Post by shisha on Sept 25, 2012 19:03:07 GMT -5
She took a deep breath, inhaling the new scent of a brand new location for the first time. It was different to the Highly cleaned, polished surfaces she was used to back at the Barracks, with a somehow sweeter smell lingering in the air. A form of Natural Air Freshener. Her nostrils moving in response made her mouth move up, from a casual expression to a full on grin. Plastering her face with a smile that could only be described as "Over the top". As she walked off the standard Marine Ship seen all over the sea's her arms raised up high above her head, clasping her hands together by the fingers, along with the classic noises of a person stretching after a long voyage. Clad in the usual attire for a Marine of her level, a lonely grunt, a foot soilder or Cannon Fodder as she preffered it, she took the time to stretch after such a long and uncomfortable trip onboard the vessel docked behind her. Although in truth it hadn't been a bad voyage at all. Quite the opposite, she and some of the other grunts in the bowls of said ship had been having fun throughout the entire trip. Fond memories of jokeing around tables, causing other soliders to collapse from blood loss through the nose and making badly done impressions of their commanding officers with objects found on the floor filled her head.
Her eyes opened slowly to take in the sights of the island, expecting to see the fabulous stone structures, the lush tropical funa and fanstastic local wildlife. Alas the first sight her beatiful eyes witnssed, was the large almost overpowering veiw of the dock woker standing infront of her. Facing away, with the rim of his pants down enough to make the crack between both buttoks incredibly visible for all to see. The darker shaded skin that upon closer inspection looked wet, with the pursperation of a hard days work and most likely the heat of it as well. Somehow she couldn't seem to look away. Like a horrible accident she couldn't tear herself away from watching. It was only when the faint sound of air escaping that dreaded place hitting her ears that she finally managed to look away. And wave her hand across her face Mockingly behind his back. With that little disturbing distraction done away with, she could Finnaly, at last, set eyes upon the island. It was everything she had thought of back on the ship. Minus the muscular vine swinging, loin cloth wearing men she invisioned swinging around the trees left, right and center.
Swooning at the sight of it all, hands clutched together in front of her chest, swaying her hips absent mindedly from side to side slowly, she didn't notice the other Marines departing the vessel behind her. Most of which had been to the island before, simply carrying on with their assined duties. Some, like her were green. New to the place. Some had to adjust their caps in response to the new temperatures, or to distract themselves from the sight of Sukkari herself. Her style of clothing, despite being standard issue, always seemed somewhat revealing on her frame. Mostly in part to her, "customization" of it. Her shirt, the top every Marine seemed to wear had lost most of its length, managing only to cover the bare essentials, stopping just short of the skin above her belly button. With her jacket worn over it, not fastened, it was not as bad. Still the way her figure accented her attire didn't help. A hand patted her on the shoulder, waking her up from her swooning trance. She nodded looking back at the no name grunt, following the group towards the local, if not pitiful Outfit of a Marine base located there.
As they trugged along the paths leading through the island, Sukkari was Deaf to the noises of birds, insects, tourists and the talking of her fellow soilders. Humming away in her own little world, listening to the music being played into her beloved headphones. A Cheerful song, with a very catching if somewhat simple beat to it. Again a Tap on the shoulder forced her to glance behind her quizzically. "Hey Sukkari, you have any idea what were doing here?. I mean i overheard them talking and all, but it seems a little. You know?, weird". The soilder in question was a new recruit, the greenest of the green, what some game lovers would call "Noob". About her age, seemingly, a fairly attractive male from that perspective, she had sadly forgotten his name. She only referred to him as "Twitch", on account of his sea Sickness, making him twitch about uncomfortably while at sea. Placing her finger on the end of her chin, she pondered breifly. "I think were getting orders from the guy here. De’Avris or something like that. Sounds Posh. I bet he has a funny mustache. Maybe a monacle". She giggled happily, mentally glueing a picture of him together from the fabrications of her mind. "I don't think he's posh enough for a cane, a top hat would be fun though. I want a Top Hat. You could hide Pies in them". The Marine simply shook his head and laughed as Sukkari started walking in an overly posh manner, pretending to have a cane whilst she walked, one eye closed to fake a monacle.
Her eyes opened slowly to take in the sights of the island, expecting to see the fabulous stone structures, the lush tropical funa and fanstastic local wildlife. Alas the first sight her beatiful eyes witnssed, was the large almost overpowering veiw of the dock woker standing infront of her. Facing away, with the rim of his pants down enough to make the crack between both buttoks incredibly visible for all to see. The darker shaded skin that upon closer inspection looked wet, with the pursperation of a hard days work and most likely the heat of it as well. Somehow she couldn't seem to look away. Like a horrible accident she couldn't tear herself away from watching. It was only when the faint sound of air escaping that dreaded place hitting her ears that she finally managed to look away. And wave her hand across her face Mockingly behind his back. With that little disturbing distraction done away with, she could Finnaly, at last, set eyes upon the island. It was everything she had thought of back on the ship. Minus the muscular vine swinging, loin cloth wearing men she invisioned swinging around the trees left, right and center.
Swooning at the sight of it all, hands clutched together in front of her chest, swaying her hips absent mindedly from side to side slowly, she didn't notice the other Marines departing the vessel behind her. Most of which had been to the island before, simply carrying on with their assined duties. Some, like her were green. New to the place. Some had to adjust their caps in response to the new temperatures, or to distract themselves from the sight of Sukkari herself. Her style of clothing, despite being standard issue, always seemed somewhat revealing on her frame. Mostly in part to her, "customization" of it. Her shirt, the top every Marine seemed to wear had lost most of its length, managing only to cover the bare essentials, stopping just short of the skin above her belly button. With her jacket worn over it, not fastened, it was not as bad. Still the way her figure accented her attire didn't help. A hand patted her on the shoulder, waking her up from her swooning trance. She nodded looking back at the no name grunt, following the group towards the local, if not pitiful Outfit of a Marine base located there.
As they trugged along the paths leading through the island, Sukkari was Deaf to the noises of birds, insects, tourists and the talking of her fellow soilders. Humming away in her own little world, listening to the music being played into her beloved headphones. A Cheerful song, with a very catching if somewhat simple beat to it. Again a Tap on the shoulder forced her to glance behind her quizzically. "Hey Sukkari, you have any idea what were doing here?. I mean i overheard them talking and all, but it seems a little. You know?, weird". The soilder in question was a new recruit, the greenest of the green, what some game lovers would call "Noob". About her age, seemingly, a fairly attractive male from that perspective, she had sadly forgotten his name. She only referred to him as "Twitch", on account of his sea Sickness, making him twitch about uncomfortably while at sea. Placing her finger on the end of her chin, she pondered breifly. "I think were getting orders from the guy here. De’Avris or something like that. Sounds Posh. I bet he has a funny mustache. Maybe a monacle". She giggled happily, mentally glueing a picture of him together from the fabrications of her mind. "I don't think he's posh enough for a cane, a top hat would be fun though. I want a Top Hat. You could hide Pies in them". The Marine simply shook his head and laughed as Sukkari started walking in an overly posh manner, pretending to have a cane whilst she walked, one eye closed to fake a monacle.