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| Beaches of Brazil | |
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| Date of Scene: | 15 June 2017 |
| Location: | Unknown |
| Synopsis: | Summary needed |
| Cast of Characters: | Lady Blackhawk, Little Blackhawk
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- Lady Blackhawk has posed:
Last time Zinda Blake was on a beach anywhere, it was July 22nd of 1944 on Saipan. She hadn't worn a swimsuit that day, as there was too many lead mosquitos in the air. Not that it's put her off the enterprise, clearly. Blackhawk island's lone beach is a narrow strip of sand extending near the small harbor where they had once upon a time kept the squadron's submarine, heck last time she was down here she was in a different costume entirely and decidedly not acting in the team's best interests. Thats a story for another day however, right?
She leads down with a beach bag slung over one shoulder and an umbrella in tow. Flip flops and a decidedly conservative white and blue striped swimsuit which does her figure more than a few favors, and hints at the ink between her shoulder blades. "Here it's just, over here."Pausing as she makes the leap from wild unkept grass to black rock and finally down to the peerless black sand volcanic beach. Nevermind the landing gear strut protruding from the sand off to the right, or the rusted remains of what looks like a mechanical lobster just off the shore.
"Here we go, man. Hans showed me this place, used to spend a lot of time here back then."And down goes the umbrella, out goes the blankets and that beachy bag. "I should have brought a fishing pole, but I think Hans cleaned us out when he retired."
- Little Blackhawk has posed:
Elliot, as Zinda is aware, has no tattoos but she does have a fair amount of freckles. The girl follows after the ace pilot, picking her way carefully along the grass and through the rocks. She is also wearing a rather conservative one piece suit, though hers is actually blue with black paneling. It also does Elliot's figure no small number of favours, really. Not that she needed them.
"I didn't see any in storage," Elliot agrees quietly, nodding as she pokes her way through the black sand. The mechancial lobster is worth a few moments of staring but then young Ellie is quick to returnher attention to Zinda. She watches quietly as Lady Blackhawk makes her way down the beach and begins setting out the umbrella and blankets. Then Elliot is crouched down, helping to adjust the layout.
"Tans?" Elliot asks Zinda, glancing over at the other woman. "Because, if you like freckles cool. Otherwise, just to warn you, I- u. Don't tan." She offers a lopsided smile at that.
- Lady Blackhawk has posed:
"Hm, oh no Hans and I had a closet where we kept the beachy stuff. We were always alone out here anyway, but no fishing poles. I think he just took them with'em when he finally retired, but who knows."Zinda all but flops out, before casually snagging a pair of shades. "Oh well tanning and swimming, sometimes just reading or whatnot. I mean everyone kind of found their own places to spend down time during the war, I mean those guys were my brothers but sometimes I needed to get them out of my hair. So you find your downtime when you can, until I get the solar thing working here? Well Beach don't use no electricity."
She grants Elliot the shade of that beach umbrella if she fancies it, because well Zinda is apparently a creature of the sun. "Oh the mechanical menace over there, thats from Killer Shark. Dude was also behind those robo-fish back inside, and even had planes that looked like sharks. He had a theme you might say, yaknow?"
- Little Blackhawk has posed:
"Sounds like," Elliot agrees as Zinda speaks of Killer Shark. She stays undedr the shade for the most part, reclining next to Zinda comfortably and staring upward at the inside of the umbrella. "I love the beach. I just, y'know, end up looking like a connect-a-dot puzzle if I'm not careful."After this the girl is content to relax into the blankets, breathing a quietly contented sigh.
"I wonder what my theme'll be. I mean, I like Sparrows okay." She ponders this for a moment, tilting her head slightly as she does so. "But I do't think anyone will hide form a bunch of attacking sparrow-shaped planes. Mmm."Elliot rolls her shoulders and then cocks her head slightly, scanning the beach over again.
"Okay, so. We have drinks. I made lunch. And the rest of this we just chill. We're good for the rest of the day, Zinda...?"
- Lady Blackhawk has posed:
"You're a fighter pilot Elliot, you're a terrifying force of nature. I've flown in the company of Blackhawks, Rats, Swedes, Turkeys and Hornets. Your moniker isn't about being cool, it's about being identifiable. We dont spook people, we -kill- them. Rest assured once you start filling body bags, people will be scared of "The Sparrow" all the same anyway."Which is easy to say, when you're called either -The- Lady Blackhawk or "Snake Bite". "Heck my wingman was "Turkey", Turkey and Snakebite. Oooh, so scary."
The issue of drinks, and lunch well. Zinda does reach back to snag a beer, before prodding Elliot in the side with that chilled beer bottle. "Yeah though we get all day to just chill. I got jobs I ain't heard back yet about, there's a thunderstorm over Metropolis anyway and well I like the island."And a pause as she pries that bottle cap off with her fingertips, nobody tell her it was a twistcap? "Place feels more like home, than home does. Especially now that it ain't just me and a bunch of ghosts out here."
- Little Blackhawk has posed:
"I like the island too," Elliot agrees with a nod. She takes a deep breath and then hodls it for a seocnd, sitting up and twisting so that hse can reach for tha bottle of beer of her own. here on the island, at least, their drinking isn't illegal under any local muncipality's regulations. Elliot drinks mroe carefully than she had a a couple nights before, blue eyes thoughtful as they scan the beach from end to end.
"Hmm," Elliot considers after a moment, tilting head slightly as she does. Her drink is about half empt by this point and she is shifting over on the blankets slightly to be laying closer toZidna while she consider something. "But I mean.Do you? Like freckles," Elliot asks a bit sheepishly before giving a soft laugh.
