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ultimaverum in paradisalogs

all of this, all of it wrong

Sep 19, 2010 03:17

Who: Charlie ultimaverum and Wade mouthiness
What: Coping mechanisms
When: Today, middle of the night when no one should be up B( Deadpool…
Where: Room 1207, then the lobby
Rating: PG…?

( You won't ever come home )

deadpool, vic sage/the question

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mouthiness September 19 2010, 11:38:54 UTC

Deadpool was in the lobby for one simple reason: He wanted to be alone but he didn't want to be in his room. He loved his room, really, he did. It was bigger than his apartment back home and it was free. Right now, it just didn't feel right. Just in July he, Q, and Rory had been watching movies in his room. And now.... Well, best not to think about now.

Which is what he was trying to do, laying upside down on the couch with his legs hooked over the back. His mask was pushed up and he was not so happily drinking beer. At least all the blood rushing to his head made it harder to think. Even if it really felt like it should have worked. More blood to the head should help you think...

He catches sight of someone out of the corner of his eye, turning his head to look at whoever it was. The face is different but the fedora is a dead give away.

"Q if that's you I'm going to steal that hat" Seriously, how many does that guy own?

ultimaverum September 19 2010, 11:58:09 UTC

There were... a great number of things he would have liked to say, upon hearing that particular voice. None of them were particularly nice.

He ended up settling for squeaking to a halt, pulling the brim of the hat a little lower, and scowling. It didn't take much more then a second of that to decide Jack Dodge probably didn't scowl very often. But really... Deadpool was the last person he wanted to talk to right now, particularly when he remembered the man's insistence on following him the first time he'd tried to leave. Before he could concern himself too much with that though, he began to walk again, continuing towards the door with little more then a mumbled, "You already have too many of my hats, Wade." Trying to cut the conversation short...

mouthiness September 19 2010, 15:48:15 UTC

With much less of his normal grace Deadpool flips over, landing on his ass instead of his feet. That six pack he's got on the floor isn't his first. But it's Q, so he's ok with letting that little slip of skill show.

"Oof. That floor got there quicker than normal. Wonder why that was?"

Using the couch as a crutch, he hauls himself up. "So where are you headed off to?"

ultimaverum September 20 2010, 02:44:53 UTC

He couldn't help but sigh faintly at that. Of course Wade was drinking... Not that he could really blame him. It's not like his version of coping with this was any better then Deadpool drinking himself unconscious. Not like it did any less damage.

Not for the first time he wondered if he should tell anyone he was leaving, and not for the first time, he decided against it.

"Just going for a walk. Why aren't you in your room?"

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