FALEECE KRINGLE A woman within the confines of her assigned room within Marineford would hum along to a classical record's playings as water kissed her well-maintained, and seemingly flawless pale skin. "Ahh~ What would a woman do without the delicacies of hot wate-" *KNOCK* -- *KNOCK* ". . .I remember," she'd say to herself, stepping out of the shower before folding a towel about her essentials. As the knocks continued, she'd frown with each step before opening the door. "She'd blow a hole into every little dog with the nerve to interrupt a woman's bathing." Met with a puzzled glance, the lower ranked marine would salute before speaking. "Rear Admiral Kringle!" -- "Good morn-" -- "PLEASE! Ditch the pleasantries and spit out the message already, darling. Save us both the time." After a nod, the marine would continue. "The marine you ordered to arrive is minutes away from reaching marine ford! It is advised you mee-" Door close. The woman would merely turn around before making her physical preparations. With her blouse tucked into a pair of expensive and form-fitting darkish gray business pants, she'd open the file and read the words "Johnathan Keyes." Needless to say, after a prior reading of his portfolio the woman was eager to meet the botched cyborg. Be it for personal gain, or not. Thus, she'd in heel clicks n' all, begin her reserved strut for the docks of Marineford. "Here's to hoping this one doesn't disappoint. ." |
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