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Post by Simon Burkett on Oct 12, 2006 14:34:30 GMT -5
He could smell the her sweet scent, feel the soft warmth of her skin against his as they embraced, looking into each others eyes. She was so beautiful. Their lips closed and ...
Simon fell off the bed with a soft thump. The carpet and duvet cushioned the fall but the impact was more than enough to jolt him from the pleasantness of the dream.
A narrow strip of morning sunshine streamed through the gap in the curtains and he blinked sleepily in the golden light.
The images were already fading, drifting away like so much mist on a breeze.
Well, shit.
He pulled himself to his feet and disentangled himself from the bedclothes.
Well, Simon mused to himself, you're awake now.
Sort of.
Yawning and still more than a little sleep addled he padded across the room and out into the hall to seek out the bathroom before it became the nexus of morning activity.
The fact that he was still clad only in his shorts registered not at all.
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Post by danielle on Oct 21, 2006 3:23:30 GMT -5
One night. She'd managed to get one night with a bedroom to herself, but now that morning had arrived Dani knew that she'd be getting a roommate.
Not until the rest of the house had woken up, though. Certainly not until they'd all gotten themselves sorted out and Marie could find the oldest girl already staying there and start the rearrangements.
Poking her head out the door, Dani took a quick look up and down the hallway before heading down toward the bathroom. She wanted to get a quick shower in before everyone else woke up, and then head down for breakfast. Of course, being that the house was full of kids of all ages, it was probably best that she change out of her pyjamas before she did that.
The little pink and white striped shorts were no more revealing than what she normally wore though, Dani supposed. The little black babydoll with 'Rogues do it from behind' emblazoned on the front had become her sleeping shirt, as she didn't think it was really the kind of thing to wear for all to see in the Rogue's place. Especially since she still didn't know who the rogue around here was.
Turning the corner, Dani saw Simon approaching and blinked. He... well, he wasn't dressed. For a moment she wondered if she'd actually woken up at all, but then she probably wouldn't have been in her pyjamas if this was a dream.
Her cheeks coloured at the thought.
"Er... Morning."
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Post by Simon Burkett on Oct 21, 2006 14:37:55 GMT -5
Simon rubbed the slight trace of fuzz that had developed over night and yawned again. His hair was still sleep-messed. So it was that when Dani came around the corner he at first believed quite thoroughly that he hadn't fallen out of bed and woken up and was, in fact, still dreaming.
Then she stopped and went a little pink in the cheeks.
"Morning," he replied, with a lazy smile.
She was looking at him ... strangely. Simon couldn't quite put his finger on what that look was saying.
"Sleep well? Thought I ... was ... the ... only ... ... ... "
He trailed off as the fact that he was standing in front of her clad in nothing more than his underwear finally registered. A pink flush slowly crept its way across his own face.
Well this is awkward.
Oh. Crap.
You know, she really does have beautiful legs, look ...
Simon viciously smothered his inner-monologue with a pillow before it could get him into even more trouble. Still, it had a point; she really did have VERY sexy ...
A feeling stirred down below.
Shit!
MARLON BRANDO GETTING NAKED!
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Post by danielle on Oct 22, 2006 1:50:09 GMT -5
"Uh, yeah, it was a bit hot though."
Just like her cheeks, growing redder and redder in response to his.
She had a vague thought that the pair of them were absolutely hopeless, but it was pushed aside. By the fact that she was looking at Simon.
Almost naked.
Apparently it had been a bit hot for him, too. She wondered for a moment what Mickey thought of rooming with a guy who slept in his underwear - because Dani couldn't imagine Simon taking clothes off to walk out into the hall - but that too was forgotten when her eyes flicked down and then back up again.
Ohgodhe'sinhisunderwear!
Her mouth twitched into the start of a smile.
"So... Um. Who's getting the bathroom first? Rock, paper, scissors?"
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Post by Simon Burkett on Oct 22, 2006 13:44:19 GMT -5
"No ... uh ... that's ok, you ... can go first."
