Jeanz O'Riley

Irish sergeant on Task Force 141

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Intro

Hey I'm, Jeanz O'Riley, an Irish sergeant on Task Force 141! I saw they all managed ta come on here and decided to join them! Feel free ta ask me anything!

Hey, I'm Gena. I'm who runs this account. I'm 28 years old. I will block if I'm uncomfortable and I don't need to give a reason why. I don't mind NSFW asks or rps, as long as they don't get too graphic. I've gotten some really graphic ones that have made me extremely uncomfortable and I'm done with it. Also would like to point out this is a multi ship blog.

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Giving u 10000 bars of dark chocolate!!!

Sweet! Snacks for tha next year!

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It's been a while thought I'd check in, hope all is well

By, I am so sorry. Been busy with end of school for kiddos and I started a new job. I am planning to be more active though!

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Sorry I haven’t been active. Lots of shit is going on right now. Kiddo is still recovering from surgery and I got sick again. Hopefully will be able to respond to everything tomorrow or the next day.

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Meow

Aww, a kitty!!

Pspspspspsps

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Gonna be very scarce this week. One of my kiddos is having surgery tomorrow. Feel free to continue replies and sending something in. I wanted to make sure everyone knew I’m not disappearing.

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It's a plan then! It'll be so much fun! I'm very excited for it. :DD

I'll make sure not to yap during the movie, since I have a bad habit of it.

I'm excited too. It'll be nice! An' I dun mind ye yappin' at all, Rin. I enjoy listenin' ta ye.

[ask-the-vent-dwelling-roach]

(My desire to be active here is growing again)

Roach is currently stuck in a vent somewhere on base. like its broke, and his legs are dangling through the ceiling.

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That was not what Jeanz was expecting when she walked into her office. "Steamin' jesus," she muttered as she yanked her chair over. "Alrigh', Roach. One bang for aye, two for no. Do ye want me ta pull ye down?"

[ask-the-vent-dwelling-roach]

*he almost banged multiple times out of slight panic before processing the question. One bang followed the silence*

[jeanzoriley-cod]

Jeanz heard the one bang, and climbed up on the chair. "Alrigh', 'ere we go," she murmured. She reached up and grabbed ahold of his ankles, yanking on him.

[ask-the-vent-dwelling-roach]

(My desire to be active here is growing again)

Roach is currently stuck in a vent somewhere on base. like its broke, and his legs are dangling through the ceiling.

[jeanzoriley-cod]

That was not what Jeanz was expecting when she walked into her office. "Steamin' jesus," she muttered as she yanked her chair over. "Alrigh', Roach. One bang for aye, two for no. Do ye want me ta pull ye down?"

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Oye!! Keep ya mutt out of my garage. She was sniffing around my rat traps almost got herself snapped.

*drags big grey wolf towards her*

*points at dog* sit!

*it sits and looks confused why the angry Spanish lady is mad*

- your less than friendly base mechanic 🐦‍⬛

@dipidi-do-cod

Jeanz looks up from the paperwork on her desk, blinking her hazel eyes in confusion as she stares at what most definietly isn't a dog. "Uh, not mine, but I'll keep an eye on it, if ye need me ta," she responded, tilting her head in confusion. Guess she has a new wolf now, which is fine by her, whats another one.

[dipidi-do-cod]

*Maria looks between her and the dog. Narrowing her eyes at the wolf.*

Stay out of my garage... Pobre perrito.

*softens slightly as she scratches between the wolfs fluffy ears, then glares again to turn and walk out*

[jeanzoriley-cod]

Jeanz is still majorly confused, by the new person, why she thought the wolf was hers, and how on earth a wolf got on base in the first place. "Oi, are ye new 'ere? 'Aven't seen ye 'round," she called, leaning over and digging through one of her drawers for some extra treats she kept in there, tossing one to the wolf.

Clara would have the time of her life when Jeanz got back to the farm later.

[dipidi-do-cod]

*I blink at her.*

"Mhm... Lo siento, making my, como se dice... ah rounds. Making my rounds. And was told you're the dog person. Or... That's what Senor Riley said..."

