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theatriclizard ([info]theatriclizard) wrote in [info]athinblackline,
@ 2009-05-24 13:23:00

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Entry tags:anole, deadpool

Who: Anole, Deadpool, TOA?
When: Sunday morning after breakfast
Where: Wade's cell in Blue
What: Vic decides to meet the crazy newcomer who caused an island uproar

Vic had not seen the fight on Saturday, the uproarious death match where a newbie Blue Blocker had killed a notorious Red and cost several island regulars a decent sized fortune. What was even more interesting, the green man had overheard that the Blue Blocker had been... happy, silly, not drunk on blood lust or the like. It was confusing and interesting and curiosity may have killed the cat, but Vic was a lizard, so he gave in to his urge to go snooping. Snatching up a few peanut butter chocolates from his pail of 'friend bait,' Vic started toward Blue, whistling to himself and juggling the candies with ease as he walked, when one got away from him, he snapped out his tongue to snatch the candy back into his arm's reach.

Soon he was outside the door of the now infamous Blue Blocker and knocked quietly on the door frame. "Hey, I heard there was something of a celebrity here. I couldn't help but wonder if he'd want some chocolate. It's the food of the gods in this place," he added with a warm grin. Victor was a social creature and had long kept candy around as a way to bribe other islanders into coming and hanging out. He was rather hoping that what he had heard about this individual's attitude was correct and he could perhaps find someone as outgoing and friendly as he to hang out with. He was rather sure Mason could use some time to his gloomy self, away from Vic's ever sunny disposition.

"You know, I usually tell new arrivals to keep their heads down, do just enough to show that you can make money and just little enough to keep from getting too much attention. Looks like that advice is already out the window," he offered with a playful smile, leaning against the door frame and crossing his arms over his chest. Let's see how this guy reacted.


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[info]mercenary_wade
2009-05-24 02:07 pm UTC (link)
After the fight, Wade was brought to the medical wing to get checked out, slightly surprised when the medical members there hung around him for a moment, all staring at the cut on his temple. It'd already scabbed, even though it was a stress wound; the kind where an impact stretches the skin to the tearing point, as was normal with any kind of injury near the eyes or head. The wound would usually require stitches, but it was well on its way to being healed.

"Well, his wrist is still broken." One of the doctors, said, casting Wade's wrist as the other groaned and grunted in pain. "It may be a healing factor, but if it is, it isn't that quick, or effective on bone damage, only on tissue damage. Have the lab look into it. I'd like to know personally, how long to keep this cast on him" Great. A cast. Maybe he could make some friends and he could have them sign it or something, he thought with a sigh, sitting up as they wrapped an ace bandage around his torso to support his broken rib.

"Hopefully it won't take that long to heal, I use that hand to uh..." He laughed, then frowned when a guard scowled at him. "You guys just don't know how to take a joke here, do you?" He asked, the guard getting him to his feet and bringing him back to his cell, squeaky clean and bandaged up. He'd slept through the night well, and without nightmares, which he was thankful for. He didn't report to breakfast because he figured he'd hide out for a little bit until he was really hungry enough to get up.

When he heard a knock on the door he opened his eyes; he hadn't been sleeping, just laying there with his eyes closed so he didn't have to keep staring at the ceiling and making shapes out of the water stains. He looked over to the doorway, his eyes going slightly wide at the others appearance as he sat up, hissing at the pain in his ribs as he did so.

"Celebrity?" He asked, cocking his head to the side some. "I'm no celebrity. But if it means I get chocolate I'll say just about anything. Celebrity, I can deal with that." Even if the guy did look like some huge freak and Wade was more than a little unnerved by his appearance, it was food, and it was being brought to him instead of him getting up, so he'd go with it.

He assumed the alien-thing was talking about the fight last night. He also assumed word traveled fast around here. "Hey, I was just doing what I had to in order to survive. I wasn't about to be Bubba's next meal. I tried to reason with the guards but apparently they weren't interested in money, booze, women or men... not that I really have any of that to offer." He said, scratching the back of his neck before offering his hand to the other. Might as well get it over with. He hoped the other didn't feel all scaly and gross. "Wade Wilson. Rumor says guards are calling me the 'Deadpool' since people who placed a joke bet on me won a huge pot of money last night since well, I'm still here."

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[info]theatriclizard
2009-05-24 02:19 pm UTC (link)
"You can get chocolate just for being you," the green scaled male returned with a warm chuckle, tossing some of the candy toward the other, noting the cast on his wrist. He moved further into the room when he did not get a hostile vibe, moving to lean back against the desk and study the other. "I'm Victor, but I'm known as Anole. For obvious reasons," he added as he swept a hand down over his form. Green skin, spikes on the head, one giant, spiky arm, and wade hadn't even seen his camouflage or tongue yet!

He waited to make sure Wade got the candy before tossing another towards him, keeping his smile warm and friendly. "Deadpool's not a bad name, better than "dead man," as everyone expected you to be." He gave a chuckle, sighing as he shifted his palms back to the desk top. "I suppose I should say it and get it over with--Welcome to Revolve. You seem like you'll do fine here," he smiled. "And no, the guards aren't interested in much we have to offer. Well, some in the more attractive females, but hey, I'm green and spiked, no chance there."

Green eyes glittered in amusement as he reached out to shake the offered hand with that large right one. His skin was not slimy, it did feel distinctly different, however. Hard, armor-like scales covered that arm, one could feel warmth coming from beneath the scales, but they were a bit cool thanks to how thick they were. But that arm looked very different from the rest of him, so it was likely that he did not feel that way all over.

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[info]mercenary_wade
2009-05-24 03:00 pm UTC (link)
"Oh that is so weird." He mused, taking the others hand and feeling the difference in his skin. "I-I mean... I'm sorry." he frowned, letting go of the others hand after a moment. "I don't know what this place is but uh, I guess I've never met you know... uh," he scratched the back of his neck again with his good hand. "Mutants, I guess they call you? That's what I heard, anyway."

He looked at the candies for a moment before eating them, figuring that would at least tide him over until lunch or dinner, whatever the next meal was, anyway. He bet they didn't even have good food; not that Wade was used to good food anyway; his palette was set to liking the greasy stuff. Burgers, fries, pizza; if it was bad for your heart and it was cheap, Wade would eat it. Of course, his diet changed when he found out he had cancer, and again when he found himself confided to that geneticists basement. He tortured him, but he fed him well.

"Well, you can't blame a guy for trying. When you find out you're supposed to be slaughtered by some kind of... man-thing you're going to try and bargain your way out of it. I mean... I thought I was scot-free when I knocked the guy out but they came for blood. I'm just lucky, I guess." He shrugged.

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[info]theatriclizard
2009-05-24 03:12 pm UTC (link)
"I am a bit of a freak, aren't I?" Victor returned with a warm chuckle, offering out his left hand now as well, which felt different as well, the scales there were tiny, leaving him feeling very smooth, like a warm snake skin. Anole had grown up here and really did not find the fact that he was different and strange terribly insulting. It was a part of his identity and he was perfectly comfortable with it all, part of the reason he was such a good person to head the welcome wagon.

"Well, this, as I said, is Revolve. It's the world's dirty little secret, or so I'm told, where they keep wierdos like us under lock and key and out of the public eye." He chuckled and winked to soften the wording. Whoever, whatever Wade was before, he was now counted along side the lizard man and all the other strange people housed on the island. "Part prison, part coliseum, for some it's heaven, for others it's hell, and for some of us?" Another pause and another chuckle. "Some of us just want to live what lives we can here." It was a simple and somewhat bleak explanation of the place, but in all honesty there was no reason to pretty it up.

"Don't blame you at all, I'd have done the same thing, and probably would have been made into a pair of boots after he took me out," he chuckled. Vic was not the strongest fighter, though his new arm was going to give him a distinct leg up, he hoped. "Regardless of how it happened, well done. Survived your first death match, you've started on your way up to Yellow," he chuckled.

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[info]mercenary_wade
2009-05-24 03:39 pm UTC (link)
"Not a freak." He replied slowly, putting his tongue into his cheek for a moment. Well, at least he knew what Wade seemed to be thinking. He looked at the man's other hand, touching it just a little and then bringing his hand back to himself, making a bit of a face. He wasn't very easily going to get used to this. Of course, had he been seen in public when he'd been horribly deformed by the first set of treatment he probably would have been looked at in the same way.

