<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/8e/d6/c1/8ed6c179ab15b4d30e3a6032d6cea301.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Neena Thurman, "Domino"<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Mansion Front Yard<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept. 10th, Noonish<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Sunspot, Hourglass<br/><strong>Content:</strong>A need for a cigarette allows for something hopefully interesting, wearing this (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/24/02/d2/2402d290094084f4a55af7f2c8d1c360.jpg)<br/><hr/><br/>Now Domino couldn't help but snort. Talking about looking silly with gloves, she couldn't help but look down to her own fingerless gloves, a smirk playing upon her lips as she flicked the ash from her cigarette, and then took another drag. Blowing the smoke away, she finally spoke up, her voice genteel, with only the slightest hint of a razors edge to it. It was something she had to try and break out of....but old habits.<strong>"There is nothing wrong with wearing gloves. Anyone says otherwise should be punched in the face."</strong><br/><br/>It was a likely failed attempt at humor. Looking up to the two again, she would shrug gently.<strong>"Sorry....couldn't help but overhear. Don't know if you guys are having like...a private conversation or anything, but if you are, I can go.."</strong>Free hand lifted, allowing thumb to jerk back the way she had come. Truth was, Domino was wondering if she should go, or if she should stay, just to play devils advocate. Of course, it was all predicated on whether or not they wanted her around or not.<strong>"I'm Do....uhh..."</strong>There was a pause. She had been told to try and use her name whenever possible. After all, it would help her regain the humanity that she had lost. Even if her calsign had been her identity for years.<strong>"Neena. I'm Neena."</strong>