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River Tam (riverbytwos) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2008-07-12 19:51:00

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Who: River and Deadpool
What: Dancing in the rain.
Where: A quiet park in New York.
When: After dark.

River, AKA Hot-Broad-In-Boots, had left the apartment for the first time since...since...she couldn't remember when. She'd figured out how to have food sent directly to her apartment so that she didn't even need to go to the grocery store, and she had enough money to keep her going for a long time.

But she could only stay cooped up for so long. After dark, she put on a blue shift that seemed iridescent when the light caught it, and donned the pair of black combat boots she'd shown up in. Then she tromped off to the park, pirouetting under streetlights, suddenly not caring who saw.

Men with fish heads and briefcases...women and their tumor children. She started to remember why being in cities wasn't always so fun. But she made it to the park intact, just as it started to rain. The weather stations had predicted a clear night.

She sat down on a bench clear of the trees and caught raindrops in her palm, knocking her boots together. Waiting. She was very patient.

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mercwithmouth
2008-07-12 08:22 pm UTC (link)

Meanwhile back at Casa de Deadpool, the merc with a mouth was working on getting ready, which should come as something of a surprise, considering said man only had a few options available. Going as he was only worked on days like Halloween. No one wanted to see his disfigured ass walking down the street. That either meant the costume or the holoprojector. Normally he'd make Blind Al pick, or harass Weasel into doing so, but both were a mute point now. So, instead of doing something as trite as flipping a coin, he was just going to go with the holoprojector.

"Coming soon to an overly priced theatre near you, a journey into the depths of horror guaranteed to have audiences speaking directly to the screen while you try to enjoy a night out without committing a homicide...Deadpool on a date! You can run! You can hide! But you will never escape this Dance of Doooom!" Of course he was talking to himself as he set up the coordinates on his teleporter belt. New York, right? Nothin' like the big apple to get him in the mood. With one click he was transported to the oh-so-famous city.

Destination? One of NYC's many parks, though his 'date' had promised that it was going to be quiet, and that their little adventure would be happening in the rain. There was a skip to his step, intentional or not, as he moved forward. It didn't take him too long to reach said place, but by the time he did, just as she predicted, their were raindrops falling from the sky. And there she was, sitting on the bench, wearing boots just like he requested. Sexy boots. No, better yet, sex boots.

"I've heard of singing in the rain, but dancing might be a first. Good thing my shoes are waterproof."

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riverbytwos
2008-07-12 08:32 pm UTC (link)

((*dies laughing*))

River looked up as he approached. Her hair, which usually looked wet anyway, was now hanging in long, straight waves along her face, a veritable curtain. She pushed herself up and smiled, just a little, pacing away from the bench with her hands clasped behind her back. "You don't have to look like that, Wade," she said, a smile in her dreamy voice.

"Oh, it's raining." She spun around in a puddle, kicking at a clod of mud with her soaking wet shoe. "My shoes are also waterproof," she intoned belatedly, looking up at him. "So what kind of dances do you know?"

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mercwithmouth
2008-07-12 08:50 pm UTC (link)

Honestly, what he'd seen before, that didn't really do River justice. Hot-Broad-In-Boots was a very appropriate nickname. Sitting on the bench, damp hair stuck to her face, it was a pretty good view to him. There was something about her that was definitively exotic. But then again, what did he know? Deadpool wasn't much involved in the mating scene. Besides that one online dating service he'd found. It made him shudder to think about it. Never again.

"Whaddaya mean I don't have to look like this? Prefer a man in uniform or somethin'? Cause I can do that." Ah, it brought on a pleasant trip down memory lane in his head, that of which involved a mental patient, a holoprojector, and a guaranteed ten more years spent in therapy; Good times, good times.

"Guess that throws 'rain dance' out the window." She was spinning around now, which made him grin, and he took a step closer. "Uh, I can lambada, but that's the forbidden dance, and not appropriate for first time meeting. It's also a B movie...one that we shan't speak of, m'lady. I'm more of a watchin-hot-broad-in-boots-dance kinda guy, but I s'pose I can make an exception for you."

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riverbytwos
2008-07-13 06:35 pm UTC (link)

"Meanings are irrelevant," she said lightly, still spinning. "You just don't. I see it." It was something like a double image to her, one laid over the other, or a hologram that changed as you tilted it. She kept her eyes locked on him, whipping her head around every time she spun so that she never really looked away. Every time her eyes fell back on him, he seemed different. Now, the way he wanted to be seen. Now, the way he should be. Now, the way he looked inside. She saw every facet. But she wouldn't say that out loud, no. Nobody liked hearing about themselves the way they really were. Made them upset, though she could never figure out why.

She began humming to herself, something classical that she'd heard as a child. She was kicking mud up onto her boots and shins, but didn't seem to notice, slowly spinning in his direction.

When she finally came to rest she was quite close to him, close enough to touch. "Lambada," she attempted, looking down. "The motion of a whip. Old Portuguese. What's a B movie?"

Then, without waiting for a response, she changed her stance. Her booted feet came together, and she extended her right hand out, fingers delicately curved.

"Tell me Wade. Do you know how to waltz?"

