<div class="floatleft">(https://d2nzqyyfd6k6c7.cloudfront.net/styles/nova_evo_landscape/s3/article/thumbnail/ashley_benson.jpg?itok=7ji-K5R3)</div><strong>Code Name</strong>: Domino<br/><strong>Real Name</strong>: Neena Thurman<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Main Lobby<br/><strong>Date/Time</strong>: Monday the 7th of September (2019) - 2:35 Am<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Hank Mccoy<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Open<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>:<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://cdn-img-3.wanelo.com/p/bc1/0dc/b39/22c4a9cfa62860b77118e07/x354-q80.jpg)</div></div><br/><hr/><br/>Neena opened her eyes as she heard the voice speak from across the room. A warm smile came across her face as the pen was dropped back into her purse. Rising to her feet with a bit of a bounce, she pads across the floor toward him. "Hello, Neena Thurman." She starts with an outstretched hand. Her other hand rubbing her neck for a few seconds before she adds "Well it's kind of like this. I was born as an experiment in some kind of lab. I don't really know the full story. But my mother took me from the lab and ever sense then men have been chasing me. They would have killed me if I wasn't so damn lucky. Oh yeah, that's like my thing. I'm lucky." She didn't seem to have any real attachment to the words. Saying them as if talking about a TV show. Though her smile was sincere, as was the outstretched hand. "After almost getting killed for the last time I decided to come to the only place I could think of. So here I am." The bruises that she has from falling 3 stories into a dumpster of mattresses only a few hours before could serve to help validate her story. "I didn't want to walk around without talking to someone first. Didn't want to be rude." The smile still on her face as she tells the stranger the entire story. It was pretty clear that he wasn't with the people chasing her.