Description: A challenge has arrived for Domino! He's to fight the mysterious 'Angel Papillion' out by Southtown's airport. Alexis has gone to great lengths to set up this match, masking herself from the wrestler. The most difficult thing for her isn't so much avoiding being hit, or trying to actually do damage to him... it's remaining silent and carefully masking her accent so she can keep up the facade! (Winner: Drake)
A conversation the other night, followed by the subsequent video-watching and giggling with Vanka gave a certain young gymnast an idea. Instead of watching Domino fight, she'd challenge him! Alexis doesn't care that he's better trained for fighting than she is, or that she'll probably lose. Fact is, she's almost betting on losing but she figures he's the type that'll likely get a kick out of a fan challenging him!
Immediately after her training today, she hurried off to register herself with the Neo League, giving the name 'Angel Papillion' as the name with which to issue the challenge with. That's when they handed her a sheet of paper with a time and a location printed upon it, promising to have the camera crews there.
Since it's at the airport, there's no way Alexis is going to be lost! She's been back and forth to the Southtown airport quite frequently lately, and it's likely the only place she could tell you how to get to without even batting a lash. Thus, she's here early. Very early. Huddling under an over-sized warm-up jacket, hands fiddling with an elaborate cloth mask that's resting on her nose. The mask is created with the same seafoam green coloring as the rest of the outfit, accented with blacks and golds and designed in the shape of a butterfly -- or papillion if one prefers.
Biting on her lower lip, she paces back and forth over a small strip of grass outside of the airport, trying her best not to shiver.
And the camera crew -is- here... they're just setting up, is all. And in the meantime, Drake has taken the opportunity to call up Alexis to let her know that he'll be fighting tonight, when, and where. So's she can come and watch, as she so desperately wanted to last night. But alas, he got no answer. So he just left a voicemail.
As for this Angel Papillion? Drake knows absolutely nothing about her. Doesn't mean he won't accept her challenge, though. A match is a match, and he needs a good workout anyway.
Even still, he's taking his time arriving. He prefers the audience to be in place first. So where exactly is he? Why, he's perched on the wing of a docked airplane, robe bound about his torso, hood pulled over his visage, trying to hide until the right moment...
It may be a very good thing that Alexis left her cell phone back in her dorm room. At least a ringing phone isn't going to give her away! Stretching her body backward, she watches the camera crew do their thing. Doesn't take them too long, just a few wires to run and some lights to set up so that when the sun disappears entirely the fighters will still be seen.
This is all actually very intriguing to her, since she's never fought in a "professional" manner before. Distracted by the scene as a whole, she's not even noticed the model's arrival. Drinking everything in, she spots a friendly face in the growing crowd and waves toward her, receiving a thumbs-up sign in return.
When the camera crew finishes, one of the men wanders over to her and whispers something in her ear. This gets a double-nod from the bubbly, but somewhat nervous girl. Another crewman makes his way toward the docked airplane and motions to Domino that things are about to start.
'Angel' removes her jacket, tossing it with little ceremony toward the ground after extracting something from the pocket. The instant the cool evening air hits her body, she shivers and works through a series of stretches in order to keep herself warm. With a graceful leap upward, she lands upon one of the large posts that are at the edge of the fighting area. Balancing atop it, she brings both hands up to her face and blows gently upon them, sending a spray of butterfly sequin out at the audience before executing a perfect double-back-flip and landing within the cordoned off area.
Domino has been spotted! Dang! So much for dramatic entry. So the crewman is given a sort of bland look for his trouble. Domino doesn't need to be told when the fight's ready to start! What do they take him for, an amateur? Bah.
But the girl is notably flipping around and preening. Now's a good time to make his own entrance. Domino raises to his full height on the plane wing, and he turns to backflip off of it. He lands in the center of the cordoned 'ring' in a dramatic crouch, robe flaring out around him. He raises to his full height again, then suddenly whirls around to face the audience, robe swept off into his right hand and cast out into the crowd in the same movement. The crisp Fall evening doesn't seem to be effecting Domino too terribly much as he's without shiver, despite bare torso. His tail of his white sash whisks about in the breeze as his right fist lifts triumphantly to the audience, radiant smile worn.
