Just another story

This is a independent RP blog for a original character. MUSE: Evan Conrad. AU Marvel 616 (or other fandom/whatever) Tracking #walkingcataclysm Onward, TO THINGS!

[walking-cataclysm]

"Okay.  Well it was just sort of common decency.  Well, if I may, I would like to apologize for all of the inconveniences I may have caused you.  I am just oh so very sorry my good sir.  Could you ever forgive me of this horrible manor in which I have treated you?"  Evan went down to one knee to add a new level of drama to his sarcasm.

[regeneratingdegenerate]

Deadpool squinted at the display, he scrutinized it with his eyes. The man was happy to leave the kid up here, in fact, he was considering it. “Common decency don’t mean squat to a guy who kills other guys for a living. If you wanna get down from here without climbing down the fire escape or lookin’ for the door back down, I’d suggest changing your tone.”

[walking-cataclysm]

"Yes sir!"  Evan shouted, giving a incredibly over dramatized salute to the masked man.

[regeneratingdegenerate]

"Are you finished?" His booted toe was impatiently drumming on the rooftop as Deadpool asked the question. The mercenary waited a few seconds before responding to the display. "I’m glad you’re done, really, ‘cause I sure am. Good luck!" His voice matched his wide, amused smile when it came to the tone of it. Deadpool slapped the teleporter and vanished from the rooftop.

[walking-cataclysm]

"YOU SUCK YOU MOTHER SHRIMPING FOOT LICKER!"  He screamed at the top of his lungs, hoping Deadpool would hear.

With a sigh, Evan started towards the fire escape.

[regeneratingdegenerate]

"I went to prove to you that I can leave at any time I want without consequence, ‘cause you’re not my responsibility.” He crossed his arms over his chest and waited for an apology, because he was a jerk like that.

[walking-cataclysm]

"Okay.  Well it was just sort of common decency.  Well, if I may, I would like to apologize for all of the inconveniences I may have caused you.  I am just oh so very sorry my good sir.  Could you ever forgive me of this horrible manor in which I have treated you?"  Evan went down to one knee to add a new level of drama to his sarcasm.

[regeneratingdegenerate]

Deadpool squinted at the display, he scrutinized it with his eyes. The man was happy to leave the kid up here, in fact, he was considering it. “Common decency don’t mean squat to a guy who kills other guys for a living. If you wanna get down from here without climbing down the fire escape or lookin’ for the door back down, I’d suggest changing your tone.”

[walking-cataclysm]

"Yes sir!"  Evan shouted, giving a incredibly over dramatized salute to the masked man.

[regeneratingdegenerate]

The mercenary placed his hands onto his hips and arched a brow. “You want a way off of the building after you threatened to punch me in my most sensitive area?” Deadpool snorted and hit his teleporter belt, vanishing from the rooftop and reappearing in the alleyway below.

He left Evan up top for exactly seven minutes before teleporting back up there.

[walking-cataclysm]

"Yes, exactly."  Was all Evan could get out before Deadpool teleported.

"Lovely.  And now I am stuck—-"Deadpool reappeared half a foot in front of Evan. "HOLY!  Good god man!  Where’d you go?"

[regeneratingdegenerate]

"I went to prove to you that I can leave at any time I want without consequence, ‘cause you’re not my responsibility.” He crossed his arms over his chest and waited for an apology, because he was a jerk like that.

[walking-cataclysm]

"Okay.  Well it was just sort of common decency.  Well, if I may, I would like to apologize for all of the inconveniences I may have caused you.  I am just oh so very sorry my good sir.  Could you ever forgive me of this horrible manor in which I have treated you?"  Evan went down to one knee to add a new level of drama to his sarcasm.

[regeneratingdegenerate]

"I’m not gonna take your unwanted food off of your hands. Go be a hero in everyday life an’ hand it to a homeless guy or a food bank; I can guarantee they’d appreciate it more than I would.”

[walking-cataclysm]

"Oh yeah.  Damn.  That’s a good point.  I should probably get going.  Have fun getting hit by buses.  And don’t frame me again.  I’ll punch you in the balls."  Evan turned to leave, but realized he was on a rooftop.

