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The boat bounced up and down, sea stone kept the seakings at bay, yet every so often Clarissa would see the flick of a tail, her heart was in her throat, as a fishwoman she had seen many a seaking, many a violent battle between sea kings, many of those battles ended in victory...but not for the fishman, the seakings were violent creatures and not to be trifled with. Yet what was to come, what she was going to be doing, that uncertainty, you see along with the other ensigns upon the boat, she and them were being sent to the place known as Impel Down, it was to be a fortress, a place were the worst criminals were to be kept. The location was in the middle of no were, a tower that was underwater with only the head sticking out. Seakings guarded it, right now it was much like a prison. Ordinary, with nothing else to be said for it. Plans were under way for that to be changed for it to become a place so feared, that no one would want to go.

As they docked, the young female would bite her lip, she was the only one here that was "different" out of every single ensign, out of every single person here, she was the only fishman. At sixteen years old, she was also the youngest, the purple skin, thin slender fram, her medium length hair, white in colour, the tentacles, black and purple. The young fishwoman was beautiful, she was stunning in appearance, but she hated her appearance, he didn't like the slender frames, she didn't like the way she was. But she was changing...she wanted to be completely different, someone whom looked nothing like her sister.

As the ensigns loaded, out, Clarissa whom held a white coat would put it on over her shoulders, yet wouldn't put her arms within it, having it balance upon her effortlessly. falling in to line they would soon be ushered of the boat. "I hate this, i want to be out properly" a woman would say, voices echoed this complaint, yet Clarissa would remain silent. Walking following orders, not doing anything. Clarissa didn't care where she was assigned, she was going to prove herself regardless of location. "Perhaps instead of complaining, prove yourself and ask for transfers" the fishwoman would utter as she slithered forward.

Well, one statement drew the attention to the unknown woman, the fishwoman and of course the echoing of whispers erupted, whispering, racist remarks, things that when in the human world she was used to. She honestly cared very little about what these people believed, she would show them all, shutting them all down. Clouds danced within the sky as she looked up, people caught her eye, then they would look away and whisper. The only odd colour in a sea of white and browns. The purple skin definatly had her stick out in the crowd combined with the white hair. She would rub her hands together, biting her lip as she waited. Then the doors opened and out came something some round man, a smile bigger than any she had ever seen. Yet he gave her chills. But she could not look away.'

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Clarissa would watch with baited breath, obviously when one thinks about someone being in charge, someone in charge of a jail such as this, you would automatically think of a strong, handsome maybe even ruggid warrior, someone who didn't take shit. Yet as the doors opened, many of the officers would have thier mouths hang from their faces. The opened maw disease that flew through the marines infected Clarissa also. There she stood, shocked that what she was seeing was some incredibly round guy, with a massive smile, noises as if a mouse were in pain could be heared even over the rushing waves, and it was evident that it was coming from the man himself. Of course the fact that he then honed up to this little mishap made it clear.

The noise and the way the man spoke caused a flutter of hushed giggles to flow over the officers, yet Clarissa did not laugh, she was unsure, uncertain yet oddly drawn to the strange lookin man, perhaps it was because of how strange he looked. Perhaps because he was so strange in appearance much like herself in a world of humans well she knew how mean and cruel people could be, thus her mouth returned to its normal state, and she looked around for a few moments. The farting joke would cause her to giggle, yet she did her best to supress it.

Taking in details, the robotic nature from the noises created by the mans movements were evident, he was not fully human. Coupled by how red his face became with heat sizzling from him confirmed this. What an odd man thought Clarissa, yet again she felt drawn to him, such a strange man to be in charge of a prison like this, a prison that was supposed to be feared having such a man in charge. She had heard rumours of couse of the warden, his power...it was vast. But looking at him, the way he acted, his movements. Her hair would fall slightly over her face, when she moved it to the side the young fishwoman would catch the eyes of the strange man.

Was this a challenge? she wondered, she was not one to shy away, nor look away thus upon catching his eyes she would stare back, her body stiffening, she wanted to show her professionalism, and upon him asking for a straight line, Clarissa would move, pushing herself through the crowds until she stood somewere near the front, this was where she was going to make her name, people would talk about her. She would become well known not just within the prison, but within the entirety of the grandline. She wanted people to fear coming here because she was there. She wanted pirates to know that this fishman would not take any prisoners.

