<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/4a/c2/3e/4ac23e7322346b99f97d548765fa5910.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Domino<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Common Room<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 10th, Midday<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Blackout, semi-closed (PM to join)<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Realizing something didn't go right at somepoint in the very recent past.<br/><hr/><br/>Well, it did seem that she had gotten through to Blackout. And for some reason, that made her feel....good. It also occured to Domino in that moment. Most of the students here were around her age. While their mentors had seen action in some form or another, they were of a different generation. Many couldn't really connect because of the age gap. Domino was probably the only one of the students that had as much...if not more...experience in action as the staff.<br/><br/>She wasn't really shocked when Joanne said she was disappointed in herself. Domino knew the feeling. Of course, the problem was that even with all the training, nothing really could get the students prepared for real life situations.<strong>"You trained, but you didn't really train. Training will get your abilities sharpened, it will get you stronger. But until you get in the field, or until you have your mind worked in a situation exactly matching real-life, nobody knows how they will react to combat. I wouldn't be surprised if most students here reacted the same way you did....or most of the staff. Real combat isn't sterile like in a training session. It's sensory overload."</strong><br/><br/>Just the way Domino was speaking would make someone wonder just what the fuck she had been through. And when Blackout asked her how she ended up here, Domino could only give a small shrug. She glanced down to her lap, hand moving to pluck a bit of unseen lint.<strong>"I came from Rykers. I was a uhh....experiment. Can't really remember my training, but I've done...a lot of fucked up shit in my life. I'm bettin' you wanna know my powers, huh?"</strong>She smiled softly.<strong>"I guess the best way to describe it is that I'm lucky. I can kind of...bend the odds into my favor. It's allowed me to escape, kill, steal, cheat...all sorts of stuff to survive. I came here just a couple days ago from Rykers. Think I traded one small cell for just a larger one. Been told I can't leave the grounds."</strong><br/><br/>It was more than Domino had ever shared before. She seemed to fall uncomfortably quiet, struggling with memories, as well as shadows of memories that were there...but not quite there. Finally, she took a deep breath, and let it out quickly.<strong>"Hey...if I could figure out a way for you to train for REAL combat, would you be interested?"</strong>