<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>: Open<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 walked into the Xmen's building with a quick glance over her shoulder. She didn't know if anyone would be awake at this hour or not, she hadn't seen anyone yet, and wasn't wanting to go exploring the building until she spoke to someone first, respect for others and all that. Leaning up on a wall she pulls a joint out of her black clutch. "Shit..." She mutters before lighting it. "These are all the cloths I have right now." A thought that seemed to shake her a bit. Letting a thick puff of smoke roll out of her lungs she looks about the room a bit, trying to find a place to ash. Being careful as she takes another hit, as not to let any of the ash fall on her clothing. After walking around a bit she finds a trashcan and lets the ashes fall off into it.<br/><br/>After finishing her smoke, the young woman speaks in a somewhat raised voice, though only slightly raised due to the fact most people are asleep at this time. "Hello? Anyone around?" She had heard movement and a few distant voices over the past few minutes and figured it couldn't hurt to make her presence known to anyone in range to hear her. "I come in peace." She let out a bit of a giggle at the last part, her eyes slightly glossy with a reddish tent. She wasn't sure what to expect here, she only knew of these people by reputation, which sounded mostly good to her. But reputation can be deceiving. With a shrug of her shoulders she went back to leaning on the wall, sliding her hand back into her clutch she pulled out a dab pen with a Gucci tank on it. She decided that keeping the smell down might be a good idea, as she has no idea on the stances of this place. Closing her eyes and sliding to the floor, knees bent up to her chest, she starts puffing on the pen and waits for someone to reply to her call. Feeling all her tension of the nights events melt away.