IMPORTANT NOTE TO CURRENT AND FUTURE PARTICIPANTS!!
Me and Gigatronthepwn will start off the roleplay, because we want to be able to establish the setting smoothly. The setting should be fully set in a few posts, so hang tight! :3
Ren sighed heavily, and leaned back against the cold wall. The room she was in was empty; save for a table and two chairs, all sitting next to the wall. With one arm propped up on the table, she picked at her nails, and flinging chipping nail polish off onto the floor. She only looked up from her nails when she heard the only door in the room open with a clatter, before slamming shut. The new occupant of the room was an extremely uptight woman, wearing a crisp black uniform and her poorly bleached blond hair tightly pulled back into a bun. Ren only spared the woman a glance, before going back to her nails.
"Miss Lynn," the woman snapped harshly, "This isn't a nail salon!"
"Took you this long to figure that out?" Ren boredly replied, peeling off a large chunk of nail polish and flicking it away. "I think I need some better nail polish." she added, nonchalantly.
Ren could hear the lady's heels clicking against the hard floor as she took the seat opposite of Ren.
"Well, Miss Lynn, where you'll be going, nail polish will be the least of your concern." The lady hissed. (sheesh, she was really grouchy...)
"Only guilty people go to jail, ma'am,"
"Keep thinking you're innocent, go ahead." the woman started, placing down some folders onto the table. "However, it's hard to believe anyone would find you innocent when you're running around with a fake identity." The lady placed down a picture of Ren; only said picture had a blond with sunglasses in it instead of the pink haired girl.
Ren snickered. "Ami Lynn's my celebrity identity, and with people like you taking pictures of me without my permission, I have no choice but to use a fake name to hide my real identity~" Ren cooed.
It seemed Ren's lackadaisical attitude was getting to the lady, as Ren heard her sigh loudly with exasperation.
"What are you, a child?" the interrogator snapped.
"No, but I am someone who can pull of platinum blond better than you~" Ren retorted, making a stab at the lady's horrendous dye.
The lady was about to spit out some comeback, when the door opened again. A middle aged man waved to Ren's interrogator, beckoning her to leave the room for now. With one last final glare directed to Ren, Miss Uptight swiftly walked out of the room.
When she heard the door close, Ren snickered. She propped her head on her hand, elbow resting against the table and did some thinking.
It was obvious using her alter ego, Amy Lynn, was a bad idea. Unfortunately, desperate times call for desperate measures and Ren had no choice but to don her criminal ego once again, which led to her capture. Although it had been a year since her defection from Team Omni, Ren was still being hunted down by law enforcement like she was a murderer. She had always found herself being some phantom criminal; someone the law couldn't touch. Of course, until she was pitted against several Rangers. Ren had clearly underestimated the abilities if the Rangers; a group as big as them probably could capture people like her in a day.
Heh, rangers. Ren thought, a smile tugging at her lips.
Reminds me of Keenan when he became an apprentice ranger. I wonder how he's doing...., her thoughts trailed off, as the brief smile began to fade into a frown instead. How ironic; her best friend (well, she still considered Keenan her best friend) was a respected upholder of law, when she was a infamous criminal.
Ren's thoughts were interrupted when she heard muffled voices from outside the room. She looked up, and through the cracks between the shutters of the windows that allowed outsiders to watch interrogations, she felt her heart skip several beats.
Although he was older, there was not doubt about it. She closed her eyes, and sighed.
He'd find out sooner or later Ren, might as well break it to him now and hopes he'll someday forgive you. Ren thought to herself, reaching up the blond wig that rested on her head. She pulled it off and discarded it on the table, before letting her pink hair down.
Just as she finished up correctly stray hairs, the door opened again and in stepped the object of her anxiety-- of course, not like she was going to show that.
Covering up her nervous state, Ren gave the entree-ant a big, smug smile while crossing her legs.
"Hello, Keenan darling~" she greeting her old friend, practically purring.