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Wade Wilson (mercenary_wade) wrote in athinblackline,

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?