Post by deadpool on Aug 29, 2006 20:48:01 GMT -5
Ahhh... New York City. There really is no place quite like the Big Apple, ya know? So when Deadpool and William showed up, they were quite glad to be there. Not only were they back on the great, American soil, there were also in the greatest city on Earth.
At least that's basically what was summed up on Deadpool's cap, which read 'I <3 NY.'
“Ahhh... New York City.” Deadpool said, looking over at William, who was driving the old-style limo they were riding in. Oddly, DP was in the front seat with the driver. “There really is no place quite like the Big Apple, ya know? So when I and you showed up, we were quite glad to be here. Not only were we back on the great, American soil, we were also in the greatest city on Earth.”
William stared at Deadpool for a minute, struck with a strange case of Deja vu. Also, it was pretty much strange to be talking to someone about something that was happening directly at the time, but saying it in third person.
“That's because it's third person narrative.” Deadpool said to William.
“Huh?” William replied.
“What?” Deadpool asked.
They both shook their heads and looked in different directions, as the limo pulled up to a hotel. They both looked at it's height, and nodded to each other. Will found a place to park.
Outside, Deadpool nodded up to the place. “This looks good, actually. We'll crash here tonight and continue our wacky adventure tomorrow... sound good? I hope they've got cable in this mug, cuz I needs me some HBO. I heard- ”
This time it was William who cut HIM off. “Sir... you should look up there.” He was pointing up to one of the higher levels. It appeared there was a fire, which as Deadpool turned to look seemed to change into a boy hanging from an old outcropped statue... then it was another man. Then a woman.
“Wow... they've got some seriously good cable channels. Those new holographic ones.” Deadpool said.
“Sir, I'm sensing serious mutant activity up there. And there are no holographic channels... I believe that's the work of a mutant. Probably an illusionist.”
“Oh.” Deadpool said, looking let down. “Well, maybe we should go and see why they're causing random shit like that to happen. Seems a bit odd, don't you think? I used to be white, right? Before I was scabberous. So that's what white people do in the movies, isn't it? Just run up and investigate crazy shit, clearly to their own peril.”
“That is correct, sir. That's definitely what they do in cinema.”
“Well, who am I to deny theatric timing. Stay down here, I'll see what I can find out.”
And with that, he was off... heading into the hotel and working his way up to the room that was causing all the disturbance.
(( Continued in: Feel no Evil. ))
At least that's basically what was summed up on Deadpool's cap, which read 'I <3 NY.'
“Ahhh... New York City.” Deadpool said, looking over at William, who was driving the old-style limo they were riding in. Oddly, DP was in the front seat with the driver. “There really is no place quite like the Big Apple, ya know? So when I and you showed up, we were quite glad to be here. Not only were we back on the great, American soil, we were also in the greatest city on Earth.”
William stared at Deadpool for a minute, struck with a strange case of Deja vu. Also, it was pretty much strange to be talking to someone about something that was happening directly at the time, but saying it in third person.
“That's because it's third person narrative.” Deadpool said to William.
“Huh?” William replied.
“What?” Deadpool asked.
They both shook their heads and looked in different directions, as the limo pulled up to a hotel. They both looked at it's height, and nodded to each other. Will found a place to park.
Outside, Deadpool nodded up to the place. “This looks good, actually. We'll crash here tonight and continue our wacky adventure tomorrow... sound good? I hope they've got cable in this mug, cuz I needs me some HBO. I heard- ”
This time it was William who cut HIM off. “Sir... you should look up there.” He was pointing up to one of the higher levels. It appeared there was a fire, which as Deadpool turned to look seemed to change into a boy hanging from an old outcropped statue... then it was another man. Then a woman.
“Wow... they've got some seriously good cable channels. Those new holographic ones.” Deadpool said.
“Sir, I'm sensing serious mutant activity up there. And there are no holographic channels... I believe that's the work of a mutant. Probably an illusionist.”
“Oh.” Deadpool said, looking let down. “Well, maybe we should go and see why they're causing random shit like that to happen. Seems a bit odd, don't you think? I used to be white, right? Before I was scabberous. So that's what white people do in the movies, isn't it? Just run up and investigate crazy shit, clearly to their own peril.”
“That is correct, sir. That's definitely what they do in cinema.”
“Well, who am I to deny theatric timing. Stay down here, I'll see what I can find out.”
And with that, he was off... heading into the hotel and working his way up to the room that was causing all the disturbance.
(( Continued in: Feel no Evil. ))