deadpool is here, breakin' your universes. (mouthymerc) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2013-04-25 19:57:00 |
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In the collision against his fist, there was definitely a snap. The man's jaw had broken, and Deadpool either didn't notice or didn't care as his captive crumpled to the ground out of his chair, crying in painfully strained hysterics, now afraid to open his mouth enough to allow sufficient outbursts of protests and begging, fearing the painful responses. For a quiet moment, he just stayed on the floor, gurgling in his own pity before he found the gumption to push himself back up, no real choice but to look at his overly animated tormentor. "So what'd you think of that one? And be honest -- I was thinking shoryuken, but I can't use that now. I might get sued. Gotta go for something cool but with the same pizzazz -- hey. Hey," his voiced darkened a little as he continued, which commanded the other man's full attention despite the fact that only seconds before he'd been lulling in and out of conscious, seeming to want to let himself go. Just pass out. Yet there was a part of him that was too afraid of the results of leaving himself completely vulnerable in a room with this lunatic, and that part kept him awake. "Are you listening? I want to name my moves. I need your help." Wade. No. Wade. Fine. "I also need the name I asked you for earlier. Just one name and then... Something less bad will happen to you than if you lie, I guess." The ‘I guess’ seemed to tack on some inevitable truth, and the man on the floor looked like something clicked. He wasn’t about to speak (because that would hurt), but the expression on his face was enough for Deadpool to sufficiently gather that his victim realized he wasn’t walking out of this. Not alive, at least. A heavy sigh from Deadpool, and he crossed his arms. "Okay fine, we both know what’s going down here soooo. I can kill you slowly and painfully. Or I can kill you mercifully--" After I’ve had my fun, right? Uh, duh. Of course Okay good, “--It’s all up to you.” The aching jaw was somehow forgotten in a moment of panic; listening to this crazy, ridiculously dressed moron was more than enough of a slow death for him. He wanted the merciful way. A quick death. Fuck, please, the quickest death possible. So, he tried to speak, mouth twisted open into an AHHH as that broken jaw snapped him back to realization that it existed. "Oh right. I broke your jaw.” Deadpool put his hand to his chin, raising an eyebrow (not that it could be seen) and walking over to a desk. Pen and paper and desk. That’d work. With almost too much care, Deadpool dragged the guy over to the desk. Sat him up real nice, handed him the pen real gently, even added a few words of encouragement... “Hey man, if you lie to me, just remember I know where you live...d. And if you were thinking about lying to me, because you were. Weren’t you?” Deadpool leaned closer, and the man grimaced, drew in breath, and cried out again as he felt his left wrist snap. “Well, just case you were!” Now in a crying heap collapsed over the desk, the man was no longer looking at Deadpool when the mercenary realized, “...You weren’t left-handed, were you?” A whimper, and a nod. Deadpool’s eyes narrowed. “Well then, I guess you’d better switch it up real quick then, right?” |