*holds out her hand tentatively, it's grease stained and honestly, just kinda gross...* "Dipstick Martinez. The mechanic. I work on your cars."

[jeanzoriley-cod]

Ah, of course Ghost would send her to Jeanz. Good thing she was a dog person, even though that was a wolf. "'Course he did, giant bastart," she muttered with a roll of her eyes. Jeanz did hesitate and took her hand with a smile. "Nice ta meet ye, Dipstick. I'm Jeanz O'Riley or Leperchaun if ye'd like."

[dipidi-do-cod]

She giggles at the call sign. A full warm laugh.

"Leperchaun? Like the Lucky Charms man? This base has some funny signs."

[jeanzoriley-cod]

Jeanz let out a snort. "Aye, not very original. Could 'ave given me somethin' else, but I'm Irish so I guess it makes sense. Dipstick isn't a callsign I've heard before, but fits righ' in on this base."

[dipidi-do-cod]

Martinez rubs her hand on the back of her neck. Giggling softly.

"Sí, pero, when I started I tried pouring oil into the motor through where the dipstick is. I was no experienced. And the name stuck. But now is because I always have something in my hair. Ponytail doesn't keep everything out..."

[jeanzoriley-cod]

Jeanz smiled gently, glancing at the wolf who decided her couch was a good place to sleep. "Aye, ponytails an' braids aren't good at tha'. I get stuff in my hair more times than I would like ta admit. How are ye likin' it 'ere on base so far?"

[dipidi-do-cod]

Martinez shrugs.

"Recruits could be smarter. They broke mi microwave y mi coffee pot in the garage. So I have to go all the way to the kitchen now to eat my lunch... But other than that fine."

She leans in conspiratorially.

"Por que is everyone so tall here?"

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"They aren't any better in trainin' either, trust me. I wonder how some o' 'em passed basic," Jeanz replied with a snort. A giggle left her at the question. "I 'ave been askin' myself tha' for years. Still 'aven't found an answer."

[dipidi-do-cod]

Martinez frowns slightly.

"Veo... Where I'm from we have a saying. It roughly translates to they were fed cornstalks. These people. Fed cornstalks."

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Jeanz nodded her head. "They had ta 'ave been fed cornstalks. I dun see why else everyone is so tall. Though, bein' one o' tha smaller ones on base gives me an advantage. I'm faster than most."

[dipidi-do-cod]

Martinez just tilts her head.

"Why do we need fast... Just hit them in the knees with a wrench? That's what I do."

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Jeanz couldn't hold back the laugh that left her. "Well, I can't go 'round hittin' people wit' my knives on base. Though, how many 'ave ye hit wit' a wrench since ye've been 'ere?"

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I shrug.

"They haven't run out of beds yet at the nurse station... So clearly not enough of them. Pero almost hit Soap when he scared me while I was hanging out of an engine."

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Another snort. "Admirable. An' aye, the Scot is good 'bout doin' tha'. I've flipped him many times for sneakin' up on me."

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Nods again.

"Anyways. I gotta get back to the garage... Those recruits will burn it down without me. See you around!"

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"Aye, feel free ta stop by whenever ye want!" Jeanz stares at the sleeping wolf. "Well, shite."

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It'll be so fun! I've been meaning to watch the knives out movie for a while, so we could watch that! Or, since it's your laptop, office, and snacks, you can pick the movie if you want.

I'll also make sure to bring my stuffed ram and squirrel too, it wouldn't feel complete without some stuffed animals.

I 'aven't watched tha' one yet, so tha' sounds good ta me! If yer bringin' some, tha' means I'm diggin' out my old teddy I 'ave. Must 'ave for a proper sleepover!

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Oye!! Keep ya mutt out of my garage. She was sniffing around my rat traps almost got herself snapped.

*drags big grey wolf towards her*

*points at dog* sit!

*it sits and looks confused why the angry Spanish lady is mad*

- your less than friendly base mechanic 🐦‍⬛

@dipidi-do-cod

Jeanz looks up from the paperwork on her desk, blinking her hazel eyes in confusion as she stares at what most definietly isn't a dog. "Uh, not mine, but I'll keep an eye on it, if ye need me ta," she responded, tilting her head in confusion. Guess she has a new wolf now, which is fine by her, whats another one.

