<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/23/59/1f/23591fbefaf396b58d40bc5c2094225c.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Neena Thurman | Domino<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Her own room<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 8th, late night/early morning<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>OPEN<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Awoken by her past<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>pajamas (http://images.motorcycle-usa.com/photogallerys/2013-Thor-Motocross-Womens-Short-Pajamas.jpg)<br/><hr/><br/>The arrival of Domino had been met with little fanfare. A single black van had arrived while most students were off in classes, and had handed over the woman decked out in a bright orange prison jumpsuit to the staff. They had gotten her some clothes, and set her up in her own room, inviting her to socialize with others before starting classes in the next couple of days.<br/><br/>They even called her Neena.<br/><br/>It had been weird, and at first she hadn't responded. But finally, she had gotten some food, and decided to try and get some sleep. It had turned out to be a mistake...as it usually was. A new place was barely going to change her current nightmares from continuing....<br/><br/><em>The room was dark. Only a single light hung from a wire in the small cell, Domino tied up to a chair. An unseen hand flew, slapping her across her face. "What is your current mission? Who is your newest target! Answer!". Domino said nothing. Instead, her head continued to hang to the side, allowing full lips to pucker, and spit out some bloody saliva from her mouth. <br/><br/>Left eye was swollen slightly as she rolled her head back up....just in time to see the flash of a syringe. A shadowed face came close, the syringe moving steadily closer to her. Her breathing picked up, her hands struggling in their bindings. Then...her powers kicked up. The rope holding her gave with a dull snap, allowing her to wait until the last minute to grab the arm, and twist it, turning the syringe onto the man holding it. The grunt of shock that came from him made her smile.<br/><br/>A spin was made, just as a dart connected into the side of her neck. Wincing, she ran for where she thought the door was...and luckily guessing right. Opening it, she stumbled, the drugs getting into her system, making her fight between their power, and her own desire to get away. Ending up in a crawl, she moaned as she saw men in dark uniforms, machine guns pointed at her. <br/><br/>"You were close, Domino. We'll run it again...." Her cry finally parted her lips as things began to go blurry. Hands grabbed her ankles, pulling her back into the room...a room she knew was going to be full of horror and pain. SHe screamed, her voice echoing off the walls of the small hallway, ringing in her ears as fingers clawed at the floor, seeking purchase to get away. Even as she was dragged back, she kept screaming....even as the door closed in front of her....</em><br/><br/>She shot up, her screams still echoing off the walls. Bright blue eyes were wide as she finally realized she wasn't in the room. Nor was she in prison. Soaked in sweat, trembling like a leaf, she snapped her head around, hair slapping against her head and neck. No...she was supposed to be safe. And she supposed she was....safe from everyone that had tried to hurt her. Safe.<br/><br/>Except from herself.