One week, they had already been there for an entire week, and Melissa had not been able to keep her head down, that fucking Toge Toge No Mi User had been here, she was worried her entire cover had been blown but as of now it was so far so good. Rumours had floated around, apparently members of the CP-9 were spotted in enies, if those rumours were true, that meant things had gotten even worse for the three pirates. "I miss the moon" Melissa would say as she joined Naga in looking up to the sky. For the enitreity of the week, night had never came, it had been a struggle trying to sleep while the sun was shining so Melissa looked a little worse for wear, thankfully she had managed to find a shop and was also in the process of adding foundation to her face. She needed to conceal those bloody bags that the nightless nights had granted her as punishment for her flirtatious ways.

Clasping the mirror in one hand, finishing the touches to her make up, including a bit of mascara, the disguised pirate would look at her small group, originally they had planned to take more than just the three of them, thankfully though they had decided against it. The small group was hard enough to keep track of in the first place. "I agree, splitting up may be the best course of action, but we can't keep getting lost, we need to arrange a meet up place, simple enough we meet up at the fishy palace, [the hotel]. That way we know were to meet, Naga, if your getting information, no torture, use your womanly body, Nicky, make those females swoon. Our goal is three vital pieces of information, so we should each take one. Naga take the train times. Nicky find out how many marines actually inhibit this island, I'll find out if theres any easier way of this island, in case the trains don't go to plan" Melissa would say, looking at her band of misfits. "Lets just hope that log pose changes soon, I wan't to get out of here, being on guard, on edge all the time, its not good for my beautiful complexion" she would say with a wink to her team mates. Granting each a quick nod, the young not a maiden would disappear, blending in to the crowd of marines that would obscure her from her friends.

WORDS: 420// TOTAL WORD COUNT: 420 || NOTES: We only have like 3 Log pose points, after this we should have eight|| POSTCOUNT: 1

Her smile would still be painted upon her face, the way that her captain had acted when prompted to use her femine wiles instead of her ability to kill and torture was certainly a sight to see. The image would most likely be painted within the mind of Melissa for a long long time. In fact it would probably never leave her. Definatly one to keep in case she needed embarrassing moments to tell tales of when Linnea became queen of the pirates. It certainly seemed she was heading that way, Melissa was glad, she felt somewhat peaceful in this crew. In her previous crew she was cold, harsher and more willing to annihilate everything in her path to please her man. Perhaps Leonidas had been right, she had changed when she became entwined with him. Melissa would dart in between marines. Every so often she would hear whispers of her deed in the tower of justice. It turned out her blue rival had died. Yet nothing had been done about it, she had recieved no repramand no warning nor no punishemnet. That did not feel right.

Shaking these thoughts, Melissa would find herself close to a single tavern, sure of course an entire island of marines had a place to go and unwind. What better, no WHO better to get information from than a bunch of drunken bastards. Surely she could use her appearance, her BODAY to get the information she wanted. Hell she was only asking if the train was the only way out of the island. That should be simple enough right.

So she entered the tavern and the stench of beer hit her like a brick wall, it wasn't even nice beer, it was like socks mixed with beer. Like someone had run the beer down their b.o stained armpits. She had to try hard not to wretch. After a few seconds she grew accustomed to the smell...slightly and turned her wretch face in to one of sexual desire. You know that look, the eyes were penetrating, the mouth quivered....okmaybe the smell was hindering her abilities slightly because she kinda might have looked constipated.

Setting her sights on an older man, like WAAAAY older, Melissa would order two foul beers and drag them over to him. "Mind if i sit down" she would say, flashing him a gentle wink. Well he sat up so fast Melissa thought he was going to break, blood almost trickled down his nose, but the disgusting old bugger sniffed it right up. "Y...yeah, yeah please" he said, drooling from the right side of his mouth. So she did, taking a seat as gently as possible. She did not realize she was being watched by a green haired man, armed with five katanads on each glove, they were to the side of him as he drank.

