92MilesPrower
Fix-It Fennec
"Well hello there, lovely readers! You may be wondering where the hell I am right at this very moment, as there hasn't been a GODDAMN post about me within the last TWO DAYS! WHAT THE HELL IS THE WRITER EVEN DOING IN THAT CASE?! As for me..." Deadpool laid back, sitting atop of the moving bus, resting his back and head on a medium sized crate filled with 4 rifles. He was on the roof of the bus, with the crate and himself unable to fall off thanks to the railing surrounding them, having absolutely no idea if anyone was aware of his presence on the bus' top. Earlier, after retrieving his boombox, DP had found this wooden crate and used it to carry the weapons left behind by the 4 wusses of Raiders he scared off earlier with his almighty Wilson Punch™. Hearing Maestro Chef's announcement that he and the other strangers could turn these weapons into cash, it was clearly an unmissable opportunity.
Taking out a notepad and a pen, Deadpool started to think of what he should draw to pass the time during this potentially long road-trip. "Let's see now..." His stomach then growled, much to his surprise. "Oh crap, what time is it anyways? Too bad I also left my watch in my ammo drawer... Well either way, it's definitely gonna take way longer than an hour to get my ass home from this place..." He looked around to see sand, rocks, dirt, sand, sky, bus, and that coarse, rough and irritating stuff that gets everywhere. What's it called again? SAND. "...and a normal breakfast (and today's new episodes of Transformers) will definitely be on hold for today, 'cause I sure haven't seen a single normal house on this rock. Either way, a man's gotta eat!"
The Merc with an Appetite then started to write a message on the first sheet of paper on the pad, briefly paused to consider his options, and then resumed writing. He then scooted over to the edge of the roof, wrapped his legs around one part of the railing, and hung down, facing a window. He knocked on it, trying to get the attention of a woman and a talking fuzzy creature, yelling, "HEY! BADGER AND WEIRD GIRL!" He held his written message in his right hand, with it reading, "DOES ANYBODY HAVE NACHOS? ASKING FOR A FRIEND. -DP" and stuck it in the blinds of the window he was yelling into.
thatguyinthestore (Rocket) TheElenaFisher (Skye)
Taking out a notepad and a pen, Deadpool started to think of what he should draw to pass the time during this potentially long road-trip. "Let's see now..." His stomach then growled, much to his surprise. "Oh crap, what time is it anyways? Too bad I also left my watch in my ammo drawer... Well either way, it's definitely gonna take way longer than an hour to get my ass home from this place..." He looked around to see sand, rocks, dirt, sand, sky, bus, and that coarse, rough and irritating stuff that gets everywhere. What's it called again? SAND. "...and a normal breakfast (and today's new episodes of Transformers) will definitely be on hold for today, 'cause I sure haven't seen a single normal house on this rock. Either way, a man's gotta eat!"
The Merc with an Appetite then started to write a message on the first sheet of paper on the pad, briefly paused to consider his options, and then resumed writing. He then scooted over to the edge of the roof, wrapped his legs around one part of the railing, and hung down, facing a window. He knocked on it, trying to get the attention of a woman and a talking fuzzy creature, yelling, "HEY! BADGER AND WEIRD GIRL!" He held his written message in his right hand, with it reading, "DOES ANYBODY HAVE NACHOS? ASKING FOR A FRIEND. -DP" and stuck it in the blinds of the window he was yelling into.
thatguyinthestore (Rocket) TheElenaFisher (Skye)