*sigh*  ”Shit.  Do you know a way off?  Not including death?”

[regeneratingdegenerate]

The mercenary placed his hands onto his hips and arched a brow. “You want a way off of the building after you threatened to punch me in my most sensitive area?” Deadpool snorted and hit his teleporter belt, vanishing from the rooftop and reappearing in the alleyway below.

He left Evan up top for exactly seven minutes before teleporting back up there.

[walking-cataclysm]

"Yes, exactly."  Was all Evan could get out before Deadpool teleported.

"Lovely.  And now I am stuck---"Deadpool reappeared half a foot in front of Evan. "HOLY!  Good god man!  Where'd you go?"

[walking-cataclysm]

"Uh, yeah.  If that.  I’ve never heard of or seen you man.  And trust me, I know my A-Lister heroes."  He replied in a very matter of fact way.

"I’m pretty sure it was, uhh, what were they called.  Chel..no.  Chin..? Chimi..Yeah, chimichangas.  That’s what I’ve got.  My roommat was obbsessed with those.  He even had a hat that says Chimi-Changa-Time.  I think it was from The Regular Show."

[regeneratingdegenerate]

Deadpool stared at Evan for a good, long time before looking off and into nothing with a blank expression on his masked face. If the reader read the words hard enough, they would notice that the mercenary was staring at them. 

"Chimichanga is fun to say, but it ain’t that fun to eat.” He said to Evan, with an irritable tone of voice. “I ain’t buying what you’re selling, kid.”

[walking-cataclysm]

"…What?"  He followed Deadpool’s gaze.  "Yeah, that’s a nce bird over there."

"It was worth a shot.  Do you just want to take them?  I’m sick of those things."

[regeneratingdegenerate]

"I’m not gonna take your unwanted food off of your hands. Go be a hero in everyday life an’ hand it to a homeless guy or a food bank; I can guarantee they’d appreciate it more than I would.”

[walking-cataclysm]

"Oh yeah.  Damn.  That's a good point.  I should probably get going.  Have fun getting hit by buses.  And don't frame me again.  I'll punch you in the balls."  Evan turned to leave, but realized he was on a rooftop.

*sigh*  "Shit.  Do you know a way off?  Not including death?"

[regeneratingdegenerate]

"B-lister?" Deadpool repeated the classification under his breath and his brows furrowed. How dare he! The mercenary would classify himself as at least an A-lister in every aspect of his live, but then again of course he would. 

"Listen, it’s nice you think you’d wanna train with me. I’m almost flattered — I’d be all buttered up if not for the B-list comment — but no matter how nice you are I ain’t gonna train you. I don’t have the time an’ I don’t have the patience.”

[walking-cataclysm]

"Uh, yeah.  If that.  I’ve never heard of or seen you man.  And trust me, I know my A-Lister heroes."  He replied in a very matter of fact way.

"I’m pretty sure it was, uhh, what were they called.  Chel..no.  Chin..? Chimi..Yeah, chimichangas.  That’s what I’ve got.  My roommat was obbsessed with those.  He even had a hat that says Chimi-Changa-Time.  I think it was from The Regular Show."

[regeneratingdegenerate]

Deadpool stared at Evan for a good, long time before looking off and into nothing with a blank expression on his masked face. If the reader read the words hard enough, they would notice that the mercenary was staring at them. 

"Chimichanga is fun to say, but it ain’t that fun to eat.” He said to Evan, with an irritable tone of voice. “I ain’t buying what you’re selling, kid.”

[walking-cataclysm]

"...What?"  He followed Deadpool's gaze.  "Yeah, that's a nce bird over there."

"It was worth a shot.  Do you just want to take them?  I'm sick of those things."

[walking-cataclysm]

"Well, don’t you have things thought out."  he said with a hint of sarcasm.

"You know of any place or person willing to train someone in hero skills?  Or whatever you’d call them."

[regeneratingdegenerate]

"You could see if Taskmaster is still runnin’ his supervillain schools. Maybe try to get an internship with S.H.I.E.L.D. Join the police.” Deadpool shrugged. “I dunno, man. There’s a whole internet out there.”

