[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#ff0000]Scarleth "Ruby Red" Pevensey[/color][/h1][img]http://stream1.gifsoup.com/view7/3129217/eliza-dushku2-o.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: Lunar Maximum Security Incarceration Facility[/center][hr][hr]Scarleth sat in the corner of her cell, idly strumming her fingers on the ground. Her hair was in tatters, having been forcibly cut just a month prior. When she entered LMSIF, her hair had reached only twelve inches in length, growing at what she estimated to be an average rate of six inches each year. She hadn't cut it, planning to take advantage of its length, and use it to strangle any unsuspecting guard who blocked her way. The rest of the plan, she hadn't figured it out yet--it had gone through dozens of variations over her time in the prison. Each day, a different method came into her mind. 

The guards only became wise when they noticed Scarleth put her long hair, approximately five feet in length, into a tight braid. Recognizing it for what it could potentially be, they had cut it back down to just a foot long, removing the would-have-been weapon from her possession. For the month that followed, she had contemplated growing her nails out and sharpening them against the tiny desk in her cell, fashioning them into claws. 

Unfortunately, it had all just been that--an idea. Nothing ever came of it. She remained secluded, sitting in a corner, and refusing to speak. When she first arrived at the facility, she had been a screamer. Scarleth would shriek at the guards, taunting them, and pulling all sort of threats. That all ended when she caught a glimpse of the Pirate King being taken in--her threats were empty, just words. The Black Stars would not be coming to liberate their assassin after all. 

"Get up, 2527!" a guard barked, yet Scarleth didn't move her gaze from the ground. She continued to strum her fingers, over and over and over again. She heard the slight [i]pop[/i] as the forcefield was taken down, and felt the handcuffs slap around her wrists. Not making a single movement, the guards groaned, picking Scarleth up like a rag doll. They must have deemed her haircut appropriate, as they dragged her down the hall, constantly reprimanding her for refusing to stand.

Her hair falling forward to mask her face, Scarleth smirked slightly.

The guards carrying her finally stopped, and had she bothered to listen, she would have heard a near identical conversation to the one that occurred moments before. The guards dropped her to the floor, only for the new pair of guards to sigh and shake their head at her. "2527, get up. This is an order."

[color=ff0000]"My name isn't 2527,"[/color] Scarleth said underneath her breath. The guards, however, didn't seem to care. "Get up. Now."

Scarleth sighed, cursing a bit under her breath. For them to have dragged her out here, it must have been important. And as much as she despised the guards, her training had taught her when to struggle and when to comply. She rose to her feet, brushing her choppy hair out of her eyes. The guards nodded at her, and brought her inside of the room. She glanced at the warden and the businessmen, already analyzing any weak spots in security, and anything she figured might be a weakness of the men sitting across from where she stood. It wasn't so much an active search for escape as it was a habit. 

The guards sat her down in a chair next to a familiar face, the Pirate King. Scarleth raised an eyebrow, as the two guards returned to their posts, with more guards in the room to take care of them. Scarleth glanced over at the Pirate King, and rolled her eyes a bit. 

He'd grown weak, as far as she was concerned.