<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/>The worn boots pressed against the briefing room table with a non-chalant air.  Polished had been used on them a time or two, the rubber soles kept up while the surface diminished beneath time.  To the casual onlooker they seemed in disrepair while those familiar with the importance of footwear could see how worn and comfortable they would be for the long haul.  Domino had broken these boots in on the streets of Chicago and earned her stripes with them kicking in teeth.  Long legs were pulled back to her lithe frame.  Denim tightened around her thighs and hips, twisting with her movements in the chair.  Then her leg extended so that her chair tilted back from the table.  An act of balance kept her perched while stretched out to the table.  One hand went down to slap her stomach while she made an exaggerated stretch.  A glance was given to Deadpool with a rude gesture to follow.  The feet of the chair came down to the ground again but she still kept her casual grace.<br/><br/>Slowly she let her gaze drift from one member to the next.  White skin seemed to glow in the light of the room, displaying just how truly odd the coloration was compared to others.  The black tattoo over her the only break in the marble expanse of her flesh.  Black lips fixed themselves into a distinct smirk of a content nature, as if she were simply amused to be here.  A few of the people she recognized with a few having rewards for capture.  Absently she wondered if Deadpool was considering how profitable a one night clean up here could be for their bank accounts.  Of course that would also be very hazardous to their health considering not only the prowess of the marks but also the security here.  Old habits die hard though and so her mind worked over the angles.<br/><br/>When another made to sit down in a similar fashion to herself, she let her head lull to the side.  Partially up-side down, she glanced at Wolverine with a goofy smirk.<strong>“Well hello handsome.  Nice haircut.”</strong>There was an odd laugh from her throat, a laugh that bore no girlish charm and was instead filled only with trouble.<br/>