<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/Eternium/Domino_zpsojujanwd.png)</div></td></tr><tr><td><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier new;"><strong>Name:</strong> Domino Rocha<br/><strong>Age:</strong> 19<br/><strong>Status:</strong> 2nd year student | Forever Silver!<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Gray Jersey (open), navy sports bra, <br/>baggy jeans, canvas belt, Converse<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Shane </span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: palatino linotype;">In Domino's not-so-humble opinion, she had absolutely behaved well enough to have earned a free pass. In the opinions of the a few of the staff members who'd had a run in with the cheeky 19 year old during the past week... No. No she absolutely had not earned such a thing. Thankfully Shane had managed to secure a second pass that could be given to a person of her choice and Domino had not committed any acts that warranted interference in that. Which meant that she was free! Just for the day, but still. Free gotdammit!<br/><br/>Blessed freedom in the form of wind whipping past her while she streaked by on her board. In the form of girls untainted by the views of the damned school she'd been sentenced to. In the form of the ability to choose just where in the hell she wanted to go!<br/><br/>Of course, at heart Domino was a fairly simple being and so hitting the skate park for their day off was right up her alley. No complications necessary.<br/><br/><em>"DOM!"</em><br/><br/>The call came just as she landed smoothly following a slick rail grind and already her board was angled toward where Shane had opted to take a break. With a tilt of her imaginary hat--a real rarity for Domino actually--she rolled past a girl who'd come with some others in the hope of learning to do more than just roll in one direction or the other. So far she wasn't having much luck but in Domino's opinion that was just because she didn't have the right teacher. <br/><br/>"Bird watching? Yeah, ok." She chuckled and stepped of her board, running a few steps before her sneakered foot tapped the back end and flipped up her board. Snagging it mid air was more a matter of not getting brained by the damned thing than any sort of flair but she made it work. Sitting the thing aside though she waved the edges of her jersey to facilitate some air flow across her skin. She'd had a beater on some time ago but she'd shed it the moment the heat had started to get to her, opting to keep the protection of the thicker jersey for those times when she had an intimate chat with the pavement.<br/><br/>Copping a squat beside the bench, Domino's attention dropped first toward her shoes. She was a bit of a fanatic about the damned things and though today's pair were only a two toned set of Converse in navy and grey, she still gave them the habitual once over, even reaching to fix a spot where the hem of her jeans were coming free of her socks because that sort of thing irked her to no end. <br/><br/>"Its only been a week but I swear... I almost forgot what free range birds were like." She quipped in an unusually strong British accent--complements of spending the summer with her sister--as she stood only to turn and plop her denim covered rear on the bench beside Shane. If anyone was actually bothering to look past her ridiculously attractive friend she didn't notice for the moment though, her attention landing on the food Shane had produced instead. <br/><br/>"So I didn't ask before but... what did you do to snag not one, but two passes so early on anyway?" A sandwich was snagged and unwrapped. "Anything worth a gold star?" She asked coyly in reference to an imaginary chart she liked to refer to occasionally as though they were in fact keeping track of their... <em>accomplishments</em>.</span>