<div class="floatleft">(http://mimg.ugo.com/200906/22909/cuts/domino_288x288.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name/Alias:</strong>Domino<br/><strong>Origin:</strong>Breeding<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dorm Room Commons Area<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Deadpool, any at the elevators<br/><hr/><br/>Fingers flexed around the air of her empty hands.  The feel and weight of her pistols desired, longed for in this situation while around her Kenny G played.  Softly her toe tapped to the floor while the music hummed onward with a peaceful bent.  More than likely to keep frustrated people calm before they rushed off to work.  A sharp sniff was given as she detected the scent of vanilla in the elevator.  Impressive, they really did think of everything at this place.  Around her the world eased in its flow and the ding of the elevator announced her arrival.  One finger smashed the button for the floor Deadpool had made his attack from while the other pressed on the hold door button.  She had purposefully stopped a couple of floors down so that she would have time for him.  The tapping of her foot continued in her mind as she timed the elevator's rise to the next few floors.<br/><br/>Domino's body slammed through the stairwell door with all the vengeance of a woman with murder in her eyes.  Adrenal pumped hard in her veins.  For most people this might make them sloppy but for her this only forced her focus.  One hand pushed the door aside as the other lifted the pistol from behind her jacket.  The black grip of a Walther PPQ was cradled in her hand now.  Soft grip molded to her fingers while the stairs beneath her were taken two at a time.  Expert hands knew already the weight of her loaded weapon and her black lips filled out into a smile of devilish delight.  Pearly white teeth flashed a predator's grin when she came to the stairwell door.  Her free hand came to rest on the metal handle of the door.  Mouth suddenly dry, she felt the touch of fear.  Deadpool was not some bar room brawl or local thug.  He was the real deal.  The Mouth had put more people in coffins than she had, but then again she was on hiatus until now.<br/><br/>Fingers flexed now around the polymer grip.  Odds were not in her favor, but then again she wouldn't be Domino if they were.  The elevator dinged to take passengers and softly she pried open the door of the stairwell.  Knees were bent to keep her body low, rushing around the parting entry at an impressive rush.  The gun lead her forward with her free hand close at hand in case he was standing there to take the weapon from her.  Eyes immediately cleared one corner and then a sharp turn was given to examine the space behind the door as it closed with a soft click.  The sound of aimless chatter told her civilians were close by and she had no doubt Deadpool would use them for cover.  Same thing she would do.<br/><br/>The pistol was now held in both hands as she made her way toward the elevator, knowing that he must have noticed her absence by now.  Let those nerves ease up some just before the action.  Proper planning would have allowed her to find a better venue than right out in the open, but of course she hadn't expected to be shot at on her first day.  Especially not by the likes of him.  Eyes moved to see people gathering at the elevators, the civilians judging from their dress.  Part of her mind wondered if these were others like herself.  Of course none of them were holding a pistol in their hands so that did set her apart from them in some respect.<br/><br/>Somehow she doubted the people would stay quiet after seeing such an image.  So time pressured her forward around the corner.  The pistol rising upward while using the confusion of the elevator and the gathered people to gain an element of surprise.  Eyes pushed through the sudden change of scenery and images to acquire her target.  Dressed to impress in his legendary garb.  No trouble finding that target.<br/><br/>Fair was fair though and she felt a warning was in order.<br/><br/><strong><em>"Time to shut you up Mouth."  </em> </strong><br/><br/>A press of the trigger sent the first round high.  Warning shot, clearing shot to make the inexperienced duck for cover.  Everyone ducked when gunfire started to talk.  Something about invisible bits of metal flying through the air made people skittish.  So she gave them the grace of a warning even though she knew Deadpool was not the sort of prey to play nice.  A .40 S&W round speed through the air to sink into the ceiling above the target's position.  Domino packed as much power as she could in the frame of the Walther.  The hollow point mushroomed out on impact to cut a section of the ceiling away.  Her aim readjusted now to focus her sights on his center mass.<br/><br/>Tap, tap, dead was what they said in school.<br/>