chained down

Olivia just listened, taking all of these accusations and words in stride. They frowned a bit. They didn't like where this was going and honestly did not want to spend years of their life in prison - they did want to go to school and get a job. Manta Carlos may not be like the rest of the world, but he was still certain people wouldn't like a photographer with a criminal record.

They rested their chin on their palm, leaning against the table. Olivia's body shifted into a taller male frame - the colors of their body shifting. A young man sat in her stead, with the same vibrant blue eyes and pierced ears, his nose wiggling a bit as he finished the last of his transformation.

Well as fun as that was, they just sucked all the joy out of this. "I'd rather not go to jail, so you got me. I had no intention of taking anything, let's be clear. The window was open and I didn't try to break anything." He huffed. "What else would you like me to tell you?"

"A look around." Scott told them - it was true, he just wanted to see what her bedroom looked like. How she organized her room, how she lived. A persons space showed more about a persons personality than anything else... "I wanted to prank her later - do the thing where you like, shift someones things like an inch or two to the right or left?"

He leaned back in his chair, sighing as his hands fell back into his lap. "My name is Scott. My ID is back in my room, but I have the stupid shifter tag - it's in my shoe." Scott glanced to Raphael. He was sure the beat cop was very proud of himself for seeing through his facade, but it was a weak and thrown together image, so Scott wouldn't really give him credit.

"Fitzgerald. Yes, like the author. No, it's not a joke - I also have no relation to him." He responded. His name usually got a few weird looks or some chuckles. "I attend the Academy, and given that I'm a shifter and you guys give us Island ID cards, you'll see I'm not just being a little shit about it."

Huffing, he continued. "'Her' being the teenager in that house. We share one or two classes together, I thought we were friends but given she's - as you said - throwing me to the dogs, I can see I was wrong."

"I use different names when I'm pretending to be a female. That one was a.. friend, from off island. She lives in Arizona." He said honestly, humming. "I can show you my standard female form, if you'd like. It just looks like a feminine version of this, though."

He gave the name of the girl in the house, along with a brief description just to confirm that he was no longer being a pain in the butt through this. He did like the island and preferred to see it from walking around instead of seeing it from postcards or a jail cell.