Closed RP - Cable and Deadpool
Closed RP Starter for @cablesinthedarkness
Cable and Deadpool
I feel I should explain ahead of time, that Deadpool’s voices, or ‘boxes’ do appear in my writing, and will be distinguished with different brackets:
[ “I’m box one.” ]
{ “And I’m box two.” }
Life was a joke, and Wade was the punchline. Again, and again, and again.
[ "That's not life, that's someone's fist." ] { "Do you think he's unconscious yet?" } [ "Nah.. he got hit harder than that by the train last week, and managed to drag himself away. Plus, he's still humming 'Dancing Queen'." ] { "Why isn't he fighting back?" }
"Ssshhut it..." Wade managed to slur out in response to the boxes who were always chattering away at him, before the next swing connected and dislocated his jaw. "Owww...thuck! this nakes talking dithicult."
[ "He -is- fighting back. ...Sort of. I mean, he's the one hitting himself in the face. So part of him is doing the fighting." ] { "My money's on the guy in red." }
"Stoth talkin adout ne like I'n not here."
Slock! The sound of a fist impacting blood soaked lycra, in rapid succession, was never a pretty thing. "uuhgg..thh.. it'th hrude.."
[ "I don't think this plan was very well thought out." ] { "Are they ever?" } [ "Good point." ]
The mercenary staggered forward, a sickening gurgling noise emitting from his throat, followed by a series of violent coughs that sent Deadpool toppling.
He landed on his back near the edge of the roof where the 'fight' broke out, and fought to stay conscious. Although eternal unconsciousness was what he truly longed for.
Shooting himself didn't work. Dismembering himself didn't work. Blowing himself up didn't work. It was a long shot, but the hope was that blunt force trauma, mixed with a long fall and a sudden stop would do the trick. But it seemed that throwing himself from atop Parker Industries' San Francisco location would have to wait for another time, since he damaged his own brain too badly to stay vertical.
Now, it seemed he would have to wait and suffocate on his own blood, or to bleed out through his self-fractured skull. Whichever came first. The mutant's scarred face beneath the mask now resembled little more than bloody hamburger with teeth, instead of anything that was once human. Causing the merc's mask to look oddly lumpy and deformed.
[ "It's not going to work. It never does." ]
"Thhu...hhhgggttt ....uuuhhh"
[ "Stop... Just stop trying. Those aren't even words anymore" ]
Unbeknownst to Wade, who no longer had working eyes, and blood filled ear canals, the wind had kicked up out of no where. It seemed a thunder storm was brewing.
{ "We forgot the umbrella, didn't we?" } [ "Yep. We probably would have stabbed ourselves with it anyway." ]
A downpour of rain erupted, causing a groan of discomfort from the masked idiot. As if beating in his own face in wasn't enough, now he was going to be wet and cold, which was just uncomfortable.
Wade could already feel his healing factor starting to work, and grumbled what surely would have been a string of impressive obscenities, had he the ability to move his jaw, or structure sentences.
Crimson tinged the quickly pooling water that surrounded the sprawled out anti-hero, giving the appearance of his suit's red ink running when in contact with water. But, in truth, it was Wade's own blood.