<a class="postlink" href="http://media.otakuzone.com/store/user/123008/T128469643975e87c001363154c67d9847cc4cb452af6.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Name: Truvy Meyer<br/>Age: 19<br/><br/>Truvy Meyer leaned back in the plush, black office chair and sighed heavily. Reading through the papers in her hand, she held out her hand to the side of the chair for one of the agents to hand her a pen. The cold plastic of an office pen was placed lightly in the palm of her hand before she stole it away from the agents hand. Clicking it three times, she put the pen to the black line at the bottom of the page, signing her name on the line before tossing the stapled stack of papers onto the table. The papers slid across the table and came to a rest on the edge just seconds before the room door was opened.<br/><br/>Turning her blue eyes on the door, she watched several secret service agents drag in a stragely dressed boy. In a second she had figured out what he was, a pirate no doubt. From the way he was clothed and so confident in himself, he was a captain. Which could only mean that he was the captain to the bloody ship that kept bombing their navy fleet. Standing, she left her chair and walked around the table to stand in front of the agents as they came to a stop. Looking at agent Markus, the one who had realized the kid was a pirate, she gave him a â€˜no duhâ€™ look. â€œReally? I had no idea,â€ she said sarcastically.<br/><br/>Truvy shook her head slowly and got closer to him, her body almost touching his. The secret service agents looked at each other and blushed, looking away uncomfortably. But all she did was slip her hands into his pockets, deep down in his pockets her fingers brushed against something. Seeing the slight bit of alarm flash through the young mans eyes, she pulled her hand from his pocket but left his weapon where it was. In his pocket. â€œWell it seems like you four arenâ€™t that bad at searching for weapons..though your smarts could improve,â€ she commented, stepping away from Jacoda and looking at her four agents. As he tried to step towards her, Truvy rose a brow and tensed as she prepared for anything. But the secret service agents only shoved him away from her. Turning away as he started rambling on, she smirked as he lost most of the agents in his babbling.<br/><br/>Running her fingers over the smooth, polished oak table, she thought about what she should do with him. â€œHm.. well I suppose jail would be the best option. Butâ€¦ I think all you were trying to do was have a bit of fun. However, I cant allow you to go unpunished,â€ she said, thinking out loud as she sat back in her chair. Leaning back, she propped her feet up on the table and chewed on her bottom lip, pondering on what to do with the boy. â€œLet him take a seat Markus. Then you four can wait on the other side of the room, lets make our guest comfortable.â€ She ordered. Markus looked like he wanted to protest but the look Truvy gave him was enough to shut him up. Shoving Jacoda down into a chair roughly before he and the other three went to stand by the door.<br/><br/>Truvy tapped her fingers in an odd rhythm before sitting up in the chair and taking her feet off the table. â€œWell I think four weeks in jail will be a good enough punishment. Then afterwards you can run off to wherever it is you plan on going. No doubt I will be seeing you again very soon,â€ she said, leaning forward on the table.