"I'm not like you." He told the other, looking up at him again as he used his good arm to pull himself into a better sitting position, wincing a little again as the pain in his side came back, though it wasn't as strong as it had been before. "I'm not--" You aren't what, Wade? Under all your perfection, you're just as much a freak as this guy is. He bit his lip. "I don't know what I am." He said with a shrug of his shoulders.

"I don't know why I'm here, where here is, what they want with me and why they tried to kill me." He scowled for a moment. "I guess some people already think I'm some sort of psycho, huh?" He laughed then, shaking his head, "Killing a guy with a rock and all. Truth is, killing is just about all I know. Its what the army teaches you... though I fight for myself, not for any country. Its what I know, so if they brought me here to do some kind of mercenary work in an arena, I'm going to need more than just rocks all the time." He took a moment to pull a thread from his tee shirt and discard it before continuing. "My way up to yellow? I sincerely hope that's a good thing. Anything to do with this?" he asked, motioning to the collar around his neck.

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[info]theatriclizard
2009-05-24 04:00 pm UTC (link)
"It's ok, you can gawk. I honestly don't mind," he assured with a gentle smile. "And no, you're not green and spiky, but to them?" He asked, poking a thumb over his shoulder, meaning the guards, the spectators, everyone beyond the cell door. "To them, you're one of us. Welcome to the cub, it's not the best but hey, it's what we've got. It does have a few fringe benefits," he added with a smirk as he shot his tongue out, it shooting far past Wayde's head before returning behind his lips with a "TTHWT!" sound.

He relaxed and let the other talk, sure the man had a good deal to sort out. "It's not an easy transition, or so I'm told," he offered gently, running a hand over the bony carapace on his head. "I've been here as long as I can remember, so I never really had the culture shock," he offered with a grin. "Here is an island in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean." Whatever the Atlantic was. Vic had a basic idea of the globe, but honestly it was rather like the maps of old to his mind, beyond here be dragons.

"Don't worry about the psycho bit, we're all mad here," he added with another grin. "We're expected to fight and kill... it's what we, mutants--our kind--do. It's a life or a death sentence, depending on how you look at it. He nodded in answer to his next question, lifting his head to tap one finger against his own collar, which wore a yellow band. "We're all ranked, based on how much money our fights pull, basically. Blue's the starter Block, and it goes up from there. Yellow, Green, Red are the killers, and Black... they're the big daddies, the celebrities who will rip you open before you can blink. I try to avoid the Red and Blackers, I like my head connected to my neck," he chuckled. "The guy you fought was a Red," he offered, as a point of comparison.

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[info]mercenary_wade
2009-05-24 04:20 pm UTC (link)
Oh God. Did that guy just flick his tongue at him? He told himself not to be alarmed... then started wondering if there was a woman around here with a tongue like that. Smirking to himself for a moment he then returned his gaze to the other, watching as he tapped his collar and Wade's hand subconsciously goes to touch his own. Then he remembered that horrible, paralyzing shock it emitted. "Guess there's no way to get these puppies off, huh?"

An island in the Atlantic? He wondered how far from any other land mass. He wondered if anyone had tried to escape before, and survived. Then, he started to wonder if this was the place where the geneticist managed to get smuggled Mutant DNA from. But that didn't make him a mutant... did it?

"I don't... really know why I'm here." He told the lizard man with some honesty. "I'm not a Mutant. At least... I don't think I am. I didn't use any special ability to kill that man-thing, just koshijutsu. It's a form of ancient Japanese hand to hand combat, targeting vital spots like the jugular, or the bundle of nerves under someone's arm. Its not a mutation. It's just Japanese."

Black, that's the color collar he wanted. Big man on campus. Big, bad Wade. Oh yeah. That's what he wanted. But only if that got him babes... of the non-mutant origin. Unless it was a mutant who could make two of herself. Alright. Twins. He could deal with that, and very happily. Once the Deadpool now the 'kills you six times before you hit the ground'...pool? He shook his head; he had to stop doing that, letting his mind wander off into his own little fantasy world.

"I killed a Red? I guess that's pretty sweet then, right? I mean. Whoever put a joke bet in on me is probably a millionaire by now. All I have to deal with is this cut on my face, my broken wrist and broken rib. I'm just lucky I was faster than the bumbling idiot. I thought he was done for when I dislocated his shoulder... like they'd just call it or whatever, but when you guys say Death Match... I guess you really mean Death Match. Does everyone start like that? In a Death Match, I mean." Or was he lucky? He didn't consider having to start off in a Death Match much luck.

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[info]theatriclizard
2009-05-24 05:01 pm UTC (link)
"I've heard of a few getting them off, two who had owners take them off and the third, well... he's not among the living anymore." He shrugged, not about to try and fight his own off. It had been a part of him for as long as he could remember so it hardly bothered him anymore. "You're here because someone thinks you should be," he said with a small shrug. "I'm just an inmate, I don't know all the details."

"Yes, you've already got a reputation for taking out a Red," he nodded. "That and being so jolly after the fight, that's not entirely common," he grinned. "Usually Blues are started out easy, you either pissed someone off or managed to make yourself seem pretty worthless. Or you're just lucky," he offered with a chuckle.

"So you were... in the army?" He asked and titled his head back, trying to remember. "Every country had an army, but you don't have an accent... US?" He had such a hard time remembering the world outside Revolve. To him it was as strange as the talk of Yellow and Red was to Wade. It was an entire world, culture and language he only knew about second-hand. He lifted one scaled brow at one comment, tilting his head to one side. "Well if you're worried about a cut that mild, you're in for a lot of shock here," he announced. Yeah there was a cut, but it was scabbed up and not terribly bad, he was rather shocked someone who could perform like that was grumbling over a cut that minor.

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[info]mercenary_wade
2009-05-24 05:29 pm UTC (link)
He laughed a little. "Maybe not everyone on the island are killers. I am. I'm used to it. I was 'jolly', as you say, because I didn't die. I've been through way too much shit to die for someone else's amusement. I'm only..." He paused, and then made a face. "Well I-- don't even know what year it is, but I've got to be... at least thirty two by now. I don't even know the month." He chuckled a little more. That was the craziest thing. He couldn't keep track during his captivity with the geneticist; often he'd black out and wake up days (weeks?) later then he or the geneticist intended.

He looked up at the other when he suggested he might have pissed someone off to deserve being here. "I'm a mercenary. I kill people for a living. Got to have pissed someone off here, there or down the line." His jaw set a little. "Not worthless." He replied, his voice getting almost a low growl to it, but as fast as it comes, it goes again. "I've never had much luck in my life before."

He nodded to the others question. "Yes, US army. Lied about my age when I was seventeen to get in, but I only lasted a year. I'm not... really good with other people telling me what to do. I got some money for keeping my mouth shut, got myself out by producing proper ID I hadn't forged, they paid me off not to tell anyone. Not that I had anyone to tell. But I took the money and went to Japan. Just a place I wanted to see, and ended up there quite a few times, learning what I know now."

He gave a surprised look to the green man when he mentioned the cut, bringing his hand up to examine it. "Guard said that'd been to the bone..." And he didn't even feel any stitches. "I don't think it was a cut that mild." He paused again in contemplation. "Oh. Great. I probably passed out for a couple of days then, right? That's why it healed." That made sense, didn't it?

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[info]theatriclizard
2009-05-24 05:39 pm UTC (link)
"Not all of us are, those of us in lower blocks are not usually killers, the killers rise up quickly," he said softly. There was a sadness in his eyes, he obviously remembering some memory, but he did not offer an explanation. He shifted to a more comfortable position, watching the new arrival. Seemed he was already prepared to excel in the pits, Vic quietly hoped that he'd not have to find himself in the pits with this one.

"You realize half of what you just said was Greek to me, right?" He gave a soft, awkward chuckle, shaking his head as he held up both green hands. Lying about his age? ID? Victor was unfamiliar with these things, then again, lying about your age here did not matter. The only time age really mattered was when you were 13 and moved into the Blocks, and Revolve had records on all that, so lying was pointless. "But it's an interesting story," he added brightly. Vic did like stories, tales of the outside world, it fascinated him almost to the same level that Shakespeare did.

"If you've lost a couple days then I have, too," he offered with a grin. "And I didn't think Mason went at me that hard last night," he murmured that last bit to himself, humor in his eyes. "It's Sunday, last I checked, and you fought yesterday. You must have some kind of healing factor," he suggested. "Mine apparently only works when I lose an arm." He gave an impish grin and held out his over sized, armored arm as an example. "Not that I'm not grateful to have it, but it would've been nice to know about before I lost the thing."

