<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://coolspotters.com/files/photos/786635/alexandra-daddario-and-bebe-full-sequin-jacket-by-tara-subkoff-gallery.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Neena Thurman | Domino<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Ms. Desjardins’ psychology classroom -<strong>COPING SKILLS</strong><br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Tusday September 9th - 7:35 AM<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Gabriel Summers, Tessa Cantrell, Bridgette Dejardins<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Annoyed at having to be here, dressed like this (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/73/eb/28/73eb28461506a8b08c214b3051daa835.jpg)<br/><hr/><br/>Neena listened to the story, and then turned away. Sure, she could see where Gabriel would have some grief from that story, but still...he had seen people die. They hadn't been killed by his own hand. A memory flashed in her mind afterwards, while everyone was participating in the discussion for the board. Neena hadn't even looked at it. However, her pen dropped as she lifted her hand, letting it settle upon her temple for a moment...the memory was exceptionally visual.<br/><br/><em>Another training session. The faceless man was behind her, pressing against her...a gun in his hand. Before them, under a stark lightbulb, lay a middle-aged man. His hands were bound behind him, his shirt in tatters. Obviously he had been at the office when he had been picked up.<br/><br/>"He knows your name, Neena. If he's allowed to leave here, he will tell the cops who you are, what you look like." The voice of the faceless man behind her was almost soothing, though his words sent a shiver down her spine. "And if they find out about you, we have to kill you." The gun from his hand was placed in hers. How easy it would be to kill him. But there were so many like him. She only had one choice.<br/><br/>"Kill him." The order was given in almost a soothing tone. And then, the sound of a gun went off.</em><br/><br/>Neena seemed to jump, gasping sharply as she did. Her face was pale, and she realized she was panting for breath. Looking between some of the shocked faces around her, she glanced down, grabbing her pen and beginning to doodle again, furiously. Her cheeks were bright red from embarrassment. She didn't even realize there was a tear in her eye until it rolled down her cheek, causing her to wipe at it almost furiously.<br/><br/><em>"What the fuck is wrong with me..."</em>the thought came to her easily, though she didn't voice it. Instead, she spoke, her voice almost cold as she looked to the board.<strong>"I wouldn't put death under fear. It happens no matter what...whether from old age, or a bullet in the..."</strong>she had to pause. Taking a deep breath, she let it out slowly. Nobody here would see her break.<em>"Your tells will get you killed, Domino. Get rid of them."</em>The words rang true. As if a mask had been pulled over her face, she spoke, her voice even.<strong>"Death comes for us all."</strong>