Reaction to the Arizona Omake
(Is crying like a bitch, and sheding manly tears.)
The feels! I cried a little, nice jobu Iron! *thumbsup*
Have an Omake!
BLOOPERS (BELATED BATTLESHIP)
Chapter 1
SCENE 1, TAKE 1, ACTION!
-Jersey's first appearance (Shipgirl style)-
A girl -a young woman really, she looked barely too old to be one of his students- Lounged against the riverside railing. Even hunched over with her forearms resting on the silver wood, she towered over him.
Her shorts- very short shorts stuffed until the navy- blue fabric was pulled taut- did nothing to hide the long, thick-thighed legs of a cross-country runner. How she wasn't freezing with so much of that pale skin on display was beyond him. Maybe even-tighter red undershorts helped? They looked like the kind of material he'd seen athlete's wear.
"I'm not." She said.
"Then, uh," Crowning locked eyes with the girl. Or at least tried too, her mirrored aviators showed only his ragged reflection.
"What exactly are you doing?"
"Honestly?" the girl shrugged, her close-fitting puffer vest spreading around her bust line. Crowning wouldn't have called her top-heavy, especially with hips like hers, but she definitely had enough to fill her shirt. But if she caught his errant glance, she didn't show it."Just started running and….well, I wanted to make sure you're okay."
Crowning turned back to the railing, staring at the once-great museum ship New Jersey. "Attack hit you pretty hard?"
"You could say that," the girl spun the other way, resting her back against the railing. There was a cling like sound and the next thing the crew know, Jersey met the water with a splash, the railing destroyed.
"CUT!" the director shouted. "Jersey that railing is reinforced steel! How did you break it?" Jersey broke out of the water.
"I'm not heavy!"
"I didn't say that."
"FUCK YOU!" Jersey bellowed giving the director the finger. After blow drying Jersey, and fixing the railing they were back to shooting.
SCENE 1, TAKE 2, ACTION!
Crowning turned back to the railing, staring at the once-great museum ship New Jersey. "Attack hit you pretty hard?"
"You could say that," the girl spun the other way, resting her back against the railing, -The crew breathed a sigh when it didn't break- as she stared at the city sky line, - the camera moved upwards- and saw Akron and Macon playing tag.
Jersey's hand met her face, with Crowning doing the same.
"CUT!" the director shouted, again. "Bring those 2 down!" after a grueling 5 minutes of chasing after the 2 they were back to shooting.
SCENE 1, TAKE 3, ACTION!
Crowning turned back to the railing, staring at the once-great museum ship New Jersey. "Attack hit you pretty hard?"
"You could say that," the girl spun the other way, resting her back against the railing as she stared at the city sky line. -Free of aircrafts- Suddenly an 18' inch shell met her face, causing her to fall back on the railing, Jersey met -again- the water with a splash.
"CUT!" the director growled, "MUSASHI!" he looks in the direction behind him.
"I, Musashi, am innocent!" the girl said with her hands up, behind her were tip toeing fletchers, trying to make a sneaky get away. It didn't work.
SCENE 1, TAKE 4, ACTION!
Crowning turned back to the railing, staring at the once-great museum ship New Jersey. "Attack hit you pretty hard?"
"You could say that," the girl spun the other way, resting her back against the railing as she stared at the city sky line. -Her forehead sporting a kitty band aid courtesy of Wash. - Her strawberry- blond hair cascading out of the navy-blue baseball cap she wore backwards.
"I was-" he didn't finish because there was a thud, a sound of a torpedo firing somewhere, and hits Jersey on the stomach causing her to fall and met the water -again- with a splash.
"CUT!" the director was clutching his hair, his teeth gritted. "I'mokay!" was heard from somewhere.
SCENE 1, TAKE 59, ACTION!
They were nearly done, just a few more seconds of shooting and they were done!
"Took you long enough," the girl smirked as she spun her hat around, letting Crowning read the proud golden embroidery above the bill, which was covered in pink glitters the words. 'Albie was here' written.
The director was banging his head on the wall.
SCENE 1, TAKE 60, ACTION!
"Took you long enough," the girl smirked as she spun her hat around, letting Crowning read the proud golden embroidery above the bill. "USS New Jersey: BB-62."
"You're-"
"NAKEEDDDD!!" Borrie's shout broke through the place, "Dang it Borrie! NO!" Wash and Gale's voice joined in not a second later.
The director has had enough; he stands up, took hold of the director's chair and proceeds to smack it on the ground, shouting profanities.
"Fuck this, I'm going to McDonalds." Jersey said, having enough of the bullshit.