http://sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomtownies2008-11-13 07:49 pm

Atlas Gym, Thursday Morning

As Sokka waited for Deadpool he stalked back and forth across the sparring room with his practice sword, battling imaginary foes. Them invisible ninjas were going DOWN! His current score was 37 and counting.


[[ For one in particular, but the gym is open! ]]

[identity profile] mouthy-merc.livejournal.com 2008-11-14 01:08 am (UTC)(link)
"...are you fighting ghosts?" Deadpool asked slowly, walking up to him like he was approaching a rabid animal.

[identity profile] mouthy-merc.livejournal.com 2008-11-14 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
"Now that's offensive to ninjas," Deadpool informed him. "They prefer to be called 'Silent Americans'."

[identity profile] mouthy-merc.livejournal.com 2008-11-14 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
"Everyone is secretly an American," Deadpool informed him, grabbing one of the practice swords and twirling it.

[identity profile] mouthy-merc.livejournal.com 2008-11-14 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
"It's insidious, the Americanism," Deadpool insisted, lifting his sword to block.

[identity profile] mouthy-merc.livejournal.com 2008-11-14 04:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hell no! I'm just bringing up a point that many of my writers miss," Deadpool replied, watching the sword go with idle curiosity.

He was the kinda kid who poked the stove after it got hot.

[identity profile] mouthy-merc.livejournal.com 2008-11-14 04:29 pm (UTC)(link)
"Stop that!" Deadpool whined, smacking at his head. "And you get used to it."