And finally, Domino turns to face his challenger, fists setting to his hips. "So.. Angel Papillion, huh? Never heard of you." His right hand wafts about dismissively. "Give it your best shot. I'm not much for holdin' back."
COMBATSYS: Drake has started a fight here.
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Drake 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Alexis has joined the fight here.
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Drake 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Alexis
Alexis is good at flipping around and preening. It's what she's known for, after all. She is not used to people swooping in from above though, and when Domino makes his entrance, the peridot eyes behind the mask just stare in awe.
The crowd must think the same thing too, after watching both fighters make very dramatic backflips into the fight-zone. They're already cheering, even though they're not a super-large crowd like one might find at the arenas.
A voice comes out of nowhere, announcing both fighters and calling for the fight to begin. Excited as she is, 'Angel' jumps the gun upon hearing that and pivots her body sharply away from Domino, her left leg extending as she does so. Spinning herself inward she cracks her leg out toward his torso in a speedy manner reminiscent of a snapping whip.
COMBATSYS: Alexis successfully hits Drake with Petite Fouette.
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Drake 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Alexis
The sudden burst of.. well.. aggression from the girl wasn't really what Domino had expected when he said to give it her best shot. He didn't mean right -then-. So for his trouble, he finds a foot whacking into his chest, getting a soft 'oof' from the model. He staggers a step back from her and squints his eyes a little. Uppity little thing!
He's immediately closing back in with her, though, figuring straight up punishment will likely be sufficient for this match. As such.. he just attempts to grab ahold of her around the waist and yank her in towards him. If captured, he begins to squeeze and crush the girl's torso against his, attempting to grind her in a fierce bearhug.
COMBATSYS: Alexis dodges Drake's Blackout.
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Drake 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Alexis
OoOoOh! Alexis just watched him perform a move like this on YouTube last night! Preparing herself for his attempted latching, she drops herself down into a backward tumble, managing to get herself right out of his way.
No comment comes from her as she rolls right up to her feet in a graceful manner and twists her body around with a little hop-kick as she faces him once more. 'Angel' rushes in at him then, attempting to use his shoulders for a vault-mount so that she can leap up onto the closest post. Before releasing his shoulders, she tries to use the advantage she might gain from attempting this to fling him toward the ropes and cause him to lose his balance.
COMBATSYS: Alexis successfully hits Drake with Quick Throw.
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Drake 0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0 Alexis
Domino wasn't honestly expecting her to move fast enough to avoid that. But unfortunately, it seems to have lined him right up to get shoved to the ground. He hits with a grunt.. and that one actually hurt a bit. And the girl? She's starting to agitate him.
Domino pushes himself back up to his feet and turns around quickly while she's at the post, attempting to grab her by an ankle to quickly and decisively swing her body in an arc and smash her against the ground. Harsh, but quick.
COMBATSYS: Alexis dodges Drake's Medium Throw.
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Drake 0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0 Alexis
Spying the hand coming for her ankle, Alexis tries to show off a little and leaps up into the air and over him, to land on the ground in a crouch behind him. She's not trying to agitate him, really. She's just trying to stay alive. She's watched his fights, she /knows/ how much he can hurt her if he gets his hands on her.
While his back is still to her, she cartwheels herself toward him trying to kick her feet into his back and push him forward again. Should this hit him, she falls to the ground from the force of the impact.
COMBATSYS: Drake counters Light Kick from Alexis with Solar Eclipse.
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Drake 0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0 Alexis
Domino watches the girl sail over, and.. well, he's had about enough of -that-. He just turns around to watch her trajectory, and her next maneuver just plays too well into a favored technique. He weaves aside a little to avoid the initial foot-strike, but his left arm hooks between the girl's legs and his right arm hooks over her left shoulder. Still keeping with her momentum from the cartwheel, he hoists her into the air and pivots over, dropping her onto her back and landing his torso across hers for a powerslam.
But afterwards, he raises back to his feet and backs up by a foot or two, amethyst eyes still narrowed on the girl.