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mercwithmouth
2008-07-13 07:04 pm UTC (link)

"Most of the time I'd agree with ya. Seeing as how most people don't mean what they say. Guilty as charged." Watching River twirl like that was almost enough to make him dizzy, if not for the fact that he was somewhat amused by it all, the way she spoke, the way she moved. "Damn holoprojector must be on the frits...rassum frassum...when I find Weasel I'm goin' t'kick his ass from here to the south pole." Being really seen? That was at the bottom of his list of things that should be happening. Right above joining the Avengers and under making out with Rosie O'Donnell.

Of course, he figured the way to solve his problem, was to punch said technology a few times. Give it a little 'motive' to work. "S'usually the part where women go runnin'. I use t'make a sport out of it, but the cops frowned upon that, somethin' about it being illegal...stalking...thousand foot restraining order."

Facts were facts. River didn't seem to be the kind to run away, and he was fairly sure the holoprojector was working, which meant maybe she could just see. "Motion of a whip? Somethin' like that. And a B Movie, toots, is a movie with a low budget that you repeatedly watch just for the campyness of it all>"

Eyebrow arched at the pose she had struck, she was in his personal space, which usually meant a knee to the face, but this was kind of a special case. "Do I know how to waltz? Dancing with the Stars begged me to be on their show, had to turn 'em down though, I only do freelance work."

Deadpool reached out and tried to recall that stupid instructional dance video he watched. Moving one arm loosely around her, he extended his other, putting his hand in the right position with hers. Now he was going to have to remember to count in his head. Something about a box.

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riverbytwos
2008-07-13 07:50 pm UTC (link)

"Don't hit it," she scolded. "It didn't do anything wrong." River didn't mind how he looked at all. She thought he was intriguing, and wasn't about to judge him on the basis of his appearance. That would be silly. He wasn't what he seemed, but... "Who is what they seem, really? The layers are what make people fun. And dangerous, and awful...I will need to watch some B movies," she mused.

She took his hand and guided him backward, then side to side. "One two three," she instructed, moving slowly for his benefit. "One two three. That's all waltzing is. And the music, of course, and the dresses, the masks at the ball. No one ever shows their real faces."

She struck her own rhythm, leading him around in circles to the music in her head. She hummed a few bars of the same tune she'd been humming earlier. Her eyes stayed on him, and she studied his face now that he was close enough for her to catch all the details.

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mercwithmouth
2008-07-13 08:18 pm UTC (link)

"It didn't do anything right!" Deadpool protested as he looked down at her, momentarily stopping his assault on the holoprojector, though the battle was sure to continue later. "Unless you count showing my ugly mug when it's not Halloween as somethin' right. Though, scaring that mental patient, that was pretty funny." In all honesty, she was handling it a lot better than most people would, which made Wade feel a little more comfortable. Not a whole lot, but just a little, and that was acceptable.

"Guess you struck up the right merc then, toots. I got so many B Movies that Ed Wood'd be jealous. 'Cept for his movies were more like F movies. And not in the fun way." He took a small breath, still looking down at her, which was a little weird, something like that would usually make him uncomfortable. "I'm full of layers. And dangerous. Wilson. Wade Wilson."

He'd been counting the one-two-three in his head, trying to remember the box step, but her saying it out loud was making the process a little easier. "Never been to a ballroom, or worn one of those masks. I prefer my own. Dancing doesn't pay enough." He was moving with her as best he could, wondering exactly how he got mixed up in this, and why he was dancing in the first place.

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	riverbytwos 2008-07-13 08:39 pm UTC (link)
	"It didn't show you," she said, smiling. "And you're not a Halloween mask." "Wade Wilson," she repeated. "Alliterative. You probably are dangerous." "Paid to dance," she murmured. "If only." She continued to lead him in circles, around trees and benches, tracing figure eights through the silent, empty, rainy park. "I used to go to dances." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

mercwithmouth
2008-07-17 05:06 pm UTC (link)

"Halloween's great. Pull the mask off, say OOGA BOOGA, get candy thrown at me. Kinda works the opposite way compared to normal people." It was a weird kind of feelings, the ones that Deadpool had about his scars, about the way that he was deformed. Sure it sucked, wasn't that easy to get a date, don't go out in public, the whole schtick. But at the same time? He felt weird when he lost them. As if each little one was something that made him who he was. He didn't have time to get into the psychology of it right now. That was more appropriate when he was trying to get drunk. Not that he really could.

"Wade Winston Wilson. The trifecta. Gives me that scary edge that most villains lack. Alliteration strikes fear into the hearts of many. And when it doesn't, my swords usually do."

"See, I'd offer, but I figured you'd take that the wrong way." A grin split across his lips as he moved with her. Oh, did he like the way that River moved. "Never was one for shindigs. I'm not exactly a people's person."

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riverbytwos
2008-07-17 08:18 pm UTC (link)

"You've got a mask to take off," she said. "Most people don't. Most people wear their masks on their skin, so you can't tell when they're on and when they're off. Not as honest."

"Swords?" she asked, lighting up. "You fence?"

She wrinkled her nose in amusement. "You don't have to pay me," she admonished. "I'd dance for no reason at all. But I love a good shindig," she said. "All the people, the dresses and bright colors. Makes you want to dance even more, dance until your feet fall off like the girl with enchanted shoes."

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