Not Everyone Loves The Beach [Open]

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To say that Kelly was having trouble relaxing would have been an understatement. Perched on the tallest, rocky outcrop she could find, the waves crashing against the smooth stone far below her, she was throwing stones across the water almost absently. The way her eyes refused to remain still however, attested to the fact that she was alert and wary as ever. Unlike the other members of the crew, who seemed to have taken the shore leave well enough, the Spartan had never been comfortable with inaction. Zokez II may have been a rest stop, a play-planet as it were, but to be on a strange planet, disallowed weapons and worst of all, her armor put her slightly on edge. Of course, a Spartan didn't need weapons to be deadly, but they sure as hell helped when it came down to it. In stark contrast to other members of the crew who had happily shed the majority of their clothing in favour of beachwear, Kelly's attire had hardly changed.

Dressed in cargo pants, combat boots, and a tight singlet with 'U.N.S.C.' stamped across the chest (something she had undoubtedly done herself sometime) she was the picture of discomfort. Her too-pale skin seemed to gleam in the sunlight as she sat, ignoring the gleeful cries of the people surrounding her. She kept a watchful eye on any member of Stacy's crew who was within sight, all the while lobbing rock after rock into the sea. At the rate she was going, it was surprising that she hadn't run out of them yet.

R&R simply wasn't her thing. She could appreciate rack time as much as the next person. A good soldier knew when their body needed rest. But this, relaxing, not doing anything. Unarmed and completely open to enemy attack. She didn't like it. The Ohm were out there. Who was to say they wouldn't hit this planet next? And without weapons, completely unprepared for such an attack, how would a single member survive. Her entire life had been a battlefield. Honestly, she couldn't remember a time when she hadn't been fighting, recuperating from a fight, or preparing to fight. This sort of relaxation simply wasn't for her. At the moment however, all she could do was keep a watchful eye out for anything that may have signaled trouble. Leave the others to enjoy the water and the sun. She would make sure they were safe.

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Her laughter prompted him to duck his head a little, a practiced, self-deprecating half-grin quirking up the corner of his mouth. He sobered a little at her next question, though. His answer seemed pathetic, now that he actually thought about it.

"Don't really have anyone to hang out with. I mean, there's the rest of Rogue Squadron, but I don't do much with 'em outside of training exercises." He paused, surveyed the shore below for a pensive moment and offered a careful shrug. "Just been wandering, mostly."

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She smiled easily at him. This was a boy she could like. He was a lot like her and her siblings. Not as rigid, something that they would probably have been had they not been drafted. But his heart seemed in the right place, along with his focus.

"Haven't met many people on the ship? Well, have a seat." She patted a spot of ground beside herself, offering him the space if he wanted. "Must be rough, not having anyone to talk to at your age."

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Jamie moved to perch next to her at the tip of the bluff, one leg pulled up to his chest and the other dangling over the edge. He shrugged a bit self-consciously. "'s not a big deal. I'm not much of a talker anyway." He glanced over at her. "How about you? How've you been doing?"