@be-yoursel-fufufu - Marine HQ is an escort service
Hina had been ushered through the vast network of halls that was Mariejois. She hadn't been given a moment's respite or even an explanation. As soon as she had stepped foot off her ship, she had been dragged and prodded, tugged and harassed. There were hands everywhere, people everywhere, voices everywhere - yet no one bothered to explain. They were all touching her though, which irritated her to no end.
It had been a good hour since her arrival at the Holiest of Cities, or whatever trash they called it, when Hina was finally left alone.
She still didn't have an explanation.
She was also missing her shades and her Marine cloak. One busybody had offered her a dress but a set of heavy black chains expressed her refusal well enough. They had managed to confiscate her cigarettes though, which didn't fail to put her further into a snit.
The doors behind her were firmly shut and Hina didn't doubt that there were people posted there to prevent her from leaving. Tch. She should have known something was going to happen when she first received those papers. She had received orders to head to Mariejois earlier that week and while she had found it suspicious (for she had no reason to go there) she had relented. She was beginning to regret her decision. "Tch. Hina annoyed."
Her shoes clicked loudly against the marble floors of the luxurious room she was currently in. Now that she knew the more traditional route of escape was beyond her, she was intent on finding another or make another, if that was necessary. However, before she could actually decide on which window to break, something else caught her attention. "Shichibukai, just what are you doing here?"
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Yes? No? Tell meeee~