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                               Nothing is said to him — [not that it could],

                                          she’s staring, though her eyes held nothing in

                                          them. — How long she’d just sat there, 

                                          without any human interaction was unknown

                                          [time had long since lost all meaning].

Wade walked over to the girl and sat down. “Hello, I’m Deadpool. This is me.” He pulled out a crude drawing that he did of himself riding a taco.” If you want I can draw you too. Not well, but I’ll try  so no one should judge me.”

   “— said the man in the red suit, who was VERY EASY to track down.”

“I have my face plastered everywhere. I’m very popular. It’s no my fault, but you tracking me down won’t end up well for you. Unless it involves something sexual?”

“So, what, common sense is  a superpower now? Gee, all I needed was a look at your suit.”

“I’d say yes, at least I don’t pretend to have a deep voice like Batman or call myself Daredevil. I mean come on, those guys don’t even have real abs.”

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“ how do you BREATHE in that fuckin’ suit, man? ”

“Through my ass, it’s the same with me talking. One hole, million and one purposes.”

     Was he truly asking if Selina wanted to stall? Eyebrows furrowed, almost surprised that the notorious merc would want to put off such an ordeal. Yes - she wanted to do it now, and she wanted to do it fast. 

     “Unless you want your spider-boyfriend to find out what we’re doing, I suggest we move fast.” Selina could cringe just picturing the horrific puns that littered her near future; Nothing could prepare her for something like Deadpool. She had never seen him without the mask, and she had always wondered what he had to hide, but even now, she couldn’t be bothered to ask when he mocked the facet of her career she had spent the longest to earn. 

     It was difficult to dilute her anger enough to simply glare, her teeth grinding together to maintain somewhat composed. Selina was a rather comical person; but while on the job, all had to remain a step below her. In order for jobs to run smoothly, she had to run the show.

     “Careful, Pool. I’ll show your bones the light of day next time I hear your shitty cat-jokes.” 

"We have an open relationship actually. I text, he avoids me and tries to play cool , but then of course it's banging on my bedroom door for a booty call. But hopefully now the newest reincarnation, too young, too British. I'm not pleased." Delightful, she wanted to do it right now. When is the best time to try and kill one of the most influential people in the city? Who knows and who cares. The day had already been dragging on, so this was a lovely change of pace. Maybe he'd even get some street cred.

 "I've told you once, and I'll tell you again. Saying things like that only makes this suit tighter, please continue but later. First let's kill people and then flirt. I mean I can do both easily, but you know hard to focus when all the blood goes south. So, it's ten blocks to the left. Wanna catch a cab? Call an uber? Take a stroll? Or do you want to do the hero thing? Running from rooftop to the next, jumping impossible distances, being like Neo in the Matrix?" 

There were so many possibilities, how could he even pick one of them? There were already images of the two of them photographed mid-flight. Pool and Catwoman at it again. Not saving the city, but robbing it, and only killing really bad bad guys. No, that wasn't catchy at all. He'd have to think of something better. They could even have their own movie, he could be played by  Macaulay Culkin just so people would be either freaked out, or really freaked out. Either way, it would be a win.

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“Oh God, it’s you.”

“It is, it is me. Martha Stewart. I’m finally out of prison.”

He was definitely confusing. Bucky couldn’t grasp even half of what he was saying. If anything, she was the one who felt pranked.

       ❛ Why would I be messing with you ? I don’t PRANK.           Do you always speak this much nonsense ? ❜

“No always, only on the days that end on a Y.” Wade grinned still peeking left and right wondering if someone had put her up to this. “Who are you anyway? You don’t seem familiar, or if I do. I apologize. I probably had a lot to drink...so...”

She hadn’t expected it to be that easy, to have him agree so quickly, so she was momentarily thrown off, which was enough to have her cool down and regain her composure. “Thank you.” Thanking him for calling her tiny and scary wasn’t something that normal people would do but honestly Emma was probably the farthest thing from being normal that it just seemed to be completely understandable for her to do. Taking a moment to realize she was the one who should be walking ahead of him, she grabbed the handle of her cart before she walked briskly out of the door, hoping he would follow without her having to verbally tell him to. “We’re taking him to the house out back behind the motel. Besides, if I wanted to bury a body, the giant pit in front of the motel would be my preferred dump site but that’s just a bit too obvious and would easily track back to me,” She realized she was going into the morbid side of her mind that just spewed out what she was thinking, something that had only seemed to come out in front of Norman who knew she would never do anything she said, “not that I would ever have a body to dump, I’m just stating a rhetorical situation. I could never kill another human being, I just write a lot of fanfiction that deals with murders and hiding bodies so I think about that kind of thing when I have nothing better to do. I honestly blame it on the crime shows that are always having marathons on television.”

Wade carried the scrawny boy, half wanting to whistle put wondering if this would be the right time for that. Since it seemed like it would be, he just did the opposite of what seemed natural to him. Listening to her talk, he nodded a few times before adding. "If you really wanted to get rid of a body, it would be useful to dump it into toxic waste so that it would disintegrate and the police would never be able to trace it back to you. I mean at least that's what they did in Who Framed Rodger Rabbit. But they were dealing with cartoons which I'm assuming would be different. Less drawn, more flesh and blood." Norman's hit bone was sticking into his neck and he had a half mind to just drag him by the hand, like kids usually do when their balloon animals deflate and they lose all hope in humanity. "I'd like to read that, you should sent me the link. Anytime I try and find some good fan-fiction it's always very sexual and weird, I mean I read it, but still, I might try something a bit more morbid. To cleanse the palate." With a bit of a crouch, he wrapped an arm around Norman's legs, feeling his head bounce against his back. This was unusual even for him, and that was saying something. "What did happened with that big gaping hole? Portal to a different dimension? Opened entrance to hell? Hulk thought this was his bathroom?"

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I am an impulsive roleplayer.

I let my muse take the reins and decide what threads to start or reply to in a given day. If the muse doesn’t feel it, it isn’t happening. That doesn’t mean that I hate you or that I no longer want to interact with you; I probably either lost our thread or my muse just said, ‘nah bro.’

I’m sorry I drop threads. I’m sorry I don’t reply to memes. I’m sorry I ignore my asks. I’m sorry I plot things and then don’t do them. I’m an impulsive roleplayer: my muse guides me.

Roleplaying isn’t my job: it’s my hobby. I do it for fun. My muse isn’t my coworker: my muse is my friend. We have fun together. If I started treating this as a job, it wouldn’t be enjoyable for me anymore, and the quality of my content would diminish greatly!

And while we’re on the subject, just because a thread gets dropped does not mean the relationship between our muses is dead!! Thread =/= relationship! We can start something new and continue building their bond! Relationships are important to building new aspects of our muses!

I always want to roleplay with you. Just…perhaps not with that thread. You feel?