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[info]mercenary_wade
2009-05-24 06:01 pm UTC (link)
"Healing factor?" he asked, and then it seemed to dawn on him a little. The remission; how he had lived past the six months he was given from his doctor, well into a year, and then even beyond that, even though for a good portion of that time he had been horribly disfigured. Well, he obviously didn't heal that fast because his wrist and ribs still ached pretty badly. But that was bone, and not skin... he was over-thinking this.

"I don't... speak Greek." He replied, and then laughed. "Oh, sorry I-- just assume things, I suppose. You have to be eighteen to join the army, and in some reserves, twenty one. It all depends what they want from you, I guess. But I was seventeen... probably drunk when I decided to join up. I don't know what I was thinking."

"Did someone cut off your arm or something in a battle?" Did that mean they could have weapons? Wade hoped so, because up against some of the people he was sure existed here, Wade was going to need more than just something that allowed him to heal a little more quickly than usual. He wished he knew where his katanas were, that his Master had given him so long ago. He wished he never gave them over to that geneticist. He probably sold them.

Cocking his head to the side a little he looked up at the other again. "So other than being..." He bit his lip a little. "Well you know. Being green and having a bad case of scaly skin, what are your abilities? I assume... you have abilities, that is? Are you... human? Lizard?" He held his hands up in his defense. He didn't want to piss too many people off here too soon. "I mean, its all curiosity I've never heard of mutants really, or seen them..."

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[info]theatriclizard
2009-05-24 06:18 pm UTC (link)
"Yes, some have the ability to heal faster than the normals," he explained easily. "Greek... It was Greek to me... I like the classics," he tried to explain, waving his statement aside. Vic was entirely used to not being understood, most of the Revolve Babies, as they were called, could not read, much less quote the classics. Vic was a freak in many more ways than one.

"Oh, I see!" He returned brightly, genuine interest in his eyes. "I didn't know about that, here the fighting age is thirteen." He said it so casually, it was so much a part of his life, his culture, that the idea of forcing children so young to fight for their very lives was not shocking in the least. It had happened with Vic, with all those he had grown up with.

"Yeah, this guy, he had these weird... illusioned? swords, I'm not sure. I don't understand a lot of these powers," he frowned, waving the thought away. "I thought I was doomed to bleed to death and the next thing I knew, I had this monstrosity. It's not much to look at but..." he gave a small grin and turned, closing his hand around the desk and lifting it up without any effort at all. "It has its advantages. The rest of me's fairly weak." He carefully put the desk back down and returned to leaning against it.

"If we're human or not is a topic of debate here," he chuckled, shrugging. Yes he was back to using 'we,' like it or not, understand it or not, Wade was now firmly counted among their numbers. "The opinion generally leans toward the 'not,' we're usually lucky if our owners think of us as having the rights of animals." Once again, he seemed so casual discussing all this. "I've got the tongue thing," he offered, again flicking his tongue out, it shooting clear across the room before retracting.

"And I've got this thing going on," he added, stepping closer to the wall and putting a hand to it. His hand seemed to ripple once, and the next moment, it was gone, vanished to the wrist, perfectly mimicking the color and texture of the wall. At the wrist there was an odd intermediate area where the green mixed in places with the camouflaged scales. "Comes in handy when playing hide and seek," he grinned.

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[info]fuckingcatboy
2009-05-24 06:15 pm UTC (link)
It was a rare and wonderful thing when his brain decided to work properly, granted, Mao did write himself a note, but when you tend to forget you've written notes to yourself and end up losing said notes, it kind of defeats the purpose. This time he thought to tape it to the wall with far more tape than was necessary, so, of course, he remembered. Mao was proud of himself for that one. What was it that he needed to remember? 'GIVE VIC THE F'N GAME!!!!!' said the note, and, scrawled on the bottom, 'teeentacletongue!' with a doodle of a face with a very long tongue swirling out of its mouth, just in case he forgot who 'Vic' was.

Mao had borrowed a copy of Grand Theft Auto months ago, meaning to return it much sooner, but in between forgetting and just plain stalling, it had taken way longer than he thought it would. It would have helped if they were in the same block. For Mao, out of sight meant out of mind. Today, though, was the DAY. Seriously. Returning it. Totally. Not forgetting. Holyshit, look at the time!

He had bounced off to Yellow Block, but once there, he discovered there was no green lizard men to be found. Was he still at breakfast? Working? The guy worked, right? Mao had no other option but to assault everyone he saw in the corridor asking where Vic was. Eventually some one knew enough to tell him they were 'Pretty sure Vic went to see the new guy in Blue.' So Mao scurried his ass down there, humming and singing snatches of an oldies song, Duke of Earl.

Unfortunately, there was no sign of Vic in the hall, and since Mao had no idea who this 'new guy' was, he didn't know what cell to look in. He tapped the video game case against his hip, the cogs of his brain turning for a second. Hm...

"Hey!! VICKIE!!" Amazing that such a shrimpy kid had such a set of lungs. A guard hissed in Mao's direction, but the boy just laughed before calling out, with a little less gusto, "Where y'at!?"

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[info]mercenary_wade
2009-05-24 06:43 pm UTC (link)
Wade, watching Vic pick up the desk with his one hand and put it back down, took a moment to examine the others backside for any sign of a tail while the others back was to him, bringing his eyes back up to the others face as he turned back around like he hadn't just been staring intently at the others rear.

"Oh I think I could bring it up for debate." He laughed a little. "I don't have abilities. I'm not special. I just heal fast! That's normal, isn't it? And if it isn't, it should be." He nodded as if to affirm himself. "Maybe I'll kick ass and take names until they let me go." Though, in the back of Wade's head, he knew he wasn't ever going to go anywhere, and even if he was ever let loose, he'd have nothing to return home to. He'd been 'missing' for two years; all his employers probably thought he was dead and all his contacts have probably well moved on by now. "I... I can convince them in seven different... languages." He paused, "Okay. That makes me sound like a freak but I promise I'm just really good at picking up languages. I'm not as stupid as I look."

He knew Vic wasn't calling him stupid, but a lot of other people seemed to think he was no brighter than a doormat and he didn't want people in this new place to think he was some sort of brainless killer. Finally, he hears something out of Vic's mouth that made him bristle.

"Owners? Oh, Hell no. No one is going to be owning me. I have a bad issue with people trying to say they 'own' me." He replied, rather aggressively. His father had told him that Wade was nothing but property once, and he hated that. He was about to apologize for the way he'd snapped though when this shrill yell came from the middle of the hall, causing Wade to glare at the door.

Getting up he stalked to the door and peeked out, seeing this little shrimp of a thing standing down the hall. "Some people, are trying to have a CONVERSATION!" He practically roared at the other, then ducked back into his room, looking to the lizard-man. "If your nickname is Vickie to some short stuff, I think he's looking for you." He said with a shrug, sitting back down on his bed.

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[info]theatriclizard
2009-05-24 07:05 pm UTC (link)
It seemed Vic's lizard like appearance ended at the tail, there seemed to be nothing there, just a perfectly normal, if not green, rear end tucked inside khaki pants. He let Wade argue, knowing the man would need to rant and rave, to argue and object to allow himself to come to accept his reality. Being in this situation was not easy, very few adjusted quickly or happy to it. Vic could not blame them, he imagined it was quite a shock for those who had lived 'free.' 'Free' was such an abstract concept to Vic, as alien to him as the idea of being owned was to the new arrivals.

"I don't think you're stupid," he assured gently, hoping to be some kind of support, stability in this crazy place. He saw the bristle and winced, having forgotten about that. He was used to the idea of being owned, but to new comers... yes, that was a big point of friction. "I'm afraid that unless you earn enough to buy your freedom, there's not much to be done about it," he said in a gentle, understanding voice. "Even now, you're considered owned by the Block," he said, reaching to rap his knuckles gently against the wall as if to help clarify.

He was ready to pause and let the other vent, rant, argue, deny, do all the things the newbies alway did when a booming voice shattered his concentration. He dropped his face into his hand, giving a quiet chuckle. Oh joy. Mao. Just what he needed right now. And then... then Wade was past him and at the door and shouting back.

