<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>Open<hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier new;"><em>"Bye mama! I will miss you, k?"</em></span><br/><br/>It was the last thing her son had said to her before she’d climbed into the vehicle that had been sent for her and it had turned tough girl, Riley Kennedy, into a nearly blubbering pile of goo to wave goodbye to that tear stained face. She had never been away from home longer than she had to be, had never stayed away from her little man more than was absolutely necessary, so how was she going to do this?<br/><br/>Hours later the question still churned in her head. Staring out of the window she watched the landscape pass by, her brain spinning faster than the 70 miles per hour they’d maintained going down the highway. The question played over and over in her head in an endless loop she couldn't seem to escape. And all for what, because some faceless official had decided that they could bully her into a position they wanted? It was bullshit.<br/><br/>Police officer, right. As she was growing up Riley had sworn she never want to be a police officer. Yet blood had proved true. When it came right down to it there really hadn't been any other choice. Despite her circumstances at the time she had sucked it up and signed on to a profession that she thought would allow her to make a difference, especially so soon after the plague. Boy was she wrong. Or at least her version of making a difference seemed to differ entirely from what others had in mind. She still wasn't sure exactly what reason had led her to be maneuvered into accepting position in an nameless community that she'd never heard of before. In fact it didn't make much sense at all to her. Yes, she was a legacy. Descended from a long line a law enforcement officers. But aside from her surname Riley hadn't really been anything special, just another cop in a busy station full of cops.<br/><br/>Still, regardless of her confusion over the why, her position had been made very clear to her by a community liaison. Her job was to be an approachable representative of those entrusted to keep the community residents safe. She would help keep the peace and maintain a sense of normalcy that military men and women couldn't provide. In other words, she was there to be a pretty non threatening face to keep up appearances and nothing more. Booooooo.<br/><br/>Sighing quietly to herself Riley leaned her head back against the seat and closed her eyes, remaining that way until she felt the nondescript SUV pause. Her long sweep of lashes lifted slowly and her eyes came to focus on a set of guarded gates. After a short few moments the gates were opened and the SUV began rolling again, though now instead of being on a hidden road hugged by trees things had opened up into… a town. An actual community.<br/><br/>"Well wouldja look at that..."<br/><br/>She wasn't sure what she'd been expecting but there wasn’t much time for her to really survey her surroundings unfortunately. She’d been briefed that there was to be a new resident orientation and she was to attend as any other member would. When the SUV rolled to a stop and her door was opened, Riley snatched up her black fitted cap and slid out of the backseat revealing long, toned legs encased in black denim so tight it looked painted on and half laced combat boots. A teal and black flannel shirt tied high on her torso with the sleeves rolled up her forearms completed her casual look, the top buttons undone enough to be comfortable and perhaps show a flash of cleavage here and there as well as the key that rested there should anyone actually look. Sure, it had been suggested she dress up and "maybe make a little effort" for this meeting but perhaps because she could, she had opted to do exactly the opposite and dress how she damn well felt like dressing. Despite the rough morning, Riley slipped her cap over her head and flashed a grin at the driver while tugging the end of her ponytail over her shoulder.<br/><br/>“Catch ya later, Jeeves!” She flipped him a thumbs up then strode off toward the building where a few others seemed to be headed, already having been assured that her belongings would be waiting for her once the orientation was concluded.