OPEN LOG
Who: Yusuke Urameshi [niceskirt] and YOU
What: Whatever you want! He's training by himself. Challenge him, drag him off shopping, start an insult battle, WHATEVER. It's for CR people that's awesome amirite.
When: This morning.
Where: Down in some of the darker parts of the ship, where the scum aliens who don't matter are.
Why?: CR. And I'm bored.
Rated: IDK for NOTHING HAS HAPPENED YET AND I'LL UPDATE ACCORDINGLY.
Style: Free for all.
[standing in a hallway filled with blood splatters on the walls. it doesn't look like normal blood, it's blue gooey alien blood, and his pants are splattered with it. he swings his fist around at a shadow and punches another one in the face. the alien sputters and slides across the floor, unconcious. none of them are dead, they're simply beaten up, and Yusuke spits to the side a little.]
Keh. This doesn't help. It almost feels like I'm takin' lunch money here.
[he walks down another hallway, leans against the wall, and lights up his last cigarette. it's not like he smokes often, just when he's bored, and he's plenty bored at the moment. the smoke gathers around his head and he uses his free hand to wave it away. it's annoying when it burns his eyes. he slides down the wall and crosses his legs. dammit. he's gotta catch up with hiei.]
Ughhhh.
[he bites the end of the cigarette and closes his eyes, trying to think up some kind of training regiment. it's getting hard now since everyone is going to go crazy if another human-like refugee dies... but if he's gotta worry about that, there's no way he can train with his full strength against someone here.]
What: Whatever you want! He's training by himself. Challenge him, drag him off shopping, start an insult battle, WHATEVER. It's for CR people that's awesome amirite.
When: This morning.
Where: Down in some of the darker parts of the ship, where the scum aliens who don't matter are.
Why?: CR. And I'm bored.
Rated: IDK for NOTHING HAS HAPPENED YET AND I'LL UPDATE ACCORDINGLY.
Style: Free for all.
[standing in a hallway filled with blood splatters on the walls. it doesn't look like normal blood, it's blue gooey alien blood, and his pants are splattered with it. he swings his fist around at a shadow and punches another one in the face. the alien sputters and slides across the floor, unconcious. none of them are dead, they're simply beaten up, and Yusuke spits to the side a little.]
Keh. This doesn't help. It almost feels like I'm takin' lunch money here.
[he walks down another hallway, leans against the wall, and lights up his last cigarette. it's not like he smokes often, just when he's bored, and he's plenty bored at the moment. the smoke gathers around his head and he uses his free hand to wave it away. it's annoying when it burns his eyes. he slides down the wall and crosses his legs. dammit. he's gotta catch up with hiei.]
Ughhhh.
[he bites the end of the cigarette and closes his eyes, trying to think up some kind of training regiment. it's getting hard now since everyone is going to go crazy if another human-like refugee dies... but if he's gotta worry about that, there's no way he can train with his full strength against someone here.]