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It all started when a crystal dropped into existence, punched a hole in time and space and landed into the lap of one the most insane men to ever walk the Earth.
At first, the clown didn't know what he had been gifted with, stuck in his cell in Arkham, staring at the reddish purple crystal laying innocently on the dirty stone floor.
And then the voices started, telling him of another universe, talking of power and chaos beyond what he could have ever dreamed.
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LET THEM KNOW WE
WONT BACK DOWN
a marvel/dc roleplay
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Suck it, Wolverine.
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Post by Wade "Deadpool" Wilson on Jul 30, 2012 16:57:01 GMT -5
Well... She started out telling him her dreams. And here's something funny about Wade Wilson. He fell in love quickly. He did that because he listened to girls and legitimately cared about their hopes. And it started out real cute, the childhood dream of owning a farm, the love of animals, and apparently she was Mary Marvel. Sounded legitimate... The character supposedly transformed from another form.
I mean Mary Marvel and tits and ass out of this world, but she wouldn't enjoy anything you gave to her, since she couldn't feel pain, but... Uh... Anyway. She got sentimental after that, really heartfelt, made him fall in love with her more, and then reminded him that this wasn't about love, it was about sex, sex, sex.
He didn't know what to do other than kiss her in return. She was certainly forward. The wine was only a quarter of the way done. Her lips stayed on his, wet with the sinful grape. But her hands... They lowered down to his pants which were already starting to get tighter.
He covered her hands with one of his, the other stroking her cheek gently, brushing a stray hair out of the way. He was sure that she didn't understand... Sex was better when it had a lot of build up. It was the release of passion that was the difference between good sex and bad sex. He'd had plenty of both.
"I wanna finish these drinks, and this conversation, in your bedroom."
Well that seemed awful simple. He pushed back into her, drawing her tongue into his mouth as they played a little tug of war. Then he grabbed the glasses and bottles and moved them to her bedroom, motioning her to follow. Well it was hers, he didn't know it, but she didn't warn him not to go in, so it was probably it.
Not paying attention to see if she was following, he unbuttoned his shirt and took off his belt and shoes, so things would be easier, and poured another glass for each of them. When she came to him he would lay on his side in the bed with his glass in his hand. "me, I want to find love again, yeah. And maybe own a private island someday."
He chuckled. Okay. Conversation could stop there if she wanted, but she had desired the alcohol and him both, not just him alone. So the bottles needed to drain. He was sitting there looking damn sexy with his shirt only halfway on him, exposing his ripped upper body. Whatever she wanted.
Some feeling dug itself in the back of his mind, but he wouldn't realize that uneasy feeling until much much later.
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Post by marvelous on Jul 30, 2012 17:36:54 GMT -5
The cat was out of the bag. Sooner than Mary intended to let it slip out but it really didn't matter. The other her was capable of feeling pain but Deadpool wasn't really much of a threat strength wise for the Maid of Might. She however wasn't here and would not be making an appearance on this evening more than likely. Mary Bromfield however was still being seduced. The alcohol, the smooth words and the promise that he and Danii were merely friends all combined to play a number on her.
She was putty in his hands and melted to his kiss, each and every wine soaked one of them and by the looks of him, vice versa. All she was conscious of as she drowned in lust and seduction was that he had her number and there was now no turning back. She'd made love before but she'd never had a hunger like the one she now felt gnawing at her from the inside out. If her forwardness was an issue he had himself to blame.
"I wanna finish these drinks, and this conversation, in your bedroom.
Then their tongues clashed once more and before she knew it he was inside her bedroom. She was a bit slower to get up than he was, sliding more of her hair out of her eyes before following him. The only obstacle standing between them before she planted herself next to him on the bed was one of her favorite possession. Her stuffed Tawny Doll, which she hurriedly snagged and set to the floor, took the glass of wine and gazed dreamily into his eyes while he spoke of an island. Mary was out of words, her mind was drawing blanks and her tongue went silent. Her shoes had been kicked off and as she listen, her free hand reached for the bottom of her t-shirt, preparing to lift it off over her head, fully caught up in the sighs and the taste of the wine.
"I'm yours. Perhaps you're search for love has reached it's end. Maybe both of ours has." She suggested and waited for him to take charge.
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Suck it, Wolverine.
