Marines Blues Uniform の小説・ストーリー

They have obviously done this before. The goggles light up and now I see a narrow hallway in a spaceship. I can see the others in front of me and Lazarus beside me. They are all clad in a white uniform and have a helmet that renders them faceless. Everyone has a band of different colors on their arms. I look down at me and see that I have the same outfit. Kurn is at the front and waves us forward, he has a blue band on his arm. Lazarus has a red and I have a green. Sulu is purple, Makkan yellow and Reli is pink. This really feels like a real spaceship.

Only Yssy looked #wokeuplikethis and #nofilter ready in full makeup, a knit beanie, Warby Parker heavy-frame eyeglasses and gripping a tumbler of coffee that had been brewed in her fancy coffee gear (surprisingly allowed into camp considering how addicted she was to the stuff). Today, a month later, they’re snappier and all wearing Type B Uniform: white V-neck shirt, lower fatigues, white handkerchief in the pocket, belt and buckle polished to a mirror shine, and combat boots also polished to a mirror shine. Heat-pressed down the front of their shirts are the official Camp Unplugged ROTC crest and, below it, the logo “Bearing Under Pressure”. Still, nobody looks like they took a shower, whic

I told her with a smile so she knew I wasn't upset about the conversation. I put the rest of my clothes away as we continued our chat. My Aunt Marianne had been right about my uniforms and dress shoes being here when I got here. I found grey plaid skirts in another drawer, with ties to match, along with white blouses and grey vests in another drawer. The plaid skirts and ties were made up of various different shades of grey, while the vests and socks were light grey. Katie explained that Omegas wear grey, while Alpha males wear dark blue and Alpha females wear light blue. Betas wore dark and light green, while Gammas wore light and dark red. She said warriors would be in Orange, since only m

And so, the day came that Mariana finally had the chance to wear her uniform. "At long last!" Mariana exclaimed. The ladies' uniform included a white collared shirt, light blue vest, light blue ribbon, white pleated skirt that with a light blue hem, and light blue robe. Her uniform came from a package from Arcanus, too, which was fortunate for her as she wouldn't need to buy it anymore (Mariana doubted she could buy it with her own money).

Jack raised his eyebrows with a knowing smirk. “Brown or grey?” Mira asked with a pout. “Brown for big bro and Martin, Grey for uncle.” Jack chuckled. “How did you?” Mira looked at him with a mischievous smile. “I am smart.” Jack tapped her nose. Mira took the cloth as Jack said. She took two steps forward when a smart navy-blue cloth caught her attention. “What about navy-blue?” “They can’t wear…” Jack shook his head as he whispered realizing Mira didn’t know these nuances “Servants can’t wear this color.”

Observing them one by one, I took a glimpse of their faces illuminated by the light of a single chandelier hanging from the ceiling. I also catch a sight of our uniforms — the boys wear plain, cotton trousers, all of which are colored white. A black long sleeved shirt is playfully hanging over their trousers and covered with a discrete plum vest. A long tie hangs in the middle of their often un-buttoned jacket and is oddly painted with the dark side of lavender.

his uncle continued, and Hayden rolled his eyes. "She's being dramatic," Hayden muttered, his uncle laughing at his reaction. Then, his uncle's eyes fell on me, and I felt a slight tension in the air. I noticed that the police cars here were different. Their flashing lights were only blue, and the cars themselves were white, adorned with a blue and yellow design on the doors. The officers wore a distinct uniform, with a cap bearing the word 'Police,' a dark blue shirt covered by a vest with the same inscription, black pants, and black boots.

"This… statement. We are getting rid of this. Immediately." I laugh softly to myself. In three, maybe four days, the blue will be back. It’s like a birthmark. Nothing I do can get rid of it. I sit silently through the next four hours as my head is washed, scrubbed, massaged, and then aggressively dyed a uniform, perfectly innocuous shade of light brown. The blue fights back, turning the water a pale, stubborn teal, but Marco is a professional mercenary. He wins by turning my blue highlights blonde.

ARIEL The uniform hung on the back of the door like a accusation. I'd been staring at it for an hour. It was navy blue. It looked regal. I reached out, touched the fabric. It was soft, well-made and very expensive. The kind of uniform preppy rich school kids wore to their expensive private schools. When I was Evie's age, I'd worn dresses that my mother picked out, stiff and uncomfortable clothes. I'd sat in classrooms with other children who looked at me like I was something strange.

I turned my eyes back to Marcus and the warriors, seeing the light dimming down as their forms reappeared before us again. Gasps sounded, coming from me and our friends, as we saw them dressed in silver-white clothes, covering every inch of their bodies. They were dressed similar to modern army men, white with silver imprints, covering their combat pants and their jackets. The shirt that was peeking through, underneath their jacket looked like it was white, but I couldn't see very well. I walked towards Marcus, fingers tracing the fabric that covered his chest. I saw marking, the same one he got when he defeated Azrael, covering his left shoulder.