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Post by danielle on Nov 3, 2006 5:16:59 GMT -5
Just smile and nod at the crazy person.
At this rate, it was going to become her personal mantra.
Dani had gotten the impression that Simon was one of the people from the Rogue's Place that wasn't entirely comfortable with talking about the past.
As in, about his mutant past.
So she started rambling enough for the both of them.
"Do you know much about the Rogue's Place? A lot of the people here used to be mutants. You know, until the cure came out. Or the option or whatever they're calling it now. Don't really have too many plans to speak of - I need to get a job, so I can help out Marie and Lee - I have to go down into town sometime today to put in applications."
She finally stopped for another bite of her egg-on-toast, but as soon as that was done Dani started up again.
"It's really generous of them, to let us all stay here, but houses don't pay for themselves and lots of the younger kids can't get jobs to help out or anything." She was stopped by the sudden realisation that she didn't actually know who looked after the younger ones most days.
Then she remembered that they probably had to go to school.
"But yeah. I'm just trying to... you know, get used to... things. What about you, what are you going to do when you find your swords?"
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Post by Simon Burkett on Nov 3, 2006 15:45:10 GMT -5
Simon tipped the next pair of eggs out onto the fresh toast and hesitantly slid the plate down the counter toward the hornet gimp. He admitted to himself that he was extremely curious as to how the man was going to eat through his mask.
Or if he was going to take it off.
Simon wasn't sure which idea was more unsettling.
Maybe he dosn't have a face!
Maybe you should shut up.
Maybe he's got, like, four million eyes!
Shut up now.
Simon found that he was staring and suddenly jerked his gaze away.
Only to find his eyes settling on Dani's shorts-clad backside.
A pink flush rose in his cheeks and settled there with a sort of casual smugness that said it was going to stay there for awhile.
"So ... uh ... where else have you got to look, because I'm pretty sure they arn't here."
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Post by deadpool on Nov 3, 2006 21:06:34 GMT -5
Deadpool leaned on the counter, sitting comfortably in a bar chair. “Can't Hardly Wait to get me outta here, eh?” he said to Simon, pulling his breakfast over. “Thanks for the grub... smells delish!”
He leaned over the meal, lifting his knife and fork... then looked back up to Dani. He nodded a few times, and pointed the fork at her casually.
“Yah, it's good to pitch in, especially in a place like this. Marie there's a doll for putting all you kids up.” For a moment he sounded as if he was just realizing the implication of that as well... he looked over at Rogue, an odd look twinkling in his eye. “It's rare in this world to find someone who will help you out with no hidden agenda.”
He glanced at her a moment more, shrugged whatever he was dazed over off, and turned to dive into the breakfast with his fork and knife. Then he stopped again, and looked back at Dani.
“Oh yeah, the swords... well, I reckon' after I get my babies back, I can go back to Hellhouse in Detroit, pick up some more merc jobs and see what happens. 'Course I found a mutant who's sort've fallen under my wing, looking to maybe become a mini-pool, so I need to see to that first. I suppose life will be busy for a while.”
The squinting of his eyes showed that he was giving her a grin, and then he returned his gaze on his breakfast. He was putting fork to egg when his cell phone rang. The song “Dirty Deeds (done dirt cheap) by AC/DC was the ring-tone, and included lyrics.
“oop! Sorry, know that's sorta rude...” He checked the phone, “Speaking of Mercy... that's the mini-pool... I should probably hear what she has to say.”
It took a few moments for him to check his voice-mail, but when he was done he stood up.
“Alright guys. It's been awesome, but I should really go and see just what kind of trouble she's gotten herself into now. You cats have been great. Do you mind if I take this on the road?” He asked, pointing at the breakfast. Even as he did he was opening a pouch on his belt, and drew out a ziplock bag. He dumped the eggs and toast into it haphazardly, humming a tune.
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Post by Admin on Nov 3, 2006 21:13:11 GMT -5
Rogue smiled sincerely at Deadpool's statements about her, catching his eye for a moment and giving him a nod of appreciative thanks. Her hidden agenda was the warmth she got from people appreciating her. There wasn't anything better in life, especially after spending so much time alone and untouchable.
"Take whatever you need," she responded to his question. "And if you ever need a place to stay in Mississippi, come on back. We'd be happy to have you."
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Post by danielle on Nov 4, 2006 3:49:41 GMT -5
Apparently they would never know how exactly Deadpool ate. Squishing the toast and eggs into the ziplock had, Dani noticed, burst one of the sunny-side-yolks and it was now running all through the inside of the bag, soaking his toast in warm yellow eggy goodness.
Obviously, Dani liked eggs. She was really quite simple to please, if you knew how to keep her entertained and keep yourself from telling her how off her rocker she was.
"Well, it was nice to meet you, Deadpool. Hopefully we'll see more of you one day."
Wait, that sounded kinda dirty.