WORDS: 481// TOTAL WORD COUNT: 801 || NOTES: 4 log pose points|| POSTCOUNT: 2

"WOW, its a little bit stuffy in here isnt it?" Melissa would say, utilizing her most sultry of voices, she utilized her right hand to fan herself for visual effect, reaching up to the hat which contained most of her hair, pulling it from her head she pulled the bauble containing the vast amount of hair from its bun. Shaking her head it would fall gently behind her. She would give the old man that "Come hither look". Her hand then gently lifted to her top, unbuttoning the top few buttons to reveal the out line of her breasts. Well it was safe to safe the auld Geezer didn't know what hit him. He moved with speed thorugh, as if he had grown accustom to such a thing happening. What you may ask? Well a guiser of blood seemed to erupt from his nose and down the drain that was at his feet. Usual table perhaps?

He halted the flow of blood with? Tampons, pure and simple, what a lovely way of halting a perverted bloody nose. But Melissa was a pro, this was not the first old bastard whom she had tempted. She allowed her hands to rest on the table, using them to slighlty push her bossom out revealing more of her clevage. "The names Vagina Phalange who might you be?" she would ask as she pretended to swig from her beer, making sure to try not to wretch as she put it to her mouth. At the same time she handed the second one to the old man whom devoured it, as though he were parched. "Names Samual Gootsburg" she said with a drunken slur. "YOu look like you've been here...uhmm shall we say...a while. would you answer a novices question about this place" "Promise me a Blowjob sweety and the answers are yooours".

Ugh, how crude right, you'd think this would have put her off, "Answer my question and I'll give you more than that", as if to show her truth, her leg moved upslowly rubbing the old mans, she could feel the wrinkles....EW yet she continued, feeling across his thigh until she got to the crotch, she wouldn't touch it, she would simply let the old man have this moment of bliss. "I notice the islands all well circular and theres a void down below us, is the train the only way in and out of Enies?" she asked, a harmless question. "Pretty much, apart from the Gates o" Justice, but they hardly ever open unless we gots a prisoner" the man said, his tampons almost blowing out of his nose from the touch of Melissas foot amongst his inner thy. "And whats passed the gates then?" she asked curiously.

"Why Impel Down of course"

WORDS: 470// TOTAL WORD COUNT: 1271 || NOTES: 5 log pose points|| POSTCOUNT: 3

"Didn't expect that now did ya" the old man said. Melissa had gotten what she wanted, her foot move and the tip of her shoe cradled the crotch of the mans trousers. The blood stained tampons erupted and the old man collapsed on the table. Funny enough no one really paid attention, apparently this happened a lot. Enough they had a personal seat over the vent just for him. A sigh would escape her lips, so it seemed the train was the only way out alive, it did mean that they only had one way out. A sigh would escape her mouth. "Not the news you were hoping for, Right Melissa Devaroux" Upon her real name being called out [people be trying so hard to know her]. The yuki yuki woman activated her haki for the first time since actually bring on the island minus the power battle to keep on her feet at the "welcoming ceremony" Thankfully this gave her enough time to roll over on her seat as the katanas passed over her.

"WHY DOES EVERY..." "Enough, when Melisandre was killed we had our contacts in the blue explain about you, we know your no longer travelling with Leparo, but are accompanying Miss Linnea. We checked the databases and we recognised you both after our artists drew this" the man said throwing the posters on the floor. There were two side by side images, a picture of Melissa normally and her in the marine outfit, the same with Naga...it would seem Nicky had not been noted, this was good news to Melissa.

"You must have been an idiot, or the log pose simply did not go in your favour, but whatever, now i have the honour of catching the Elegant Fist of the Blue Seas." The man said as he clenched his fingers, thus making all ten Katana's move. "Looks like you got us, Your right I am a PIRATE" Melissa would shout in the busy pub. The marines would stand to attention...some swayed to attention and a couple actually passed out so they werent paying attention at all. "Me and Naga, we been living here a week now, thanks for all the information and the layout though, but i think i'll be going now" "Good luck witch, we know your have the Yuki Yuki, we know you have ungodly strength, and your intuition seems good, but with Haki i can kill you, if you manage to flee these posters will be scattered across Enies lobby in a matter of hours" the green haired man would say.

"Oh, I'm so scared" Melissa would say, As if that set them of, ofcourse it did. Trip began to sway from side to side and soon he vanished from her vision, yet not her haki, At the same times the marines charged.

WORDS: 495// TOTAL WORD COUNT: 1766 || NOTES: 6 log pose points|| POSTCOUNT: 5