyoming were covered in ranch
had a plate of spaghetti on her helmet.
fuck,“ Wash mumbled.
looked between the two groups, his helmet masking his emotions as he made his
way over to Wash’s side.
going to kill me, Wash thought. He’s going to kill me and use me as a training
reached down and picked up a watermelon that had been spared from the carnage,
before tossing it and hitting Wyoming with it.
Maine,” Wyoming snickered. “You have no idea what you’ve just
smiled as the fight continued, with Maine and South joining Wash while Carolina
and Wyoming were on Illinois’.
were all probably going to get in trouble for this later.
now, they were going to have a little fun.
not be the strongest Freelancer, he thought. But hell, I’m certainly one of the