<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.myanimelist.net/images/characters/5/150011.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Arizona<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Avenger----Sand Island<br/><strong>tagging:</strong>Open,<br/><strong>Doing:</strong>hating life:<br/><br/>--------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>laying across the very back row of seats on the Avenger, soft groans of pain could be heard from a busty red head that had a moist handkerchief laying across her eyes. Ever since the Avenger took off, Arizona has been suffering from Motion sickness. She felt nauseated, and had a headache. even lying down was doing her very little favors. In her mind, the same though kept whirling around in her head.<em>Why, oh why did I ever get on this infernal contraption!</em>the only thing he wanted to do was land, and get off, and possibly never set foot on a airplane again as long as she lived. When the Pilot announced that they were arriving at Sand Island, she could only groan out a triumphant "yay" before she felt her lunch trying to surface again, resulting in a soft unlady like "urp".<br/><br/>That last few minutes stretched out into eternity until finally the sharp jostling of the ship's landing nearly threw her from her seat. "Damn it. Tell us when you're going going to drop out of the sky." she growled to no one in particular. As the rear ramp lowered, and the salty air filled the cabin. Arizona took a deep breath. She could feel her nausea fading away as she hoisted herself to her feet, and grabbed her luggage. She packed lightly as she didn't know how large her accommodations would be. Though from what she heard of Military bases, there was not going to be a lot of room.<br/><br/>Arizona would stagger off the back of the Avenger on wobbly legs. She still looked rather green around the gills, but was immensely thankful to finally get off that blasted airplane. The dress she wore was a parting gift from her mother as she left her home. It came down to just above her knees, and thigh high black stockings covered her long shapely legs. Arizona's red hair fluttered on the ocean wind as she stepped out into the sun. "Oh thank god, the flight is finally over. No more Airplanes." She gasped as her stomach was finally settling down.<br/><br/>After taking a few calming breaths, she approached the Older man, and the young woman. Even from a distance, Arizona could see that the woman was angry about something, but what? She came up to within five Feet. "Um...Battleship Arizona reporting for...uh, Duty?" She said with uncertainty as she was not really experienced with Military affairs.<br/><br/>-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://kancolle-l.com/files/links/ScUGKeqKj3cT.jpg)</div><br/><strong>name:</strong>Musashi<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Sand Island<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Doing:</strong>Just waking up from a nap<br/><br/>--------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>While Arizona may have hated to fly, Another wasn't bothered by it. In fact she spent the entire flight asleep. Her long white hair hung down to her bottom as her sun tanned skin seemed to contrast, and bring out her rich ruby eyes. Once the Avenger touched, down, The Japanese Battleship, Musashi. Stood up, and stretched. Her large breasts seemingly wanting to burst out of her Black cotton tank top. A pair of tight shorts, and combat boots finished up her outfit as she picked up an US Army Surplus duffel bag she ordered off the internet, and flung it over her shoulder. She would follow Arizona off the Airplane, and stretch as she enjoyed the sun upon her tanned skin. "Soooo Good!" She crooned in relief in getting off that stuffy Airplane.<br/><br/>After a good stretch, she would Follow the red head over to an older man, and started waving a bit nervously. "Um...hi. I'm Yuki....oh, you probably want my ship name, don't cha. It is Musashi." She said quietly.