Eerily enough even when moving the cyborgs eyes seemed to never leave her, Yet Clarissa would stand, hands behind her back as the line began to form fully, though Clarissa knew one thing, this guy, he needed a tune up. Squeking and leaking, not a good combination she thought to herself.'

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Still staring, the mans movement, it was irratic, somewhat strange, but Clarissa would continue to look at the strange man as he moved backwards. Then her eyes burned, oh god the burst of light that shot from the man seemed to completely cut off her vision. Her hands shot to her face, rubbing her eyes as she did. Blinking in and out over and over. Her vision returned but the strange man was no where to be seen. His voice still rang in her ears. Hide and seek, a childs game. Yet oddly Clarissa was looking forward to it, a gentle smile formed upon her face, as the other officers began to run forth, charging in blindly, yet Clarissa had something on her side that the others may not have had. Being from her family, Haki was something you learned and wielded from a very young age and she was no exception. It all exploded in to her mind, the auras of everyone, all the officers charging, but something was further a head, rounder and moving faster. The gentle smile formed in to something more wicked, "I believe this means check mate" The fishwoman would say ever so gently.

Then she followed the crowd, unlike the others she did not make "footsteps" yet she was not hindered in movement even though she slithered, she continued to slither so effortlessly moving, over taking some of the charging horde whom turned off the wrong way. Clarissa on the other hand would follow the aura that had now halted its movement. Clarissa would continue to move, running forward as she did so, turning down until she was directly below the aura. She looked bothways, Trying to make it not obvious that she knew were he was. The other Ensigns continued to charge forth, until she was the only one left. That wicked smile was upon her face.

Her tentacles moved quickly, within the blink of an eye she had disappered from her spot, only to re-appear upon the ceiling, her hair dangling as she did so. That wicked smile upon her face as she looked to the cyborg. "Does this mean i win" she would say with that smile, her slender hands crossed her slender form, her tentacles allowing her to stick to the ceiling, she would wink to the cyborg like man. "So your the warden, I'm Clarissa Syfer, I look forward to working alongside you" Clarissa would utter, holding out one of her hands as a sign of good faith. .

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Sooo, this crazy person, this thing, this cyborg. He was so crazy, he was actually mental. Clarissa simply looked at him as he spoke, so it was official the warden was him, yet Clarissa would drop from the ceiling as he spoke, the suckers gently released, with a flip she gently landed with bent tentaces to absorb the shockwave. Clarissa would stand tall as she spoke. "My name is Clarissa Syfer, i am no fishman, i am a fishwoman. I am from the Syfer clan, of fishman island." She would say with a gentle bow. She wasn't fond of being told she was going to be an actual clown. Not really wanting to make herself look stupid. She was here to prove herself. "If its ok with you MR warden, I would like to scout the rest of the prison, get my bearings, I intend to work my way up to the highest of ranks here, and to do that, I need to know every inch of this prison Sir. If you have any advice, anything at all i would love to hear it" She would say bowing again. She was so formal right now. So just.....not her.

She had to make a great impression, she had to. HEr sister, her brother always showed her up and she woudl not allow them to over shadow her anymore. Clarissa if she was allowed would slither forth through the halls, her haki remaining active constantly to allow her to see the auras of the other officers, of the warden and off the few prisoners who were currently in her range of vision. The auras all different colours all different feels. The octopus woman would move through the floors, cell by cell, whistles would occur, some people shouted racist remarks, some people wolf whistled or shouted sexually abusive slurs, yet she ignored them. Soon enough they would know her, soon enough they would know full well that Clarissa Syfer was going to strike fear in to them. So thats why she had a smile upon her face, her hands behind her back, the marine jacket slowly flowed behind her as she moved. This was who she would be. The Octopus of Impel Down, the torturess, the creature whom made those big tough pirates cry in fear as she walked around. Perhaps even the warden and her would be friends, perhaps his humour would rub off on her. Perhaps they would rule this place one day.

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