Danielle was sitting in her usual chair eagerly awaiting the new game that jack was going to bring over.  Dressed in a flannel shirt covering a black T-shirt and ripped pair of jeans, Danielle could pass for someone that was from the grunge era back in the early 90's.  Though her style was way out of date, she felt very comfortable dressing like this.  it seemed to not get her the attention that she desired but this was her and who she was.  Her mind finally focused back on the new game; just the thought of this new game and all of the new games that had been coming and going through this common room was what kept Danielle from being a total hermit and sheltered into a life of misery.  Her body was shivering in anticipation as it had taken a while before she could hear the creaking of the elevator from down below.<br/><br/>"Here he comes!"  She squealed in her excitement as she seen him wheeling in through the door, doing his grand entrance.