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Save the last dance for me - Nikita and Jason spend a few minutes together on New Year's Even.

( Looking for somebody to kiss? )

My name is Nikita. Seven years ago, I was taken off Death Row and forced to be an assassin for an elite, covert ops unit of the U.S. government. They called it a second chance, a chance to right the wrongs I'd done. They lied. Four years ago, I got away and started over for real. I became a ghost, living off the grid, and striking from the shadows with my allies. The tide was turning, we had them against the ropes, but then they caught me and dropped me here, on a tropical island purgatory I can't leave or inside my mind. And they've been hunting me. Everyone says today's the day it all goes down. If we can just make it through til tomorrow, the nightmares will stop. Maybe they're right. But if this is Division, if this is Amanda, they made one fatal mistake. They gave me someone to fight for, they gave me Alex and Jason. And now they're screwed...

( Six down, Amanda's Gogol-fluffed Division to go and it's not even five a.m. )

[ooc: the final thread of this is locked to Nikita, Alex, and Jason and will take place in Division in dinosaur territory. Until then, feel free to encounter black-clad extremely well-trained Russian and English speaking assassins and/or Nikita anywhere else on the island. Note: warning for violence, murder, killing, death, but probably no torture or anything especially gruesome.]

My name is Nikita. Seven years ago, I was taken off Death Row and trained to be an assassin by a covert unit of the U.S. government, called Division. They said they were giving me a new life, a second chance to serve the country I'd wronged, but they lied. When I finally got free, I started over for real, dedicating myself to bringing them down, one mission at a time. Alone. So they couldn't kill anyone else I loved. Then others came to my aid and we were a team. Now, I'm trapped on some tropical purgatory where even the shadows have shadows, and no one else seems to see them. They've already got Michael, and taken Wolf, now Annie and Finnick are gone too. Everyone says 'what is, is' and 'theres's no escape'. They said that about Division, too. And it only took one, me, to prove them wrong...

( Hope may be the cruelest cut, but it's the pain that keeps her alive. )

My name is Nikita. I used to be a spy, an assassin for a covert unit of the U.S. government, but it went rogue and so did I. I've spent the last four years bringing them down one mission at a time. For more than a month, I've been stranded on a tropical island that's part purgatory, part prison colony, waiting for someone to come for me, but no one has. The only sign I have that they're even alive is the knife I found in the jungle. Michael's knife, my good luck charm; it always means the mission's not over, but how am I supposed to keep going if they're all gone?

( We've got him, sir. Michael's down. Confirmed kill )

My name is Nikita. Seven years ago, I was taken off Death Row by an elite covert unit of the U.S. Government called Division. They trained me to be an assassin, called it a new life and a chance to serve the country I'd wronged, but they lost their way and I escaped. For almost four years, I've been fighting to dismantle Division, to protect the innocent people of the world from the horrible things it did, horrible things I did for them. I haven't been alone...until now.

( She's as far off the grid as she's ever been. )

My name is Nikita. Eight years ago, I was a ex-junkie cop-killer on Death Row. As far as the world knows, I was executed September 3, 2004 by lethal injection. My death was faked by Division, a rogue unit of the U.S. government that forced me to be an assassin, and I've been a ghost ever since. Now I'm trapped on a tropical island that's part paradise, part purgatory, every day a reminder of the life I never had and the death I've been living for almost eight years. I'm lost...and it's up to me to find me.

( Today, when she wakes up, it hurts too much to breathe. )

My name is Nikita. I used to be a spy, an assassin for a covert unit of the U.S. government, but it went rogue and so did I. I've spent the last four years bringing them down one mission at a time. For fourteen days, I've been stranded on a tropical island that's part purgatory, part prison colony. They tell me no one can leave, even though people disappear all the time. That's what they said about Division, too. I have Michael's knife now and that always means the mission isn't over. It's time to breach the Compound...

( Nina LaFleur. Foreign war correspondent. )

My name is Nikita. Seven years ago I was taken off of Death Row and trained to be an assassin by a covert unit of the government called Division. Almost four years ago, I escaped and I've been hunted ever since. I fought back, taking apart Division's rogue missions one by one until they were the ones on the run. Thirteen days ago, I gave myself up to a psycho to save my people, and then Michael gave himself up to save me. He's dead, and it's my fault. It's all my fault...

( the peace of mind she hunts eludes her )

My name is Nikita. Four years ago, I escaped from a rogue unit of the government that took me off Death Row and trained me to be an assassin. I've been on the run, hunted, but fighting back ever since. With my partner Alex, my boyfriend Michael, and our best friend Birkhoff, I've been dismantling Division one mission at a time. Two years ago, one of Alex's group of recruits was scheduled for a suicide mission. Sara. It took a lot of convincing and more than a few threats, but we saved her. Five days ago, I rescued another young woman, but setting her free doesn't cut the ties of obligation. I put her out there; now I'm responsible for her...

