The park, pretty much all Monday

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

There is a boy skateboarding in the park. He isn't skateboarding from one point to another. This isn't for transportation. He isn't skateboarding in intensely focussed training. This isn't for a trophy. He is skateboarding for the sheer joy of it. Sometimes fast, sometimes slow. Sometimes bogged down in snow, sometimes zooming along paths. Sometimes sailing over benches or large metal lobsters, sometimes crouched low to the ground.

Jude had been a good boy and let his leg get its strength back after being freed from its cast, but he couldn't stay off his board for longer than he already had. Video games could only do so much. True healing could only be attained through a truly righteous grind.

[[Open leik woah!]]

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[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Turtle couldn't believe the Squishy machine was eerily timely in being out of order. She was really looking forward to abusing her employee privledges some more! She went to the park to sulk, distracted herself by watching some guy (wasn't he in her writing class?) skateboard around like a dork. Okay, maybe not so much like a dork, because he was actually pretty good. For a dorky skateboarder.

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

Jude didn't really noticed. He seemed to be skating with his eyes closed, a blissed out expression on his face. Until, of course, he ran into the ducks.

That . . . didn't end well. If one's definition of 'well' included the exact opposite of sprawled on one's face with a mouth full of feathers.

"Hawsh . . ."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Turtle winced. Those poor ducks. "You okay?" she asked, not with any real concern, but just because it seemed the thing to do.

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, 'm cool," he replied mellowly, rolling to a sitting position and checking the tensor bandage on his left leg.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"I'm not a boarder or anything," Turtle said, "but I'm pretty sure you wanna avoid things like ducks, y'know?"

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, usually," he chuckled, his mellow intact as he climbed to his feet and limped towards his board.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"You're in my writing class, aren't you?" Turtle was also eyeing his board. But she wasn't thinking of asking to see it, nope. No way. Skateboarding was stupid...

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

Jude nodded. "Yeah, yeah I think so. Well, I'm in a writing class and I think there's only one, so . . ." He picked up his board and began checking it minutely for nicks.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Turtle arched an eyebrow. This guy seemed a little weird, too, but, unlike Nova, at least he talked. "So, you, uh, board a lot?"

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

He grinned up at her. "Yeah. Whenever I can. Which for the last six weeks - y'know, not so much."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Oh, that's right!" Turtle snapped her fingers as she recalled a detail. "Didn't you have a cast last week? What'd you get that from? Running over more ducks?" She smirked. "Shouldn't you try to learn from mistakes like that?"

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

He chuckled again. "Nah, bra. Ducks I can totally bounce back from. I got the smackdown from the trolls."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Ahhh, yes," Turtle nodded. "The trolls. I hear they did quite a number on several people."

[badluckprodigy.livejournal.com]

Now that Shuichi was unburdened by his small, and yet extremely heavy, keyboard, he walked around a little trying to get a feel for this place he'd be calling home for awhile. One would notice a pink puff walking about aimlessly, jotting notes down in a very thin, Japanese style notebook.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

How anyone could not notice the bright pink hair, was a question better left for another time.

Wade had come to the park to do park things. Which, for him, meant throwing pointy things at the ducks. It was soothing. He ambled up behind the puff ball, peeking over his shoulder at what he was writing.

[badluckprodigy.livejournal.com]

Shuichi, being passionate about his music, was pretty lost in thought at the moment as he tried to work out some new lyrics for a song he had in mind.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Whatcha doin'?" Wade asked.

(So very pink. Like cotton candy.)

[badluckprodigy.livejournal.com]

If it was physically possible to leap thirty feet in the air, Shuichi would have. The sudden strange voice from behind him nearly gave him a heart attack. "Gah!" He tripped over his own feet in surprise and toppled over onto the pavement.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Wade stared down at Shuichi.

(Aww, he's like a terrified puppy.)

"You okay, little pink cotton candy haired one?"

[badluckprodigy.livejournal.com]

With a quick shake of his head, Shuichi picked himself and his little notebook back up, rubbing his head a little as he shifted his attention on the...tall and strangely dressed person in front of him.

He'd understood the first part of the sentence, as well as 'pink one'. "I am fine." He grinned and laughed nervously. This guy kinda reminded him of the assasins in videogames or comics.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Which was a step up from cosplayer, that's for sure.

"You sure? I don't normally cause people to freak out like that when I'm unarmed. Unless you count that one time in Tijuana when I lost my pants."

[badluckprodigy.livejournal.com]

Shuichi stared at him. Did...he want his pants? Is that what he said?!

"My...pants....?" He looked a little freaked out and pointed down at his jeans.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"If that's an offer, I'm going to have to say no," Wade said slowly. "Got enough trouble with that already thanks."

(Hot nuns and roommates are a bad, bad combination.)

[badluckprodigy.livejournal.com]

He breathed a sigh of relief. Okay. Crazy assasin man didn't want his pants. Good.

"Who are you?" He asks next, not noticing an inquizzitive tone in Mr. Red's comment. In the meantime he brushes off the notebook, a little scuffed from the fall.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Folks 'round these parts call me Deadpool! Or sometimes Professor Deadpool. Or 'Oh my God, why are you here, Deadpool?!'" Wade stuck out his hand. "And do you have a name, or should I just stick with calling you Pinky despite you not being the comic relief to a small megalomaniacal rodent?"