Oh dear. He suddenly had the feeling he was going to have one hell of a headache. "I am, reluctantly, the Vickie he is yelling for," he answered Wade with a soft sigh. Vickie was not his favorite of names, but trying to correct Mao and actually have him remember it was a lesson in futility. "That would be Mao, he's..." he started to comment then shook his head, changing his mind entirely. "I think you'll like him," he decided, stepping into the hall to wave Mao to his location. "Over here, Hyper." Hyper was about the only way to describe Mao, and as Vic became Vickie, Mao became Hyper.

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[info]fuckingcatboy
2009-05-24 07:34 pm UTC (link)
He cocked his head, listening for Vic's voice, completely ignoring the deadly glare the hall guard was giving him. Well! He got a response, sure wasn't Vic, but at this point, that didn't matter. The boy's eyes lit up, his perpetual Cheshire grin stretching across his face as he immediately trotted to the source of the yelling. He sucked more air into his lungs, standing defiantly before the annoyed stranger.

"That's too fucking BAD!" Mao was a little incapable of 'roaring', but he could be just as loud. There was nothing nasty in his tone, just pure amusement, it took a special kind of something to actually make him mad.

"And I'm not short, I'm Asian." No. He was short, and he knew it. His height was the bane of his existence. Chicks never dick short guys. Hey, look, a bonus! Vic was there too! He waved the game case around, showing why he was here and promptly fell into rambling chatter.

"I got your game, I like, totally would have given it to you sooner, but I had too much fun killing whores and taking their money. What the fuck is up with this one not having Vespas? I liked the one with Vespas way better. It totally had better music, for one thing." He huffed suddenly, half pouting at the green man. "Why you gotta introduce me like that?"

He turned, eyeing the stranger, not looking particularly impressed. "Yeah, I'm Mao...So, you're new?"

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[info]mercenary_wade
2009-05-24 08:05 pm UTC (link)
"I'll like him? That's like telling me you're going to strip me naked, cover me in honey and let bees go after me. That's how much I like people who scream in my ears. Really." He quipped, smiling though and showing he was just joking so Vic didn't think he was some sort of psychopath. Even though he more or less really was.

Wade's teeth ground together when the other came into his room and shouted the last word in the sentence, making his already sore head throb just a little bit more. "Oh, right, and I'm not an asshole, I'm just American." He snapped at the other, then silenced as he listened to the other two talking.

What kind of game had you killing whores and taking their money? Was that something he could do on this island? Wade, having been in something of a closet for the past two years without so much as a newspaper to read had no idea what video games were out, and thanks to him being poor and too busy for it all of his life, he'd never played a video game either. He probably wouldn't even know how to keep the correct hand and eye coordination.

Wade sat up a little more straight when the other looked at him and gave him that smug little look. Was there a rule about fighting when you weren't in those arenas? Because Wade was thinking about it. "Clearly you, unlike Vic here, have not heard about what kind of new person I am." Somewhat of a celebrity, he thought, Big bad Wade. That was him. The Dead Pool. Looking at the small Asian man a smirk comes across his face and in fluent, perfect Japanese he says; "Konnichiwa. Watashi no namae wa Wade Wilson desu. O-genki desu ka?" both saying hello, introducing himself, and asking how Mao was, and then giving the other another cocky smirk.


[If he speaks anymore languages I'll probably just put it in English in italics. I just wanted to have fun with that. lol]

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[info]theatriclizard
2009-05-24 09:02 pm UTC (link)
Victor winced slightly, stuck between the shouting match between the two, he shaking his head. He was going to have a headache here very shortly, he was very sure. Asian, American, what did that leave Vic? Revolvian? Lizardian? "Hey," he offered Mao with a playful grin. "I could have introduced you as 'Shortie.'" See? Things could always be worse.

He found himself stepping back to let the other two talk, one scaled brow lifting as Wade spoke about himself. "Big man won a death match," Vic explained for Mao's benefit. Was it a bit of a jab at Wade's pride? Well yes, but it was also necessary to Vic's mind. Getting too cocky too quickly resulted in an early death. It was true in the outside world, it was dangerously true at Revolve.

"Thanks, Mao," Victor smiled as he took the game, blinking at the other's babbling. "I'm not sure what the Vespa is, but I like all the games," he chuckled. "Glad you had fun with it, I've been playing other stuff. I have enough to keep me busy, and Mason likes the fighting games more, anyway. And then... then Wade started talking, some kind of babble that Vic could not even begin to understand. He blinked quickly, looking to Mao, then back to Wade, a look of near panic on his features. Was he possessed? Was he speaking in some kind club code that Vic was not in on??

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[info]fuckingcatboy
2009-05-25 05:33 am UTC (link)
Mao let out a short laugh, giving the new guy a look.

"But don't 'asshole' and 'American' go hand in hand?" For all of Mao's big talk about being Japanese, he had never actually lived there. He grew up in the United States, zigzagging between random New England states and California with his mother, who could never stay in one place. He had always meant to visit Japan, just to check it out, but it seemed he was going to have to win his ass out of Revolve first if he wanted to visit now.

Vic got a 'You'll pay for that!' glare when he said he could have called him Shortie. Grr. So the 'fresh meat' killed some one? Mao tried to remember if he'd seen the match, he probably did, he usually watched as many fights as he could. Unfortunately he was having trouble recognizing the man being close up like this.

"Yeah? I broke this guy's neck one time, like, I did this flying kick, right? Twisted his head around just like The Exorcist!" He gave a little dismissive gesture with his hand. "Died, obviously." Unlike Vic, and well, many of the mutants here, Mao didn't have much of a conscience when it came to fights. Clearly the boy was too desensitized by all those violent video games and movies. And, you know, from living here for two years.

Mao blinked as the made started speaking Japanese, then that madman grin game right back. Mao could ramble on in Japanese just as fast as he could in English.

"You can speak Japanese? Cool! Hey, I was talking to Vic's boyfriend a few days ago and he wouldn't tell me what Vic actually does with his tongue. I bet it's totally nasty. Do you think I should ask? I think I should ask." He glanced at the green man and laughed at his confused expression. "Ha, look at his face!"

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[info]mercenary_wade
2009-05-25 10:41 am UTC (link)
Okay, so maybe the short stuff wasn't so bad. Hearing Japanese brought him back to the place that'd stolen his heart. The land that bred Wade as he was; the violent mercenary with the twin katanas. He vaguely wondered if his Master was still alive; he'd easily be in his seventies now. Maybe he was a mutant, too. The things he did were extraordinary. It was something he was really going to have to think about once everyone had left his room.

"I speak Japanese, English, French, Spanish, Russian, German and Italian." He replied with a shrug, like it was nothing. Wade picked up languages like he was a giant sponge, taking everything in. "I don't think you should ask, I'm a little creeped out by it just looking at it, I don't want to know what he can do with it." He laughed, then faked a little bit of a shudder. "I bet he thinks I got punched in the head too hard."

He looked to Vic with a small smile, "It's called Japanese. I learned to speak it when I was training with my Samurai Master in Northern Japan." He told the other with a slight nod. "A lot of different countries of the world have different languages. There's approximately 5,000 to 6,000 different kinds of languages in the world; like right now, we're speaking English. Mao and I can also speak Japanese. I also speak five other basic languages, and that's called being omni-lingual." He never knew he would, but he did kind of like telling Vic about life outside these walls.

Wade should have felt threatened by the other men in the room; Mao and Vic both had higher block colors, and even though they were both being nice now, he knew that when it came down to it, winning or losing, it'd be a complete turn around. Maybe this was the reason his boss told him never to make friends. "Never know who you're gonna hafta kill, Wilson." he'd tell him and he bit his lip a little, curiosity finally getting to him.

"Have you two ever fought in the same arena? They're not... going to make me kill anyone else, are they? Did either of you know that red blocker I killed?" Then, he started to panic, not really knowing why. They did lock everyone up at night, right? So no one could come into the block in a blind rage and murder another player in their sleep, right? Oh God. He was never going to sleep again!

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[info]theatriclizard
2009-05-25 12:04 pm UTC (link)
Vic only chuckled to Mao as he glared and then prattled happily on about his kills. Anole and Mao basically proved the nature vs nurture idea, Vic had been on the island all his life and still had one hell of a conscious where as the hyper one had been here two years and was nearing the level of killing machine. So far as Revolve was concerned, Victor was something of a failure, oddly enough.

Oh God, now Mao was chattering on in this odd way too? Vic was, indeed, looking rather panicked. His mind strained to pick up familiar words as the two talked, he did pick up his name, and "English," he thought he might have heard something else but.. what was this? He turned his face from one to the other, brow knitted up as he tried to find some way to make sense of it all... a magical decoder ring? He found himself glancing at each of their hands to see if either of them wore any magic ring. None. Dang it.

