Your Friendly Neighborhood Mercenary (deadp0ol) wrote in freedomtownic, @ 2015-07-14 17:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, deadpool (deadp0ol) |
Who: Alex and Wade
Where: Alex's hospital room
When: Friday, July 10th (the day after her arrival)
What: A business proposition
Rating: Low
Once Alex was finally at the hospital, Lauren cleaned her wound, sewed it up and dressed it, then told Alex that she was to stay overnight for observation, to rest and receive a blood transfusion. To be honest, Alex hadn't had a better nights sleep in her entire life. Right now, she was sitting up on a hospital bed, having just finished lunch, and was currently reading a book that the good doctor had lent her. To be honest, she still thought that she'd gone off the deep end, but hey, may as well roll with it, right?
"God, chicks with glasses are hot. ANYWAY! Hidy-ho, Ms. Vause... how ya feelin' this fine afternoon?" Dear sweet lord. Was Wade determined to make everyone onboard Knowhere as insane as he was? He walked into Alex's room at the hospital, wearing his usual costume, but with a candy-striper's outfit over it. Sigh. "Tell Dr. Wilson what's goin' on."
She looked up and quirked an eyebrow at him. What the fuck? "My doctor's a Mexican Luchador now?" She asked, marking a page in her book and setting it aside. Okay, so this was the first visitor that she'd had, who was also evidently more entertaining that whatever it was she was reading. She took her glasses off and perched them on top of her head. "I'm feeling fine, although if I'm going nuts then the other doctor's more my type."
"Oh yeah, I figured that much. For what it's worth, Lauren's totally a hot piece." Wade replied with a laugh. "And as you MIGHT have figured out, I'm not really a doctor. I don't even play one on TV, although that upsets me greatly. What I *am* however, is a guy who's very interested in giving you gainful employment while you're here."
"...You can't be serious." Alex blinked and let out a throaty laugh. "Okay, a). Who are you? And b). The talking Russian dog did tell you that I'm a convict, right?" She'd decided that there was no real point in hiding it sometime after breakfast.
"First, I'm almost never TOTALLY serious. You get used to it. Second, my name's Wade Wilson. People call me Deadpool. Ok, so they also call me asshole, douchebag, dickhead, and more, but you can just call me Wade. Third, the dog didn't have to tell me anything. I know exactly who you are, Alex." He paused, sitting down beside her bed in a small chair. "It's cool if I call you Alex, right?"
Alex narrowed her eyes at him. You're being paranoid. And delusional. And god knows what else. She moved into a sitting position, clutching a pillow to her chest. "...Really depends where you're going with this, Wilson." She was used to calling people by last names by this point. Or really weird nicknames.
"You read the stupid pamphlet yet? I hope so, or this is gonna sound even dumber." Wade said with an all-too-amused grin under his mask. "I know you because you're a character on a television show I like."
"The dog--Cosmo gave me the cliff-notes," she said with a dry tone, just looking at him like... well, like she was pretty certain she was in the psych ward at this point. Suddenly, she leaned over and pushed him in the shoulder. Hard. "Do I feel like a goddamn fictional character to you?"
"No, no you don't..." He replied, obviously trying not to laugh. "Look, babe. You're real. Obviously. But in this reality, you're not. You think you got it bad? We got goddamn Darth Vader here. I can't even walk past him without squealing and humming the Imperial March. So just don't take offense that I know about you. Instead look at it as... opportunity."
He leaned against the wall, crossing his arms. "Way I look at it, you can live in a small one-bedroom apartment here with pretty much no money to your name outside of a tiny stipend your hosts provide... or you can work for me, make MAD money, and live in the best conditions POSSIBLE up here."
She rolled her eyes. "And let me guess. The kind of work that you want me to do isn't strictly... on the level." Hey, she might not have the best education going, but she wasn't a moron, either.
"It's a lot more on the level than you'd think, babe." He told her, pulling a chair over near the bed and sitting down. "I mean, there may be a few less-than-legal things mixed in occasionally, but more than anything? It's things of a sensitive nature. Things I need to do, but don't have time for. And in those situations, I need someone I know can handle dealing with people. And I know enough about you to know you can use charm and intimidation equally when necessary." He looked her over, having one of those moments where he felt so odd talking to someone he'd thought of as fictitious. "Basically? This is a chance to use talents typically reserved for bad things, to do GOOD. To help people. Take something bad and make something good out of it. Kinda like the Clone Wars series. They took an abortion of a movie and turned it into a really good show."