[walking-cataclysm]

"The villain life isn’t really for me.  I tried for S.H.I.E.L.D.  I’m apparently not old enough for them yet.  I dunno, police is too…stereotypical.  And trust me, I’ve scoured the web.  Tried to find a way into Xavier’s school.  That didn’t work."

"But then there’s always you.  A lesser known B-lister hero.  I could pay with video games you could play, comics you could read, and whatever I’ve got in my fridge.  I think I’ve got some pizza rolls, popsicles and a bunch of mexican food my old roommate left behind."  Evan added, half joking, but holding out hope.

[regeneratingdegenerate]

"B-lister?" Deadpool repeated the classification under his breath and his brows furrowed. How dare he! The mercenary would classify himself as at least an A-lister in every aspect of his live, but then again of course he would. 

"Listen, it’s nice you think you’d wanna train with me. I’m almost flattered — I’d be all buttered up if not for the B-list comment — but no matter how nice you are I ain’t gonna train you. I don’t have the time an’ I don’t have the patience.”

[walking-cataclysm]

"Uh, yeah.  If that.  I've never heard of or seen you man.  And trust me, I know my A-Lister heroes."  He replied in a very matter of fact way.

"I'm pretty sure it was, uhh, what were they called.  Chel..no.  Chin..? Chimi..Yeah, chimichangas.  That's what I've got.  My roommat was obbsessed with those.  He even had a hat that says Chimi-Changa-Time.  I think it was from The Regular Show."

[regeneratingdegenerate]

It really said something about Deadpool’s life when he hadn’t even considered being hit by a bus an unusual request. The mercenary had dealt with pain for so long, for every waking moment back in his past, that everything seemed just that more dull. “It doesn’t even matter how much I was gettin’, ‘cause I managed to put the scare on the driver and I’ll be getting paid for my Plan B.”

"You gotta suck at a somethin’ a whole lot before you get even half way good at it, kid.”

[walking-cataclysm]

"Well, don’t you have things thought out."  he said with a hint of sarcasm.

"You know of any place or person willing to train someone in hero skills?  Or whatever you’d call them."

[regeneratingdegenerate]

"You could see if Taskmaster is still runnin’ his supervillain schools. Maybe try to get an internship with S.H.I.E.L.D. Join the police.” Deadpool shrugged. “I dunno, man. There’s a whole internet out there.”

[walking-cataclysm]

"The villain life isn't really for me.  I tried for S.H.I.E.L.D.  I'm apparently not old enough for them yet.  I dunno, police is too...stereotypical.  And trust me, I've scoured the web.  Tried to find a way into Xavier's school.  That didn't work."

"But then there's always you.  A lesser known B-lister hero.  I could pay with video games you could play, comics you could read, and whatever I've got in my fridge.  I think I've got some pizza rolls, popsicles and a bunch of mexican food my old roommate left behind."  Evan added, half joking, but holding out hope.

[visionary-vandalism]

Irony - “Burn”- Camden, London

[tozozozo]

happy new year, everybody!

(bigger single picture here)

(i’ve been asked to make this a print, so it’s available here)

[chrissamnee]

As I told Tonci already, I either AM or KNOW all of these guys in one way or another :)

I love this piece to bits.

[regeneratingdegenerate]

"Hijacking a bus and killing the bus driver were never part of the plan. My job was to get hit by the bus an’ appear dead so the driver got totally shamed and had his life ruined. Then you appear, screw my plan right to hell an’ @#?& it all up.” 

Deadpool folded his arms across his chest and beamed the brightest of grins at Evan. “You wanna know somethin’, kid? I get scolded, I get kicked outta places and I get ignored. I still sometimes try to help. If you’re doin’ that whole hero thing for thanks and appreciation then — lemme tell ya — apparently you’re doing it W-R-O-N-G.” 

[walking-cataclysm]

"How much were you gettting paid?  Cause that job sucks."

"Are you smiling?  I can’t tell.   Yeah, but you have some people who like you.  Now that I think of it, I’ve seen people with your logo on their shirt. Still, powers would help.  or at least gadgets.  Ugh, I dunno.  Screw mediocrity man."  Evan ran his hand through his hair and let out a sigh.