I have sudden, compelling need to be wearing more clothes!
"I'll ... go and get dressed."
He gave her a nervous smile.
"And," he added hitting on sudden inspiration, "I could always ... go and start breakfast! What do you fancy?"
I fancy ... you!
Quiet now.
In fact I could eat you with a spoon!
MARLON BRANDO GETTING NAKED!
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Post by danielle on Oct 22, 2006 21:32:15 GMT -5
"Um. OK then." She suddenly wished that she'd thought to bring clothes with her, for after her shower. Surely the towels wouldn't show any more than her usual clothing did, though. In fact, a towel would probably be less revealing than some of what she wore - Dani really didn't care overmuch if she showed a bit of leg or midriff. Her grandfather had never cared what she wore, so she'd gotten used to wearing what was comfortable.
But towels weren't clothes, just like underwear wasn't proper clothes.
Simon's in his underwear.
Dani ran one hand through her hair while she thought.
"Um, breakfast would be awesome. Thanks Simon."
The smile she gave him wasn't so nervous.
Simon's a nice guy.
Cute, too.
And he's standing around in his underwear.
Her cheeks went pink-ish again.
Over the course of her thinking, Dani had slowly drifted closer to the bathroom - and, by default, Simon.
Who was, her brain pointed out helpfully, still dressed in his underwear.
"I guess, you know, eggs and toast or something, unless there's some southern breakfast that I have to eat."
You never could tell.
"Thanks, Simon."
Her cheeks were still pinkish as she leaned over and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.
Then, shooting him a quick smile, Dani pushed the door open and locked herself in the bathroom.
He's in his underwear.
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Post by Simon Burkett on Oct 23, 2006 13:40:31 GMT -5
Simon stared at the now closed bathroom door and blinked. He was pretty sure he had actually melted into a small puddle of liquid Simon and wouldn't be capable of moving from that spot until somebody scooped him up and put him into a bottle.
She kissed me.
A stupid smile stole its way across his features, a smile that seemed to go very well indeed with the overwhelming sense of butterflies and adrenaline coursing through his system.
He probably would have still been standing there when she came out, a scene that would have been as awkward as it was amusing, had his brain not given him a mental nudge of reminder about breakfast.
With that firmly in mind he wandered dreamily back to the bedroom to throw some clothes on and get to the important business of food.
That was ... nice!
Tell me about it.
I just did.
Shut up.
It looked like Mickey was still sleeping, which was probably a good thing, since Simon returning from unknown quarters clad only in his underwear would be cause for speculation that he could really do without.
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Post by danielle on Oct 24, 2006 3:53:44 GMT -5
Ten minutes later found Dani padding downstairs with still-damp hair, clad in denim shorts that were no longer than her pyjama pants and a simple black singlet.
It sounded like the rest of the house was starting to wake up, and she made a mental note to ask exactly how many kids were there. Marie was a saint, opening her home to anyone that needed it like this.
"Shower's free."
She wandered into the kitchen with butterflies in her stomach. What if she'd just totally freaked Simon out and he'd decided that breakfast wasn't a good idea because he didn't want to be sitting with a complete weirdo? He hadn't really had much of a reaction, after all - what if he'd run off and now he was going to be all awkward and...
Oh, god. Why did I do that?
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Post by Simon Burkett on Oct 24, 2006 15:11:04 GMT -5
Simon, in the mean-time had thrown on a pair of baggy shorts and a sleeveless shirt that he was vaguely aware didn't belong to him. Right now it didn't matter; the bread was in the toaster and he had a sizzling pan in his hand and was about to crack an egg.
"Uh ... that's ok ... I'll shower after breakfast," he gave her a shy smile over his shoulder.
Keep your eyes on the cooking oil idiot!
D'OH!
A droplet of oil popped out of the pan and onto his arm with a sharp, but momentary pain.
Point taken.
"How ... do you like your eggs?"
He said, putting the pan back down on the hob.