[dipidi-do-cod]

*Maria looks between her and the dog. Narrowing her eyes at the wolf.*

Stay out of my garage... Pobre perrito.

*softens slightly as she scratches between the wolfs fluffy ears, then glares again to turn and walk out*

[jeanzoriley-cod]

Jeanz is still majorly confused, by the new person, why she thought the wolf was hers, and how on earth a wolf got on base in the first place. "Oi, are ye new 'ere? 'Aven't seen ye 'round," she called, leaning over and digging through one of her drawers for some extra treats she kept in there, tossing one to the wolf.

Clara would have the time of her life when Jeanz got back to the farm later.

[dipidi-do-cod]

*I blink at her.*

"Mhm... Lo siento, making my, como se dice... ah rounds. Making my rounds. And was told you're the dog person. Or... That's what Senor Riley said..."

*holds out her hand tentatively, it's grease stained and honestly, just kinda gross...* "Dipstick Martinez. The mechanic. I work on your cars."

[jeanzoriley-cod]

Ah, of course Ghost would send her to Jeanz. Good thing she was a dog person, even though that was a wolf. "'Course he did, giant bastart," she muttered with a roll of her eyes. Jeanz did hesitate and took her hand with a smile. "Nice ta meet ye, Dipstick. I'm Jeanz O'Riley or Leperchaun if ye'd like."

[dipidi-do-cod]

She giggles at the call sign. A full warm laugh.

"Leperchaun? Like the Lucky Charms man? This base has some funny signs."

[jeanzoriley-cod]

Jeanz let out a snort. "Aye, not very original. Could 'ave given me somethin' else, but I'm Irish so I guess it makes sense. Dipstick isn't a callsign I've heard before, but fits righ' in on this base."

[dipidi-do-cod]

Martinez rubs her hand on the back of her neck. Giggling softly.

"Sí, pero, when I started I tried pouring oil into the motor through where the dipstick is. I was no experienced. And the name stuck. But now is because I always have something in my hair. Ponytail doesn't keep everything out..."

[jeanzoriley-cod]

Jeanz smiled gently, glancing at the wolf who decided her couch was a good place to sleep. "Aye, ponytails an' braids aren't good at tha'. I get stuff in my hair more times than I would like ta admit. How are ye likin' it 'ere on base so far?"

[dipidi-do-cod]

Martinez shrugs.

"Recruits could be smarter. They broke mi microwave y mi coffee pot in the garage. So I have to go all the way to the kitchen now to eat my lunch... But other than that fine."

She leans in conspiratorially.

"Por que is everyone so tall here?"

[jeanzoriley-cod]

"They aren't any better in trainin' either, trust me. I wonder how some o' 'em passed basic," Jeanz replied with a snort. A giggle left her at the question. "I 'ave been askin' myself tha' for years. Still 'aven't found an answer."

[dipidi-do-cod]

Martinez frowns slightly.

"Veo... Where I'm from we have a saying. It roughly translates to they were fed cornstalks. These people. Fed cornstalks."

[jeanzoriley-cod]

Jeanz nodded her head. "They had ta 'ave been fed cornstalks. I dun see why else everyone is so tall. Though, bein' one o' tha smaller ones on base gives me an advantage. I'm faster than most."

[dipidi-do-cod]

Martinez just tilts her head.

"Why do we need fast... Just hit them in the knees with a wrench? That's what I do."

[jeanzoriley-cod]

Jeanz couldn't hold back the laugh that left her. "Well, I can't go 'round hittin' people wit' my knives on base. Though, how many 'ave ye hit wit' a wrench since ye've been 'ere?"

[dipidi-do-cod]

I shrug.

"They haven't run out of beds yet at the nurse station... So clearly not enough of them. Pero almost hit Soap when he scared me while I was hanging out of an engine."

[jeanzoriley-cod]

Another snort. "Admirable. An' aye, the Scot is good 'bout doin' tha'. I've flipped him many times for sneakin' up on me."

[jeanzoriley-cod]

Oye!! Keep ya mutt out of my garage. She was sniffing around my rat traps almost got herself snapped.

