[i]"......Momma's gonna buy you a mockingbird.. and if that mockingbird don't sing..... Momma's gonna buy you a diamond ring..... I love you, my little Alexandria." "I love you momma." The girl giggled as the woman kissed her forehead, then leaning back to admire the fragile porcelain features of her daughter. Under the layers of covers and elaborate nightclothing, lay a girl of high status. As she looked, her mother disappeared in a puff of smoke, and she stood outside of a burning country house, lit by the friction of the chaos of a dozen scared souls. The woman's voice rose in pitch and tone as her cries of anguish -crying for her only family not with her- pierced the smoke and the pain of the humans inside. "ALEXANDRIA!" The little girl, covered in blood and dust, tried to speak, but could not. She reached, but her hand was not her own, the fur and paw strange and alien. Alexandria then could only watch in horror as she felt a jerk just between her shoulder blades as a needle found its way into her. She blinked, and saw whiteness. Dressed in only a thin paper sheet, her diminuative and frail body was covered in blood and vomit, as she had been doing so for a long period of time. Scientists laid her on a table, and ignored her cries for mercy as they ripped her open with scalpels and their knowledge. The last thing that reached for her was her mother, burned and bloodied and aghast at what her daughter had become, asking one thing "....Alexandria?"[/i] Alpha's eyes fluttered open, and she sat up, her hangover burning behind her eyes with a dull ache as she surveyed the inside of her ship. Blood and booze spattered the walls as the remnants of a drunken fight played out in her head, something about.....nothing, it was gone. She shook her head and went out onto the entrance ramp, sighing. With a shaking hand, her animalistic yet rather doll-like fingers took a cigarette out of the dwindiling pack she always carried, and Alpha flicked her fingers in a single motion as a small flame lit the end of the newly aquired addiction. Smoke curled from the end and from her lips as she removed the burning rod, and the girl looked out onto the Dojo and the burnt out husk of a city before it with her usual unenthusiastic distaste. Despite the christmas festivities, she was alone and hurting. Mentally, her mind burned with a hundred memories not her own, not to mention the wrongdoings of her own she had committed. Emotionally, she still stung from the loss of Pandora due to her own mistakes, and her denial of the fact. Yet deep down, she knew she was at fault, no matter what justifications played across her mind. Physically, she gave up on recording that one. Bruises, aches, and pains all flared up whenever she moved, a side effect of letting her mouth run faster than her brain. So deep her reverie, that she failed to notice the newcomer. Something that always happened, given the fact that nobody in the Dojo seemed to care about minding their own business. [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]