Anole relaxed a bit as Wade began to explain to him, curiosity replacing the confusion in his eyes. That many languages? He knew that some people had come in with strange accents, or speaking other languages so communicating was difficult, but people could speak two? Or... Wade could speak five? He found his jaw hanging slightly open in surprise. Sounded to him like life on the outside was terribly complex.

He forced his mind to start working again as questions began to again pour from Wade, licking his green lips to try and focus. "I've never had to fight Hyper," Vic said softly, and looked grateful about that fact. "But I've had to fight other friends before. And yeah... if killed already... they're probably going to try and fast track you to Red. What do you think?" He asked Mao, trying to decide what he thought Revolve would do. The guy was able and had killed right out of the box, Vic had a sinking concern that they were simply going to throw him into fight after fight until he had a solid money making reputation, and that generally involved much killing. "I only knew of the guy," Victor added, making a face. "Typical Red." The way he said it, being a 'typical Red' was not a good thing at all.

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[info]fuckingcatboy
2009-05-25 03:40 pm UTC (link)
Mao's grin seemed to shift to something more natural, a little less mania, a little more genuine happiness. He had a feeling he might be able to win this guy over, it was so hard to find people who tolerated him. He figured people also didn't like the fact he was so young and small but could still kick their asses in less than a minute.

"At least you have an excuse! I'm pretty sure my power makes me borderline retarded, besides that, I love it." Mao was referring to his shitty memory, which Wade would likely find out about soon enough. The boy was also a bit suspicious that his hyper-ness was a side effect of his power, but couldn't be sure. He didn't really mind being jazzied up all the time, it was fun, it was other people who had the problem.

Mao quirked a brow as Wade turned into an encyclopedia, spouting random information about languages and everything. He spread his hands and moved them in a slow circle, turning to Vic before echoing the newcomer, "Omniii-liiingual..." He said the word slowly, but cheerily, like a kindergarten teacher bringing up a new word to the class. It was unclear if Mao was making fun of Wade, or Vic. Likely it was both, Wade for using big words, Vic for not knowing them. There was no menace in it though, just silliness.

"Dude, I'd kick Vickie's ass if we fought, and he knows it." Mao lifted his chin, chest puffed out with pride. He absolutely loved being better than other people in the arena, it made up for feeling like he had gotten the short end of the stick everywhere else.

He nodded to Vic's question. "Yeah, if you're as bad ass as people are saying, they'll try to zoom you into Red. Don't do it though because then you can't do SHIT. They have guards follow you every second. You can't even sneeze without them shitting themselves and triggering your collar." As much as Mao wanted to be top dog, he didn't want to lose all his privileges. It was quite the conundrum.

"And my fight name isn't 'Hyper'. Its 'Maneshi'. I wanted 'Copy Cat' but some other asshole is already using it."

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[info]mercenary_wade
2009-05-25 05:42 pm UTC (link)
He bit his lip a little more as he listened to the others making a face when he tasted blood and touched his lip, realizing he'd chewed on it enough to make it bleed. He made a noise and frowned again, looking up at the two for a moment.

"I can't be alone with myself." He admitted, almost surprised as fast as he said it, wishing that now he could take it back. If that didn't make him sound like a complete deranged lunatic, he didn't know what did. Embarrassed, he tried to correct himself. "I-I mean. No one can be alone with themselves like that, though. If they're seasoned killers, what's worse then locking them up and letting them fester alone?" He shook his head a little. "Bad management, if you ask me, but I'm sure they didn't bring me here for my opinion. I still don't know why I'm here." He looked up at Mao for a moment. "I don't have abilities." He told him with a slight nod. "Do you have abilities? Other than being short? That's not an ability." He joked, smiling a little.

"I'm not... 'bad ass'. They were going to kill me. I don't want to die. No one does. Just because I don't have a family to go home to or anything doesn't mean I deserve to die." He sighed a little, giving a shrug of his shoulders. He didn't understand this place, these people, or even the mutants, no matter how nice they were.

"I was a killer before I came here." He told them, "A mercenary. A killer for hire. Like an assassin, but the border doesn't stop me. I'll kill anyone, any nationality, for the right amount of money." He stopped and paused for a moment. "All my life I've been told I wasn't good enough. Not from my father, not from my boss... killing was all I was good at. And here, its no different, you know? I'm still a killer. Still a monster. I'm no better here then I was back in the United States, I did what I have to do in order to survive. Maybe I belong here. I don't know." He didn't realize how much of a downer he was being until he was done talking. He forced a laugh and shook his head. "But its about here and now, right boys?" He smiled a bit. "So, you guys are like... friends, right?" He'd never had a friend, never cared for one, not until getting here and realizing how alone he was.

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[info]theatriclizard
2009-05-25 06:02 pm UTC (link)
Victor was soaking up Wade's information like a sponge, but he could not help but crack a chuckle at Mao's little display about omni-lingual, the kid was such a ham. He frowned and titled his head to one side. "But can't you only be omni-lingual if you know every language?" he suddenly asked, Mao's display giving him time to more fully dissect the word.

He lifted one scaled brow at Mao's talking smack, he suddenly tossed the game case in the air, turned his head and flicked his tongue out. His tongue tip hit the game case, stuck to it and flung the case toward Mao's head. If the youth did not duck or zig zag or do any of the crazy stunts he was capable of, it would smack him square in the side of the face, and return the game case back to Vic's grinning grasp in a matter of seconds. "Quiet, Shrimp, or I'll stop loaning you my games," he threatened with a chuckle. It was both in response to the kick his ass comment and Hyper not being his fighter name. Fine, he didn't like Hyper? Shrimp would do. He was going to get his green butt beat, wasn't he?

"I can't be alone either, I go crazy," he offered Wade. He had a feeling perhaps not quite as crazy as Wade, he had a guess, but still, he needed someone. usually it was Mason but... His mood and eyes suddenly dropped to the floor. Where the hell was Mason? He hadn't seen the man in over a day, and he got the distinct feeling he was being avoided. That... hurt. Quite a lot. He realized his sudden mood swing and immediately tried to recover, forcing a small, strained smile to his lips as he lifted his face again.

"We're all killers here," he offered softly, the smile not reaching his eyes. "Well, most of us, anyone out of Blue for sure. It's what they want from us, what we have to do to live here. I can't tell you what you do or don't deserve but... you're in good company?" he offered, that bright optimism that had been shining from him suddenly quite dulled, despite his best efforts. He shifted to lean an elbow on the shorter's shoulder, his smile coming a little more easily then. "Well, I don't know about friends, but I put up with the runt," he teased softly, flashing Mao a smile. He did like the kid... he just needed him to stay away from Mason for a while... that was not going to be a fun conversation.

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[info]fuckingcatboy
2009-05-25 07:08 pm UTC (link)
Mao puffed his cheeks out at Wade suggesting 'shortness' was his ability.

"'Course I got abilities! Like...know that song..? Anything you can do, I can do better, anything you can do, I can do best! Yeah, that's me, pretty much! I see it, I do it. Just none of that fancy stuff like eye lasers or lightning breath or whatever them young punks are coming in with these days." Mao's description was probably vague, but it made sense to him.

The boy flapped a hand at the newcomer and his sudden bout of angst and moral whatever you call it. "Oh, shut up. Always call yourself bad ass. You gotta be bad ass, or else you aren't going to get anywhere. Look at me! I'm like two feet tall and weight like five pounds! I have to be aggressive or I'm done. Besides, you only gotta kill people when they don't give you a choice. Though, sometimes you have accidents." He shrugged. "I've had a few accidents."

Out of nowhere Vic went crazy with the tongue stuff. Mao's ninja worthy reflexes saved him from being beaned in the head, the boy dropped backwards. Only his upper body. His spine curved as easily as a wet noodle, his hands and feet flat on the floor at the same time.

"Watch where you're flinging that thing!" With a push against the floor he was upright again, his huffing being swiftly replaced by a devious grin. "I don't want you touching me with it, who knows where its been! Lickin' vampire ass!" After that little outburst he erupted in childish laughter, springing out from under Vic's friendly leaning and out of arm's reach, trying to get behind Wade enough to use him as a shield if he had to.

"Yeah, I think me and Vickie are like.." He made quote fingers in the air as he answered the question. " 'Buddies' " Mao paused for a second, brows furrowed, a certain seriousness flitting briefly across his face. "I don't think I got any friends. People are jerks."

