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 Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 6:24 pm
 Elysia sighed, lowering the paint tray she had in her paw. The night before her stretched on forever, it seemed. The almost winter-bare tree branches casting an eerie shadow over random slices of the ground. White stars shone brightly down on her, adding to the beautiful silvery light that illuminated her outline and the silver lightening mark on her hip as well as her silver bangs. A long, slow breeze rustled the few leaves that still clung to the trees, making them shower around her. She giggled quietly, looking back up to her very large easel and canvas sitting before her. The dark blues and deep purples of the painted night-scape swirled together fluidly. The various shades of brown of the trees hid special images. The golds and reds and oranges and yellows of the fallen--and not fallen--leaves added splashes of color that were illuminated by the bright silver and white of the painted moon and stars.
She smiled, taking a deep breath as she set down her paint tray. Everything was just so peaceful tonight. Her bright crimson eyes floated up to the sky again, and another sigh escaped her lips. “I wish I was like my family…” She muttered, a deep sorrow darkening her bright eyes.
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Posted: Thu Dec 03, 2009 5:37 pm
 Surprisingly, Deadpool was outside for once. But it wasn't by choice. Although he had been into the shop many, many times, only now had the patrons become annoyed by his antics. Mock shooting, maiming, hitting on chicks, attacking the couch... That kind of stuff.
It couldn't be entirely his fault though. The human girl knew he was crazy. So normally, another noodle of hers would accompany him and make sure that he didn't hurt anyone. Today, however, he was alone. And with no one to help control his insanity, he got kicked out of the shop as quickly as he came in.
Hopefully this banishment wasn't permanent. If it was... then Deadpool would be sorely tempted to become an arsonist.
But there might be something fun to do outside. Like he could shoot birds or something. That's why he remained here, instead of going home and slumming in front of the TV. There was nothing good on anyway.
Deadpool didn't see any birds, but he did see a female noodle a ways off. And she was painting? Score! Artistic girls were a lot more interesting than normal girls. And much more easier to woo.
He casually strolled over to her, whistling a tune and pretending not to notice her until he got close. Close enough to see what a beauty she is, and to hear some words that she muttered under her breath. That was an invitation for him to join, as far as he was concerned.
"Family? Who needs them? They're just a pain in the a**, yanno?" Deadpool flashed her a smile and sat down next to her.
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Posted: Thu Dec 03, 2009 5:54 pm
Elysia gasped as another Noodle snuck up on her. Her fur stood on end for a moment before the other plopped down beside her. "My family is not a pain," she half-growled, giving him a slight glare. "They care about me, even though I'm not like they are." She sighed again, slumping her shoulders. She sat a moment in silence, listening to the various sounds of the night, before realizing that she didn't recognize this Noodle.
Clearing her throat, she locked her crimson eyes on him. "I... I do not know your n-name," she said, mentally cursing her nervous stutter. Her eyes roved over him, taking in each and every dangerous looking object on him. She shifted nervously, chewing on her lip. After a second of waiting on his name, her eyes widened. She'd asked for his name, but hadn't given hers! She was so rude! A bright pink blush spread across her cheeks and she looked away shyly, "M-my name is Elysia Dorean Hale, by the wa-way."
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Posted: Thu Dec 03, 2009 6:15 pm
Deadpool wasn't quite expecting such a reaction from the noodle. For one that seemed to be complaining about her family, she sure stuck up for them a lot. Ah, that was the way of women. Always so complicated, and he didn't even have to understand them all the time in order to get into their hearts... and their pants.
"That's a mouthful." He said, commenting on Elysia's name. Another thing that confused him a bit was how she suddenly went from aggressive, when he mentioned her family, to stuttery when she was just introducing herself. Yup, definitely an interesting noodle for sure.
"Unfortunately, I do not have a long and fanciful name like yours, so you can just call me Deadpool." He smiled again. His eyes were drawn to the painting she was working, before he interrupted. It was actually pretty good, good enough genuinely to impress him. Especially when brushes are really hard to hold without opposible thumbs.
"You did that, amirite?" He pointed to the painting he was just looking at. "I mean, wowza it looks amazing. Not as amazing as you though, I'm sure!"
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Posted: Thu Dec 03, 2009 6:29 pm
"Deadpool?" Elysia repeated the name, getting a feel for how it rolled off her tongue. Her eyes traveled back up to painting as he mentioned it. She was genuinely confused at why she was being called amazing, as she clearly wasn't. "Yes, I p-painted it. It-it's kinda what I do." She admitted, blushing a darker pink. "I was supposed to be painting so-something for a friend, but I didn't have any inspiration for it. So, that's what came to be." She spoke softly, her voice becoming hard to hear. Her eyes floated up to the hidden image of her sister in the shadows of one of her painted trees. "It signifies how everyone needs a surrounding foundation... Something or someone to ground them." She smiled, proud of her talent.
