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Post by ZORAMOSA DELAROSA on Apr 8, 2012 23:24:12 GMT -5
Alaska L. Walsh 17 year old male, Petty Officer Marine. Stands five nine and weighs 132 pounds. According to the file he's a goody-two-shoes and always has been. Definitely not the kind of person that Zoramosa would typically let into his fleet, but then again, he didn't feel like going through the process of digging up someone who would abuse their power enough. He needed more corrupted marines to make himself look good, and this kid certainly wasn't going to be that marine. He would however make the perfect errand boy. A little black haired slave boy if you will. Zoramosa just had to test his resolve to make it as a marine. If his stamina could hold up long enough, then he might just be worth keeping around. If nothing else, it would be good for a laugh or two.
The sun beat down on Zoramosa's beach umbrella as he laid out on the sand, coconut drink in hand, waiting for his new recruit to make his appearance. Part one of the journey to join Fleet 88 always started with finding Zoramosa. Which wasn't too hard, he was always lazing it up on the beach. Taking a delicious sip of whatever the hell this liquid was floating in his coconut, Zoramosa sat up and looked around at the empty beach. No one stayed around too long when he showed up. Oh well. What he really needed right now was a towel to wipe down his face. All this heat got him sweating up a storm and now there was sand sticking to him. Annoying as hell. If Alaska didn't get there soon, he would have to abandon his plan. "Lime in the coconut and drink it all up...."
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Post by ALASKA WALSH on Apr 9, 2012 23:38:48 GMT -5
“You’re not my son! Scram, brat.” said a possible homeless person, from the way he was dressed. The man ruffled the boy’s uniform with an awkward embrace. Alaska brushed himself off and moseyed on down the beach. Strange folk like that always lined the beaches of Baterilla. Sure, they made up the smallest, most miniscule fraction of the population, but they were definitely around. Alaska had a handful of experiences like that before, whenever he visited the shores. It was the utmost importance that the recruit arrived in this place, on time as well. Apparently, according to classified papers he peeked at, today was the day of his appointment. The black-haired goldenboy was beyond excited. Life in the Southern Blue brought daily pleasures. However, this might have been the moment of a lifetime. This day would mark the beginning of his naval career. Alaska could feel the bundles of badges being pinned on for his excellent works already.
The order was made by Vice-Admiral Delarosa that the get-together would be beachside. It seemed pretty crucial, so he waltzed down the walkways of Baterilla to the designated spot. Zoramosa Delarosa was quite notorious for his many mind-boggling exploits under the marine flag. He probably wasn’t a friend of all the navy’s restrictions, but he was famous in his own right. Alaska didn’t have much admiration for him, but the young man was sure that such respect would develop in no time. Someday , he’d be in this guy’s spot, coordinating meet-ups to recruit youngsters. Those will be the days, and Alaska was certain that many adventures would happen in between. Upon arriving to the spot, the petty officer looked around but only saw tourists. He expected someone laden in all these badges of honor, a naval uniform, and perhaps some bodyguards. His dreams were crushed when all he saw were beach chairs and children.
“Mr. Delarosa!?” He called out, confused.
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Post by ZORAMOSA DELAROSA on Apr 10, 2012 11:08:28 GMT -5
Things had gotten busy again. Looks like tourists are always looking to crowd the beach and ruin Zoramosa's good time. Taking the final drink from his coconut, Zoramosa looked into the bottom of it with a look of deep sadness. There was nothing as depressing as looking at the bottom of a fruity tropical drink, and the people crowding around grew on his nerves. Rising to his feet, almost as fast as his irritation, Zoramosa chucked his empty coconut into the sea before glaring at all the people around him. It's too bad there were so many around, or he might of been able to respond violently again. Just as he was about to reach for his knife, deciding to say screw it, ready to lash out at the unsuspecting civilians, a voice went up over the crowd calling his name. Who the hell was here that would want to get his attention?
He looked through the crowd, hand gripping tightly to his weapon before he rememberd the reason he was even on the beach today. "Alaska Walsh, that's right." He walked up to the kid with a look of irritation still stuck on his face. Now he had to remember just what he was going to make the kid do to get into the Fleet. Some kind of hazing or something? Slapping a hand onto his shoulder, Zoramosa gave a bit of a sigh. He was quite a bit smaller than Zoramosa was hoping, and a quick squeeze of his shoulder showed his disappointment. "Well you're not the smallest recruit I've ever seen. Now stop being so formal, we're at a resort island. A resort, that means relax. Well it does for me, but you have a couple errands to run for me before I welcome you to the fleet." This was going to be fun.
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