Missing one powerful move in favor of getting hit by another, Alexis shrieks very girlishly as she careens toward the ground. The impact of his body gets her struggling beneath him, trying to push him off of her. She draws her lower lip between her teeth to keep from crying out with a French exclamation. She doesn't want him to know it's her just yet!
With him backing away from her, 'Angel' takes a moment to breathe deeply replenishing the oxygen within her body before she sits up. When she does, she pivots around and then bridges her body backward. Kicking her legs upward and outward toward him, she pushes off of the ground and makes a valiant attempt at locking her legs around his neck. Should the lock-up happen, she proceeds from there and just lets her body dangle from his neck, attempting to choke him as she reaches toward the ground.
COMBATSYS: Drake counters Kip de Pon from Alexis with Blackout.
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Drake 0/-------/--=====|======-\-------\0 Alexis
Domino waits patiently, but expectantly while the girl takes a second getting back up. He then hunkers immediately into a wrestling stance, feet spreading shoulders' width apart, hunkering forward just slightly, hands lifted and fingers splayed at the ready. And the next thing he knows is the girl's kind'a flipping at him over again. Those grabby hands go into action, grabbing her at the thighs to push her body up a little more before her legs can clamp around his neck. And thus when she's in the air, his arms catch her suddenly around the stomach. The previously-attempted bearhug has a bit more finesse than one from your average wrestler, apparently. Hence why Domino has taken to naming his the Blackout. Once his arms have locked around her stomach, fit as she may be, he begins crushing her abdominals excruciatingly, concaving her stomach inwards. He has no apparent intent to relent on this hold, perfectly willing to grind away at her midsection until she gives up, passes out, or somehow slithers free.
Peridot eyes go wide as her little kip up is intercepted. Alexis immediately tries to free herself by slithering down out of the hold, but Domino seems to have a firm grip upon her addominals. Jerking her body about from left to right, she tries to force herself free of his grasp, but to no avail.
Behind the butterfly mask, tears of pain are welling up but she's so terrified of crying out and letting him know it's her that she forces herself to hold back all but a whimper. Now, she might try to reverse the hold, but he's a bit taller than she is and her hands aren't quite reaching the ground. No flipping around for her at this point, so she balls her hands up into tiny fists and swings them backward, trying to pummel them into a sweet spot near his knee and bring him down to the ground.
COMBATSYS: Drake dodges Alexis' Quick Punch.
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Drake 0/-------/--=====|======-\-------\0 Alexis
Domino just crushes and squeezes on the girl's midsection, even as she starts to whimper. She should be tapping out any second now-.. oh, wait. Fists! She starts swinging and flailing around at him, and Domino just shuffles about, not having a hard time keeping her from effectively bopping him at all. Punching backwards at legs is kind've difficult to do.
But after a couple seconds of this dodging, Domino just decides to see if he can't finish her off quick and easy. The arms remain locked around her stomach, and he attempts to lock her neck between his thighs. And if captured, he simply drops to a seated position to piledrive the girl. Of course, after the hit, he releases the muscly little thing to flop however she will.
COMBATSYS: Alexis parries Drake's Fast Throw!
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Drake 0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\0 Alexis
Eep! If he keeps squeezing on her like this, she's going to have to give up! His arms stay locked about her stomach, but she's having none of it when he tries to squish her neck between his thighs! Alexis manages to wiggle herself to freedom, forcing his grip to loosen about her as she tumbles out of the hold just before he manages to plop himself down into a seated position.
Rolling back several feet, she rushes at him again diving into a somersault. As she comes out of it right in front of him, she attempts to drag his heavier body up and over her shoulder as she rolls into a backsault.
COMBATSYS: Drake parries Alexis' Quick Throw EX!
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Drake 0/-------/-======|=======\-------\0 Alexis
Domino.. plops onto a seated position with nothing in his arms. He furrows his brow and quickly hops back up to his feet, preparing himself for the girl's next attack. She seems to be more at sorts with herself right now, so suffice to say, he's expecting her to retaliate quickly.