She flicked an ear his way before turning back to him, pushing her nervous stutter to the side as best she could, "What do y...you do?" Curiosity blazed in her bright eyes as she tilted her head, waiting on his answer.
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Posted: Thu Dec 03, 2009 6:55 pm
Deadpool wasn't so sure how a painting of gloomy trees and shadows was suppose to symbolize anything. He'll admit, all this artsy stuff was a bit over his head. But it still looked real nice.
"I'm sure your friend will like it. Even if it isn't exactly what it's suppose to be. Art is suppose to be like that, all subjective and stuff, isn't it?" He tried to sound enthusiastic and supportive, but it's really hard to when he didn't even know what he was blabbering about. What he said sounded like something from some art program he watch on TV or something. Which was funny considering he doesn't even like those kinds of shows.
That why Deadpool was glad when Elysia changed the subject. To him. He almost replied back with a simple, blunt answer, but realized that maybe telling her that he gets paid to kill people wasn't the best way to start off a relationship.
"I... get hired to do jobs for people! That involves... weapon expertise... and other such tactics! And I get paid a lot of money! If people would just call me up, anyway."
Now didn't that sound impressive?
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Posted: Fri Dec 04, 2009 4:18 pm
Elysia blinked, then blinked again, letting his words sink in. "S-so, you get paid, a lot, for weapons expertise?" She asked, tilting her head. "That's kinda like what my Mama Rin does... She's a Spartan, Agent British Columbia. She loves what she does," she wrinkled her nose, as if the thought repulsed her. "I, honestly, can't see what is so great about being able to take someone's life away. Do you, Deadpool?" She asked, her innocent crimson gaze landing softly on him. Being as immersed as she was in the conversation, she forgot she'd just met this male and her stutter had vanished.
Shifting slightly, Elysia unknowingly leaned into him. It was a very cold night, and he was like a beacon of warmth beside her. A small, calm sigh passed her lips as she smiled. She was relaxing awfully fast around this stranger. Maybe it was because her reminded her of the Noodles she lived with, her alternative family? But, who knew? Maybe it was just that he clicked with her? Again, who knew? Because she sure as heck didn't.
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2009 1:44 pm
"Yeah, I get paid loads. When I have a job- Huh? A Spartan?" Deadpool didn't know many of those armored noodles, despite the fact that they breed like rabbits. Well, he did play some Halo on occasion, but a simple fighting game like that was rather dull compared to real life killing.
"Well, Spartans are kinda like soldiers, aren't they? So if I was a soldier, I'd say that killing evil people is completely justified!" He said in a not-so-serious voice. "But I'm not one. So..."
Crap, he better come up with a good excuse or this chick was going to think that he was a psychotic murderer that kills others for fun. Which was partially the truth, at times, but still.
"When the only thing you can do is slash, maim, and kill, what else are you supposed to doooo..." Deadpool trailed off as Elysia leaned into his shoulder. Wow, he was able to get her so quickly? Even though he must sound like a complete lunatic by now? This must be his lucky evening!
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Posted: Mon Dec 07, 2009 3:47 pm
"I've been around Rin since I was a bowl. She absolutely loves what she does. Killing, I mean..." Elysia paused, absentmindedly scooting closer to him, drawn by his warmth. She chewed her lip, realizing how much he sounded like her Mama Rin. A small smile pulled at the corners of her lips, 'Maybe I should introduce them. She needs a friend who likes what she likes...' Maybe that was why she was so relaxed around him; he reminded her of something familiar.
"Hmm.." She sighed, realizing he'd been saying something. A bright blush spread across her cheeks as she looked away from him. She could kick herself! It was so rude of her to not listen to him! With a silent groan, she closed her eyes, trying to force her blush away and think at the same time. Okay, he'd been saying something, but what? She could recall a few words like only thing, slash, maim, kill, and what else. Quickly, she pieced the words into a coherent sentence, getting the jist of what he'd said.
Her bright eyes shot back up to him as she looked utterly shocked. "What are you saying!?" She demanded, her gaze now sharp and scrutinizing. "That's a horrible way to think! Everyone's not just good for one thing. Sure, we're better at one or two specific things a person, but that doesn't mean we can't do anything else!" She huffed, giving him a slightly annoyed half-glare.
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Posted: Wed Dec 09, 2009 6:43 pm
"It's the only way I can earn money!" Deadpool gave another half-glare back. "Cause I don't think an expertise in TV watching and beer guzzling gets you anything besides a headache... but if you find a job out there like that, let me know!"
