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capeandcowllogs2009-01-11 10:21 pm
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WHO: Sora and Deadpool
WHERE: Random back alley
WHEN: Sunday evening
SUMMARY: Deadpool beats up on some random people, Sora decides to play hero, Deadpool's like "lol, what kid with a GIANT KEY" hi-jinks ensue.
WARNINGS: Deadpool should be his own warning. Friendship and Sparkles. And possible language.
FORMAT: paragraph
Sora had shuffled around town all afternoon, a little too restless to simply sit in his room and wait for the night. Still he knew it wasn't really safe to go running around the city in hero-mode during broad daylight. Heroes were popular with some people and downright hated in others. Which... Come to think of it, he didn't really get. Sora had never heard Pete or Hercules saying anything about people hating heroes. In fact, it seemed a little silly to call them heroes if they were hated.
Heroeing, however, was why he was in this world to begin with and Sora would be sure to do his job. Besides, he didn't hear the lady who's cat he'd saved from the burning building earlier week complaining much, so he put the nay-sayers out of his head for the time being and suited up for patrolling. It was just starting to get dark as he left the MAC and more than a little cold. Maybe it was time to switch out his customary shorts for pants or something else warmer. Sora'd never had to worry about the cold before on the Island, but as nifty as the snow was it did have it's downsides.
He turned the corner, turning into an alley that cut through to tenth street. Downtown was usually the area that needed the most patrolling at night and Sora couldn't say he minded cause at least the glass buildings were all pretty. He ran through the alley, enjoying the crunch of the snow under his ridiculously huge shoes and the hollow of the wind rushing by his ears, emerging just in time to nearly be slammed in the face by a rather average looking guy flying through the air. Well... That wasn't quite what he expected.
OOC: Sorry for the super late log posting. I fail. :( Let me know if you'd like anything different, I just kinda... Went with the first thing that popped into my head so yeah. 6.6;;
WHERE: Random back alley
WHEN: Sunday evening
SUMMARY: Deadpool beats up on some random people, Sora decides to play hero, Deadpool's like "lol, what kid with a GIANT KEY" hi-jinks ensue.
WARNINGS: Deadpool should be his own warning. Friendship and Sparkles. And possible language.
FORMAT: paragraph
Sora had shuffled around town all afternoon, a little too restless to simply sit in his room and wait for the night. Still he knew it wasn't really safe to go running around the city in hero-mode during broad daylight. Heroes were popular with some people and downright hated in others. Which... Come to think of it, he didn't really get. Sora had never heard Pete or Hercules saying anything about people hating heroes. In fact, it seemed a little silly to call them heroes if they were hated.
Heroeing, however, was why he was in this world to begin with and Sora would be sure to do his job. Besides, he didn't hear the lady who's cat he'd saved from the burning building earlier week complaining much, so he put the nay-sayers out of his head for the time being and suited up for patrolling. It was just starting to get dark as he left the MAC and more than a little cold. Maybe it was time to switch out his customary shorts for pants or something else warmer. Sora'd never had to worry about the cold before on the Island, but as nifty as the snow was it did have it's downsides.
He turned the corner, turning into an alley that cut through to tenth street. Downtown was usually the area that needed the most patrolling at night and Sora couldn't say he minded cause at least the glass buildings were all pretty. He ran through the alley, enjoying the crunch of the snow under his ridiculously huge shoes and the hollow of the wind rushing by his ears, emerging just in time to nearly be slammed in the face by a rather average looking guy flying through the air. Well... That wasn't quite what he expected.
OOC: Sorry for the super late log posting. I fail. :( Let me know if you'd like anything different, I just kinda... Went with the first thing that popped into my head so yeah. 6.6;;