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[info]mercenary_wade
2009-05-25 07:32 pm UTC (link)
He smiled a little watching the two interact, watching Mao as he climbed behind him to use as a shield. "Only one place I want some tongue and it ain't yours." he joked, teasing Vic a little bit. "Wish I had that kind of crazy flexibility." He told Mao; he was always limber but his built upper body didn't allow him to stretch like Mao had so easily done. And he began to think about it; that song that he sang. So if Wade showed him how to do the Palm of Death to someone's sternum, Mao could replicate and execute it? Would it be in the same force?

"If your abilities are anything that I'm thinking they are, I think you'd make a good training partner. You know. If I could keep your attention for more than twenty seconds, Shrimp." Yeah, shrimp, he liked that nickname too. Better than Hyper, though both of them were true. "I'll call you Ebi, Mao. Means Shrimp. You can call me Asshole American or something if you want." He shrugged. "Never one for politics, me, unless I was shish-kobobing them with my katanas. Politician assassinations paid lots of money. I'm guessing I don't get any cash for being here, huh? Like a... gladiator prison."

Wade gestured to the case that Vic had been holding. "That a game?" He asked, cocking his head to the side a bit. "Never played any kind of games before, always too damn poor for TV or all those game consoles and stuff so I don't even know what's out. They... make a game where you kill hookers?" he laughed, "Or is Mao just making that up again?"

He paused for a moment, looking behind him to make sure Mao wasn't doing anything before looking up at Vic again. "I can tell you I should have died in that arena and that I don't deserve to be here, but, that's my opinion, right? I am in good company. But don't come to my room in the middle of the night and try to kill me or I'll scream 'I don't want to die in my jammies!' in a high pitched girl voice and draw all kinds of attention to me before anyone gets to kill me. I'm a light sleeper." He joked.

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[info]theatriclizard
2009-05-25 07:53 pm UTC (link)
A warm chuckle bubbled out of Vic's throat at Mao's explanation of his powers, grinning as he shifted backwards, crab-crawling his way most of the way up the wall and hanging there oh so easily, thanks to his abilities. "Do this better, Hyper," he teased quietly, sitting comfortably back against the wall. He completely forgot that he had not warned Wade about that particular ability of his, but it both let him show Mao up in a small way and put him out of the younger's reach, well, at least gave him a bit of warning that the boy was coming into reach.

"Don't be jealous, Mao," Vic teased, flicking his tongue out again before he chuckled, still hanging mid-way off the wall by his hands and feet. "And how do you know I'm the one licking ass?" Vic was occasionally comfortable enough to jokingly discuss his sex life, in a case such as this? he could not resist, Mao was always so animated and fun to freak out. He blinked as he listened to Wade, trying out the word "Ebi. Eeeebeeeee? Eb-ih." Oooh, fun word!

"Yeah, it's a game, Grand Theft Auto, all sorts of stuff you can do in it." He tossed the case to Wade to let him look it over. "Kill hookers, have sex with hookers, steal cars, kill cops... Apparently no... veespes?" It was his attempt at remembering the word "vespa," another entirely foreign concept to him. "I wouldn't want to be your friend anyway, Eeebeeeeh!" He said jokingly to Mao, a warmth in his eyes that said he was joking. Oh but... "But uh..." he murmured, looking mildly concerned. "If you could.. maybe... avoid Mason for a while. It would... well... be good for both of us." He sighed, looking down and rather guilty. He hated asking things like that, really did, but it had been over a day since he'd seen the man, he was getting worried. Very worried.

"Well, you're fun to be around so I'm glad you didn't die, for what it's wroth," Vic offered softly, shrugging away his downcast attitude. "And I may be a chameleon, but I don't think even I could slip from Yellow back here and into your cell undetected after lockdown. Maybe Mao could, but he couldn't keep his big moth shut long enough. He'd probably try to sing his own theme music on the way over," he offered.

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[info]fuckingcatboy
2009-05-25 08:17 pm UTC (link)
Mao grinned, pleased his flexibility was complimented. "I got it from Cirque Du Soleil!" Seeing how unworldly the other two men where, they probably wouldn't have any idea what he was talking about. Again. Mao spent a lot of his time watching any and every example of what the human body could do, crazy French circuses were a good source of material!

"Training partner?" The boy's brows shot up, not expecting that kind of offer. Was it an offer? Maybe it was an offer. "Sure I can pay enough attention if its fun, I like fighting, its like, the best excuse to show off ever. So, okay. Training partners!" Mao wrinkled his nose at the announcement of his new nickname. What the fuck! The two of them were ganging on him.

"Why do you gotta rub it in? 'Ebi', bleh!" He went quiet (shocking, I know) for a second, canting his head first to one side, then the other. "Well, if you're gonna give me nicknames...How about me and you be friends too, okay? We can lord it over everyone else and be the cool kids." Mao thought this was a good idea. "Don't hate me if I forget your name, though, I really suck at that."

Of course Vic had to go and ruin the moment. Mao scowled, pouting in jealousy as the lizard man showed off all his crazy animal powers. "That's cheating!" He scrunched down lower beside Wade, not knowing if there was an attack coming now that Vic had gone camouflaged.

"Its pretty awesome." Mao jumped on the GTA discussion. "You play this gangster mob guy and commit crimes for the whole thing. Like, drivebys and everything." He gave Vic a confused look. "Did he complain about me? Whatta jerk! I was being nice to him! Tell him to shut the fuck up and wash his hair, he looks like a junkie!" Mao wasn't trying to piss Vic off with that little tirade, but he might have. Mao was rather...vocal when he suspected he was getting shit talked about him behind his back.

"Dude, I so need a theme song." He sighed. "It'd be Thriller, but I'm not a zombie."

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[info]mercenary_wade
2009-05-25 08:46 pm UTC (link)
"Well as long as you're both sure I'm not about to die in my jammies. I guess I just don't have to piss off another blue blocker, huh? I doubt the guards will help, I told one of them I would kick his ass six ways to Sunday for calling this woman who healed me a bitch. Then he activated this collar thing and I felt like I had a massive seizure and thought I might keel over." He laughed a little and fooled with the collar a bit. It was certain he wasn't going to get it off, even though he'd tried.

"Cirque du Soleil?" he asked. "How do you learn flexibility from something called the Sun Circus? I didn't know you could watch pornos and pick up abilities from there. You must be a great bed partner." He teased the other, not really knowing what Cirque du Soleil was. Maybe if he'd had a TV, a couple quarters to buy a newspaper or looked up at billboards once and a while it'd make sense to him, but it didn't.

"Yeah, training partners. I won't hurt you or anything. I just need someone to keep me motivated and keep fit. A thousand sit ups with no encouragement is mighty boring." He nodded some, "But we're going to have to wait until my rib and wrist heal. It feels a little better than it did earlier but it still aches pretty bad." And he milled over the prospect of considering Mao a 'friend'. He hadn't really had friends in his time, more like guys who would buy an underaged Wade some alcohol and ended up killing his father in a bar fight.

"Be your friend? Sure, I guess. Do I have to, you know, do anything?" He asked, "If I don't have to do anything I'm in. And I don't need a nickname. I have a nickname. I'm the Deadpool. You don't have to remember my name though, Mao, no one takes the time to learn it. You can just say 'hey you' if you need to." He said with a shrug. "And when Vic camouflages himself, just throw dirt or something around. Or like... baby powder or some shit. That'll find him pretty quick. That's how I used to find invisible security laser beams at those politicians mansions."

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[info]theatriclizard
2009-05-25 08:59 pm UTC (link)
Vic had no idea what Cirque Du Soleil was, so he had planned to keep quiet, until Wade spoke. Not knowing any better, Vic assumed that Wade, from the outside, knew just what it was, and burst out laughing, tossing his head back. "I knew it!" He laughed pointing down to Mao. "I knew you were a closet porn freak!" Oh Victor was amused. So very, very amused.

"...I'd love to tell Mason anything," he murmured, letting himself ripple and go visible again, his eyes dropping. "...if I could find him, that is," he murmured. He was quite down and not hiding it for a moment. He was just lost without his lover, and missed him like hell. He knew he was always happier with a lover around but he had no idea he'd get this miserable after a lousy twenty four hours without the surly jerk.