[regeneratingdegenerate]

It really said something about Deadpool’s life when he hadn’t even considered being hit by a bus an unusual request. The mercenary had dealt with pain for so long, for every waking moment back in his past, that everything seemed just that more dull. “It doesn’t even matter how much I was gettin’, ‘cause I managed to put the scare on the driver and I’ll be getting paid for my Plan B.”

"You gotta suck at a somethin’ a whole lot before you get even half way good at it, kid.”

[walking-cataclysm]

"Well, don't you have things thought out."  he said with a hint of sarcasm.

"You know of any place or person willing to train someone in hero skills?  Or whatever you'd call them."

[alilesha-deactivated20121227]

Reblog if you have this:

[walking-cataclysm]

…and are willing to share it with people that want to get to know you

[regeneratingdegenerate]

"I tried to frame you for multiple crimes because you interfered with a job. That’s the truth, kid.” Deadpool stretched, swinging his arms back and forth while bending and working the muscles in his back.

"You can do good things without sacrificing a normal life.”

[walking-cataclysm]

"What?  Hijacking a bus?  Killing a bus driver?"  Evan took a few steps back.

"Really.  and I’m getting this lecture from you.  I’ve tried that.  You know what happens when I try to help out as Evan?  I get scolded.  I get kicked out of places.  I get ignored.  I’m sick of helping people only to get shot down."  Evan was getting more and more angry as the conversation went on.

[regeneratingdegenerate]

"Hijacking a bus and killing the bus driver were never part of the plan. My job was to get hit by the bus an’ appear dead so the driver got totally shamed and had his life ruined. Then you appear, screw my plan right to hell an’ @#?& it all up.” 

Deadpool folded his arms across his chest and beamed the brightest of grins at Evan. “You wanna know somethin’, kid? I get scolded, I get kicked outta places and I get ignored. I still sometimes try to help. If you’re doin’ that whole hero thing for thanks and appreciation then — lemme tell ya — apparently you’re doing it W-R-O-N-G.” 

[walking-cataclysm]

"How much were you gettting paid?  Cause that job sucks."

"Are you smiling?  I can't tell.   Yeah, but you have some people who like you.  Now that I think of it, I've seen people with your logo on their shirt. Still, powers would help.  or at least gadgets.  Ugh, I dunno.  Screw mediocrity man."  Evan ran his hand through his hair and let out a sigh.

[regeneratingdegenerate]

"I think you’d probably be better off gettin’ a decent job, stayin’ in school and seeing where life takes you. ‘Cause hoping for powers and going nowhere will be better than getting powers and having your life fall to pieces, man.”

[walking-cataclysm]

"It’s in pieces already dude.  I just want to do something.  Something that will make a difference."  Evan quickly became defensive over the issue.

"What the hell do you can anyway?  You just tried to frame me for multiple crimes."

[regeneratingdegenerate]

"I tried to frame you for multiple crimes because you interfered with a job. That’s the truth, kid.” Deadpool stretched, swinging his arms back and forth while bending and working the muscles in his back.

"You can do good things without sacrificing a normal life.”

[walking-cataclysm]

"What?  Hijacking a bus?  Killing a bus driver?"  Evan took a few steps back.

"Really.  and I'm getting this lecture from you.  I've tried that.  You know what happens when I try to help out as Evan?  I get scolded.  I get kicked out of places.  I get ignored.  I'm sick of helping people only to get shot down."  Evan was getting more and more angry as the conversation went on.

[sgtali]

And they say Marines are not superheroes……they don’t even know….. #USMC #lol #Hahaha #Marines

[jmarietee]

Is this what my husband does at work?

[fuckyeahgenerationx]

By  Pepe Larraz

Owner: Miles Dufrasne

[walking-cataclysm]

OOC Update

in case anyone wondered, I'm still alive.  I've just been busy and RPing doesn't have the highest priority.  Also I've not gotten responses to anything, and only have one active RP at the moment.  Not sure how long I'll be using this.

However, I have been working on my comics.  I'm finalizing character designs for my mini-series, trying my best to finish issue 1 of the other comic, and working on plot, lore, characters, etc on my other comic.

3 different series.

also work.

I'm not sure I'll keep this too much longer, due to lack of people willing to RP.