<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/>She hadn't slept again. Of course, she rarely ever did. Sleep meant more nightmares, and who needed that? She had already screamed out in the night once...and unless she fell unconscious, there was no way she was going to do it again. It wasn't exactly the best way to make friends. Not that Domino really cared about that. If there was one thing years on the street and a lifetime of training had taught her, it was<em>don't trust anyone</em>.<br/><br/>She was barely down the steps of the front of the school when she had a Marlboro Mild between her fingers, and a lighter in her free hand. Pausing a moment, the cancer stick was popped between plush lips, and lighter struck up, both hands being used to hide the flame from the wind. A cherry red glow exploded from the tip of the ciggie, bluish smoke curling around her momentarily as she puffed it out. Sticking the lighter away, a deep drag was taken, before being exhaled into the sky...and into oblivion.<br/><br/>Slow steps carried her along the front of the school, finding herself before a field, where two people were talking. Taking another drag, she would flick the ashes. Dare she make herself known? Honestly, she didn't know if she wanted to. It was usually good to be anonymous. Of course, this was jail...albeit a nicer version of it. She still didn't know how she managed to get out of Rikers. She wasn't complaining...not fully. Partly jailed was better than totally jailed. And she did like the sun. Still...maybe she needed to show she wasn't to be fucked with.<br/><br/>Domino pondered all this, even as she kept those ice-blue hues settled upon the man (Roberto) and woman (Tessa). The girl seemed to be one of those introvert types. Good to know...they tended to be rather easy to bend to your will if need be. The guy....will, he was fit, no doubt. But he was a guy. Domino wondered how hard it would be to bend him to her will...or if she should even try.<br/><br/><em>Stop thinking that way. This isn't a mission</em>came the swift response of her inner voice. She didn't need to manipulate her way around here. Still, it was a hard habit to break. Especially when one spent a year without any sort of outside time. That she was standing outside now was amazing in and of itself.<br/><br/><em>Domino....girl. You need some friends around here</em>. She sighed. Crushing out the half-smoked cigarette under her heel, she began her approach...slow, so as to be able to hear the conversation, and turn off if it turned out to be something she didn't....or shouldn't....hear.