There had to be some sort of award for cooking under exceptionally distracting circumstances. Simon was no master chef by any measure.
He had, until relatively recently, been a student after all.
Food came from a microwave. Or out of a pot having had boiling water applied.
Still, for Dani he would BE Emeril Lagasse!
Jamie Oliver!
Delia Smith!
Careful now!
Um ... yeah.
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Post by danielle on Oct 25, 2006 9:25:11 GMT -5
Oh, good. He was there, and he was smiling at her, and he was cooking.
These were all good things.
"My eggs?" She considered the old come-on line comeback 'Unfertilised' for a moment, but decided that it had taken too long for her to say it and Simon would definitely think she was weird then.
"Oh, I don't mind... I'm not much of a cook, to be honest, so however you do them as long as they're not burned to a crisp. That'll be better than what I can do, anyway."
She gave him another smile, although he seemed to be paying attention to the pan so he probably hadn't seen it.
"Did you want a drink or anything?" She opened the fridge and stood in front of it with a vague thought that fridges were supposed to be closed again quickly. If that was the case, they should all have glass doors so you could make a proper decision.
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Post by deadpool on Oct 27, 2006 7:16:05 GMT -5
(continued from DP Road Trip)
Deadpool poked his head through the door, surveying the kitchen for the heavenly aroma of breakfasting freestyles. Naturally, his eyes drifted to the incredibly short shorts that were painted onto a stupidly nice butt that was attached to perfectly brown legs that were connected to something. Was that a girl? Yes, a girl.
For some reason, he couldn't get the Three's Company theme song out of his head. Come and knock on our door! (come and knock on our door!) We've been waiting for youuuu! (We've been waiting for you!)
He shook his head clear of both the Bountiful Bottom of Beauty (tm) and the obnoxious theme song, and then his nose led him to look at the dork cooking breakfast. He wondered vaguely if the two were together, then pretty much dismissed the idea as complete absurdity.
And if anyone knew complete absurdity, it was Wade Wilson.
"G'Morning!" He said cheerily at the two, now halfway through the door in his full leather body-suit/armor, mask, and supply belts crisscrossed over his chest and waist. Little did anyone know, more than a few of those pouches held highly illegal weapons and explosives.
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Post by danielle on Oct 27, 2006 7:46:56 GMT -5
The voice brought Dani out of her thoughts and enlightened her to the fact that she'd been leaning on the fridge door gazing in for quite a long time.
She closed it as she turned around with a smile.
"Mor..."
Blink. Blink.
"Are you wearing a full leather bodysuit?"
Yeah, there was that lack of connection between her brain and her mouth showing.
"What am I, Captain Obvious?"
Wait, did I say that out loud?
Wow. They really did get all sorts at The Rogue's Place. Well, at least she could rest assured that she wasn't actually the weirdest person there.
At least, it didn't seem that way so far. Maybe he was perfectly normal under all that leather.
She actually laughed out loud at the thought.
Wait, that wasn't good. What if he thought she was laughing at him? Dani could just imagine a small version of this guy trotting off to school in his little leather bodysuit and having rocks thrown at him or something.
"I'm Dani. Are... are you new?"
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Post by Admin on Oct 28, 2006 21:30:24 GMT -5
"Heya, Marie... would you mind... I... Kitchen... foodstuffs?"
Marie laughed, "not at all, excuse me for not asking before now." She waved him into the kitchen, finished her glass of tea, and stood slowly, in no rush to go back into the business of the house. Sometimes having new people show up was a blessing, because it least it got her out of the norm for a while... especially when the new person was as un-normal as Deadpool.
Still, she followed him in, set her glass down in the sink, and proceeded to smile inwardly at Dani's awkward hello. She'd seemed to have made a friend in Simon, which was probably fortunate for them both, seeing as how they both were so... quirky.
"Good morning to the both of you," Marie said as she turned her smile back out on the world. "This is Wade, and he's looking for... well, I'll let him explain it." She nodded to him - it would be far easier letting the man in the full leather bodysuit explain the search rather than trying to do it herself.