Wade's comment pulled him back to reality and caused a small smile to tug at his lips. He lashed his tongue out, aiming to smack Wade in the side of the head with it. "Hey, don't give the kid any ideas! I'm just a poor, defenseless little green lizard, I don't need hyper Japanz cat-boy there making up any plans." Japanese, Japanz, he could not remember the 'correct' name to save his life, so he had guessed. Mao had, at some point, told Vic what his name meant, though he highly doubted the younger remembered the conversation. Vic had known Mao long enough to not expect him to remember much of anything.

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[info]fuckingcatboy
2009-05-26 06:09 am UTC (link)
"Because its a circus! They have like, contortionists and jugglers and Chinese acrobats." He rolled his eyes at the assumption it was porn. Oh, these guys, how could they be so like...uneducated!? A smirk curled the corner of his mouth. "When did it ever seem I was a closet porn freak? I'm Japanese. My people are sick fucks. All the weirdest porn comes from Japan!"

Wade needed encouragement while working out? Don't give Mao any ideas. He began to laugh, which meant he probably just had some 'ideas'. "I'll whip your ass into shape. I'll yell a lot and call you maggot and everything, that should work!" Playing drill sergeant would be great, Mao loved to boss people around. It'd be nice to have some one actually do what he said for once, no one took him seriously.

So what did friends do? That was a good question, Mao looked honestly surprised at having to think about it. "Uhm...I dunno..." He had a good handful of acquaintances that 'put up' with him, but he was pretty sure he had no actual friends. He certainly never did when he was growing up on the outside. For one, his mother had them move too much, sometimes she didn't even bother enrolling him in school. When he was in school, he was a target for other kids to pick on and bully. He had all the makings of a good target. He was short, Asian, had A.D.H.D, was forgetful, skinny and just a bit on the pretty side. A bully's dream.

"Oh!" His face lit up when he thought of something. "I know! I seen this on TV. Okay. Stick out your hand." Mao stuck his own out, palm up as an example. "And now spit in it. Don't like, hock a loogey, just spit." After Wade had done so, Mao spat in his own hand, then immediately grabbed Wade's, wrinkling his nose at the sensation and he pumped the man's hand in a shake. "Okay, its official. We are like, spit brothers or something, and we promise not to kill each other in the arena if we gotta fight." Once that was over, Mao wiped his hand on his pants, looking pleased with himself again.

Mao perked a brow at Vic, looking up at him. That baby powder thing was good information, sadly, he wasn't likely to remember unless he saw it in action. But anyway, Vic was getting all mopey. Unacceptable.

"What do you mean you can't find him? Camp out outside of his cell, he's gotta get shoved in it sometime. Or go to the amusement park and yank him out by his ear. Give him a good talking to. Let him know that just because you're a nice guy doesn't mean he can get away with being a jerk. Threaten to withhold tongue action!"




[ooc: Hope no one minds that I kind of assumed Wade did the spit thing? Also I started a thread thing down here because I hate when it gets all smooshed on the sides when they get long. :B ]

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[info]mercenary_wade
2009-05-26 09:32 am UTC (link)
Wade, while it seemed anyone else would have been a little bit grossed out, spit into his hand and made a face when they stuck their hands together, pulling back and wiping his hand on his bedsheets. "Great, Japanese spit diseases. I wonder if your ability allows you to pick up the Asshole ways of Americans. Or well. Yours truly. I'm more Japanese than anything, anyway." He laughed. "My Master was much more of a father than my actual father was; he taught me everything I know. And I won't kill you in a fight Mao, I can't turn bloodlust on and off. It's not even bloodlust. It's called survival of the fittest. That guy in the ring was like a bumbling elephant. I was like the sleek, sexy jaguar." He joked.

"Oh, and excuse me for thinking Cirque du Soleil was a porno. There's two channels you get in a seedy motel room. A scrambled news channel that sounds like 'And in ot--news... terrorists--se--th-- backseat of your--goi--th-- your mother at 11.' and a porn channel. I know how to do two things in life. Well. Three. Kill, fight, and fuck. And that is a lot more information then you all need to know but I suspect Mao would have asked sooner or later." He said, looking to the shorter one for a moment with a small smile and a shove of his elbow in the others ribs.

He returned his gaze to the man still on the wall, tilting his head to the side a little bit. "Why wouldn't he want to see you? You know, where I'm from, Asshole America, Asshole of the World," he couldn't help but laugh a little at himself and shake his head. "We call that being ditched. He's ditching you. Are you sure you two are... well you know. Together? Don't take dating advice from me though, I'm the type that wakes up in the middle of the night and leaves. No time for a relationship. The only women gave attention to were twins, they were inanimate and we worked together. My katanas. No tongue action on those babies or I'd have a messed up forked snake tongue."

He shrugged his shoulders a little. "I don't know, Vic, do you really need to be seeing someone in this kind of setting? I mean... what if they shoved you in an arena together? You'd have to fight, you can't exactly fake it. Well. You can fake it, but the problem with faking it is everyone knows that's exactly what you're doing. But don't worry about it, you know? If he comes back to you, he comes back. If he doesn't well... don't get all crazy unless someone else is hopping on his lap for a ride. Relationships will drain you. Distract you. But like I said, don't listen to me. I like to think I have a good idea of what I'm talking about but I'm turning thirty three and don't have anyone so that says something."

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[info]theatriclizard
2009-05-26 11:57 am UTC (link)
"Circus?" Victor knew what a circus was, but he had also been told he belonged in circus, or was in a circus, so his idea of it was still a little blurry. And then Mao was going off again about Japaz and Wade was on about Amercaz and he was rather lost again. "Mao?" He said softly. holding out his hands to either side of his body, a small smile on his lips. "I don't know anything about your Japaz, Ameraz stuff. I just know Revolve."

Vic was slightly hurt again that Mao did not consider him a friend, he did more than just put up with the hyper active, pierced up little shrimp. He quite enjoyed his company and was endlessly amused by his antics. He supposed it did not matter entirely, and then there was the spit swap. His green eyes went wide at seeing that, he pulling a face and poked his tongue out a tiny bit. "Ok, if I have to do that to be your friend? I'm out." Still a little hurt, but not so bad. Why would anyone do that?! Outsiders were so strange.

"Mason's really good at not being found when he doesn't want to be. It's the vampire in him," he pointed out softly to Mao. "And he's been off all weekend, I did camp out at the House for a while but... it's closed and locked up tight. He had another match--death match and... I haven't seen him since. He won..." He was speaking softly by the end of it, concern laced through his tone as he ran his fingers over the bony carapace on his head.

He winced slightly as Wade began to lecture him, and for a moment bitterness was in him. What did this little Blue think he was doing, lecturing him, a Revolve Baby, about what you did and didn't need on this place? It lasted only a split second however, he reminding himself that Wade was new and he was a capable fighter, very different from Vic himself. He forced a small smile to Wade, shaking his spiky head. "I can't be alone," he spoke quietly, honestly. "I know it's weak of me but, I'm not a great fighter. I'm not here to climb the Blocks or pull the crowds. I just want to live, to have a life, and for me, life just isn't complete without someone to live it for. When I find myself in the ring with him," because he was entirely sure it was a case of 'when' not 'if,' "then I'll let him knock me out quick and I'll assume that his surly butt will be there to tend to my headache when I wake up." It was weak of him, he knew, but at the same time he was quite proud of himself. So few in this place had the courage to live and love, they either bought into the system and climbed the Blocks or they gave up and waited for their end. Not Victor, he was going to live as much as he could on this secluded little island, no matter how much heartache it caused him, it was worth it all.

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[info]fuckingcatboy
2009-05-26 03:29 pm UTC (link)
Mao gave a little snort over possible Japan-related diseases. "Yeah, well, I was gonna do blood brothers, but I don't know where you been." Quite the wise decision, Mao rarely made any of those.

"Bitch, you ain't Japanese just because you had a sensei. Please." Just more joking around. On the inside, he agreed with Wade, Mao was more of an Asshole American than his new best buddy was, pure mall-rat, street hoodlum, club kid. What he knew of Japanese culture he got from comics, anime and porn, which lead to a rather skewed idea of what the land of his birth was like. He squirmed at the elbow to his ribs then retaliated by reaching out and giving Wade a hard pinch to his cheek. Always feeling the need to impress or prove himself, Mao lifted a haughty chin.

