<div class="floatleft">(http://images1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20051103202816/marveldatabase/images/8/80/Domino_007.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name/Alias:</strong>Domino<br/><strong>Origin:</strong>Breeding<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Staging Area<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Deadpool, Captain America, Ares, Scarlet Queen and those assembled<br/><hr/><br/>Cute was the first thought that entered Domino’s mind when Iceman stepped forward to claim a date.  Pretty boys had never really been an option in her life, but they certainly held an appeal as an untapped and untried resource.  A slow smirk pulled at the edges of her black painted lips, twisting them into something that seemed both alluring and arrogant.  Eyes flickered down Iceman’s body before settling on his face with a new appreciation for the male figure.  Smoke lifted from her lips as she blew another drag of her cigarette into the air between them, only to find the face of Deadpool there when the air cleared.  Her nose wrinkled sharply and she nearly coughed at the closeness of the man.<br/><br/><strong>“Gah, do you ever shutup!?”</strong>The still lit cigarette was flicked from her fingertips toward the man.  A stray bit of air conditioner breeze mysteriously carrying the seemingly frail device a lot further than any could anticipate.  A flash of a smoldered cigarette butt struck Deadpool’s retreating form before she turned back toward Iceman.<strong>“Don’t worry about him handsome.  You keep talking all sweet to me and we’ll see how lucky we get tonight eh?”</strong><br/><br/>The roar of Ares was not unexpected, but the attitude of the shorter man was certainly a surprise.  Long blades flashed into her vision and were filed away in her mind as something of interest.  Teeth pressed together and she absently wished she had not thrown the cigarette away so prematurely.  Another waste on Deadpool.  One hand moved to brush the grip of her carbine, the other rising upward to touch the clasp just beneath the barrel.  Absently she played the scenario in her mind, but already people were stepping in to stop the coming fight.  A piece of ass seemed enough to cool Ares down, which was a surprise as well.  Another thing to keep in mind.<br/><br/>A small figure made itself known to Domino, causing the white skinned woman to cross her eyes for a moment.  Brows furrowed downward as she tried to focus for a moment, discerning what exactly was speaking to her.  Domino tilted her head to the side slightly as she realized this was the woman with her question about boots.  The wrinkled nose developed into pursed lips that suddenly blew the acrid scent of a smoker’s breath over the small woman.<br/><br/><strong>“Holy shit, I do believe in fairies.  I do.”</strong>She gave a small laugh and then turned toward the rest of the group before moving toward the hangar.<strong> “Who the hell invited Tinkerbell?”</strong><br/><br/><strong>“All seriousness, stay close and stay frosty.  Sounds like we’re going straight into the shit without much time lost.  Watch your corners and keep quiet.  We’re going quiet till the last second and when we go noisy it’ll be shock and awe for as long as we can.  Got it?”</strong>