REPORT 001 :: CONSCRIPTION // ACTION

[daisy023]

[There is a girl in a delicate sundress advancing through the snow with her head down, stopping behind every tree big enough to cover her position, to look at the area around her. She shivers, and her hair had collected frost that had stuck on her blond hair, but her eyes continuously scan every tree in the environment with distrust and paranoia, ignoring the environment around her, as if she was being hunted.

Those that have spent time in the military would recognize her movements resembled that of a soldier. A weaponless soldier without protective armor or equipment, but a soldier nonetheless.

More specifically, a SPARTAN-II. And a Spartan was never weaponless.

Her breathing condenses with the frigid air around her, but she ignores it. This girl continues advancing through the forest, but she abruptly stops mid-way, looking at something in the snow, for a long moment uncaring of the alien woods that held her. She slowly bends down, and picks it up.

She mutters to herself.]


I've seen this before... I left this back there.

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[daisy023]

[For her part, the Chief Petty Officer surpresses a blush. She liked the uniform, but compliments on appearance weren't that common within the UNSC. Less so for Spartans.

She attempts to put the boots on with a pair of socks, and they actually fit. Now, had it not been for the lack of insignia and colors, her current clothes had the formality she needed. She awkwardly tries to get rid of the folds that form, but she is nonetheless happy.

SPARTAN-023 looks at Charlotte.]

You're good.

[A subtler way of saying "thank you".]

[hazelrink.livejournal.com]

I know...

[But then she giggles. She can't play arrogant all the time]

But thank you. I'm glad we were able to find you something.