<div class="floatleft">(http://mimg.ugo.com/200906/22909/cuts/domino_288x288.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name/Alias:</strong>Domino<br/><strong>Origin:</strong>Breeding<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Parking Lot<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Any nearby<br/><hr/><br/>Trouble could not have been seen any more clearly than when Domino arrived on the campus.  Certainly there were more dangerous figures and those more hazardous to the health of the students.  Few were as obvious with their intentions, however; with fewer still having the gall to be so transparent at lunchtime.  Student milled about preparing to feast on their prepared meals or purchase sustenance from the various vendors.  Their conversations drowned out by glass shaking bass of a beige Deville that now rounded the parking lot.  Chrome bumpers were fitted to the old car along with spoke rims of the same metal.  Light glittered off the surface to show that the owner had money to spare on the accessories if not necessarily the car.  Though one didn't have to look far past the hood to know the reason for the car was the engine.  Tinted windows kept the occupants a secret though the amount of smoke drifting upward from the car's interior would have accomplished the same task.<br/><br/>A few might cringe as the car came to stop, confirming that the occupants were not here by mistake.  Smoke pillowed out from the rear, driver side door as it was flung open.  The music became more distinctive and louder as the barrier of the door no longer impeded the music.  That the lyrics consisted of the phrase "Smoke weed everyday" was probably of no surprise to any nearby.  A pair of dark, denim clad legs slipped free of the car and peered through the haze.  Combat boots, loosely laced brushed against the gravel of the parking lot.  The denim was torn in small patches, with one suggestively placed at the figure's upper thigh.  Despite the tightness of the fabric over her legs and the earned tears, the material held firm so that nothing more was shown.  A wide belt hung limp along her broad hips, circling her as if something heavy were supposed to be at one end.<br/><br/>The belt and jeans ended low enough to show an expanse of white skin.  Alabaster might have been more accurate for how white the woman's flesh showed.  Muscles flexed beneath the skin which was not pale, but was indeed powder white.  A plastic jewel flashed from the center of her stomach, a piercing placed against the flat expanse.  The dark green shirt she wore cut the image short as the white skin disappeared beneath the ribbed material.  Black leather was tossed forward over her top as well, quickly masking any onlooker from seeing definitively the rest of what she might offer.  Bits of metal dangled from the well worn jacket.  A couple of holes could be seen in the fabric of the jacket as well, more than a couple seeming to be bullet holes.  Nails were painted black against the white surface of her hands to match the black of her jacket.  The same color was tattooed around her left eye in the image of a spot while the other eyes was heavily darkened with mascara.  Against her chest rested a pair of dog tags, nearly lost against the gold and silver crosses she also wore around her neck.<br/><br/>Stepping away from the smoke her features could be seen.  There was a handsome set to her jaw, a strength to be found there along with an arrogant twist.  Full lips thinned down into a line as she drew from a rolled up object pressed between them.  Those lips were painted black in what was quickly becoming a theme.  Her nose was sharply cast and her cheeks set with angular fashion.  She was a sharp cast one whose eyes promise to miss little. Black hair fell down to frame her features while also remaining spiked at the top, a defiance to what others might want of her.  Red lines crossed the white of those eyes from the smoke inhaled and surrounding her during the ride.  A lazy grin filled her lips now before smoke flowed from her mouth.  The blunt discarded absently before she tapped on the driver side window.<br/><br/>The window rolled down long enough for a black hand to pass a roll of money and a metal object to the woman.  Both items were stuffed into her pocket before she turned back to remove a heavy duffel bag from the interior.  Hoisting the green, canvas bag onto her shoulder she raised her middle finger to the driver.<br/><br/>"Should pay more attention on the dice and less on my ass next time, T."<br/><br/>The lazy grin faded as she turned to look at the students around her.  A moment was spared to them before she spit onto the gravel beneath her.  She was going to need her smokes before too much longer to survive this place.<br/>