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[brandedjustice]

Who: Commodore Smoker [ brandedjustice ] and OPEN TO ANY AND ALL
What: Drinking, paperwork, anything else that happens to come up. You can have people blab about the task force here or even pull up and have a drink with the good Commodore. Really? I just need to get him DOING SOMETHING.
Where: Smoker's office, the docks.
When: This evening

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[sealedcurse]

Perhaps the knock at the door is expected -- certainly it isn't her face he's expecting, but the element of surprise is one of her favorite elements; surprise and fire, so perhaps it shouldn't come as a surprise at all that the smoke seeping out the door caught her attention enough to investigate, nor that she'd come out this way at all.

"--she really wasn't kiddin' about all those cigars, was she?"

The bruises had long since faded, wiped clean by medical jutsu and time, but the sensation was still there. She'd been alone -- without Sasuke's intervention she would almost certainly have died, and the lack of mourners didn't shock her. The only people who'd have felt bad when she bit it weren't here, and one of them was dead anyway, killed by the man who'd raised her. The man who nearly killed her, not more than three days ago.

No, it wasn't the lack of friends that drove her outward, only -- there'd been no oneShe needed backup

[brandedjustice]

Smoker had been about to pour himself another shot when the knocking came to his door. Cold eyes narrowed, turning themselves to the intrusion. There, standing on the line between the brightly-lit hallway and the smoked-filled room was a young lady, grinning, hand in the air, waving enthusiastically

[sealedcurse]

Anko nodded, slid her fingers around the handle, pulled the door shut until it clicked. A last bit of the outside gasped its way in, quickly dispersed by the clinging smoke.

Her hands found their way into the pockets of her faded coat, and she ducked her head a little as she walked through the thickness of the air. She stopped herself just sort of taking a seat and laid her hands on the back of the chair instead, leaning over it. She leaned forward enough the heels of her boots lifted off the floor slightly.

"Well ..." She paused to tap the side of her cheek with a smile. "I hear you're recruiting. Isn't that right?" Her hands pressed against the back of the chair, tilting it back as she tilted forward in a precarious balancing act. "I have some ... experience with law enforcement. I thought I'd stop by ... see who I'd have to talk to about an application."

[brandedjustice]

The line between flesh and smoke blurred as more of the logia poured out of Smoker's skin, grinding against the desk. Fingers of smoke extended into pamphlets of paperwork, flipping through them until Smoker found what he wanted.

Two seconds later, and an arm of collective smoke was hovering just beyond Anko, blank paper clutched in firm tendrils.

"I'll need your name, first of all." The Commodore narrowed his eyes, watching the woman intensely. "And whatever kind of skills you have. Your specialty would be nice to know as well." A stony tone gripped every word spat between soggy tobacco, but that was how Smoker was.

If she was offended by the tone, he didn't have any losses. If she stayed and worked with him, he had a promising member of the task force.

Only time would tell which path this woman would take.