12956/First night in the china shop.

First night in the china shop.
Date of Scene:	04 April 2021
Location:	Backyard - Xavier's School
Synopsis:	Gray learns to avoid Wade, and Wade makes new friends!
Cast of Characters:	Deadpool, Gray

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Deadpool has posed:
Deadpool is sitting in the backyard finally getting some peace. He forgot how loud places were with people, well actually he has forgotten more then that but who is counting. He sighs, and checks his squirt bottle, he had only used half of it today. The others were starting to get the idea he would spray them if they got too close. He had to be good and that ment keeping away from the little humans.

He starts humming to himself, "La la la... someday you'll be dead.. La la la.." and laughs at his own joke. He is in full Deadpool outfit from head to toe laying in the grass looking up into the sky one leg over he other tapping his foot in the air to the beat that is in his head.

Gray has posed:
It's weird having an actual roof over his head and a bed to sleep in. Not to mention a roommate! Wanting to give Jeremy a little space, rather than having the homeless stray he'd picked up hanging around all the time, Gray has left their shared room to go wandering. Again. The backdoor opens and closes without anyone, apparently, coming out the door, though the sound of footsteps can be heard heading toward the lake. Those footsteps hesitate when the veiled teenager spots the red clad figure laying in the grass. For a moment, he forgets that most people can't see him, something he's prone to do, apparently (just ask Megan), "That's a cheerful thought." The deadpan comment seems to come from nothing, about a dozen feet away from the squirt bottle weilding man.

Deadpool has posed:
Deadpool picks up the spray can in a motion like him drawing a gun from a holster. With a spin at the end he points it, though doesn't spray the water inside as it is jiggling around from the swift motion. "It's only part of a song... In context I am sure it is.. Though that is the only part I can remember.. What is it voice I know your not one of mine so you must be real."

While he is talking he does turn to look at the spot the noise came from with narrowed eyes not seeing anyone though he doesn't change his aim as he looks down at the grass as he talks though looks back up at the sky when he is done the spray bottle never wavering. He gives a sigh a bit like he is reminding himself of something. Don't break the small ones... Don't break the small ones.

Gray has posed:
Gray starts to lower his veil, but that threatening pointing squirt bottle is aimed in his direction, "Oh." Well, then, "Not one I know." He shuffles a few feet to the right, trying to get out of firing line of whatever is being pointed at him and not noticing the path of flattened grass that springs back up behind him, "Can ya point that thing somewhere else?" He sounds a little frustrated that he's being threatened with a squirt bottle, of all things, "They just gave me this damned phone and prob'ly wouldn't be happy if it got ruined right after I got it." It's almost possible to /hear/ his eyes roll as he mutters to himself, "Not that I wanted the thing..."

Deadpool has posed:
Deadpool hears the shifting may or may not notice the grass moving then moving again to pop up to hide it as he is looking the other way now pointing at the thin air. "Look kid this is for your own protection." he stops to think about how to say this "I am dangerous ya see. Have ya ever held a live gernade kid.. Hoping beyond hope that you can throw the darn thing before it takes your hand?" he shrugs like that explains everyhing not moving other then to lower the offending water spray. "It's like that.."

He chuckles a bit... "Buuut... I think ya might learn somethin' from the song.. Might be tomorow or next week or now if you don't drop whatever it is that is hiding you. Sooner or later kid you will be dead.... Relax a little."

Gray has posed:
"Protection my-" Gray cuts himself off before he can finish that thought. He huffs quietly and tries to move in a wide circle around the strange man so that he is far out of the line of fire, "I ain't scared of explosives. My friends and I used to throw Black Cats at each other durin' the summer, back home." Because Texas will always be home, no matter how long he's been away.

Once he's on the other side of Deadpool, and presumably out of direct line of sight, he does, finally, drop the veil to reveal all six foot two of scrawny teenager standing with his arms folded and one hip cocked. He looks rather rough for wear with a black eye that's just starting to turn lovely shades of green and yellow and dark circles from lack of sleep. There's a faint shaking of his hands where they grip his arms. He's dressed in faded jeans with a hole in one knee, skuffed sneakers, and a warm enough looking jacket. At least the jacket and jeans look clean, though, even if there are still stains on the polyester, "There. You can see me. Happy now?" Ah... teenage attitude.

Deadpool has posed:
Wade chuckles at that Black Cats... Humm he remembered more the more he talked so why not he was bored. "Ah the little ones never are able to get the truth out of the message." he waves his hand not bothering to look back at the kid yet he laughs a bit. "I have been happy voice since I rewoke up I have been happy the point is in finality you find happiness." With a small roll he is standing again facing the other direction then he was he streaches a bit he is also lanky, but he does have many muscles that are well trained to give him the most without a loss of movement.

