hiding

Stupid choices, bad results

The room was thankfully unoccupied, which inevitably would change. It was definitely a bedroom, although the bed appeared as though it hadn't been slept on in a very long time. She never was one to care about the size of living space, but concluded that this was very decent. Not too much space, but just enough to not feel cramped. Definitely roomier than her 8x8 hole. The desk against the far wall was cluttered with paperwork. Actually, some of the floor, including a small corner of the bed was as well.

Alexia smiled, finding her bag sitting next to the desk. It may have had blood on it, but damn it, it still existed. She dug thru the slim belongings, finding to her disappointment, that the clothes she was used to wearing, had blood on them as well, that had seeped thru the bag. Grudgingly she put on the black tank top and shorts, desperately wanting to get out of the hospital gown. She had discovered first hand, that they were very very hard to sneak around a ship with.

Footsteps came closer and closer to the door, cutting Alexia's time short. She attempting to make the bag look as though it had been undisturbed. Not having many options for hiding, Alexia slid herself underneath the bed, grateful for a split second it was big enough for her to lay out instead of bunching up. She repositioned a box under the bed to shield any part of her body that might be seen if one felt curious enough to check. The door came open, and then clicked shut, sandaled feet came into Alexia's limited view from under the bed. Her chest pounded lightly, as she silently cursed her body for choosing the exact moment to remind her how much she actually hurt.

Marco could tell the room felt off. It was almost like a familiar presence. The girl wouldn't possibly be that poor of a decision maker could she? Marco groaned, making his way to the chair, sitting down and propping his feet up on his desk, the piles of paperwork be damned.

Marco really despised the paper. He felt a very strong desire to burn every last page and dreamed often of what it would feel like for his body to relax as the small remaining ashes floated away in the ocean breeze. This paperwork vowed to be the vein of his existence and was definitely the reason for his lack of sleep. He often wondered how the marines might feel. Would they feel foolish, thinking they were taking down hardened criminals, only to discover they were taking down people obsessed with spread sheets and documentation? It made it look as if they were not fighting for freedom on the sea and freedom from the World Government, but for freedom to do math on a boat. It was rather foolish, and above all else, painstaking, no matter how necessary.

"Was this really the best place you could find to hide yoi?" He laughed, knowing he wouldn't receive a response, "You know it has been quite an exercise you've put the lot of us through today. Maybe we needed it as we had such trouble finding you. If we can't find one girl on our ship, we must really be slacking." He took a side glance at her bag, as if it now being half opened confirmed her presence.

Alexia really hated herself at the moment. Of everyone's rooms that could possibly exist on bored, why in all the levels of Impel Down, did she have to end up in his. She never stood a chance of remaining hidden. She kept quiet for a long time, knowing she would have to come out eventually. She was highly curious as if it would be of her own accord, or if he would force her out, and if so, just how long would he wait before he did?

"I won't force you yoi." As if he had read her mind, "We aren't upset with you. You'll find most of my brothers are as clumsy and careless as Thatch is. He's been warned to keep his distance."

No response.

"I'll be here all night. So, it's up to you if you would like to spend the whole night uncomfortable or not."

Marco turned around in his chair, placing his feet on the ground, as he watched with slight amusement as a small box pushed out from under his bed. Alexia slowly emerged from the bed, having to take her time due to her injuries. Alexia was quite displeased with herself, wondering why she even went through all the trouble to hide under the bed with her body aching, if she wasn't even hidden for more than five minutes. She definitely had some skills to work on.

She chose to remain sitting on the ground, her legs pulled up to her chest again, looking at Marco who had an eyebrow quirked in amusement. She blew a random strand of hair out of her face in irritation, looking as if she was pouting at his amusement.

"Now that you've decided to join the adults, would you like some actual food to eat?" Marco reached back to the desk and presented Alexia with a plate containing a simple sandwich.

Alexia stuck her tongue out playfully at Marco, accepting the plate from his hands before stopping. What in the hell had she done? Had she really stuck her tongue out at him? An assumed marine prisoner, sticking her tongue out at the first division commander of the Whitebeard Pirates? She assumed this confirmed her death wish.

She starred at the sandwich, before looking up at Marco, refusing to touch it. Rolling his eyes, Marco picked up the sandwich, ripping off a small corner and consuming it. He placed the remaining sandwich back on her plate, with a look on his face that all but told her he thought she was being ridiculous. He took a glass of water from his desk, making sure her eyes were on him, before taking a sip and placing it next to her. Satisfied, Alexia decided to dare fate and give a childish grin up at him. Alexia had decided, if she was going to die, and had no way to hide her emotions while doing it, she may as well have fun with it. Taking a bite of the sandwich, Alexia moaned in happiness, swearing to herself, that this sandwich, was the most magnificent tasting thing to have ever existed.