"I've seen my share of seedy hotel rooms. You guys might have like ten years on me, but I'm no babe in the woods." Mao's mother had spiraled down as low as a person could go, and dragged her son along for the ride. Things had been great at first, a never ending party, no one was cooler than his mother. But she lived too hard, and went too deep, and soon they were being kicked out of apartments, then hotel rooms, even the occasional stoop. It got to the point where Mao spent most of his time out on his own, playing shoplifter and pick pocket while his mother dealt sub par drugs in an alley somewhere.

"Don't you act all offended, Vickie! You're the one who didn't say we were friends first! You put up with me, you said. Put. Up. With. And anyway, the spit thing is for best friends, okay? If you want to be friends you just say so when some one asks if I'm your friend, THEN we're friends." Mao's mouth set in a dissatisfied line when the conversation shifted to relationship stuff. He quickly lost interest, getting that 'bored kid during a history lecture' look on his face before he let himself fall backwards across Wade's bed.

"Bah!"

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[info]mercenary_wade
2009-05-26 05:04 pm UTC (link)
"Some people need someone. Everyone should need someone, I think." He said with a shrug. "Its human nature, you know? Or... lizard-human nature too. Mutants and humans combined, how about that? People always want to know they mean something to someone. People search their whole lives for that kind of thing. The closest I've come to a relationship was a partner in my mercenary work." And that's all he said on that topic. He didn't want to think about that kind of past any longer. It made his guts twist in guilt and unpleasantness.

"And you don't have to spit in your hand and then touch someone else's spit covered hand to be friends." He told Vic, not wanting to make the human race outside these walls seem more disgusting than they already were. "For here, some people have to climb the blocks in order to live, I think. I don't even know what I am-- if I'm a mutant or just a freak of nature with a bad disposition, but I have a feeling they don't really like me and I'm going to have to earn their trust and praise." Wasn't the first time Wade knew he wasn't liked.

Then, he turned to Mao when he fell, looking down at him. "Bitch, I am more Japanese then you'll ever be." He said, trying to keep a straight face but he couldn't. He grasps the others wrists and lifts him back up on the bed and then looked back at Vic again. "I'm sure the guy you're seeing will come around. Maybe he doesn't feel wanted? Who knows." He shrugged. "People are complicated sometimes, and this isn't a very easy place to have a normal life so... he'll come back when he's ready. You're a good guy. I'm sure he sees that."

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[info]theatriclizard
2009-05-26 05:34 pm UTC (link)
Vic watched Mao 'switch off' and then realized he had Wade backtracking and felt more than a bit guilty. They had been having a good time, being silly and having fun, and he had messed it all up with his emotional garbage. Bad Victor. He cleared his throat, shifting his weight and edging closer to the door. These two friends needed to get to know each other and maybe even pound each other's heads in before dinner. Best he just slip away, he decided. He needed to go sulk in private.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to drag all my baggage here," he sighed, waving a hand. "I need to get back and catch up on some reading." He had gotten a new book of plays that he wanted to read, and well, he was honestly hoping that Mason would show up, that he could figure out what the hell was up with the jerk. "You two have stuff to do, you know, spit brothers... things," he chuckled and made a face at the thought again. Eeew, that was so disgusting and strange...

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[info]fuckingcatboy
2009-05-26 06:41 pm UTC (link)
Mao scrunched his face up, still put off by the conversation. Human nature? Neediness? Meaning? Mao was simply not mature enough, or would not allow himself to be perceived as mature enough, to seriously contemplate such things. It was easier if the deeper, truer aspects of life were ignored, he found. His childishness was a sort of coping mechanism, if he didn't take things seriously then he wouldn't have to feel sad, he wouldn't have to feel guilty, he wouldn't have to feel lonely. So he laughed things off. It told himself it made him free.

"In my world you do.." Was Mao's sullen mumble when Wade denied that people needed to do the spit thing outside of Revolve. The boy looked like he was going to continue to be pouty as long as Vic remained blue. How the Hell had things gotten to this point? Wasn't everything all chocolates and spit and power displays a few minutes ago? Maybe he was having a memory lapse and couldn't remember when the conversation took this change. He had stopped paying much attention, zoning out and staring up at the ceiling, when suddenly Wade loomed in his view and grabbed his wrists.

Mao immediately started yowling playfully, curling himself up to smoosh his foot against the man's face. It wasn't exactly a kick, more Mao was just using his leg to keep Wade at a distance. Luckily for the newbie, Mao wasn't wearing his steel plated boots, just a pair of worn out Chuck Taylors that may or may not have been green at one point, they were so covered in doodles and paint it was hard to decipher their original color.

"Eat all that chocolate 'till you puke, that'll take your mind off things. Could win some sympathy points with vampire-man too." This was Mao's educated advice.

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[info]mercenary_wade
2009-05-26 07:46 pm UTC (link)
"All your baggage?" Wade asked with a slight raise of his eyebrow. "Vic, you're upset and you needed to tell someone how you felt. Unfortunately, the people you're telling are too Japanese to understand..." he gestured to Mao, "And I'm an idiot in relationships. I have... absolutely nothing to say that I can confirm as 'good' relationship advice except for that don't get upset over it. With people like me and Mao around, you won't ever feel alone. In fact, you'll probably get sick of us and tell us to go away eventually." Wade offered a smile. "And you don't have to spit in my palm to tell me we're friends. People just don't tell complete strangers about relationship troubles so that seals it. You've got me as a friend. It's something that I'm not sure is a good thing, or something you should be scared of." He said with a playful grin. "Either way... if you feel you have to leave, I hope you'll stop by again and I hope you can work shit out with your boyfriend." He nodded, then turned back to Mao with a smirk.

"Maybe tomorrow you can show me some of those video games or something? I would really, seriously love to have your short Japanese self bug me 'till the end of the earth, really, I would, but my arm is killing me and I haven't slept at all, so I think I should kick you out of my room too unless you're one of those creepy types that likes to watch me sleep." He said, rubbing at his face a little, finally getting the dusty shoe print from the others Chuck Taylor's off of his face. "If you aren't creepy enough to hang around and watch me sleep, go watch some of your creepy Soleil porno." He laughed.

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[info]theatriclizard
2009-05-26 08:23 pm UTC (link)
"I'm fine, I'll be fine. I'm dating an ass, this is what happens," he chuckled softly, shaking his head. He loved the man... wait. Loved? Darn. That was something more to think over. He gave a soft, frustrated sound and ran his hand over his carapace again as he shook the thought from his mind, this was not the time to be thinking about such things, not when he could well be being... 'ditched'? Whatever.

He breathed a little sigh and his smile came more easily to him then, he giving a slight shrug. "I'm everyone's friend, it's my role here. Any time you need games, come by my room, you'll be more likely to remember to return them than Hyper," he chuckled, taking a step back. "I'll be sure to eat some candy for you, Mao." He flashed them both a smile before stepping out of the room. He did feel a bit better than he had a minute ago, thanks to both of the odd males in the room. "Don't get into too much trouble," he urged with a wave of his large hand, turning to slip into the hall and toward his own Block.

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[info]fuckingcatboy
2009-05-26 09:08 pm UTC (link)
Mao was ever so slightly disappointed the shoe to the face thing didn't result in a bout of testosteroney rough housing. Maybe next time. He was desperate for some one to be a dumb male with. An older brother type. Yeah. Exactly that. Boys his own age wanted nothing to do with him, he couldn't imagine what school would have been like for him if he hadn't got sent to Revolve. He just got a little taste of what could have been in the year before he was shipped off. Everyone had just gotten to the age were sexuality came into play with bullies, and any boy who was a little different was instantly labeled a 'fag'. Totally unfair. Mao was only half gay.

"Well, alright. See ya -- ..." Mao's face went blank, followed by a sheepish kind of confusion and a hint of guilt with his small smile. He had forgotten the green man's name. He hated that horrible feeling like it was on the tip of his tongue but his brain just couldn't spit it out. Normal people experienced this now and then, not usually with people they saw everyday. Mao had to deal with it all the time. "Uhm. See ya!" His fallback plan was to just pretend he wasn't going to say anything more to begin with.

"Okay! Tomorrow is Guitar Hero day! Oh, and Tekken maybe...Katamari Damacy..." Too many awesome games, how was he ever going to choose which ones to show Wade first? He pouted. Being kicked out? Already? The boy let out a long, overly dramatic, suffering sigh.

"Fiiiine...Just come to Green Block and start yelling for me, and if I'm not there go outside and follow the sound of very loud music, I'll probably be the cause of it." He hopped off the bed, waving goodbye enthusiastically, calling out over his shoulder as he bounded down the hall.

"Sayonara, buddy!"

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