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Post by Wade "Deadpool" Wilson on Jul 30, 2012 18:50:28 GMT -5
Anxiety hit him like a brick to the face. She said that and he just froze up. Dammit. Love. He always did this. He always did this he always did this and it always killed him in the end when he called and called to no answer and just a dead line. The claims of love the night before always turned into shocked screams as soon as they woke up in the morning to what he really was, the person they couldn't have known,mthe person they'd never slept with, no, no, they couldn't have they had to run and stay the fuck away from me you freak of nature. Damn damn damn, those words echoed in his mind. Freak.
No, he couldn't fall in love, because that only made the pain worse. The sex was better with love... But the pain afterwards was far more cutting than the sex. The sex was temporary.
His face showed none of his signs of panic. He developed the same dulling calm that had gotten him through so many other nights in search of the one, the one who wouldn't scream, the one who would accept him for who he was and what he really looked like, the one who could live with that. And his mind when through the same rationalization as ever...
Maybe she was the one. Yeah, wouldn't that be nice, get a farm on an island and raise some animals and children. Have true love and happiness. It was right. She was the one. He could accept it. He could only go on with this if she was the one. And she was so beautiful, why couldn't she be?
He got out of his own mind and into the situation. She was pulling her own shirt off. She was waiting for him to take her into ecstasy. He was ready. He took off his own shirt and pulled himself along the sheets until he was closer to her, and undid her bra with one hand, tossing it aside like memories of the past. His other hand reached down her shorts, a tease before pulling them off, as she pulled his off, and there they were, skin on skin and so close with only his thin boxers and her tight panties separating them from something so much more, and yet he pulled her closer, like they were to fuse their bodies at the front and all they needed was more pressure. They were kissing breathlessly now.
His left hand, towards the bed, lay on the small of her back, pulling her crotch ever closer to his, as his relatively free right hand stretched the panties, beckoning to her, saying that she needed to make her move too.
He wanted her to beg him to be inside her. And what did that come down to? He was a little fucked up, yeah, but one thing he did was focus more on the girl than himself in these situations. It was his odd hope that if he pleased her enough then maybe, just maybe, this time they'd stay, and maybe they wouldn't scream because they'd remember what he was capable of.
...he needed help.
And the rest faded to black.
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Post by marvelous on Jul 30, 2012 19:45:28 GMT -5
Now it was complete ecstasy. That's what it was as things grew to a fever pitch. Drinking turned to foreplay between glasses as the bottles gradually emptied themselves and foreplay turned to wild, unrestrained sex. Her head was buzzing and her body felt like it was on fire. By the time they reached the conclusion she was physically spent. It all took it's toll on her and she was laying like dead weight on the mattress. Lots of deep breaths.
The next thing she knew she woke up with who knows how much time having passed. Maybe a few minutes, maybe hours. Her eyes were bleary, a little watery and were taking their sweet time in focusing. Her stomach was rumbling with loud vengeance and her clothes were still scattered in all directions on the floor as she lay with an arm draped across Wade Wilson's chest.
A soft moan, maybe more of a slight groaning sound left her lips but her face was a mask of calm and tranquility despite the fact her head was buzzing. The more she tried to focus the more she saw more than one of everything. In other words Mary was stone drunk and feeling like the room was spinning. Her expression changed as she struggled to get her bearings straight, a task that wouldn't happen quite so easily or so soon.
Amid the drunkenness and the afterglow of her lovemaking, she was also becoming wracked with guilt and had no idea what for but somehow and someway a few tears started coming from her eyes as she struggled to push herself upright...only to fine herself leaning to the left and rapidly approaching the floor face first.
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Suck it, Wolverine.
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Post by Wade "Deadpool" Wilson on Jul 30, 2012 20:00:40 GMT -5
My god, that was some of the best he'd had in a while. He was completely spent and didnt know where the time had gone. He had sobered up, though the girl was obviously quite drunk still. She fell off the bed, and he tried to hold her so she didn't fall off but well, okay, he wasn't that sober, and they ended up in a giggling naked heap on the floor. He made out with her for a while there.
Then he picked her up and put her back in her bed. "I'm gonna make you some food," he said quietly, put his boxers on, and took a look around the room. Fairly normal except for the clothes strewn about. He massaged his temples. He was kinda starting to fall for this girl... Hard. She had been so nice and she was attractive, yeah, and he thought she was fun, and maybe that had all made it better...
But something kept digging in his brain. Why had he come here?
....he needed to go get some food. He thought he was probably sober enough to walk to the kitchen. He walked around the room to check. Much more sober than he'd thought, actually. He was fine!
And he opened the door from her room to the living room and walked out and suddenly it dawned on him.
