<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>Briefing Room<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Deadpool, Tony Stark, Captain American or Storm<br/><hr/><br/>The promise of toys was enough to pull her from the cushioned seat.  Eyes widened at the indication of new toys, ones exclusive to the worldwide fame of Stark Industries. One of a kind toys from one of the most infamous weapons manufacturers of its time, what girl could say no.  Diamonds be damned, guns were Domino’s best friend.  After all they were a great accessory with almost anything, except maybe a cocktail dress.  Booted feet hit the ground with a distinctive thud of enthusiasm.  Her slim frame moving behind Deadpool.  One hand moved to grasp him by the back of his red outfit, moving to drag him back from the illustrious Tony Stark.<br/><br/>“Many thanks and pardons.  We need a tighter muzzle for him.  Come on Mouth, let’s go shopping.  Somebody with a key open the doors!  We’re coming to play.”<br/>