[right][h2][color=8493ca]Dallas "Blue" Clarke[/color][/h2][/right]

Dallas quietly observed the boys skill. When the cuffs came off, she simply rubbed her wrist from where the metal had cut into her flesh. You see, the way Dallas is... wired, she see's everything as a competition, so, naturally, she would now stand there as she pondered over what skill of her's could outdo his. She shrugged her shoulders. [color=8493ca]"Lock pickings all right."[/color] Taking a run and go, and turn a front flip, her feet landing on the ground with a light thud. [color=8493ca]"Gymnastics, flexibility, etc. I would demonstrate a bit more, but, I need a course to do so. You know, obstacles and what-not. Anyways, your turn once more.[/color]