He'd come to see Danii,mnot this girl. This girl was Danii's roommate. Usually not a problem, except well, he loved Danii and she knew him and... Seemed to like hm despite that fact. And she had the perfect body, she was sharp, she was funny, she was fun to be around, she was all he'd ever wanted in a girl.
And she was sitting right in front of him.
"I... Just.." hic "made a wreaaaally BIG misthake...."
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Tits Barbie
I Pledge Allegiance
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Post by Danii "LadyLiberty" Washington on Jul 30, 2012 20:58:15 GMT -5
Shit. She had wanted to see Wade again, really had to talk to him about that interesting night in Vegas that she still couldn't really remember and honestly just wanted to see him again. But work always came first and when her phone started going off telling her to head downtown as backup because what looked like a giant crocodile with a New Orleans accent was running rampant on the streets. Danii had her suit on and was out the door so fast she hadn't even had a chance to tell Mary that she was waiting for someone. Whatever, Mary was nice, and she would probably be nice enough to entertain him until she got home. The day got longer when the crocodile, apparently named Waylon, decided she was a pretty thing and wanted to take her down to the sewers. She was not a reptile handler, but she was going to pitch a fit in Fury's direction later for thinking that she was. It took two clips, three elephant grade tranqs and Danii swinging a titanium louisville slugger like she was aiming for the fences at the bottom of the ninth during the world series to bring him down. She had hit the Croc so hard for a moment everyone thought she might have killed him but he appeared to still be breathing and Danii was whisked away to get bandaged up because even though she healed faster then normal people, the woman had been put through a concrete wall....twice. Danii was sore, there was concrete dust in her hair and a gash on her cheek that was healing quickly but just not fast enough. Making sure the other agents had the best secured away somewhere, she waved off questions on whether she was alright or not and quickly slipped into her car, just wanting to get home. The drive took forever, traffic was clogged because the fucking crocodile had taken it upon himself to ruin as much as possibly could of the streets while he was out and about, and she had to stop and pick up a few beers on the way home. Eventually she got home, dragged herself up the stairs and didn't see anyone there, but there were definitely some tell tale noises coming from Mary's room. Did she have a boyfriend she hadn't told Danii about? Not once did it cross her mind to think she was actually in there with Wade. Nope, must have had some cute boy toy she wanted to keep quiet about, Danii could respect that, after all she hadn't told her roommate about Vegas. Wow, they were really going at it though, the blonde had a shower and stiffly wiggled into her favorite pair of daisy dukes, just managing to get the worn cut off Rolling Stones shirt over her head. In another hour she'd be perfectly fine, but right now, she was still feeling like she had been put through a wall. Shuffling out to the kitchen the woman passed the room and shook her head, well alright then. Tossing the meatloaf she had prepped yesterday into the oven, Danii grabbed a beer, turned the radio on and flopped onto the couch in the living room. Kansas, nice. She was going to have the song stuck in her head for the next week, but hell anything was better then listening to those noises. Sipping her beer and singing along the blonde was just about to stand and check on the meatloaf when someone walked into the living room. Someone naked. Wade naked actually. Her eye twitched from behind the sunglasses, and she had to bite her lip to stop it from trembling, momentarily forgetting how to breath when her throat tightened painfully, "You.........you didn't......please tell me.....," There was a certain tremble to her tone, she had really liked him. Without thinking about it, she crushed the beer can in her hand and whipped it at him like she was trying out for the Yankees.[/div][/style][/td][/tr][/table] [/center]
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Suck it, Wolverine.
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Post by Wade "Deadpool" Wilson on Jul 30, 2012 21:28:02 GMT -5
That tremble in her voice killed him. No. He didn't want this. He sobered up real fast. No. This couldn't be happening. He wanted to tell her he hadn't done anything. He was drunk. He thought she didn't even like him. No. He couldn't do this, he couldn't believe she was here and he had only missed her by an hour or two, and even then, if he had come when she was there... It would have been so simple, he would have told her he really loved her and that he hadn't been kidding when he said he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her and... Beer can flew at him.
...he did. And he had wanted to. Mary, her roommate, was... Hot. And she went crazy over him and... He and Danii WERE just friends. They were married and divorced and they'd had sex at least ten times in one night but that was all fueled by some weird mix of alcohol, drugs, and adrenaline. Other than that they wre... Just friends, but he wanted to be more and, oh god, by her reaction it looked like she had too.
He'd assumed she was like everyone else. Everyone else always openly regretted it afterward, after the drunk haze wore off. And something like this could have happened before with out a problem, because he didn't care. And he didn't care because the girls didn't care about him, usually. They treated him like shit, so he acted like a piece of shit. But Danii had treated him well.
