Brief Title:
Beauty school dropout
Characters:
Deadpool, Ambrose
Scene Runner/Watcher:
IC Date:
12/10/2012 18:30
Location:
Soho
Summary:
Deadpool drops into a small scene.
Social or Plot:
TS:
No
Log:
It's late, and the streets are getting dark. The one of the street lights flickers and goes out, and all of a sudden a loud yell comes from the air above the street, right near a small place that offers lessons for hair stylists, preceding a shadowy form that falls onto the concrete with a sickening splut. "Ow," says Deadpool. //I guess this makes me a beauty school drop out.//
Hearing the shout from his third floor apartment window, Ambrose pulls up the blind and peers out at the dark spot on the road.He blinks a few times, squinting to try and see. Grasping up a flash light, he pans it downa nd around the spot to see who - or what - it was down there.
It's a black and red costume that probably looks familiar to Ambrose, filled with a man in varying stages of mush, It's probably hard to see, but it looks like he's growing out of the pavement, after being splattered like a pancake.
A pause, and Ambrose says "Sorry, I didnt catch that. " he kept an eye on the road, to ensure nobody was about to drive by and over the man. Though he avoided looking right at him.
"Just a minute," Deadpool's gravelly voice replies, a bit more clearly. He slowly pushes himself off the pavement with one arm, and looks at the pattern of blood spatter he left on the sidewalk. "Ah. Very Avant Garde."
Ambrose ughs as he turns the light back on now on Deadpool "... Ugh." he repeats simply. Then an idea occurs "Hey... Can I ask a favour for you? You look the type who would really like this one..." he ventures.
Deadpool picks up his arm. "I'm a merc, man. What's the job, and how much you offering?" He puts his arm back in it's socket, where his body knits back together, slowly. "Didn't mean to drop in like that."
"It happens. one moment, I'll be right down." Ambrose closes the blind and locks the window, taking his time so that Deadpool was mostly intact by the time he got down with a reinforced cardboard box, which appears rather heavy from how he was walking.
"It happens. one moment, I'll be right down." Ambrose closes the blind and locks the window, taking his time so that Deadpool was mostly intact by the time he got down with a reinforced cardboard box, which appears rather heavy from how he was walking.
Deadpool's mask quirks a bit at the sight of the cardboard box. He waits for Ambrose to make is offer.
Ambrose puts the box down with a grunt, and stands up. He stared at the box a long, sad, wanting moment, then states "this is booze. Can you drink it for me?"
Ambrose puts the box down with a grunt, and stands up. He stared at the box a long, sad, wanting moment, then states "this is booze. Can you drink it for me?"
Deadpool stares at Ambrose for an incredibly long time. "That's one of the more unusual jobs I've been offered. How much?"
Ambrose shrugs "I'm giving you not-poor-quality alcohol for free. This is a job that pays for itself in satisfaction I feel." he looks sadly at the box again.
"No, no," Deadpool replies, "How much are you offering me to drink it?"
Ambrose blinks at that "... I'm unemployed. I have maybe twenty dollars to last to the end of the month. If you dont want a job, would you take it as a gift of thanks?"
Deadpool sighs. "I suppose you still owe me for the muggers." He picks up the booze easily. "I suppose I can call this one a discount rate. Alcohol doesn't do much for me."
Ambrose states "It does far too much for me sadly. But you can at least savour the taste correct? " he tucks his hands into his pockets, looking mopey now "I didnt catch your name anyways when that happened."
"Deadpool, otherwise known as the Merc with the Mouth," he says by way of introduction. He coughs, and briefly pulls his mask up so it's no longer covering his face, and spits out some bloody gravel. "It was very Zen. The sidewalk and I became one, briefly."
"Merc with a Mouth. on a costume without a Mouth." remarked Ambrose simply, staring at the much more muscular guy. He blinks at the spitting of gravel, and continues "Well at least ou're getting your daily dose of calcium and minerals right? I do not know of many heroes who charge for their services, but as you are a 'Merc' then i suppose that makes much more sense. I'm Ambrose... sometimes just called Amby. "
"Amby? I swear to god, if you represent the lollipop guild I'm your friend for life," Deadpool replies, pulling the mask down again.
Ambrose blinks "... Lollipop guild? " he stared a long moment "Oh! Wizard of Oz, yes? Sorry, but no, I dont." he states, not terribly upset by the thought of not having this one for life "Just an unemployed drunk trying to dry out by the end of christmas. So what were you doing when you fell?"
"Screaming," Deadpool replies, conversationally, "Most people do it when they're falling so I figured I ought to do it too."
"Ahh. That does make a lot of sense. What were you doing BEFORE that though? Why were you up there in the FIRST place? " Ambrose asked, working on more specific questions.
"Just a routine assignment. Hair stylist needed shaving," He says. "You know, one of those 'beat the bad guy, shave the girl kinda things.'"
Ambrose stares at Deadpool a long moment "No, I dont really know, but it sounds like something only a Merc would know, and not an out of work paleontology expert. But so long as its all by the book I suppose there is no harm."
"All the same, I should probably get out of here before the police arrive. There's a bald beautician that's not to happy with me at the moment up there," Deadpool hefts the box a bit, and starts walking, whistling a song from Grease.
Ambrose nods "Fair enough. Have a good day right? " he nods politely, pulling his robe further around him as he watches Deadpool walk off. He almost wanted to ask for the booze back... but also had a suspicion there was a 'no refunds' policy.
