Wade Wilson, the Man Who Sees Through Walls (piscinademuerte) wrote in ageofmarvels, @ 2016-02-24 21:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | deadpool, northstar |
Wide Open Solicitation
Characters: Wade Wilson and OPEN
NPCs: N/A (Just mention of Texts to Galactus)
Location: Literally all over Manhattan
Timeline: 2/24 - 12:00 PM - 8:00 PM
Description: Wade is looking for work!
Rating: Let's just call it PG-13 to start, Perhaps R for language and / or actual or implied violence
Kermit the Frog said it wasn't easy being green; but, he'd never tried walking around in a red suit with a potato face beneath the mask. It wasn't easy being Deadpool at the moment. Not even a little bit. To put it simply: Wade Wilson found himself with little more than a couple of singles and a punch card for a pizza place in Vancouver to his name. Where had all the work gone? Why did nobody want anybody else killed? It made no sense.
Weren't people supposed to be mad with old baldy all dead and stuff? Wasn't someone supposed to want vengeance? Didn't anybody think the best way to celebrate the life of a man who craved peace was to enact swift and mortal injuries on the people suspected most at killing him?
Wade just didn't understand why nobody was calling.
As a method of last resort, the mercenary had taken to stalking around and locating phone numbers and emails of people he could reach out to on his own. So far he hadn't gotten a single bite. Not even when he called back with his solicitations in Spanish. Fuck. Wade even texted Galactus' hotline hoping to reprise his role as Herald. Apparently the old pink guy just wasn't hungry enough to hire Wade back.
Desperate times called for desperate measures; so, armed with an armful of flyers, a staple gun, and what Mark Cuban called 'grind' Deadpool decided that it was time to get jiggy with it. For the entire rainy, miserable day, Wade walked around pushing his flyer into people's faces. As he realized that was counter productive he started posting them up on all the telephone poles, mailboxes, trash cans, store windows, and cats he could find. He'd had to borrow a couple of copy machines to make more flyers along the way; but, he gave them back. A nifty thing about copiers: almost every office has one! All you have to do is walk in and borrow them! People tend to not ask questions when you have a couple of katanas strapped to your back.
Armed with a fresh stack of flyers, and a newly liberated roll of clear packing tape, Wade turned his assault onto a bus that stopped too long on the corner of 57th and park. With precision and poise he plastered the side of the bus with half of his flyers.
"I NEED TO WORK!" The flyer proclaimed in large font. "Do you need something killed? Maimed? Stolen? Resurrected from life? Call me! Will work for Tacos!" In the bottom corner of a flyer was a photo of Wade giving the camera a thumbs up and unseen smile beneath his mask and below the shiny tiara perched on top of his head. The merc thought he looked pretty in that photo.
With still half his flyers to go before he needed a refill, Wade was on the look out for another target.
"Has anybody seen any cats?"