Who: Deadpool and OPEN What: Killing boredom (friends, enemies, frienemies? Talking, fighting, whatever) Where: The Projects or edge of the wilderness When: Late Sunday Rating: Will update
Coming to Everett had probably been Wade Wilson's best idea for a long time. In his short time here, he'd discovered that a group, codenamed “The Avengers” by SHIELD (that's the Strategic Homeland International Espionage Logistics Division, if Wade was remembering correctly) was here, had drinks with an ancient vampire that ripped his arm off and found out an old frienemy named Logan was still kicking around. The mighty Wolverine, or 'honey bear' as Wade liked to call him, if only to get a rise out of him. Sometimes, it was what Wade did best, pissing people off with his mouth. Stryker had always made his comments about how he'd be the perfect soldier if it weren't for his mouth...
The Projects didn't seem to be a very exciting place even though there had been some warnings circulating around the net that he'd finally been able to connect to after all this time. This place? Dangerous? For a child, maybe. Wade wanted to think that his reputation preceded him, but maybe Logan had gone out of his way to tell people not to get involved with him. Though maybe he was just over-thinking everything and there just wasn't as much action as he thought there might be. The projects looked like a war zone. It had gotten Wade's hopes up.
He'd spent most of the day wandering, scoping things out, checking out the area while on the roof of a building through the scope of his high powered rifle. Wade loved his weapons, but his swords? His swords were his whole life. The only thing he think he ever loved, other than Vanessa. She'd been his world, from what he could remember, which wasn't much, but he cherished everything he did recall.
“Sun is setting, hopefully the freaks come out at night.” The freaks are out, Wade. You're out, remember? “Oh, ha ha. Very funny. Clearly I'm not the only freak out here. You saw that hot vampire.” The one that ripped your arm off? “Correction, the one that ripped my arm off and gave me unlimited booze.”
Wade skillfully made his way down from the perch he'd had on the top of a building, a back flip here, a leap there, dropping down almost silently to the ground, his weapons shifting on his body. Straightening, he began to wander the darkened streets of the projects, whistling happily. God, he wished Cable was around for a good ol' time.