*drags big grey wolf towards her*

*points at dog* sit!

*it sits and looks confused why the angry Spanish lady is mad*

- your less than friendly base mechanic 🐦‍⬛

@dipidi-do-cod

Jeanz looks up from the paperwork on her desk, blinking her hazel eyes in confusion as she stares at what most definietly isn't a dog. "Uh, not mine, but I'll keep an eye on it, if ye need me ta," she responded, tilting her head in confusion. Guess she has a new wolf now, which is fine by her, whats another one.

[dipidi-do-cod]

*Maria looks between her and the dog. Narrowing her eyes at the wolf.*

Stay out of my garage... Pobre perrito.

*softens slightly as she scratches between the wolfs fluffy ears, then glares again to turn and walk out*

[jeanzoriley-cod]

Jeanz is still majorly confused, by the new person, why she thought the wolf was hers, and how on earth a wolf got on base in the first place. "Oi, are ye new 'ere? 'Aven't seen ye 'round," she called, leaning over and digging through one of her drawers for some extra treats she kept in there, tossing one to the wolf.

Clara would have the time of her life when Jeanz got back to the farm later.

[dipidi-do-cod]

*I blink at her.*

"Mhm... Lo siento, making my, como se dice... ah rounds. Making my rounds. And was told you're the dog person. Or... That's what Senor Riley said..."

*holds out her hand tentatively, it's grease stained and honestly, just kinda gross...* "Dipstick Martinez. The mechanic. I work on your cars."

[jeanzoriley-cod]

Ah, of course Ghost would send her to Jeanz. Good thing she was a dog person, even though that was a wolf. "'Course he did, giant bastart," she muttered with a roll of her eyes. Jeanz did hesitate and took her hand with a smile. "Nice ta meet ye, Dipstick. I'm Jeanz O'Riley or Leperchaun if ye'd like."

[dipidi-do-cod]

She giggles at the call sign. A full warm laugh.

"Leperchaun? Like the Lucky Charms man? This base has some funny signs."

[jeanzoriley-cod]

Jeanz let out a snort. "Aye, not very original. Could 'ave given me somethin' else, but I'm Irish so I guess it makes sense. Dipstick isn't a callsign I've heard before, but fits righ' in on this base."

[dipidi-do-cod]

Martinez rubs her hand on the back of her neck. Giggling softly.

"Sí, pero, when I started I tried pouring oil into the motor through where the dipstick is. I was no experienced. And the name stuck. But now is because I always have something in my hair. Ponytail doesn't keep everything out..."

[jeanzoriley-cod]

Jeanz smiled gently, glancing at the wolf who decided her couch was a good place to sleep. "Aye, ponytails an' braids aren't good at tha'. I get stuff in my hair more times than I would like ta admit. How are ye likin' it 'ere on base so far?"

[dipidi-do-cod]

Martinez shrugs.

"Recruits could be smarter. They broke mi microwave y mi coffee pot in the garage. So I have to go all the way to the kitchen now to eat my lunch... But other than that fine."

She leans in conspiratorially.

"Por que is everyone so tall here?"

[jeanzoriley-cod]

"They aren't any better in trainin' either, trust me. I wonder how some o' 'em passed basic," Jeanz replied with a snort. A giggle left her at the question. "I 'ave been askin' myself tha' for years. Still 'aven't found an answer."

[dipidi-do-cod]

Martinez frowns slightly.

"Veo... Where I'm from we have a saying. It roughly translates to they were fed cornstalks. These people. Fed cornstalks."

[jeanzoriley-cod]

Jeanz nodded her head. "They had ta 'ave been fed cornstalks. I dun see why else everyone is so tall. Though, bein' one o' tha smaller ones on base gives me an advantage. I'm faster than most."

[dipidi-do-cod]

Martinez just tilts her head.

"Why do we need fast... Just hit them in the knees with a wrench? That's what I do."

[jeanzoriley-cod]

Jeanz couldn't hold back the laugh that left her. "Well, I can't go 'round hittin' people wit' my knives on base. Though, how many 'ave ye hit wit' a wrench since ye've been 'ere?"