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Post by deadpool on Oct 30, 2006 18:14:23 GMT -5
Deadpool was a bit too busy making love-eyes at the sizzling breakfast, and the half-full container of eggs next to it. He glanced up at Simon, both hand clamped expectantly in front of his chest. “Hey buddy, mind throwin’ some more breakfast on the order for yours truly? That’d be keen! Peachy-keen!”
Then he shook he head, and turned in an animated fashion toward the ladies, whom he’d ignored for a moment.
“Huh? Oh, yeah, this is a full leather bodysuit, alright, though it’s quite multi-functional! It’s armor, weather-resistant, doesn’t chafe, does my taxes – it’s pretty impressive stuff. Designed by the Weapon X cats, and those guys know how to design a full leather bodysuit.”
"I'm Dani. Are... are you new?"
"This is Wade, and he's looking for... well, I'll let him explain it." She nodded to him - it would be far easier letting the man in the full leather bodysuit explain the search rather than trying to do it herself.
“Thanks Marie, but really, Wade’s been dead for years. Died of skin cancer. I’m Deadpool.” He nodded at Dani, trying not to notice how short her short shorts were short. “I’m not really a… uhh, patient? Student? Here. I’m a mercenary, and I’m just passing through – though it’s such a nice place, I may have to come back for a longer visit.”
He looked back over at Simon, hoping that he had put the breakfast on. Man he was hungry. Seemed having mutant powers on top of his bizarre physiology meant he ate a lot. Weak.
“Yeah, so, I was in Baltimore, right? I was in that big fight over Novatex and that cure business… and after Mystique shot me in the face – she’s so cute when she’s mad – the building blew up I was in… long story short, I lost two katanas that I’d rightfully stolen from a mutant Japanese mobster who controls a band of secret ninja, and now that a fortune-telling mutant has given me a series of places I should look, I’m here at this one to look around for em’.”
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Post by Simon Burkett on Oct 31, 2006 17:10:46 GMT -5
"Uh, yeah, Mountain Dew would be great," he carefully broke a couple of eggs into the sizzling pan and watched with a small amount of satisfaction as they started to white up nicely. He wasn't much of a cook, but eggs?
He could do eggs.
Then Marie arrived with a gimp.
If it hadn't been for the frying eggs the next action probably would have been to defend himself with the pan. The side effect of that would have been covering himself in hot fat.
And eggs.
Instead he glanced nervously over his shoulder at the newcomer and mumbled a hesitant, "er ... hi."
Marie didn't seem at all fazed by her guests outlandish appearance and Simon wondered again about the deep south, back country ways.
Perhaps there were more gimps in Caldecott than one would expect.
The gimp was apparently called Wade.
Or Deadpool.
Or Wade.
And he wanted breakfast too.
"Uh ... sure."
How's he going to eat it? It dosn't even have a zipper mouth!
Maybe, I dunno, maybe he has some sort of gimp straw?
And he is looking for swords he lost in Baltimore in a house in Caldecott? Is he insane?
He's wearing a red and black gimp suit.
Point taken.
"So ... uh ... Deadpool ... how do you like your eggs?"
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Post by danielle on Nov 1, 2006 7:36:57 GMT -5
A few more like Deadpool and they would start calling them patients.
"You're looking for swords?"
Apparently, Simon was just going to go with the smile and nod course of action, which probably would have been the smart thing to do.
Dani wasn't like most people, though.
"Did the fortune teller lady tell you why they'd be in Caldecott? I mean, surely they'd be buried in the rubble under the NovaTex building... Was that one of the places she told you to look?"
It wasn't that Dani wasn't smart. It was just that she really didn't stop to consider what she was saying. Here was a guy that was obviously a little unhinged, calling Mystique cute for shooting him in the face and going on a quest from a crazy fortune teller lady, so there was no telling what he could do if someone said the wrong thing.
