<div class="floatleft">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/female%20characters/800c3df6-520c-45da-8918-44ca98495fbb_zpszbxthbgd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Riley Kennedy<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Morning, Day 1<br/><strong>Activity:</strong>Orientation<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Tied flannel (teal) + ass hugging jeans, combat boots, and hat, all in black.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Drake, Open<hr/>Riley was ready to have all the formalities over and done with already but she did her best to contain her impatience as she entered the meeting center. Feeling eyes give her the once over, she ignored them for the most part while her fingers slipped up along the sleek outline of her thighs and over her ass til she could slip her hands into her back pockets as she came to a pause just inside the orientation room. Glancing around at the others who were either to be welcomed to this new chapter or already had a place within it, her bottom lip folded under unconsciously. Curious about the others who would in essence become her neighbors the plump flesh slowly dragged free of the press of of her teeth while she scanned over each person just long enough to form a general impression--a habit she'd picked up rather young from being around salty old cops for far too long.<br/><br/>It wasn't until she had begun to move again that she noticed him. And even then it wasn't so much a conscious recognition but rather a sudden shiver that worked its way up her spine and into her scalp. She wasn't cold. In fact, if anything she felt too warm. Something that became decidedly more pronounced as her roving gaze finally landed on<em>his</em>.<br/><br/>Shit.<br/><br/>Her gaze pulled away instinctively, her lashes falling to shutter the blaze of fire that filled the dark depth of her eyes. For a minute her body was consumed with a riot of conflicting sensations but despite it all her lips curved into a lopsided smirk. Impulse quickly decided for her and set her once again into motion, carrying her around the edges of the room on unhurried steps. Was this a good idea? Probably not. But that was Riley for you. Like a switch her mind had settled her on a course and she would see it through.<br/><br/>Even if she was the one who would ultimately be burned.<br/><br/>Which was why Riley found herself settling into the seat beside none other than Drake Hilton, though her eyes had yet to return to him. It wasn't as if she needed to look at him to know just how he would look. She'd stared up into that face so often she knew it almost as well as her own. She lived with the ghost of it everyday, his eyes staring back at her out of her son's precious little face.<em>Their</em>son.<br/><br/>Did he know?<br/><br/>"Please tell me this isn't some sick little game of yours." She spoke up as she slid back into the seat, her hands having come free of her pockets to settle atop smoothly crossed legs. Suspicion laced her voice though it was pitched largely for his ears alone. "I mean, this is just some stupid coincidence, yeah?" Finally her gaze landed on him, void of the crazy riot of her emotions. Her face was a blank mask of vague amusement as she finally got a look at him up close, Riley's very own "cop face".