Marines Blues Uniform Novels & Stories

I wave at him as I start walking away. "Not so fast clumsy!" I halt instantly on my steps when he grabs me by the uniform collar. "What?! Let go! My uniform will get wrinkles on it!" I yell at him as I try removing his grip. The uniform we have here is pretty much the same as other school uniforms... with a white blouse and skirt. The only difference is the school emblem, which is a lavender heather wreath. While the color theme of the uniform is a mix of pastel pink and grey.

A month later, Trinity Institute was now entertaining guests once again. The marching band once again displayed their abilities as they paraded around the city. The girls were wearing royal blue jackets with mandarin collar and four golden buttons on both sides lined up at her chest area downwards. They paired it with the royal blue pleated skirt that reached above their knees and white boots with tassels at the top. They have white cotton gloves on, and a royal blue hat with white plume. The same was for the boys except they wore pants. However the leads wore the colors in reverse.

I walked over to the bed and sat beside Bjorn and just gathered him in my arms, drawing him close and burying my face in his hair to inhale the sweet scent of his shampoo. “Mom?” Bjorn wriggled in my arms. “Can you…” “Sorry.” I released him, leaning back, and wiped at my eyes. “You look great, kiddo. Do you like the clothes?” Bjorn nodded and looked down at the uniform. It was a dark blue tunic with silver embroidery along the edges, paired with black pants. “I do like it,” he said. “Gideon—I mean… Dad said it’s traditional. It’s a little hot, but not too uncomfortable.”

Sam passes me on the lawn at a jog after locking the front door, and I can’t help the curl of my lips watching him. When it comes to men in uniforms of any type, it’s generally understood that they all share a few common threads. All of which immediately attract attention, particularly that of women. The township’s game uniforms definitely fit the bill. First, they’re streamlined and timeless, white with navy blue pinstripes and an on-point logo placement that emphasizes Sam’s broad well-made shoulders. Then the top’s smart piping and striped structured sleeves always catch my eye with the sartorial flair and show off his brawny arms in the absolute best way. But the coup de grace is the ple

Even knowing sharks lurk in the blue water below, the image is preferable to the ruin left behind by the catastrophic war. I pull my gaze from the ocean, unbuckle my seatbelt, and head to the lavatory to check my appearance. I've grown accustomed to military fatigues provided to government workers. The dark blue suit jacket, skirt, and clunky heels I'm wearing are incredibly uncomfortable. I tug on the short skirt as I walk and almost trip. They put me in this getup to garner male attention. I'm not happy about it. I'm nothing but a piece of meat to the U.S. Federation. Believe me, meeting a group of monsters who grow six-inch fangs is not a time to feel like food.

Sometimes on the same day! ‘It’s all right for you, Bea,’ Thomas whined from several yards behind. ‘You don’t have to enrol at this thing.’ ‘I’ve heard they’ve got smart uniforms,’ Patience cajoled. ‘A little too blue for my taste, but I’m sure you’ll look great.’ ‘Uniforms?’ Thomas said speeding up a little. ‘Blue ones? Like in Thunderbirds?’ ‘If it makes you move any faster they’re exactly like Thunderbirds,’ Beatrice said .

He exclaimed to the others. "Great show you got there." Said Agent Ariel standing beside him. Ariel has her hair braided, her arms have a wing tattoo as she popped a gum in her mouth. "Damn woman, that's why I like you." Amusement was on Agent Blue's face as he casually walked towards me and slung his hand on my shoulder. I glared and forcefully removed it, he grimaced in pain. "Easy woman, I'll die because of you before I get another mission." He has dyed blue hair, blue clothes, even he mentioned one time that his underwear is also blue! I always cringe at his style but he says that he wanted to stand out from everyone. Pretty dangerous for a spy where we have to blend in the crowd right?

This way would be easier. I approached the platform discreetly but not enough to catch suspicion, though they are rather occupied with their businesses. Guards seldom patrol the area, considering how far it is from the capital that their lazy legs would wobble, or might be that their legs have other worldly matters to attend to. Gratia's whorehouse would be the perfect spot to patrol, I reckon. The Blues is not difficult to spot among the big ships even at night. The name itself suggests it. The wooden planks were painted in hues of blue. The only color that was not white, was the color of the signage. The structures were built with hardwood and detailed carvings. It looked new, as though pi

Zoe immediately deviated from the tailor. I rolled my eyes as she walked into the room to inspect Ilario. He still had his arms stretched out and legs slightly apart with pins in his burgundy and black jacquard blazer and black pants. It was a vague tradition that the ranked members had to follow. Alpha and Luna rank the ceremonial clothes must include gold. Betas wear blue, Gammas green, and Deltas red.

It was a flexible, dark blue, skintight suit made of plain clothing materials, mostly because the rules prohibited cloth armor. All the uniforms had mostly the same things. Their names were written on the upper back. A small 'HH' emblem was printed on the left arm and on the right was a 'BB' emblem of the same size and on the chest, where a chest pocket ought to be, an emblem of a broken train was affixed. Wilson liked it. The others, not so much.