"I kind of want some sun but I dunno..." Elliot eyes the sky, an eyebrow lofted and then tolls over and out form underneath the umbrella for a moment to study the sky overhead again. "No one else comes out here at all? Like people forgot about it...?" The girl asks, perhaps abruptly.
- Lady Blackhawk has posed:
"Oh, do I like freckles huh?"Zinda offers a smirk towards Elliot at that, licking her lips in consideration of this most grave and profound of questions. "I like'em on girls plenty, if thats what you're worried about. Leaning over finally to give Elliot a smooch on the cheek, and a whisper before she's content to settle back down in the sun. Content to let Elliot stew, because well obviously Zinda is absolutely evil."Naw we're all alone out here, nobody for miles in any direction. I mean maybe a spy satelite, but well who knows as far as such things are concerned. Why you wonderin Sweet pea?"
- Little Blackhawk has posed:
Elliot tuns an extreme shade of red in an instant. The blush creeps from her cheeks down her neck and acrosss those slender shoulders, exposed as they are by her swimsuit. The girl's eyes widen slightly and she nods very slowly, pursing her lips. Then she settles down next to Zinda in the sun to fail utterly to tan. Freckles will appear almost fast enough to be watched form.
There's a nod when spy sats are brought up as if Elliot takes the idea rather seriously but then Zinda asks why she's concerned and the girl just... Shrugs. "It just seems sad," Elliot admits after a moment, scanning the sky overhead as she does. The blush has slowed down slightly but it is till burning furiously in her pale cheeks. Elliot tiists a bit and then takes a deep breath. "There's a lot of history here. I know it means a lot to you. I'm glad we're here to rebuild."
Ellie nods once and then tilts her head slightly, pursing her lips with a thoughtful frown. She's started drinking her beer a bit faster again. Nerves will do that.
- Lady Blackhawk has posed:
"Oh will you relax, we ain't datin and you ain't gotta be so worried about every little thing. Keep that up, and I'm gonna end up cuttin off ya'lls alcohol privelages."She smirks, but well is she joking? Who knows. "Eh of course it's important to me, lot of history for you but for me it ain't history. I go and see statues of me, or some museum has some silly thing I used to have or whatever? Just feels wierd, like I aint a real person. Some kind of make believe thing from long ago, I dunno. Put me in a funk for awhile."
And a slow huff, as Zinda finally grabs her smokes, and lights one up. "I doubt anyone got no spy satelite on us, not yet anyway. I doubt the widow draws much attention, and we ain't got nothin scarier than that left on base. Supposedly Blackhawk tried to get a nuke at one point, but naw that never went nowhere."
- Little Blackhawk has posed:
"I get it. And I didn't mean history of the world. I meant your history. I mean, everyone has a history and- this is your past. I don't think of it as long history either anymore. I hear, with you. It's just like learning about anyone else I know. For me this might as well have happened last year too now."
Elliot takes a deep breath and then exhales slowly, closing her eyes as she does so. "I don't think there's anyone spying," she offers, wrinkling her nose a little bit. "I kinda thought you said something else." She tilts her head slightly as she considers this, twisting a little bit on the blanket as she does.
"ANd just because we're not dating doesn't, um, mean I can't... You know. Care what you think. Who else can I ask?" Elliot asks, raising a bow. Then she shakes her head. "Anyway. Tans then swimming to cool off." She's just about done with that first beer. At least the red glow has died off somewhat.
"I'm not worrying about most stuff at least. Fuck it. If someone's watching I hope they enjoy the view." Elliot just rolls her eyes at that. "Anyway. Um. Did you mean what you just whispered? Because I didn't think..." Elliot whispers something back.
Oh, look. Ellie is bright red again.
- Lady Blackhawk has posed:
"Thanks for that Sweet pea, everyone else is just wierd. Like I'm some sort've china doll, some sort've antique yaknow? I was born forever ago but christ, I ain't young yaknow?"Zinda reaches for her own beer number two with one hand, as she casually empties the first. Then again Zinda's super power seems to be super drinking, but thats another thing entirely right? "Anyway it's your history too now, yaknow? This aint like a summer job, I mean you're a Blackhawk and pretty soon you'll get your wings. Thats as real as it gets."
As for the other thing, well Zinda winks and sticks out her tongue. "If you think I'm bluffin, why don't you call me on it. Otherwise, goodness gracious you may never know and how horrible would that be right?"
- Little Blackhawk has posed:
"I know it is. I've already dropped my classes for the quarter. I'm waiting to unenroll but that's just a formality." Elliot's response is serious but she doesn't seem to be ocncerned. Thegirl has her second beer out now and she actually untwists it before starting to take a sip from it. She watches Zinda as the larger woman drinks and then takes a deep breath, arching her badcck slightly as she does. Then she curls her toes against the blanket, forming an impression in the black sand.
"Mmm." Elliot seems to be considering a moment as Zinda sticks out her tongue and answers the girl's other question. She's flushed a brilliant cirmson now, her head itlted very slightly and breathing just a little quicker. She glances around and then turns her gaze to Zinda, tilting her head. A beat.
"Well, I mean. I need to get a few more freckles going first. Give me a few minutes," Ellie as coolly as she can manage. She swallows, hard. "And I should probably... You know."
- Lady Blackhawk has posed:
"Good, I got a guy I know. We'll iron out the paperwork, and get you your pilot's license. Get you picked up with the company, which isnt a big deal."She offers a little shrug at that, before casually rolling up to her feet to give a stretch. "Get your freckles, and then well...I'll be inside. Reckon ya'll know where to find me Sweet pea."