The girl doesn't disappoint him, either. She somersaults towards the professional wrestler, and.. Domino grabs her right as she's coming out of it! He doesn't slam her or anything, though. He has better ideas. So instead, he just shoves her along her way, landing the girl on her back. Now hopefully the heavy hits and the confusing redirection will keep her grounded and vulnerable as she is. Because immediately afterwards, Domino rushes to the edge of the 'ring' and hops atop the closest post. He balances keenly atop it, and his right fist thrusts into the air firmly, signaling a finisher. His fans in the crowd immediately know what's coming, so there's a collective gasp and tense anticipation.
Decisively not letting his fans down, Domino springs into the air in a backflip. For the first rotation, his body is tightly curled up to pick up momentum. The second rotation ends with his arms and legs splaying, pulling his sixpacked abdomen taut and firm for impact across Alexis' own sixpacked abdomen. The high-risk moonsault finisher, Darkside Slam, is thusly delivered.
COMBATSYS: Drake successfully hits Alexis with Darkside Slam EX.
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Drake 0/-------/=======|=======\====---\1 Alexis
Perhaps Alexis is a little overconfident at the moment, due to how the fight started out. The redirection doesn't confuse her so much, and as she focuses on the "routine", the gymnast watches Domino hop up onto the post. Blinking at this, she rolls her knees upward and is about to sit when she hears the gasp from the crowd. Thinking (wrongly) that her mask is slipping, she slides her hands up to adjust it.
That's when she spots the back-flip coming directly toward her. She watches the execution of the first flip, in awe. By the time he's moving into the second flip it's really too late for her to move as he's on the descent. On impact, her body is forced to expel all of the air in her lungs and she groans a little. Left in a slightly dazed manner, it almost looks like young 'Angel Papillion' is done for.
Until she pushes herself out from under him with a girlish grunt and tries to push him off of her. Once she's out from under him, she attempts to latch her arms around his waist and yank him up for a modified version of a piledriver hold.
COMBATSYS: Drake dodges Alexis' Arabian Frontflip.
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Drake 0/-------/=======|===----\-------\0 Alexis
Domino relies on the splash to have finished off this.. Angel Papillion girl. He also kind've expects the audience to count off a pin, even thoguh it isn't wrestling. Thus he stays overtop her and offers a V-for-victory sign, along with a wink to the crowd. Surely the official will come over and verify that the girl is done for and finished...
But she's pushing him right off! Domino makes an 'erf' noise and tumbles over, eyes widened in a bit of confusion. He pushes himself back up to his full height and prepares to resume his match with the girl.. but she's got her arms looped around him! He quickly grabs her arms and detangles himself, stepping back quickly.
But after this, he's immediately closing on her again, attempting to get her in a forward headlock under his left arm. If caught, he sets her left arm behind his neck, and his right hand grabs ahold of her skirt. If caught, he first goes to ram his knee into her stomach sharply to soften her up. He then attempts to yank her body upside-down into the air in a suspended suplex. He keeps her propped up for a second or two to allow the blood to rush to her head.. and he finally drops back, slamming her back down squarely against the ground.
COMBATSYS: Drake successfully hits Alexis with Combo Throw.
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Drake 1/-------/=======|=======\-------\0 Alexis
Alexis was really counting on that working! He may be heavier than her, but she's no slouch in the muscle department! She even helps lug around her equipment from time to time, so lifting one-hundred-and-fifty plus pounds shouldn't be too much of a feat!
He surprises her by detangling himself from her attempted grasp. Squeaking loudly as he catches her in the headlock, she flails her arms around until he manages to get those too. As the knee impacts with her stomach, she feels as though she wants to vomit. She manages not to though. Blood rushing to her head makes the gymnast extremely dizzy, and there's a fiery pain shooting along her spine from the slam that comes at the end of the suplex.
Barely able to move, she forces herself to "finish" this routine. Shakily, she backs away from him trying to regain a little of the confidence she's just lost. The tumbles come easy for her, despite the pain. Systematically, she gently drops into a forward salto and continues with two additional somersaults as she advances on him. Instead of plowing right into him, she draws herself up to her feet balancing on her right while her left extends out high behind her. Reaching down to the ground, her hands attempt to grab him by the ankles and yank him up off of the ground before she drops him.
Once the attempt is done though, 'Angel Papillion' falls gracefully to her knees, bowing her head to signal that she can no longer continue.
