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Camp Verde, Arizona
Circa: 1991
Domino had been with X-Force for a couple days by that point. She'd rested up enough from her trip to join in with the practice that morning. Every inch of her body ached, but she ignored it, neither savoring the feeling of her freedom, and the ability to tire herself out, nor lamenting the aches that made still healing sore spots flare up violently.
Instead, she had gone straight to her shower, washing off with mechanical efficiency. She swept past the towel covered vanity, and tugged on a voluminous terrycloth robe, her hair wrapped in a towel to keep it out of her way.
She hummed a little as she set out her clothing, relishing this, at least. Nothing could make her happier than clean underwear and socks. You never appreciate the little things until you go without them for a year.
Circa: 1991
Domino had been with X-Force for a couple days by that point. She'd rested up enough from her trip to join in with the practice that morning. Every inch of her body ached, but she ignored it, neither savoring the feeling of her freedom, and the ability to tire herself out, nor lamenting the aches that made still healing sore spots flare up violently.
Instead, she had gone straight to her shower, washing off with mechanical efficiency. She swept past the towel covered vanity, and tugged on a voluminous terrycloth robe, her hair wrapped in a towel to keep it out of her way.
She hummed a little as she set out her clothing, relishing this, at least. Nothing could make her happier than clean underwear and socks. You never appreciate the little things until you go without them for a year.