012 - What Rhymes With "Norman Osborn"?

[mercwamouth]

[Well Deadpool is on a motel bed with a machine gun resting beside him. He's writing something on a normal sheet of paper on a motel nightstand. If you feel comfortable getting close enough to look, it reads the following:]

INVOICE HEY, NORMIE-- REMEMBER ME? DEADPOOL? THE GUY WHO GAVE YOU THE DATA YOU USED TO KILL THE SKRULL QUEEN? OH, WAIT-- I DIDN'T GIVE IT TO YOU... YOU STOLE IT! GUESS THAT MAKES YOU A THIEF AND A LIAR, DOESN'T IT? DON'T WORRY, NORMIE. NOBODY WILL KNOW. AT LEAST, THEY WON'T IF YOU PAY ME $10,000,000 $100,000,000 IN THE NEXT 24 12 HRS. IT'S BEEN A PLEASURE DOING BUSINESS WITH YOU. -DEADPOOL P.S. I KILLED BOB.

There. Ready to send in. I'll finally get paid!

[Yes, I'm sure nothing bad will come of this.]

Comments

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[Raised eyebrow] You know, writing a letter like that on a plane filled with cops isn't necessarily the best idea.

[madamemoiselle]

{Sits down next to him}

Trying to get money again, I guess?

[mercwamouth]

...Who the hell are you?

...

...And suddenly I'm very glad I brought a bed with me.

[mercwamouth]

What're you gonna do? Bring me in?

You gonna try and put me in handcuffs?

[Kinky]

[madamemoiselle]

{Looks surprised, then laughs shyly}

Ah, I guess I'm too used to it now. It's Diva, Wade.

[mercwamouth]

Diva?

...I thought you couldn't change your appearance anymore?

...What's with the patterns and why does your hair look like wallpaper?

[madamemoiselle]

I can't. This is something that the Twins are doing while I'm on the Plane.

{Nods} It's weird, since I've never seen a human like this, but it's funny that way too. I mean, I'm human now. Just for a little while, I hope.

[mercwamouth]

That's special. And kind of... hypnotizing.

How's that feel?

[madamemoiselle]

Being human? It feels...warm. Fragile. It's weird to think that if I hurt myself now, then it wouldn't just be back to normal. I don't know whether I like it or not, but for once, I could at least taste human food.

[mercwamouth]

What's your favorite?

[madamemoiselle]

Oh, I don't really know! I really like strawberries, but I've always been able to taste that. Hei made me this delicious thing, fried rice I think it was, it was delicious!

[mercwamouth]

Have you had pizza yet?

[madamemoiselle]

I haven't. What's that like?

[mercwamouth]

Hang on, I gotta go mail this anyway.

[Disappears with the letter, comes back with some New York pizza]

Ta-da. Pizza. The most American food there is.

[Italian.]

That's right, American.

[madamemoiselle]

{Smiles!}

Ah, really? It's for me?

[mercwamouth]

Well, what's left of it.

[Opens the box to reveal it half-eaten]

[madamemoiselle]

{She takes a slice delicately}

That's fine! I won't eat that much anyways.

{Takes a bite after a moment, then she smiles brightly} Ah, this is really good too!

[mercwamouth]

Yeah the rest was, um, eaten by me. On the way. Back to the Plane.

[Yeah, I totally didn't steal it from some guy on the street.]

[That would be immoral.]

Anyway, glad you like it.

[madamemoiselle]

That's fine! Like I said, I don't mind.

{She's not scarfing it down like she was with Hei, eating it more delicately}

Ah, by the way, sorry for not really being around at home much. That's another thing of the Twins, I guess. I've been living for about a week or two in each era I've been awake for a month or so now.

[mercwamouth]

It's fine. I haven't been home much either. Man-Shark and Bob keeping me busy.

[Though now I don't have to worry about her having gone through my stuff or anything...]

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

I know better than that. [=_=]

[madamemoiselle]

Oh, but you've been alright, right?

[mercwamouth]

I will be now, I think.

So this Osborn guy has Man-Shark. Whoop-de-shit. If that's the best he can do, he's probably gonna pay up.

[madamemoiselle]

Well, then I hope that things turn out well for you. As always.

Things are alright for me, though, I guess! Even if Sam thinks differently, I'm fine.

[mercwamouth]

Then I don't see a problem with me writing blackmail here.

[The paper looks white to me...]

Besides, Bob was reading over my shoulder. I could have just killed him, but he's a bit of a squealer and this motel doesn't offer complimentary earplugs.