(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/10233RussianJoytoy.jpg)<br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Ludmilla<br/><strong>Location</strong>U.S.S. Georgetown<br/><strong>Addressing</strong>open<br/><hr/><br/>Her heels seem to echo loudly along the hallway as she tries to find her bunk, dressed in her dress uniform so a simple brown skirt and jacket with somewhat scuffed high heels. Her bag slung across a shoulder and she frowns at the sign in front of her, of course it was in English! And her spoken English was bad enough never mind her written. "Why is this ship so big! And confusing." she grumbles to herself in Russian and tries to look at the little map again, she never expected to be assigned to a ship like this and everything was so alien.<br/><br/>"Ma'am? Do you need any help?" A young sailor looks at her and snaps a sharp salute at her which she answers with one of her own, she looks at him curiously. his uniform crisp and fits him very well, short brown hair that just begs for a hand to play with it. He reminds her a lot of Dimitri and a short stab of pain hits her deep inside, ruthlessly she pushes those thought aside and nods to him.<br/><br/>"yes please, I am trying to find my assigned bunk but I fear I am hopelessly lost." She holds up her slip of paper and hopes he can make some sense out of it, "Russian I take it by the uniform and accent? Welcome aboard Ma'am, and you are quite close just go down those stairs behind you turn to the right and then down four intersections." He reaches up to the pipes running along the ceiling, "we usually use these for navigation, as you can see they are colour coded to help the engineers keeping everything in working order. And once you learn what tube goes where it is much easier to find your way Ma'am."<br/><br/>She looks back at the stairs that she just came up from and sighs, "I just came from there! Thank you very much, I won't keep you from your duties sailor but.. thank you." She smiles warmly and feels a lot better already, at least someone on this enormous vessel is nice and friendly towards her. She already faced some slight hostility when people noticed her uniform, or maybe they just don't like women on the ship. She isn't sure which.<br/><br/>She follows his directions and this time she finds the bunk assigned to her and with a loud sigh she sinks down on the soft bed and smiles in surprise, it might be hard on their standards but growing up in Russia well.. you have a very different frame of reference. But it sure feels good to sit down, her back is starting to bother her and experience has taught her that if she doesn't rest it soon she will start getting spasms. The operation may have replaced her crushed vertebra with cast steel ones but they cant do much for the nerves. She digs into her bag and takes out a bottle of vodka she managed to sneak with her and takes a mouthful, like all russians she drinks vodka like it is water, but it sure takes the edge off the pain.<br/><br/>"Dimitri, you would like this place I think. You always had such a fascination with engines, I can't even begin to comprehend how this monster can even more. I miss you so much, why did you have to die?"<br/><br/>The rain is pouring down into the trenches, the mud deep enough to have your entire boots sink down if you remained standing for too long. The germans had been hitting them hard lately and most of the troops where exhausted by now, for the umpteenth time she checks her ammunition drum and slams it back into the rifle as Dimitri laughs at her nervous tick.<br/><br/>"Don't worry love, we will make it." She smiles warmly at him, he is so breathtakingly beautiful. Those brown eyes she so easily found herself drowning in, the short hair that she loves to caress and play with. It helps that he gives wonderful backrubs that eases the pain in her torn back, and of course that he is such a sweet gentle lover. Even when he took her virginity she hardly felt any pain at all, just pure pleasure.<br/><br/>The whistling of incoming artillery shells breaks her woolgathering and before she can scream out a warning the entire world explodes in mud and fire, a direct hit in their section of the trenches and the rain suddenly has bodyparts in it. She wipes mud away from her face and sees Dimitri, almost torn in half from the blast of the shell. Steam rising where the glowing metal shards are imbedded deep into his body.<br/><br/>"I miss you love." She mumbles as the flashback vanishes , little tears forming in her eyes as she lays down on the bunk listening to the constant hum aboard the ship. "So very much."<br/>