"Uh, hopefully we'll see you again." After all, she had no idea what he looked like under the mask. Since he was wearing a mask, Dani assumed that it wasn't particularly good, but you never could tell. Maybe he covered his face so that all his adoring fans didn't follow him around everyone. Or so that he could undertake all his mercenary work without causing trouble for his family or something.
Maybe he's just really ugly. Maybe you're a tool.
Maybe it was just another crazy-person thing. He seemed to have plenty of those.
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Post by Simon Burkett on Nov 4, 2006 17:11:03 GMT -5
Simon stared at the bag with a faint sense of disappointment. Now he would never know how the leather-clad crazy man intended to eat. On the other hand, it meant that his almost epic level strangeness would be out of the house.
Surely a man in leather who liked to play with swords could not be a good thing in a house full of children.
Things like that usually ended badly with trench coats and automatic weapons.
And then somebody would make a movie about it in an attempt to attribute blame when really society as a whole was to blame.
Simon realised he was going off at something of a tangent.
"Um, enjoy your breakfast!"
Oh leather clad hornet gimp!
"Where will you head next?"
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Post by deadpool on Nov 5, 2006 10:48:11 GMT -5
Deadpool put the breakfast baggy back into the pouch the bag had come from, and headed toward the door. He stopped in the doorway, and turned to the others.
"Next will be an island in the Indian Ocean, I believe. Some place not really on the map, from what I understand, sort of like Vermont. Just another step on the ladder of my quest though... but don't worry kids. I'll be back again one day."
He gave the squinty eyes smile, and a little hand wave.
"I don't forget hospitality. And thank you so much for all that you've shown me... I feel I've made some friend's here at Rogue's Place. When I get my swords back I'll come and show em' to ya! They really are a beautiful thing! Okay, enough yammering, I'm out like Rob Lowe! Bye bye, bye bonz, and all that stuff!"
He vanished through the doorway, strutting along the path whistling the tune to Austin Powers.
When he got to the limo, he exchanged some words with William, and got inside. After a minute of them sitting there, the car pulled up to the mailbox, and Deadpool's gloved hand slipped an envelope into it.
In the long run, five hundred bucks wasn't a whole lot of money... but his funds were starting to run thin, and this trip was costing him nearly all of his savings. Still, anything to help Rogue keep up her good work.
Look at me, I'm going softer than than that time I accidentally switched my scrambled porn over to Eyes Wide Shut.
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Post by danielle on Nov 16, 2006 3:30:44 GMT -5
There was no chance to respond to it all before Deadpool was gone, and Dani just ended up looking across at Simon for a moment with a rather confused expression.
"Wow. That was... weird."
And people think I'm strange.
If she never encountered someone as odd as that in her life again, Dani would be happy. Some of the things that he'd said still felt like they were breaking her brain when she considered them, so she pushed the majority of it out of her mind and settled on remembering a pleasant, if odd, visit.
"I wonder how many islands there are around the place that aren't on the maps. That'd be nice, wouldn't it? A desert island somewhere with lots of coconut trees and pure white sand... Your own little piece of the world. Of course, it'd suck without the internet." Dani had often thought that she could happily live on her own in a cave somewhere for the rest of her life, so long as she could talk to people over the internet. Typing took time that made her actually consider her words, so she seemed to get along with people much more easily when it was through a computer screen.
"Hope he doesn't get lost." Shrugging, she went back to her egg-and-toast, smiling shyly at Simon as she took another small bite.
"This is really good, Simon, thanks again."
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Post by Simon Burkett on Nov 18, 2006 10:30:37 GMT -5
Simon firmly believed that Deadpool was already very, very lost in just about every conceivable way.
Marbles.
Perspective.
Direction.
Misplacing his way to a semi-mythical island in the Indian Ocean was the least of his troubles. He hadn't seemed like a bad guy though, just sort of disturbing. Though there were probably mutants that were far more disturbing than Wade Wilson.
Probably.
He smiled shyly back at Dani.
"You're welcome," he said and set about making himself some food.
And?
"And ... "
Shall we?
"Shall we ... take a walk into town later?"
Well done, have a cookie.
Shut up.
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Post by danielle on Nov 20, 2006 5:56:03 GMT -5
Simon's words came halfway through a bite of toast, and Dani paused, her whole face breaking into a smile. She dipped her head almost shyly, taking her bite and chewing it as quickly as she could.
"Mmmm," she nodded, finally swallowing and hoping that Simon hadn't taken her silence badly.
"Yeah, sure." She needed to take her applications down to the stores, which was a good excuse if she was reading more into the question than there actually was. It was entirely possible - Dani wasn't exactly well versed in relationships of any kind, let alone romantic ones.
Was that even what she and Simon were starting? God, she didn't know. Why a smart guy like Simon would be interested in anything with a girl like her...
Her cheeks reddened and she nodded again. "Yeah, that'd be nice."
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