Quite a ways away from the navy ship that was docked, the outpost stood calm and just with its blinding white paint encrusted onto the gargantuan brick-build walls that masked the more chaotic atmosphere that hung on the inner side. Marines from every sensible rank to be stationed in such outposts were frantically running about, brandishing rations and tools that were piled up beside the entrance in preparation for the coming transfer of their prisoners- Or perhaps the proper term would be sole captive, that would, as was common practise, take place on a pre-determined area in the ocean.
However, for the time being, said prisoner was safely kept in the holding cells just below the main floor. The only company being an unlucky marine recruit that was stationed there.
“And as the grouchy marine circled the hall with a blackened scowl, he wondered why he kept his petty job as an officer of the law. A riveting question, no doubt. One that, naturally, needed to be answered. Perhaps today he wou-”
“Oh shut your trap for Pete's sake! You're giving me a headache.” Again. The middle-aged marine standing stationary in front of the only occupied cell massaged his temples with two of his fingers, presumably feeling a literal headache as opposed to a metaphorical one from the chatty prisoner he was keeping an eye on.
The marine seemed to have gotten his wish granted, however, as a long breathe of silence finally put a stop to the endless, and safe to say, boring narration of his incredibly mediocre life at the marines. Although he was aware that the apparent smirk on the young woman's face told of an entirely different reason the room had fallen deaf – She was scheming on what to press his buttons with next...
However the moment of silence was shortly interrupted by a fellow marine approaching the cell, whispering something and receiving a simple nod in response before taking his leave.
“So.”
“So, what?” The marine instantaneously retorted with a grump, giving the woman a pathetic excuse for an evil eye.
“Problems?” The woman asked with a knowing smile.
“And what makes you say that?”
“Well I haven't been let out of my dog-cage, so we're not ready to leave yet.” The smirk on her face briefly dissipated to make way for a forced pout. “Is this gonna take much longer? I'd like to get my walk on y'know, catch a glimpse of the sun... My face is starting to sprout wrinkles everywhere from this musty old cell...” Her extravagant sigh accentuated the faked worry in her voice. Regardless, she was very eager to move out. If only those pesky marines weren't so gosh darn sluggish with their jobs.
The marine heaved a sigh. “Call it added karma for the crimes you've committed, murderer.”
The woman simply retorted with a grin; “Hey, hey now. I told you I never kill willy-nilly, I've got standards you know.” But of course a marine wouldn't differentiate between what was honest work and what was brutish impulse.
“Tell that to the flock of civilians you've buried under whatever remains of that government building you so callously destroyed.”
“Ouch, you hurt my feelings.” She didn't seem too fazed that the marine knew of the incident that resulted in her capture.
It was fair to say that was a strange day. Kill target, destroy building, drool at handsome hunk that just so happened to pass by, aaaand get bonked on the head by a mosh pit of marines all eager to get a piece of you.
“Anyway, tell your superiors to hurry it up already. I can't wait to meet my new boy toy.” Her wide grin managed to send an uncomfortable shiver of fear through the marine's spine. He couldn't wait for his superior to give the word and be rid of this woman...
However, for the time being, said prisoner was safely kept in the holding cells just below the main floor. The only company being an unlucky marine recruit that was stationed there.
“And as the grouchy marine circled the hall with a blackened scowl, he wondered why he kept his petty job as an officer of the law. A riveting question, no doubt. One that, naturally, needed to be answered. Perhaps today he wou-”
“Oh shut your trap for Pete's sake! You're giving me a headache.” Again. The middle-aged marine standing stationary in front of the only occupied cell massaged his temples with two of his fingers, presumably feeling a literal headache as opposed to a metaphorical one from the chatty prisoner he was keeping an eye on.
The marine seemed to have gotten his wish granted, however, as a long breathe of silence finally put a stop to the endless, and safe to say, boring narration of his incredibly mediocre life at the marines. Although he was aware that the apparent smirk on the young woman's face told of an entirely different reason the room had fallen deaf – She was scheming on what to press his buttons with next...
However the moment of silence was shortly interrupted by a fellow marine approaching the cell, whispering something and receiving a simple nod in response before taking his leave.
“So.”
“So, what?” The marine instantaneously retorted with a grump, giving the woman a pathetic excuse for an evil eye.
“Problems?” The woman asked with a knowing smile.
“And what makes you say that?”
“Well I haven't been let out of my dog-cage, so we're not ready to leave yet.” The smirk on her face briefly dissipated to make way for a forced pout. “Is this gonna take much longer? I'd like to get my walk on y'know, catch a glimpse of the sun... My face is starting to sprout wrinkles everywhere from this musty old cell...” Her extravagant sigh accentuated the faked worry in her voice. Regardless, she was very eager to move out. If only those pesky marines weren't so gosh darn sluggish with their jobs.
The marine heaved a sigh. “Call it added karma for the crimes you've committed, murderer.”
The woman simply retorted with a grin; “Hey, hey now. I told you I never kill willy-nilly, I've got standards you know.” But of course a marine wouldn't differentiate between what was honest work and what was brutish impulse.
“Tell that to the flock of civilians you've buried under whatever remains of that government building you so callously destroyed.”
“Ouch, you hurt my feelings.” She didn't seem too fazed that the marine knew of the incident that resulted in her capture.
It was fair to say that was a strange day. Kill target, destroy building, drool at handsome hunk that just so happened to pass by, aaaand get bonked on the head by a mosh pit of marines all eager to get a piece of you.
“Anyway, tell your superiors to hurry it up already. I can't wait to meet my new boy toy.” Her wide grin managed to send an uncomfortable shiver of fear through the marine's spine. He couldn't wait for his superior to give the word and be rid of this woman...