<div class="floatleft">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/female%20characters/0fad661f-2097-45f4-bf1d-23e897b819e7_zpstsde0are.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Indira Quinn<br/><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Hotel Director<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 4 | 6 p.m.<br/><strong>Location:</strong> West beach<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Bikini (http://i.ebayimg.com/00/s/NDUxWDMwMA==/z/MZ4AAOSw7NNT~j6m/$_35.JPG?set_id=2)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Pyun "CJ" Choe Ja <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong> None</span><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Indira sighed and drew her knees up, leaning forward slightly to brace her arms atop them. Dark frames adorned her face as she stared out at the water while fading sunlight slid flatteringly over her dusky bikini clad form. Bliss had found her in the simple form of peace, something that had gradually settled in over the first few days of being totally disconnected. For once there was no PA system going off at intervals, no phone vibrating with freakish regularity, no computer set to glare at her until she had answered every email and triple checked every memo. For a few short days she was not the Hotel Director of a large cruise ship but rather simply Indira Quinn. A woman who had purposely buried herself in work to let the world pass her by. That she had in some ways allowed her self to be unearthed from the heap was... scary.<br/><br/>Still, even with the dance of nerves that lingered ever in the background, there was no way Indira could not appreciate the blessed beauty she'd been given access to for two weeks. She didn't even try to fight it. The pull of the paradise they'd come to was too strong to ignore. So she'd come out to watch day fade into night--her favorite time of day--and bask in the warmth and temporary freedom from obligation. And when the soft crunch of footsteps in sand rose to mingle with the easy crash and slide of the water rolling in she chose to take that in stride as well. At least as much as she could.<br/><br/>"Its no bother at all," She offered a smile from her seat upon the blanket she'd brought out with her. "Yeah, I love watching the sunset. Love seeing it from the various places I've been. It always looks different. Like wherever you are has put its own stamp on the sky." Her gaze turned up and away, though not before noting that she was yet again in the presence of an attractive person some years younger than her. <br/><br/>That gaze was briefly pulled back however when the offering of light was made. "Oh, thanks. I forget sometimes how dark it can get. The lights on the ship make the night a whole lot brighter too." Torn rather suddenly between that desire for peace and an inexplicable pull, Indira bit her lip for a moment, indecision weighing in her gaze before she finally spoke again.<br/><br/>"Ummm... you're... you're welcome to sit and watch if you wish." There was plenty of room on the blanket which thus far had somehow remained largely free of sand thanks to Indira's own vigilance. "I'm from the USA branch, yeah. You said Seoul, right? As in South Korea? I've never traveled quite that far. I wonder what the sunsets look like there." <br/><br/></span>