Alex took a few minutes to digest that, moving her thick-framed glasses back to their perch on her nose. Really, what the hell else was she going to do with her time? "...Tell me about the money again," she said evenly. "And there better be perks beyond the living conditions. I'm not that easy."
"Here's the deal." Wade explained, clasping his hands behind his head to relax. "I get people up here what they need. It's usually supplies, food, clothing, stuff like that. Sometimes it's also weapons, medications that would typically need a prescription (which obvs, they wouldn't have here), etc. I already have contacts I see for these things. I need you to be the go-to. The gal who I send down there to talk to my people and bring stuff up here. And most of all... make sure that you don't let them screw us too bad on the prices. You do this, and I guarantee you'll make at the very LEAST double what you were making in your... 'old profession'. And I'll see to it that you're left alone up here, and not bound by the rules that a criminal typically would."
Alex nodded as she listened, letting her body relax as she moved her hand to the steel railing of the bed, tapping her fingers against it as she thought about what he had to say. "You'll have to introduce me to your contacts. They're not the only ones that have to be comfortable with this new arrangement. If at any point I don't feel comfortable or safe, I have no problem with walking away." Although the idea of doing some traveling appealed to the nomad in her. Still... "And if it comes down to you or me, I will end you in a heartbeat."
"And it is SO CUTE that you think that." He said with a laugh, patting her on the head. "Look. Nobody's gonna MAKE you do this. You don't like it? You feel uncomfortable? Tell me and we'll end the arrangement, guaranteed. But as for the ending me part?" He sighed, peeling off one of his gloves to reveal the gnarled hand beneath. Pulling out a switchblade, he quickly sliced off his own index finger.... then hummed the Jeopardy theme as it slowly grew back in front of them. "Way more dangerous than you have tried and failed, gorgeous."
"...Jesus fucking Christ. What part of your brain made you think that it was okay to do that?" Still, Alex slapped a palm against her forehead and started laughing hysterically, tears in her eyes. "I must be fucking losing my mind." Still after a few minutes, she shrugged and smiled. "Sure. Why not. Girl's gotta pass her time somehow, right?"
"....you're just lucky I chose to demonstrate using my finger." He said, clearly wagging his eyebrows suggestively behind that mask. "ANYWAY. Trust me. I'll take care of you. This isn't some criminal thing. We're helping people who need it. This will make you a HERO, Alex. Not a pariah. That's a cool word, actually. 'Pariah'. Like... Pariah Carey. Anyhoo. Think of yourself as my administrative assistant, in a way. Just with weapons and meds and shit. Oh, and I'll probably spoil you rotten, just because you FUCKING RULE."
"Why would you..." She started to ask, then stopped herself. Some questions just didn't need the answer to. As to everything else he said, she nodded along with him as if it made perfect sense. This all still felt so goddamn surreal to her. "Wish more people felt that way," she said dryly, before a sly smile crossed her features, "you mind if I start tomorrow, though? I wouldn't mind trying my luck with that receptionist on my way out." Alex clearly had her priorities sorted, huh?
"Holly? Damn... YOU GO, GIRL." Wade laughed, giving her the thumbs up. "Don't worry about it. You get healed, and get yourself situated. I'll get things set up for you to have a better place. I'll probably get you a place close to where me and The Mrs. live, to make things easier."
Alex quirked an eyebrow at him and laughed again. "Someone married your crazy ass?" At least it seemed like she was starting to get comfortable with him, which few people really seemed to. Maybe this new situation would work out after all. "Now this I have to see."
"Of course! She's a centuries-old succubus who's the Queen of the underworld, so YAY I MARRIED INTO ROYALTY!" He laughed, cabbage-patching in his seat. "So I can tell people my wife is a demon in the sack and mean that shit LITERALLY."
"Nice." Alex put her hand up for a high-five. She almost asked if the wife had any sisters but refrained. Some things were fun to find out on your own. "You know, despite being a complete nutbar, you're actually kind of funny."
"And sweetheart, no offense but you NEED some funny in your life." He commented, poking her cutely on the nose. "So you get that sexy bod healed up, and go get your groove on if you want.... and I'll check up on you tomorrow. Cos for now? I gots to go work on getting you a decent crib."
"Alright. Well, you know where to find me to let me know how that goes," she told him with another brief laugh, shaking her head. She figured the good doc might keep her around the hospital for another day or two, but... hey, that didn't mean that she had to stay in bed, right? A mischievous grin crossed her face. "Unless, of course, I talk my way out of this bed and into someone else's." She had her ways.