[right][h2][color=8882be]Dallas "Blue" Clarke[/color][/h2][/right]

[i]Nothing. Say nothing, make no contact with anyone. Anything could be used to target you.[/i] These thoughts ran Dallas's mind as she proceeded to walk into the dinning hall. She glanced at a man she had come to know as Vlad, feeling the need to lunge for his neck. Just one quick snap... [i]No, bad girl. Show no weakness,[/i] she reminded herself. Taking a quick glance around the room she would realize she was the only girl there. Dallas also noticed that she was the only one that seemed to be in her normal clothes. Black leather jacket, short denim shorts and a light blue tank-top. Her feet was bare, covered in the dirt and dust from the cage that she had been kept in. Seemed as if the people here already didn't classify her as a threat. Maybe it was the freckles? She smirked at the thought while grabbing a plate of food for herself before walking over and sitting beside a small boy who looked younger than the rest of the crowd. Harmless enough, she supposed. Dallas picked up a fork and began to eat.