"So I guess I am psychic ward inmate 01.. Also known as Wade whats your malfuntion?" he glances around a bit to spot where the kid went now looking for him. "Other then being a teenager since that is obvious."

Gray has posed:
If this guy weren't wearing a mask, Gray would be eye to eye with him. That's almost startling. He blinks a couple of times before dark brows draw together in a scowl, "Who're you calling 'little'?" He might not be as bulky as this weirdo, but he's not 'little'! He might not really get what is being said, but that doesn't mean he's some little kid. Like he was reminded of a couple of days ago, he's eighteen, now. For all intents and purposes, he's an adult! So what if he's still in high school? His hands tighten on his arms and he backs up a step, "What do you mean 'malfunction'? There's nothing wrong with me." He sounds a little defensive at that. There's a pause as he considers for a moment, "Gray." It could be a name? It could also be his favorite color. Or anything else, really...

Deadpool has posed:
Deadpools eyes narrow on the mask as he steps closer to the kid not letting him escape. "I am calling you little as that is what you are my friend.. a fart in the breeze." he smiles a bit. "Whatcha going to do about it?" Would one of these kids actually hit him, oh he was curious as he saw the signs of stress already. "You see they seem to think I am crazy.. unstable enough to watch because in the past I seemed to kill people a litttle to easy." he shakes his head, "I can admit that... so now you know mine... what exactly is your boggle kid? Get bullied, drugs, porn.. Hey that is a real addiction alright!" he grins a bit but still just stares at Gray quiet a moment before he adds, "And what the heck is Gray?"

Gray has posed:
Gray backs up another step, eyes widening a little as he swallows hard, "Whatever." As eloquent as any other teenager, apparently. The obvious need to keep a respectable distance between them might just send him backing all the way across the yard, "Lots of folks are crazy." He swallows again, trying to put on a brave front, but just as obviously wanting to bolt, "Seen a lot of 'em out on the street." He lifts his chin a little, "Seen folks killed too." Or at least hurt real bad. That chin drops again at the question, "Been told I gotta get clean or I can't stay." He wouldn't bother, except... "Promised I'd try to stick it out here, so..." He shrugs one shoulder huffing a breath through his nose, "I am." He gestures almost impatiently, "You said you're called Wade. I'm called Gray."

Deadpool has posed:
Wade smirks as he isn't going to get hit by this one at least so he backs off a bit, "Aint that the truth, as least I am functional.. What I am stop laughing." though it doesn't seem to be towards you this time but someone else. He shakes his head, "So it was drugs, thought I smelled death on you figured maybe you would try to stab me or something with a hidden blade. But I guess that makes sense too." he shrugs looking out a bit. "If ya like it here I guess deal with it cause sooner or later... la la la..." and gives a slashing across the neck motion.

He laughs a bit again at his joke, but continues.. "You get it Gray, or not.. But isn't that the point. Or maybe it has something to do with Hotels in california... Who knows kid I am just some loon on the back of a school that is trying not to stab anyone."

Gray has posed:
No, Gray won't try to hit anyone, unless he's not given any other option. He blinks a few times and just shakes his head, "I ain't gonna die." He just feels like it, "And I ain't even got a knife." Not right now, anyway. He makes a face, "Dunno if I like it here or not. Don't start classes 'til Monday." Then, he'll see if it's actually worth it. It's pretty clear that he's prepared to just cut and run if he feels the situation calls for it.

He looks completely baffled by the reference to hotels and just shakes his head, "Good luck with that." Beat, "I'm just tryin' to give all this a chance." A promise is a promise, after all, "Good luck with the not stabbing folks... thing..." Mental note: Avoid the weirdo in red called Wade.

Deadpool has posed:
Deadpool turns and heads back out into the grass "You are dismissed student go back in where it is safe and leave us poor crazies alone like ya are used to." he laughs though it gets a bit away from him turning into something wild. "Try other kids your age maybe they can help you find what your looking for there is nothing out here but old songs and lost memories." talking kind of to himself on that one.

He gives a wave as he lays back down looking at the sky, "And thanks... I will sign ya on the team no-stab maybe that will help.. Though there is usually someone out there that has it coming." he shakes his head. "Or at least that is what the TV commercials keep telling me."

Gray has posed:
Dismissed? Really?! Gray bristles a little at that, shoulders hunching a little and jaw setting like he's going to refuse, "Who says I'm looking for anything? I was just fine before I got here. I'll be fine when I leave." Because, sooner or later, he's sure that he's going to give up. He shudders a little. Creepy old songs. Wait... Does that mean that he's not going to be stabbed or that he's not going to do any stabbing? Whatever it's supposed to mean, it's enough to finally make the kid back away a little again, "Wh-whatever you say, man." With that, he veils again and takes off at a dead sprint, footsteps retreating toward the trees at the back of the yard.