He wasn't being serious. About the last part anyway. What he said first was true. When your very body was made into the perfect killing machine, what else were you suppose to do? And they forgot to tamper with the mind, those silly guys, so he's stuck with annoying thoughts like these.
"But you're not uncomfortable with violence? At all? With a family like that..." He wondered if he could ask to meet her mother. But that would be completely rude, as he was supposing to be picking this chick up and not her mom. Deadpool might have to meet her some other time.
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 12:20 pm
"Actually," Elysia began, settling back down comfortably against him, "I hate violence. I don't see why people find it fun. But, to each his, or her, own, I guess." With a small smiles, she closed her eyes, barely tilting her head. She'd wanted to laugh at what he'd said. Really laugh. He was amusing and so easy to be around. And he didn't seem like all the other males who just wanted sex. He sounded like he actually cared about what she thought or said. Which, truthfully, was a major improvement from all the others.
"Deadpool?" Her voice was quiet, almost a whisper. She didn't know how he'd react to her questions or if he'd even give her an answer. "Do you have a family?" She asked, her eyes wide and locked on him again. "I mean, you haven't said anything about them and we just met and I'd like to know a little more about you."
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Posted: Thu Dec 17, 2009 1:41 pm
"Hey, well violence is..." Deadpool trailed off as he realized that he didn't had anything to say to defend it. Nothing that was coherent and made sense anyway. And he didn't really need to say anything about it, since it seemed Elysia was cool with it. Which was something he didn't see a lot in women.
"My family?" Deadpool sputtered. It wasn't a common topic that popped up in his conversations, as he'd usually be flirting with women at this point. And it was an unpleasant topic too. What he could remember of his family was rather hazy, and he didn't like what he could recall.
"Well, they're not a nice bunch. I'll give you that much." He manage to growl before taking a complete 360. "So, what kind of television shows do you like?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 26, 2009 3:50 pm
Elysia noticed how quickly he changed the subject. She was naïve, but not stupid; she knew when someone didn't want to talk about something. She smiled at him, giggling slightly. "I don't really watch a lot of television. That," she gestured over to her still standing easel and canvas, "is my passion. That is what I do." She smiled radiantly at him again, her bright eyes shining up at him in great contrast to the darkness of her fur and the night.
She drew a deep breath, snuggling against him for warmth in the chilly night air. ""It's really cold out here tonight, don't you think?" She asked innocently, swishing her tail happily.
She liked being around Deadpool, not that she'd admit it unless he pried it out of her. And, by the looks of him, he most certainly could. Probably would, too. That thought gave Elysia a bit of a rush, though she didn't know why. She wasn't one of those really sexual people that got aroused at the thought of being man-handled, was she?
...Considering who her mother was, she just might be. Which was a very scary thought.
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2010 4:16 pm
"Aw, not even enough to have a favorite show?" Deadpool had met others before that didn't watch much television, but he still didn't get them. How else are you going to waste time in between jobs? With Elysia's talent with art though, he could vaguely imagine such a life without television. That painting in front of him looked like she spent a lot of time on it.
"So you paint aaaaaaall the time. Hm."
He didn't actually notice the cold until she mentioned it. It didn't bother him that much, since he spent a lot of time outdoors. But it would be no good to have a conversation with her when she was uncomfortable.
"You could come inside with me! Warm up by a fireplace... with some beer... maybe I can show you what you're missing out on!" Deadpool started to grin. This night wasn't going to be so terrible after all.
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2010 2:08 pm
Beer? Oh, he had to be kidding. Elysia stared at him for a second, waiting for him to laugh and say 'Just joking!' When he didn't, she shook her head slightly and smiled. "All right. It's cold, and we do need to go in before we catch cold," she giggled, moving to get up. The wind whipped around the trees, setting her body to shaking; quickly, she dropped back down next to him, huddling closer until she was practically under him.
"Oh, my..." She shivered, looking up at him which made her notice how close she'd gotten. A bright, blazing blush seared her cheeks as she sprang back to her paws, almost knocking him over in the process. "Oh! Oh, I'm sorry!" She cried, her eyes darting toward the shop's door. "M-maybe we should go in, now..." Turning on her heels, she flicked her tail around herself, her head held high as she quickly broke down her easel to carry it in as well.
Placing the broken down easel into a bag she'd had with her, she grabbed the canvas, being careful of any still wet paint spots. The bag was slung over her shoulder, the canvas tucked neatly into it as well. "Sh-shall we?" She spoke quietly, hurrying to the shop's door.
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