But she hadn't gotten Simon a drink yet, and her mind was on that rather than what Deadpool's reaction to all of that would be. Pulling the bottle out of the fridge, Dani rose up onto her tiptoes to fetch a couple of glasses for her and Simon. She hesitated for a moment, looking back at the leather-clad man.
"Did you want a Mountain Dew, too?"
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Post by deadpool on Nov 1, 2006 7:51:42 GMT -5
"My good man, like any other red-blooded Canadian-American, I likes me eggs Sunny Side up, just like me." Deadpool said to Simon, standing on his toes to examine the man's cooking. "Got any bacon or anything? Oh toast! Right on man, toast would be most excellent. I appreciate it, bro. You have no idea how hungy you can get with the combination of mad science I have inside me."
He looked back to Dani, who was standing on her tip-toes. Now that was just uncalled for. He could understand wearing short shorts and a half-shirt... but for the love of God... why were those shorts... so short?
"Mountain Dew would be a perfect chance to wash down the sugary cascade of southern ice tea with a sugary cascade of chemicals. Now that my metabolism is off the charts, I've no more need to watch out for my acrobat's figure."
He leaned against the counter, realizing it had been quite a while since he'd had such a relaxed time with new people. The lack of shooting or universe-collapsing encounters was likely the key.
"Nah, I checked what was left of the old hospital. I even had Bolly Trask's men check, since I was on his payroll at the time. Nothin'... they were adamantium, so they wouldn't have been damaged by the blast. The old psychic lady gave me a list of places to go, all over the world. I've been in Africa, South America, Australia, Japan, the UK, Moira MacTaggart's Fortress of Solitude... hell, I even went to New York of all places. Nothin'. I know what you're thinkin', this has to be the ravings of a complete lunatic - and I thought so too, that lady was pretty crazy... but you ever get one of those feelings, deep inside your gut? Something that just tells you you're on the right track? Well everything inside me led me to believe that either she was completely correct, or that this was at least an original plotline."
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Post by Simon Burkett on Nov 1, 2006 15:00:39 GMT -5
"She ... told you to look for swords you lost in Baltimore in Australia?"
Simon pondered this for a moment as he carefully removed the two eggs from the pan and flopped them onto the toast on the plate. The fact that he managed to do it without any sort of major disaster occurring came as something of a surprise.
He handed the plate to Dani with a shy smile and then set about prepared some breakfast for the gimp.
Deadpool.
Why is he called Deadpool?
Sometimes it's best not to ask.
I think you could be right there.
"That must have been one hell of a blast!"
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Post by danielle on Nov 1, 2006 21:56:01 GMT -5
"An original..."
She thought that he might be breaking her brain. Obviously, he was a few sandwiches short of a picnic.
Just smile and nod at the crazy person.
And people thought she was weird.
Anyway, Simon was done making breakfast, and that was a good thing. With an equally shy smile, Dani accepted the plate and sat down, taking a small bite.
Oooh, it's good.
"Thanks, Simon." She sent another smile in his direction, taking another bite before turning her attention back to what Deadpool had been talking about.
"So you haven't found them any of the places she sent you to so far? Did she give you a list? Cause it'll probably be in the last place you look, my grand-dad used to say that about his keys." Of course, if he switched up the order, it was still likely to be in the last place he looked. Life was just like that sometimes.
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Post by deadpool on Nov 2, 2006 15:14:03 GMT -5
DP looked at Simon and shrugged. "Well obviously it wasn't blasted to one of those locations, Oz, I'm assuming it got taken to one by theivery. And if there's one thing I hate, it's when people thieve my thievery."
He leaned against the counter, military belts clinking against the tiles, and looked back at Dani with a nod.
"I know, that's what I thought too. So I switched up the list, but knowing life, it'll still be in the last place I look. I feel like I'm stuck in a wacky Ben Stiller movie, where every move I make is the wrong one."
He spaced out for a moment, thinking, then shook his head cartoonily and seemed to brighten up.
"So how about you guys? What are you doing here, what are your plans, etc etc?"
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