COMBATSYS: Alexis can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Drake counters Needle Scale from Alexis with Solar Eclipse.
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After delivering the hard'n heavy suplex, Domino kips back up to his feet and turns to face his feminine opponent. But the.. could-be gymnast, could-be luchadore is bringing herself up to her feet again. And then she begins with the somersaults, causing the model to quirk an obsidian eyebrow at her. He tenses his muscles, readying himself to grapple and lock up with the girl...
And his opportunity comes when she comes close to bashing right into him. He leans down quickly with the original intention to just pick up the ball-of-femme.. but she unfurls, and her arms present themselves, so he grabs ahold of her left wrist with his right hand and he yanks her on up to her feel height, her without his ankles. His left arm hooks between her legs, and utilizing her momentum, he lifts her up and drives her over onto her battered back again, landing his sixpacked abs once more across her own fit sixpack.
And Domino remains atop her like this, waiting for some official to call the match a close, or to count a pin, or something. He's pretty sure she can't be getting back up after -this-..
And here, Alexis thought she might have had one last chance for glory. One last chance to give it her all, and show him what she's made of. He moves too swiftly though, and before she's really aware of what's happening she feels her back slamming down onto the cold grass once more. Whimpering, she tries to shift her weight around and just as she finds a more comfortable position, his body pinwheels over hers again knocking the wind out of her.
'Angel Papillion' is down for the count, which the crowd very readily supplies. Just as they shout "Three!", a voice crackles out of nowhere again and calls the fight. "Winner... DOMINO!"
And Domino stays atop the girl right up until they give the three-count and he's declared winner. Afterwards, Domino springs up to his feet and rushes to the perimeter of the 'ring', and his fists thrust into the air in victory. Bright, charming smile is worn as he slaps and shakes a few hands of the closest audience members. After a few seconds of this, he suddenly backflips to stand more center-ring beside Angel Papillion. His left hand sets to a hip, and he whisks his right hand through his bangs, flashing the audience - and cameras - a roguish smile.
After a few seconds of this preening though, he turns to look down at his masked opponent. "Y'okay?," he asks, all smiles.
While Domino rushes the perimeter of the 'ring' claiming his victory, Alexis tries to regain her composure. Breathing in and out at a steady pace, she lays there until the world stops spinning and her head becomes less dizzy.
She does not answer him.
At least not verbally. Pushing herself up to lean back on her elbows, she dips her head in a demure little nod and then slides her hands along the grass until they rest behind her. Forcing all of her weight down upon her arms, she hovers her rear above the ground momentarily while her feet find purchase on the grass. Once they do, she draws herself to full height and gives a teeny, sheepish wave to the crowd and cameras to let them know she survived.
COMBATSYS: Drake has ended the fight here.
Domino seems okay with that response of hers. He just smiles at her all the more brightly. She's okay! He didn't over-do it or anything! And when she's risen and given a teensy wave to the crowd, he can't help but take a shine to the girl. She's a good sport! How 'bout that? He attempts to take her left wrist into his right hand to lift it into the air, his other hand gesturing at her in one of those 'ain't she great?' kind'a gestures. And this, of course, gets more applause from the audience. She did put on a good showing! All acrobatic and tumbly and such.
Next time, she'll just have to put on a better showing, is all! Alexis is about to yank her wrist from his hand when he lifts it into the air. The applause gets to her though and she sends out another sheepish grin and tiny little wave with her right hand. Looking down at her bare feet, she recalls how cold it actually is out here and begins to twitch and shiver a little. Teeth chattering she finally pulls her wrist away gently, pivoting on her heel so that she can begin to head off to collect her jacket.
Is she not a good sport, then?
Domino is unawares of her original intention to yank her wrist away from him, but when she tugs it free finally, he lets it go. Losing has to sting a bit all the same. But at least she wasn't knocked unconscious, right? He watches her wander off to her jacket, and he regards the audience one last time with that trademarked roguish, cocky smile and wink. He then wanders off to the edge of the 'ring' to collect his own robe, to be found in the eager hands of a raving starry-eyed fangirl.
