Post by SirGuido on Jan 13, 2018 20:11:29 GMT -5
A young girl, who looks like she should be in High School instead of Scout School, looks lost as she walks down a hallway. She has long brown hair, olive skin, and dark eyes. Her body, or what can be seen under the jumpsuit uniform, looks sturdy and strong with curves in all the right places. Eyes turn to follow her as she stops every few feet to study a plasticene sheet in her hand. A particularly large built man with a blonde crewcut stops her, gives her a long once over and asks her.
"Well now, what can I do for you? Or better yet, what can you do for me?" The girl stops long enough that you can see "L. Marston" on the nameplate of her jumpsuit.
"Uhm sorry?" She looks honestly confused and looks at the man who stopped her.
"You seem lost, girlie. Dirk will help you find your way to... the best places on this ship." He says the last while squeezing his groin through the suit.
"The best places on the ship must have fleas." Others within earshot start to laugh while Dirk's face turns red. With a sigh, L. Marston turns back around to continue on her way when a meaty hand reaches out and spins her around.
"Who do you think you are?" Dirk looks angry and just a bit slighted.
"What, because I didn't drop on my knees and shove your little prick in my mouth? Does that talk even work on anyone?" Her eyebrows knit together as she looks scornfully at him. "And don't touch me, neanderthal." He reaches back out to turn her toward him as she makes to leave and she ducks under his hand before planting her palm with force beneath his sternum in a quick strike. Marston then sweeps his legs out from underneath him. Pulling her fist back for another blow, guards seize her wrist and plant her to the plating of the deck.
"Stop! Let her up, Ensign. She was merely defending herself." A male voice cuts through the noise and the guard lets up his captive. As she climbs to her feet he asks her "Where are you supposed to be cadet?"
"I'm looking for Beginner's Vacc Suit and Zero G with Professor Ventar, sir!" She stands stock straight at attention.
"Well, you're in luck cadet, that's where I'm headed too."
OOC: hey ericfromnj tag, you're it! oh btw the L stands for Linda and the guy she's walking with is... you.
"Well now, what can I do for you? Or better yet, what can you do for me?" The girl stops long enough that you can see "L. Marston" on the nameplate of her jumpsuit.
"Uhm sorry?" She looks honestly confused and looks at the man who stopped her.
"You seem lost, girlie. Dirk will help you find your way to... the best places on this ship." He says the last while squeezing his groin through the suit.
"The best places on the ship must have fleas." Others within earshot start to laugh while Dirk's face turns red. With a sigh, L. Marston turns back around to continue on her way when a meaty hand reaches out and spins her around.
"Who do you think you are?" Dirk looks angry and just a bit slighted.
"What, because I didn't drop on my knees and shove your little prick in my mouth? Does that talk even work on anyone?" Her eyebrows knit together as she looks scornfully at him. "And don't touch me, neanderthal." He reaches back out to turn her toward him as she makes to leave and she ducks under his hand before planting her palm with force beneath his sternum in a quick strike. Marston then sweeps his legs out from underneath him. Pulling her fist back for another blow, guards seize her wrist and plant her to the plating of the deck.
"Stop! Let her up, Ensign. She was merely defending herself." A male voice cuts through the noise and the guard lets up his captive. As she climbs to her feet he asks her "Where are you supposed to be cadet?"
"I'm looking for Beginner's Vacc Suit and Zero G with Professor Ventar, sir!" She stands stock straight at attention.
"Well, you're in luck cadet, that's where I'm headed too."
OOC: hey ericfromnj tag, you're it! oh btw the L stands for Linda and the guy she's walking with is... you.