| Tuesday |
[26 Feb 2008|07:20pm] |
Who?: Nikita and OTA
When?: After the meeting, and after she eats so mid-late afternoon
Where?: Somewhere on the beach
Why?: Because she needs some sun?
After the meeting Nikita had ran to her room, and proceeded to throw clothing out of her drawers. She desperately needed to find her bathing suit. Wouldn't do to go out on the beach without one. Finally, after dumping half of her drawers she found her baby blue string bikini. She eyed it for a moment, and shrugged her shoulders. Half of the crew had seen her naked, and the other half would here soon anyways. Not a big deal in her book.
She changed into her suit quickly, pulling on a pair of shorts and a white wife beater that was probably Alex's on. She pulled her long hair up into a ponytail, and grabbed up her beach towel. Slinging the multi-colored towel over her shoulder, she started out her door but not before grabbing up a bottle of sunscreen and slipping her flip-flops on her feet. She had made it half way down the hall before her stomach let out a long and very loud rumble. She placed her hand over it, and raised a brow. That's right, she hadn't ate breakfast that morning.
Turning on her heel, the shapeshifter mutant headed back towards the galley. After a satisfying meal, and a little teasing of her best bud she was finally ready to head down to the beach. She talked to a few other's on the way, smiling and laughing with a few of them. Once she got to the beach, she laid her towel out, and stretched her arms above her head.
It felt good to be outside, to be out of the confines of the ship and in the sunlight. She pulled off her shirt, and then her shorts. Sitting down on her beach towel, she put her flip-flops at the bottom of it. Grabbing up her sunscreen, she lathered the white goo on. Her nose wrinkled at the smell of it, but she knew she needed it. The last thing she needed to do was go to the doctor with burned skin. Once she was sure her body was well protected she laid down, closing her eyes. It wasn't a few moments later that soft snores could be heard from Nikita, and her foot was twitching a little as she dozed peacefully on the beach.
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| Tuesday |
[26 Feb 2008|09:56pm] |
Who: Mag and Alex
When: Sometime after the meeting
Where: Getting off the ship, the beach
Why: Just because they can
Hawaii. It was so beautiful, according to the pictures. Not knowing what she would really end up doing, Mag dressed to be prepared for everything. She put on a bikini underneath a pair of cut off jean shorts and tank top. Glaring at her shoes she finally settled on a pair of strappy sandals that would say on her feet while walking a lot. Then she changed again, putting on a skirt instead of shorts. She eyed herself in the mirror then rolled her eyes. She was being stupid. She was being such a girl. Should she go for the shorts? Who was she trying to impress anyways?! No one. Not a soul.
Emerging from her room she took her time getting off the ship. Not wanting to seem like she was excited or anything. Plus the ship was on land, if she ran she might kick off and feel the sand a bit before she came to the end of the gangplank. That would be bad, especially before the heist and the ship needing to be ready to go at a moment's notice. Who knew that being on a ship would make someone so nervous about breaking it? Or someone on it...or breaking someone while breaking the ship.
So she stepped off the gang plank, took a deep breath and smiled. Then felt a small wind tickle where it shouldn't. "Should have stayed with the shorts. This is too short." She eyed her legs, bit her bottom lip and debated on going back on the ship to change again. She turned around, put one foot on the plank then paused. Who would it hurt if she kept it on? No one. No one would know her on the island, unless they were from the ship.
Just as long as she didn't bend over, she'd be fine. Turning back around she rolled her eyes at herself and started down the beach toward normal humanity. After all, she couldn't stay cooped up on the ship all the time. She had prepared the menus if she was to be late, she had a good crew...mostly. That was all that mattered.
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