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

It had taken Dallas forever to fall asleep, and when she did, her mind was filled with nightmares. The guard coming by to bang on the door helped nothing. Jumping with a start, the girl would be drenched in sweat. Taking a few deep breaths to steady herself, she would run her fingers through her hair. [i][color=8493ca]It's okay.. just another day, another time... you can do this.[/color][/i] All the while she had a feeling that she was taking to long in the process of getting up, her feet now on the cool stone floor as she paced back and forth. She had to get the team together. There was no other option. The guard baning on her door once more, she would ignore it. A few minutes later, two guards came in without notice. "Cafeteria, now," said the man on the right, grabbing her by the arm. Dallas yanked away. [color=8493ca]"Hands [i]off[/i],"[/color] she growled. Walking down the halls, she would finally end up in her designated area, another guard talking to Lucifer. She quickly shot her teammate a glaring look. 

[color=8493ca]"He cooperates enough,"[/color] Dallas said. For the first time she would notice that her voice was hoarse. Great, she'd been screaming last night as well. [color=8493ca]"Why can't he eat the good stuff?"[/color] She paused for a moment, looking around, still not sitting at the table. [color=8493ca]"Where's Roxy?"[/color]