[jeanzoriley-cod]

Oye!! Keep ya mutt out of my garage. She was sniffing around my rat traps almost got herself snapped.

*drags big grey wolf towards her*

*points at dog* sit!

*it sits and looks confused why the angry Spanish lady is mad*

- your less than friendly base mechanic 🐦‍⬛

@dipidi-do-cod

Jeanz looks up from the paperwork on her desk, blinking her hazel eyes in confusion as she stares at what most definietly isn't a dog. "Uh, not mine, but I'll keep an eye on it, if ye need me ta," she responded, tilting her head in confusion. Guess she has a new wolf now, which is fine by her, whats another one.

[dipidi-do-cod]

*Maria looks between her and the dog. Narrowing her eyes at the wolf.*

Stay out of my garage... Pobre perrito.

*softens slightly as she scratches between the wolfs fluffy ears, then glares again to turn and walk out*

[jeanzoriley-cod]

Jeanz is still majorly confused, by the new person, why she thought the wolf was hers, and how on earth a wolf got on base in the first place. "Oi, are ye new 'ere? 'Aven't seen ye 'round," she called, leaning over and digging through one of her drawers for some extra treats she kept in there, tossing one to the wolf.

Clara would have the time of her life when Jeanz got back to the farm later.

[dipidi-do-cod]

*I blink at her.*

"Mhm... Lo siento, making my, como se dice... ah rounds. Making my rounds. And was told you're the dog person. Or... That's what Senor Riley said..."

*holds out her hand tentatively, it's grease stained and honestly, just kinda gross...* "Dipstick Martinez. The mechanic. I work on your cars."

[jeanzoriley-cod]

Ah, of course Ghost would send her to Jeanz. Good thing she was a dog person, even though that was a wolf. "'Course he did, giant bastart," she muttered with a roll of her eyes. Jeanz did hesitate and took her hand with a smile. "Nice ta meet ye, Dipstick. I'm Jeanz O'Riley or Leperchaun if ye'd like."

[dipidi-do-cod]

She giggles at the call sign. A full warm laugh.

"Leperchaun? Like the Lucky Charms man? This base has some funny signs."

[jeanzoriley-cod]

Jeanz let out a snort. "Aye, not very original. Could 'ave given me somethin' else, but I'm Irish so I guess it makes sense. Dipstick isn't a callsign I've heard before, but fits righ' in on this base."

[dipidi-do-cod]

Martinez rubs her hand on the back of her neck. Giggling softly.

"Sí, pero, when I started I tried pouring oil into the motor through where the dipstick is. I was no experienced. And the name stuck. But now is because I always have something in my hair. Ponytail doesn't keep everything out..."

[jeanzoriley-cod]

Jeanz smiled gently, glancing at the wolf who decided her couch was a good place to sleep. "Aye, ponytails an' braids aren't good at tha'. I get stuff in my hair more times than I would like ta admit. How are ye likin' it 'ere on base so far?"

[dipidi-do-cod]

Martinez shrugs.

"Recruits could be smarter. They broke mi microwave y mi coffee pot in the garage. So I have to go all the way to the kitchen now to eat my lunch... But other than that fine."

She leans in conspiratorially.

"Por que is everyone so tall here?"

[jeanzoriley-cod]

"They aren't any better in trainin' either, trust me. I wonder how some o' 'em passed basic," Jeanz replied with a snort. A giggle left her at the question. "I 'ave been askin' myself tha' for years. Still 'aven't found an answer."

[dipidi-do-cod]

Martinez frowns slightly.

"Veo... Where I'm from we have a saying. It roughly translates to they were fed cornstalks. These people. Fed cornstalks."

[jeanzoriley-cod]

Jeanz nodded her head. "They had ta 'ave been fed cornstalks. I dun see why else everyone is so tall. Though, bein' one o' tha smaller ones on base gives me an advantage. I'm faster than most."

[jeanzoriley-cod]

I will say that it's a lot of fun! Fun enough that it makes me forget the pain of all the work and greatly consider pursuing a master's. Oh well, at least you'll get to hear more of my complaints of college life (graduate edition) come next year.