Alexis is a very good sport! She just wasn't at all entirely sure what he wanted her wrist for! After collecting her jacket, the gymnast wanders right back up to Domino and just offers a cheerfully friendly smile at the starry-eyed fangirl.
She still says nothing.
Arms are slipped into the jacket and her right hand dips into the inside pocket. When she pulls her hand out, a miniature black butterfly with white spots dangles from a small key-chain which she holds out to him.
Domino takes his robe from the fangirl and touches her chin with his index finger gently. A flirty little gesture that just sets the girl to fan herself and fall back a step. But no sooner does Domino have the robe pulled on does he notice that Angel Papillion has a butterfly charm thingie held out to him. And it's black and white. He just blinks innocently a couple times, then lifts his hands to gently cup the trinket. "A memento?," he asks his silent ex-opponent. "It's darling." He looks at the girl rather curiously, however.
Nodding in response, Alexis forces herself to stare at the ground. She's having a lot of difficulty remaining entirely silent now that the fight is over. Once he has hold of the key-chain, she brings her fingers up to adjust the mask again and looks around.
About to admit that it's /her/, her voice is drown out entirely by a large jet-plane that takes off behind the building.
Domino is all admiring the little black and papillion, as presented by Angel Papillion. It's just oh-so-adorable to him. See, things like this make him feel guilty for hurting her like he did! But he finally looks to the masked luchadore girl in question in time to see her mouth moving.. but a plane drowns out the sound. "WHAAAT?," he asks, voice elevated to be heard, robe whipping about in the torrential wind caused by the lift-off.
Alexis bides her time not saying anything until the plane has passed. When she finally does open her mouth to speak, it's with a carefully clipped accent that sounds almost European but not entirely distinct.
Sometimes, growing in various places world-wide, surrounded by dignitaries is very useful.
"Thank you for the fight," she repeats with a softly dazzling smile.
Domino... does not recognize the voice. But he does take pleasure in the smile. "The pleasure's mine, I assure you," he replies to her. His hands lift to pinch the edges of her jacket, tugging the collar a little more snuggly in front of her. "You're not a bad fighter. What's your style? Lucha libre?"
"I..." Well, well. Now she's gone and gotten herself into a fine pickle, hasn't she? Alexis shivers again as the jacket is tugged snuggly, cool air tickling against her bare legs. "No," she replies with a shake of her head. "It is... unique." It is, at that, but she's trying to be vague enough that he can't guess it's her.
"Aren't you cold," she blurts quickly, curious as to why he's not shivering in the chilly evening air.
Domino nods stoutly at her. "Seemed like lucha libre!" But at the mention of being cold, he starts to tug his robe closed and tie it with the sash. "'Course I'm cold. I've just been trying to condition myself for that kind'a stuff. Makes you tough, yanno?" And with teh sash tied, he tilts his head a little.
But then comes the swarm of fans, all wanting autographs, pats on the head, kisses.. lots of stuff. So still without recognizing the platinum-haired youth, Domino turns to face the audience. "Gott'a tend to the fans," he offers to 'Angel'. "But.. thanks for the trinket. I love it." He flashes a bright smile.. but then starts penning his Hancock on stuff.
"Good luck with the conditioning! I could never do anything like that, I really like being warm." Alexis watches the fans begin to swarm around him and giggles. Must be nice to have the crowd eating out of the palm of your hand like that. Perfect opportunity to escape unnoticed. "You're welcome," she calls out to him as she begins to head down the long stretch of grass toward the sidewalk.
Darkness has now fallen over Southtown, the stars twinkling brightly in the near moonless sky. Smiling to herself, she stuffs her hands in her pockets to keep them warm and turns back to face the fight-scene.
"Adieu!"
Domino just glances to Angel Papillion again, and he smiles a little. "I love the warmth, too. Maybe we'll meet up again someplace warmer.. like Aruba or Egypt, maybe even Hawaii?" He winks an eye at her playfully, then resumes penning things. And even though his final comment is mostly to himself, it can likely be heard over the fans' murmering...
"Just wish Alexis could'a made it..."
Log created on 18:19:52 11/09/2007 by Alexis, and last modified on 11:30:05 11/10/2007.