<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>Remy LeBeau | Gambit, OPEN<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Handling the door<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>pajamas (http://images.motorcycle-usa.com/photogallerys/2013-Thor-Motocross-Womens-Short-Pajamas.jpg)<br/><hr/><br/>THe man was older, that was obvious. Maybe....ten years? Twelve? It was hard to completely pinpoint it. However, he was attractive, and the Cajun accent seemed to scream southern. His once over of what she exposed through the partially opened door would have been missed by just about anyone else....but Domino had been hard-wired to catch the smallest details. She noticed him sizing her up, caught the brief glimmer of interest in those rather unique eyes. Who the hell was this...and what was his story? Neena wanted to find out.<br/><br/><strong>"Je promets, je vais bien. Vous n'avez pas à vous en préoccuper, mais merci pour votre préoccupation..."</strong>Her voice seemed to soothe as it spoke in that flawless French, even hinting that she could have been a native Gaul. Her head cocked to the side, those full lips drawing into a smile as she leaned upon the door jam. Dark hair spilled to one side, framing angelic features. An angel on the outside, with a demonic core...that was Domino in a nutshell. It had kept her out of trouble until captured....how could a face be wanted by so many?<br/><br/><strong>"No...I'm not a psychic. At least...not in the literal sense of the word. I'm good at reading body language, but that's about it..."</strong>It was the understatement of the century. Reading body language, facial expressions, knowing several different languages...it was all a part of Domino's repetoire. Her bag of skills seemed to run endless, and she had no intention of laying all her cards out on the table. Keep 'em guessing was her lifes motto.<strong>"What about you? What little gifts do you have that keep those eyes so unique?"</strong>