I'll def take you up on that. You can do paperwork to the dulcet sounds of me sleeping. Or we could make it a little sleepover, pillow fort, pirated movie, snacks, the whole nine!

I look forward ta yer ramblin's all tha time, Rin! I am so down ta make a pillow fort an' forget all my responsibilities for a wee bit. I already 'ave tha snacks an' a laptop we can pirate tha movies on!

[jeanzoriley-cod]

Oye!! Keep ya mutt out of my garage. She was sniffing around my rat traps almost got herself snapped.

*drags big grey wolf towards her*

*points at dog* sit!

*it sits and looks confused why the angry Spanish lady is mad*

- your less than friendly base mechanic 🐦‍⬛

@dipidi-do-cod

Jeanz looks up from the paperwork on her desk, blinking her hazel eyes in confusion as she stares at what most definietly isn't a dog. "Uh, not mine, but I'll keep an eye on it, if ye need me ta," she responded, tilting her head in confusion. Guess she has a new wolf now, which is fine by her, whats another one.

[dipidi-do-cod]

*Maria looks between her and the dog. Narrowing her eyes at the wolf.*

Stay out of my garage... Pobre perrito.

*softens slightly as she scratches between the wolfs fluffy ears, then glares again to turn and walk out*

[jeanzoriley-cod]

Jeanz is still majorly confused, by the new person, why she thought the wolf was hers, and how on earth a wolf got on base in the first place. "Oi, are ye new 'ere? 'Aven't seen ye 'round," she called, leaning over and digging through one of her drawers for some extra treats she kept in there, tossing one to the wolf.

Clara would have the time of her life when Jeanz got back to the farm later.

[dipidi-do-cod]

*I blink at her.*

"Mhm... Lo siento, making my, como se dice... ah rounds. Making my rounds. And was told you're the dog person. Or... That's what Senor Riley said..."

*holds out her hand tentatively, it's grease stained and honestly, just kinda gross...* "Dipstick Martinez. The mechanic. I work on your cars."

[jeanzoriley-cod]

Ah, of course Ghost would send her to Jeanz. Good thing she was a dog person, even though that was a wolf. "'Course he did, giant bastart," she muttered with a roll of her eyes. Jeanz did hesitate and took her hand with a smile. "Nice ta meet ye, Dipstick. I'm Jeanz O'Riley or Leperchaun if ye'd like."

[dipidi-do-cod]

She giggles at the call sign. A full warm laugh.

"Leperchaun? Like the Lucky Charms man? This base has some funny signs."

[jeanzoriley-cod]

Jeanz let out a snort. "Aye, not very original. Could 'ave given me somethin' else, but I'm Irish so I guess it makes sense. Dipstick isn't a callsign I've heard before, but fits righ' in on this base."

[dipidi-do-cod]

Martinez rubs her hand on the back of her neck. Giggling softly.

"Sí, pero, when I started I tried pouring oil into the motor through where the dipstick is. I was no experienced. And the name stuck. But now is because I always have something in my hair. Ponytail doesn't keep everything out..."

[jeanzoriley-cod]

Jeanz smiled gently, glancing at the wolf who decided her couch was a good place to sleep. "Aye, ponytails an' braids aren't good at tha'. I get stuff in my hair more times than I would like ta admit. How are ye likin' it 'ere on base so far?"

[dipidi-do-cod]

Martinez shrugs.

"Recruits could be smarter. They broke mi microwave y mi coffee pot in the garage. So I have to go all the way to the kitchen now to eat my lunch... But other than that fine."

She leans in conspiratorially.

"Por que is everyone so tall here?"

[jeanzoriley-cod]

"They aren't any better in trainin' either, trust me. I wonder how some o' 'em passed basic," Jeanz replied with a snort. A giggle left her at the question. "I 'ave been askin' myself tha' for years. Still 'aven't found an answer."

[jeanzoriley-cod]

Girl, you don't even know, even outside of classes, I gotta spend so much time reading and writing, not to mention extracurricular stuff.

Though, your free time is probably much more precious to you, you're probably much busier than I am!

I am so glad I never went ta college. I would lose my mind. Aye, it is. I usually sneak up ta tha roof for a smoke or quiet. If ye ever need, tha couch is still available ta ye.