( this is not the rogue spy you're looking for )

My name is Nikita. Seven years ago I was taken off of Death Row and trained to be an assassin by a covert unit of the government called Division. Almost four years ago, I escaped and I've been hunted ever since. I fought back, taking apart Division missions one by one until they were the ones on the run. Five days ago, I got captured by an old enemy determined to destroy me. I don't know if this is his doing, but if it is, he made a big mistake. Hurting Alex gave me something to live for, and now we're both getting out of here. Together.

( Her outfit's on the Lara Croft meets Daisy Duke end of the tacky spectrum )

My name is Nikita. Seven years ago I was taken off of Death Row and trained to be an assassin by a covert unit of the government called Division. Four years ago I escaped and I've been on the run, hunted, ever since. But I fought back, me and my partner Alex, our friend Birkhoff, my boyfriend Michael, ex-Guardian Owen, our CIA contact Ryan, and our Navy SEAL Sean, and we were saving lives, making a difference, until about five days ago I got captured and wound up here. I still don't know where here is, but no one's tried to kill me yet. It's only been five days, but in my world, that's a miracle...

( Either she's dead or she's not, but she is, actually, here )

[ooc: 5 days after arrival; planned for mutual exposition!]

My name is Nikita. Seven years ago I was taken off of Death Row and trained to be an assassin by a covert unit of the government called Division. Almost four years ago, I escaped and I've been hunted ever since. I fought back, taking apart Division missions one by one until they were the ones on the run. Twelve days ago somehow, someone took me out of the game and put me here on Tabula Rasa. They say there's no way off this island, no way out, but they said that about Division too...

( she's off to see the wizard )

My name is Nikita. Seven years ago I was taken off of Death Row and trained to be an assassin by a covert unit of the government called Division. Four years ago, I escaped and I've been hunted ever since. I thought I'd seen everything, every evil the most depraved human minds could dream up. I was wrong...

( Breaking the mind open like a geode so the glittering secrets come spilling out )

My name is Nikita. Seven years ago I was taken off of Death Row and trained to be an assassin by a covert unit of the government called Division. Almost four years ago, I escaped and I've been hunted ever since. But I haven't been alone, there are others who fight with me, like my partner, Alex, who I saved from the streets and trained to be my mole inside Division. Now she's here, on this strange island and she doesn't know me. They broke her, and when I find them, whoever they are, the last word they breathe before they die will be my name...

( there's blood, lots of blood in her hair and under her nails )

My name is Nikita. Seven years ago I was taken off of Death Row and trained to be an assassin by a covert unit of the government called Division. Five years ago, my boss, Percy, sent me to infiltrate an organization suspected of selling plutonium to terrorists by seducing the leader. We never found the plutonium, but I did take down Nicholas Brandt and paid him back for the domestic terrors I had to watch him inflict on defenseless women. Four years ago, I escaped Division and I've been on the run, hunted, fighting back where I can ever since. Less than a week ago, Percy set Brandt free to flush me out. He found me, Michael came for me, and we were both going to die, but somehow, I ended up here...

( she tries and tries and tries )

$ms_legendary: artsy broken (fractured and fragmented)$

My name is Nikita. Seven years ago I was taken off of Death Row and trained to be an assassin by a covert unit of the government called Division. Five years ago, my boss Percy sent me to Russia. Operation Pale Fire was supposed to take out the entire Udinov family, but I rebelled against my orders and saved thirteen year-old Alexandra. Almost four years ago, I escaped and I've been hunted ever since. I found Alex again and trained her to be my partner, to help her get her revenge against Division. We were joined in our fight by my best friend Birkhoff and my boyfriend Michael. Three days ago, I got caught. I don't know by whom, or where I am, but I have to find them again. I have to find Michael and Birkhoff and Alex...

( the edges cut but she only bleeds inside )

My name is Nikita. Seven years ago I was taken off of Death Row and trained to be an assassin by a covert unit of the government called Division. Five years ago, my boss, Percy, sent me to infiltrate an organization suspected of selling plutonium to terrorists by ‘getting close’ to the leader, Nicholas Brandt. I seduced Brandt and slept with him. After Brandt broke the arms of a woman to ‘motivate’ her husband, I took him down and asked Percy for five minutes alone with Brandt, no eyes on me, to show him there are women out there who can hurt him too. Now Percy set Brandt loose from prison to get to the plutonium we never found, and the sadistic bastard killed Senator Madeline Pierce, the last surviving member of Oversight, Sean’s mother, and our last hope for presidential pardons, just to flush me out. Brandt found me. And I’m going to make sure I’m the last person he ever lays a hand on...

( I was lost! I am lost! Michael... )