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capeandcowllogs2012-01-14 06:06 pm
bullseye) wrote in capeandcowllogs2012-01-14 06:06 pm
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themouthymerc and saicopath
WHERE: DP's bachelor pad
WHEN: afternoon on the 13th
WARNINGS: language and violence presumably
SUMMARY: beer, hush puppies, and healing factors
FORMAT: quick
[Bullseye was grateful for the fire escape outside Deadpool's apartment; clinging with one hand to the outside of a building with a thirty pack of beer in another was just inconvenient. And fuck front doors. He wouldn't be able to catch Wilson unaware if he simply rang the bell.
With all the agility and ease of a cat, he silently pried open the bathroom window and crept in. He could hear a television on somewhere in the apartment. Something with a laugh track (Full House? Step by Step?). He paused at the sink, smiling at his reflection before he swiped a toothbrush.
Back to the wall, he stalked down the corridor, heading toward the wrecked living room, careful to remain out of sight as he peeked around the corner.
Bingo.
Without a word, Bullseye flung the toothbrush at the hand Deadpool was using to stack bon bons (bon bons?!?).]
themouthymerc and saicopathWHERE: DP's bachelor pad
WHEN: afternoon on the 13th
WARNINGS: language and violence presumably
SUMMARY: beer, hush puppies, and healing factors
FORMAT: quick
[Bullseye was grateful for the fire escape outside Deadpool's apartment; clinging with one hand to the outside of a building with a thirty pack of beer in another was just inconvenient. And fuck front doors. He wouldn't be able to catch Wilson unaware if he simply rang the bell.
With all the agility and ease of a cat, he silently pried open the bathroom window and crept in. He could hear a television on somewhere in the apartment. Something with a laugh track (Full House? Step by Step?). He paused at the sink, smiling at his reflection before he swiped a toothbrush.
Back to the wall, he stalked down the corridor, heading toward the wrecked living room, careful to remain out of sight as he peeked around the corner.
Bingo.
Without a word, Bullseye flung the toothbrush at the hand Deadpool was using to stack bon bons (bon bons?!?).]