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Basics

Name: Dominique, Dom, Mini
Skills: Mechanics, Martial Arts and a few other hidden talents.
Extras: What is there to tell? I have been told I am sweet as pie and hell on wheels. I also have been told I need to get out of the house and share my radiant personality with others. So this is your chance to see what you have been missing.
Duration of Auction: 3 nights. Days seems a little unproductive unless you wish to watch me sleep. I am a night owl.

RP Restrictions

Death: In the words of Aerosmith... Dream On.
Discipline: I have done nothing wrong so good luck.
Torture: You. Of course. Me...no.
Powers: Yes. I have them and will use them for non-attack purposes.
Addition Notes: I am BATGIRL! Call me for any additional details. 867-5309. Ask for Jenny.

Passing by, Amaranthia placed her seal upon the auction card, marking it as accepted and approved. Then another, opening it for the bidding.

1000

Eyes Mortll and winks when the bid was placed. So the woman likely heard about her brownies. Who could resist the world's best brownies? I will make an extra large pan just for you." HOPE and LESS aimed two colorful healthy appearing fresh finger guns right at the beauty. A soft puff to each barrel finger tip and she holstered them back at her hips.

I had been here since the beginning, but kept myself covered in the confines of the shadows as the hostess went around approving cards and starting the bidding. I didn't bid on BB yet, I was just watching and waiting. Someone bids on her, and yet I remain quite and hidden in a back corner, under the blanket of darkness. I wait to see if anything else goes on, if anyone else bids before the shadows start to slowly recede and I wait until she's looking in my direction to make my presence and bid known.


"Eleven hundred for BB."

Noticing who turned up didn't take long. Seems he was all over lately. Uncle Ric was looking like he was her number one fan and giving her props with his finger. "D'aww look at you, Sunshine." He earned a finger gun aimed his way and a wink as well. "Love the support! Back at you!" Blows him a kiss then eyes the bodies moving around. There were no prayers to save her and hopefully a few more bids could be her only saving grace.

The sigh was silent and inwardly driven. Dominique put herself on auction. When would the spawns learn that these would never end well? He saw the paltry amount on her card. That amount was just ******* insulting. If someone wanted his Minx that bad, they were going to have to pay for the privilege, and if he won her,.. Well there was a septic system that needed to be cleaned out.

“$6,100.00 - Dr. Charles Nilson.”

The silence spoke volumes as her eyes discovered what her senses already warned her was in the vicinity. She signed up because it was as far from what she would have been doing otherwise. Putting together another engine, pulling apart something else. Admittedly if only to herself. She was bored as... well, safe to say she was bored. She didn't need to tell him that. He could read her like a book he had memorized cover to cover over the last several years. Her eyes stayed on him as he silently entered something. A bid? If that was the case she finally realized she just may be in for a little more than she bargained for. With that...she smiled. What the hell else was she going to do.

Doc Nods, “Ric.. “ Doc’s gaze watches the goings on, around them, before slowly turning to look at Ric affably. Eighty-five hundred? **** no. That was too ******* cheap. He had a septic tank at Winterbrook that needed to be scrubbed inside and out. The fact it was about to be dug up and replaced, was a non-issue. He wanted the money from the scrapyard for the metal; and the only way to get that, was to have to that bad boy cleaned. And who better to clean a septic tank, than someone who busted up his bud? No one better.

Lifting a hand, and smiling benignly, “10,000.00 - Dr. Nilson.”

Doc finally looked at Ric, “You’re looking good. Any side effects? If so,.. I can have look later.. At your convenience..”