<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://scontent.cdninstagram.com/t51.2885-15/e35/13381189_236387550075587_999398268_n.jpg?ig_cache_key=MTI3MDM1MDIwOTYwMzcyODQ4MA%3D%3D.2&amp;se=7)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Blackout (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12962174#msg12962174)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Common Room<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 10th, Midday<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Domino (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg13046814#msg13046814)<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Brooding darkly over the mission.<br/><hr/><br/>Blackout, despite her name, was usually a very friendly and relaxed person.  This place was home to her and it was rare that she felt uncomfortable in this place and that reflected in her attitude.  But today, and indeed for the last couple of days, it was like a black cloud had hung over her.  She was downtrodden and miserable and the source was her actions and what they had caused in the mission.  She had freaked out and panicked and gotten hurt and hurt others as well.  She was, realistically, lucky that she'd gotten out with a few minor scars and bruises.  But the outcome had led to her being banned from future missions until Xavier and the others were confident that she could handle herself.  Normally, they would upset her, but right now even she wasn't sure about if she could handle a mission anymore.  She'd spent years and years training and on her first run out, she'd nearly gotten herself killed.<br/><br/>Not really having anyone to talk to about how she felt about it, and not wanting to burden Tessa with it since the two were just now starting to become friends, she had taken to sitting by herself in one of the common rooms.  No one bothered her, knowing what had happened and being unsure how to handle her right now.  And that had only darkened her mood and the mood was reflected in her clothing.  While she normally liked to be sporting tight clothing that showed off plenty of cleavage, she was wearing a baggy black sweater and a pair of black jeans that were still tight, but more or less hidden by the way she was sitting with her body curled into a ball against the arm of the couch.  At this point, she doubted she'd be interrupted in her brooding until her body finally demanded that she get up to be fed or use the bathroom or whatever reason it gave for her needing to move.<br/><br/>But then she got a shock when someone sat down right next to her.  Looking over, she realized that she had no idea who this girl was and the way that she spoke shocked Blackout.  Shocked her and also made her crack a smile as the strangeness of the comment broke through her dark mood for the briefest of moments.<strong>"Yeah well when everything goes to hell on you, sometimes you can't help it,"</strong>she said,<strong>"And not to be a bitch or anything, but who in the fuck are you?"</strong>The words weren't said with any particular malice, but they were used to make it clear that she hadn't appreciated being addressed like that.  But even despite that, she couldn't help but feel a bit better that someone was actually willing to talk to her after what had happened.  Even if it was someone she'd never met before in her life.