Post by Deleted on May 10, 2013 2:36:11 GMT -5
Explosions, explosions everywhere. All over the "battlefield" of the B-4 Marine base were fresh new recruits fighting through a combat simulation. Though, with such intense passion and ardor for violence from both sides, it hardly seemed like much of a practice battle. If only there was someone who could rebel against the attitude of the Justice butt monkeys. If only a savior of the listless could rise up against the vigor of the overzealous mutts, then all would be well with the world. If only Anthony Wallace wasn't smoking his cigarette in the middle of the simulation field, then his team wouldn't be getting insulted by the opposing side.
"Hey! Smoker Junior! Get your lazy ass out of the way!"
The blond haired sloth glanced over at the mass of recruits aiming their firearms toward his direction. Heh, amateurs. As much as he hated being insulted, Anthony enjoyed that Smoker Junior comment from his 'fellow' Marine. It was quite an honor for him to be compared to such an impressive man. Though, it was quite evident in the sarcasm of the exclamation that the comrade was referring to the cigar in Anthony's mouth. It was a bad habit but one that he couldn't really live without. Ever since the incident that had occured nearly two years before, he had started up the hazardous addiction in an instant. It really couldn't be labeled as an addiction but the smoking Marine honestly could care less.
Distracted by his thoughts of smoking, Wallace didn't realize the cue for the end of the simulation. During the duration of the entire session, he had managed to take down several enemy forces using nothing but his bare feet, an accomplishment that was applauded rather awkwardly by his allies. They can think what they want to. It's not like their opinions affect me anyway. Spitting out his last cigarette, with a hint of regret, Anthony looked toward the instructor of B-4, former Vice Admiral, Kamida Shusuke. Huh, never really thought he'd be that old...
"Hey! Smoker Junior! Get your lazy ass out of the way!"
The blond haired sloth glanced over at the mass of recruits aiming their firearms toward his direction. Heh, amateurs. As much as he hated being insulted, Anthony enjoyed that Smoker Junior comment from his 'fellow' Marine. It was quite an honor for him to be compared to such an impressive man. Though, it was quite evident in the sarcasm of the exclamation that the comrade was referring to the cigar in Anthony's mouth. It was a bad habit but one that he couldn't really live without. Ever since the incident that had occured nearly two years before, he had started up the hazardous addiction in an instant. It really couldn't be labeled as an addiction but the smoking Marine honestly could care less.
Distracted by his thoughts of smoking, Wallace didn't realize the cue for the end of the simulation. During the duration of the entire session, he had managed to take down several enemy forces using nothing but his bare feet, an accomplishment that was applauded rather awkwardly by his allies. They can think what they want to. It's not like their opinions affect me anyway. Spitting out his last cigarette, with a hint of regret, Anthony looked toward the instructor of B-4, former Vice Admiral, Kamida Shusuke. Huh, never really thought he'd be that old...