When Dominique woke up, it took her another long moment to realize why her left arm felt weird. She opened her eyes and saw the harsh grey of the metal. She flexed the robotic hand a few times, inspecting the joints and how they worked together to seamlessly complete each movement. Dom didn't even realize someone was in the room with her until she heard the sound of a shower being turned off. Rolling over, Dominique tilted her head up, seeing the door of what seemed to be the bathroom open just a sliver, steam trailing out of it. Sitting up Dominique looked down at her still topless torso, the grey sports bra the only thing covering the two red marks in Dom's chest. Laying on the desk across the decently sized room was a new shirt that was Dom's size, as well as a note saying 'I hope you are feeling well, I'll be seeing you in a few hours for dinner. ~H' Dominique grinned at the letter, knowing 'H' obviously meant Henry.
Pulling the prison uniform shirt over her self, Dominique managed to easily slide her new arm through the sleeve, as if nothing had changed. Although Dominique would never admit this to Luxuria, but it felt nice to be able to move her arm freely again, not in a sling burning painfully. The only thing that was really any different were the sore stitches in her shoulder, as well as the affected area in general. Dominique decided to play around with her new freedom again, grabbing the chair with her left hand, and lifting it up. Despite it being metal against metal, the grip was strong enough so the chair didn't swing around, or slip. Upon further inspection Dominique realized that there was a layer of what seemed to be textured silicone, or flexible plastic. Grinning to herself, Dominique kept picking up and setting down the chair, until eventually she picked the chair up so enthusiastically that she threw it across the room like it was a pillow. The chair smashed into the wall right next to the door of the bathroom.
Not only was there a very visible dent in the dry wall, but the chair back seemed to bend a bit in the corner. Dominique quickly leapt forward, picking up the chair and throwing it smoothly back into its place right as the door opened to reveal a half dried Robin in nothing but a towel. His hair was a mess, and there was still water dripping down his chest. Dominique gingerly smiled to her new partner, giving a little wave with her good hand. "Hiya," She giggled. Robin smiled back, although his eyes undoubtedly glanced at her arm. Dominique put it behind her back, her self esteem faltering slightly. "I'm still gettin' use to it... It's much stronger then my other arm," Dom commented with a shrug.
Robin went back into the bathroom to finish getting dressed while Dominique lay back down on her bunk, staring up at the bottom of the top bunk. Dom's mind started to wander, focusing on what the next couple of weeks would be like. The fighting on its own was grueling, but now Dominique not only has to fight twice a week, but she'll have to deal with painful 'conditioning' as well. She had absolutely no idea how she was going to stay sane, other then keep close to Robin and hope they both can fuel each other. Robin had finished getting dressed, coming out of the bathroom and sitting down on the now slightly bent chair. The two caught up on the past week, Dominique explaining how she avenged her father, and talked about Henry. Dom learned what she was going to expect for the next week, which was going to be a mixture of pain and more pain, it seemed. Slowly the conversation lead towards their life outside of the Institution. Dominique told Robin about her family, how she was in collage, getting a degree in engineering, and she ended up explaining how she could easily modify the new addition to her body.
The two easily talked for three hours before there was the sound of someone walking up to their door. There was a beeping of buttons, and then Henry appeared on the other side of the door, looking happy to see Dominique. Dom grinned at her befriended guard, sitting up in her bed. "Sam told me you broke Luxuria's wrist?" Henry raised an eyebrow. Dominique gave a sheepish grin to both Henry and Robin, trying not to giggle. "I swear it was an accident." Henry scoffed, glancing to Robin with a familiar scared look. He backed out of the doorway to let Dom and Robin out, motioning for them to walk. Robin and Dominique continued to talk, Dom making an effort to include Henry in some of the conversation, although Henry seemed too intimidated by Robin to say much other then "Oh, yeah." and "I mean I guess." Eventually the three got to the dinning area, which was different from the other newbie lunch room. This one seemed nicer, with more food choices and actual chairs to sit in, not typical lunchroom benches. Dominique didn't realize how hungry she was, having not eaten for almost two days. She piled her food high, thanking her new strength in her left arm for being able to carry the over loaded tray. Sitting down with Robin, the two dug in happily, both of them smiling and laughing, care free, for the first time in two weeks.
Pulling the prison uniform shirt over her self, Dominique managed to easily slide her new arm through the sleeve, as if nothing had changed. Although Dominique would never admit this to Luxuria, but it felt nice to be able to move her arm freely again, not in a sling burning painfully. The only thing that was really any different were the sore stitches in her shoulder, as well as the affected area in general. Dominique decided to play around with her new freedom again, grabbing the chair with her left hand, and lifting it up. Despite it being metal against metal, the grip was strong enough so the chair didn't swing around, or slip. Upon further inspection Dominique realized that there was a layer of what seemed to be textured silicone, or flexible plastic. Grinning to herself, Dominique kept picking up and setting down the chair, until eventually she picked the chair up so enthusiastically that she threw it across the room like it was a pillow. The chair smashed into the wall right next to the door of the bathroom.
Not only was there a very visible dent in the dry wall, but the chair back seemed to bend a bit in the corner. Dominique quickly leapt forward, picking up the chair and throwing it smoothly back into its place right as the door opened to reveal a half dried Robin in nothing but a towel. His hair was a mess, and there was still water dripping down his chest. Dominique gingerly smiled to her new partner, giving a little wave with her good hand. "Hiya," She giggled. Robin smiled back, although his eyes undoubtedly glanced at her arm. Dominique put it behind her back, her self esteem faltering slightly. "I'm still gettin' use to it... It's much stronger then my other arm," Dom commented with a shrug.
Robin went back into the bathroom to finish getting dressed while Dominique lay back down on her bunk, staring up at the bottom of the top bunk. Dom's mind started to wander, focusing on what the next couple of weeks would be like. The fighting on its own was grueling, but now Dominique not only has to fight twice a week, but she'll have to deal with painful 'conditioning' as well. She had absolutely no idea how she was going to stay sane, other then keep close to Robin and hope they both can fuel each other. Robin had finished getting dressed, coming out of the bathroom and sitting down on the now slightly bent chair. The two caught up on the past week, Dominique explaining how she avenged her father, and talked about Henry. Dom learned what she was going to expect for the next week, which was going to be a mixture of pain and more pain, it seemed. Slowly the conversation lead towards their life outside of the Institution. Dominique told Robin about her family, how she was in collage, getting a degree in engineering, and she ended up explaining how she could easily modify the new addition to her body.
The two easily talked for three hours before there was the sound of someone walking up to their door. There was a beeping of buttons, and then Henry appeared on the other side of the door, looking happy to see Dominique. Dom grinned at her befriended guard, sitting up in her bed. "Sam told me you broke Luxuria's wrist?" Henry raised an eyebrow. Dominique gave a sheepish grin to both Henry and Robin, trying not to giggle. "I swear it was an accident." Henry scoffed, glancing to Robin with a familiar scared look. He backed out of the doorway to let Dom and Robin out, motioning for them to walk. Robin and Dominique continued to talk, Dom making an effort to include Henry in some of the conversation, although Henry seemed too intimidated by Robin to say much other then "Oh, yeah." and "I mean I guess." Eventually the three got to the dinning area, which was different from the other newbie lunch room. This one seemed nicer, with more food choices and actual chairs to sit in, not typical lunchroom benches. Dominique didn't realize how hungry she was, having not eaten for almost two days. She piled her food high, thanking her new strength in her left arm for being able to carry the over loaded tray. Sitting down with Robin, the two dug in happily, both of them smiling and laughing, care free, for the first time in two weeks.