<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/>Domino had had a feeling about this girl. If she acted like she had seen her dress, then the chick was made of sterner stuff than she let on. And with that one single question, Blackout proved it. A smile began to creep upon her lips at the brusque question, her brow arching gently.<strong>"I knew you had fire...got a sense for that shit. I'm Neena....people call me Domino."</strong>Her hand lifted in offerance to the woman.<br/><br/>As hands were shook, Domino glanced around. Nobody else was around. Still, her voice dropped gently.<strong>"I got some skills, believe it or not. And one of them is reading people. Now, any idiot can tell you got shit on your mind...but I've seen that look in your eye before. Hell, I've had it."</strong>her voice wasn't really playful now. Nor was in condescending. If there was something that Domino could sympathize with, it was a first time killer...or someone that thought they fit the profile.<br/><br/>She shifted, coming to face Blackout a bit more. Legs crossed, her voice remaining low.<strong>"One thing I can tell you, it's not something you wanna keep bottled up, whatever it is. I ain't a bartender...but I got good ears, and a pension to remain quiet..."</strong>