A door swung open ever so gently, looking for an ode of familiarity, this prison was nothing, its walls crumbling, the scent of mold riddled the place. It had nothing in comparrisson to the grand prison known as Impel Down. No. Nothing of this place was familiar. Yet her tentacles moved her forth, her large fram wiggling as she did. The rather large fishwoman was hard to miss. Not only tall, but her flabby body was a deep purple, her hair pure white. Deep red lips, large white eyes with black pupils. Tentacles of black moved her, with purple suckers, the black colour fowing upwards to hide her massive breasts. Curving around as a dress, low cut in the back to show of her fat rolls.

Yet the way she moved, the regalness, the air of importance perhaps? No, no not importance but confidance. That was it. Through one door, and then the next. Her marine coat was folded in her arm, wet and unwanted for now. She could not see anyone, yet her ability to detect aura gave her indiciation of the nine auras further down the Jail. Thus she slithered on, humming to herself as she moved, her hips shaking as she did so. Honestly she had no idea how she had got here, she had fallen asleep in the ocean and the boat she was supposed to be following had left her behind. Her bad really, she knew of its destination but alas she had ended up in the wrong blue. Hoping that the Jail was run by the marine faction she had come here to utilize their den den mushi. Not having brought one of her own. Through the door and down the hall she moved. More auras joined them, another of the aura moved, one flickered though did not vanish. "Unconcious" she would think to herself.

Moving quicker, no longer taking in the jail she too flung open the final door in her way. In time to here the Zahir speak. "Now Now, is that any way to speak when their is a lady present" The fishwoman would ask, obviously her presence was somewhat unknown. Yet she could easily deduce the actions. The slumped body of the wardemn, present by the keys located upon his person. The three whom stood closest were dressed similiar, much like the seven located in the Jail cell. Another male, marine attire, thus an ally. As if to prove this Clarissa lifted her soaked marine jacket upwards. A greeting in someways. "Now then, I wouldnt suppose you poopsies would be up to making a deal. It's very simple, I'll even have a contract drafted up. Here's the deal. You cutie pies just pop in to the cell with your buddies, and in return. You shall not face the Torturess. You shall be allowed to remain in tact, no little bits chopped off, nothing boiled. No orifice wider than it already is, a fair deal if i do say so myself darling" The sassy voice of Clarissa, raspy in tone pipped up. She completed her sentence with a snap of her finger, a smile of her red lips revealing her pearly white teeth. .'

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A rather strange creature this human was. He completely took his attention from the pirates, as to address Clarissa. Was he that proficent, that he could wait, that he could completely be on guard while being off guard. Clarissa frowned, her large arms crossing over, her big eyes scanning the man, drinking him in. Then one of the pirates charged, of course unlike the other marine, Clarissa was very rarely caught of guard thanks to her usage of Haki. The thirty year old fishwoman would rest against the door way, her hips protruding outwards slightly, her hands unfolded, so that she could hold the door way seductively while her other hand was upon her hips. It would seem that instead of taking her proposed deal, the pirates had decided to just throw their hopes and dreams away.

You would think her reputaton would be well known even by scum of the blue, Clarissa Syfer wasone of the most well known marines of the current generation whom did not hold one of the more exhaulted titles, No rear admiral, no Vice admiral. Not even a commodore or captain. Instead she had been granted with a title akin to the Head Jailor of Impel Down. A secondar head jailor due to her fame and reputation within the marines. Her eyes flutted, watching the movement of the marine. Deducing him to be a novice. The movement, flawed and wasted. There where steps that were just un-needed and it took up time. Thankfully it seems the pirate was the dumber, weaker and less talented of the duo. Why scream?.

Shaking her head, Clarissa would clear her throat. As the leaders hands came upwards to grasp the flying member of the group, Clarissa would glide forth, "Scuse me darling, don't wanna have to fill in un-needed paperwork about squishing a fellow marine" she would say as she gently pushed Zahir to the side, her gaze not leaving the pirates. "Shoulda took the deal poopsies, now ya gotta hurt". With words spoken, her hand flew forth, punching the air in front of her. For a mere second a gust of wind erupted and then settled. Nothing seemed to happen, yet the pirates had a look of confusion upon their faces. Then their bodies seemed to experience damage, the shockwaves from the attack slamming in to them, bodies bent akwardly as the water within them moved rapidly, pushing and pulling from the waves of the afore mentioned assault. Easily enveloping the trio. Bodies were pushed from the floor and slammed against iron bars. Aura's flickered, fading but not completely drifting from existance. A look of confusion, sat upon Clarissa's face. Turning to the marine.

"Is that it?, The prisoners at Impel are much sturdier," she would say, her smile evident, her voice full of glee. "Whats your name kidsie widsie?" .'

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The fishwoman, the native to fishman island would sigh gently as she moved, her very walk showing her confidence. She was not one to huddle, not one to be shy in the face of strangers. Her bottom touched upon the wooden desk, two tentacles crossed over each other, as if she were crossing her legs. She gave the three pirates an eye, passed out, taken out and unmoving. A gentle sigh escaped her lips as she looked around before shaking her head. "Clarissa Syfer, First time in this place, am I near Las Camp? Apparently thats where the marines are supposed to be heading." She would ask as she brought her hand upwards, checking out her nails she frowned. "No one makes a good salt sea resistant nail varnish" she said so non-chalant.

"Anyway, I fell asleep on the way here and missed the boat, you know I may get in trouble but a girl like me, we like and need our beauty sleep. Gotta keep all this looking F.A.B - Fabulous darrrling" the fishwoman said with a snap of her fingers before standing up. She looked around the area and smiled "AH PERFECT" and then she moved. Her hand grasped the large den den mushi and with a few movements she was gabbing to someone on the phone. "gotcha, gotcha,gotcha I'm on my way, yeah, i'll get their fast. OK OK GIRL, DON'T SHOUT, I'm FUCKING NEW TO THIS PLACE YOU WANKER"  and then she slammed the Den Den down. "Ok, soo this is not where i need to be. Ok, right, sooo marines are supposed to be heading to some blockade, if your coming with me, I'l take ya," Clarissa said with a nod. Opening a cell she threw the pirates in and headed out. If the man followed she would take him with her. If not, she would set out on her own. '

WORDS: 330// TOTAL WORD COUNT: 1,348 || NOTES: EXIT || POSTCOUNT: 3