And he had still been a piece ofnshit because he thought she changed and was like everyone else.
Well, fuck. Perfect girl. He had ruined it. Probably permanently.
Beer can hit his chest and fell to the ground. He looked down. Oh god. "oh.. Fuck... No.. I didn't wan' dis, I wanned you... Fuck." he stumbled forward and tripped, falling flat on his face on the carpet, getting back up. Just in his boxers. He ran into the room and grabbed his clothes and ran back out, stopping at the door that was the entrance to their apartment. "oh my god..." he said softly "what the fuck have I done..."
She wouldn't understand the significance, but a tear fell out of his eyes. He hadnt cried since Vanessa had died, though those tears had been longer.
Would she kick him out, or maybe even try to ask him something, anything to save his soul...? Or would he even fuck that up...
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I Pledge Allegiance
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Post by Danii "LadyLiberty" Washington on Jul 31, 2012 0:28:33 GMT -5
Danii was trying to hold her composure, trying to keep herself together because she was supposed to be the nice girl, the happy sweet one, right? But her hand was trembling and the other was clenched so tightly her nails were biting into her palm so hard she would probably bleed in a moment. She was trying to remind herself that she was supposed to be nice, she was always the nice girl, it wasn't like they were actually dating. They weren't together, it shouldn't bother her what he did with his time and who he did it with, but it did. It did because even though they had done some pretty ridiculous shit together, she liked him. She stood, didn't know if she wanted to see if he was alright because he had eaten the floor right then and there because damnit she was too nice for her own good, or if she wanted to kick him repeatedly while she had the chance. Keep calm, keep calm, it doesn't matter, obviously he didn't particularly care, obviously there wasn't anything there, Danii was just fooling herself into thinking so. Stupid, stupid stupid. She had thought that maybe he was different, maybe he didn't just want to sleep with her the way every other guy seemed so keen on doing. Something that sounded embarrassingly close to a whine of pain left her throat, no matter how much she was tryong to tell herself that she didn't care, she did. It hurt. Danii tried to find the best in everyone she came across and she hadn't thought he would go ahead and sleep with her roommate. Her roommate, what a piece of work, the pair of them had hurt her worse then being put through a wall, "I was late," Danii tried to take a deep breath, sounded more like a shudder, "I was late because I was called out to wrangle a fucking humanoid crocodile twice my size and three times my weight in the middle of downtown Manhattan, who put me through a wall. Twice. And all I could think of, was-," Her voice broke, she cleared her throat to try and cover it up, ".....Was apologizing for skipping out on you, because I had to go bring down a giant killer crocodile instead of being here so we could talk, and so I could make you dinner, " She had been getting her ass kicked while he had been fucking her roommate. What had she done to deserve this one? Striding forward, Danii grabbed her grandfathers old bomber jacket from off the coat hook and slipped it on, she wasn't cold, she just needed the heavy comfort of the old coat. An Ozzy song started playing, one she realized she would hate from this point on because it was always going to remind her of this exact moment. This moment in time where she was clinging to her grandfathers jacket like a security blanket while her eyes started to sting with tears as she looked at the man across from her standing in his boxers and holding his cloths in his hand and looking like a sorry son of a bitch. But that look on his face didn't help how much she was hurting, even if she was trying to pretend that she wasn't, "Why Wade, just, why?" It was almost a whisper, because Danii wasn't sure if she did actually want to know. [/div][/style][/td][/tr][/table] [/center]
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Post by marvelous on Jul 31, 2012 4:09:13 GMT -5
"Ah-ah-wheeeee" Mary was encased in a drunken gigglefit and those were the last words out of her mouth on her one way trip straight to he mystical land called hard bedroom floor. Alright, almost the last words. The very last one being "Ow.." before both her voice and her consciousness were stolen away. Wade had tried to grab her but failed. She had reached out for her bedside table, failing to grab it and hold herself up and instead pulled it down with her. At least ah AM/FM radio and the lamp that were on it, both of therm crashing to the floor wham bang right behind her. That was the last thing she remembered when she finally woke up again later. Not the following kissing exchange & cuddling.
If you asked her, Mary Bromfield would swear up, down and sideways she'd been out for hours when her eyes finally opened. The fact her head was still buzzing, the room spinning and her stomach threatening to go into convulsions told a different story; as did the fact that her Wade, her new love had not yet made his way back to the bedroom with food. This did not a happy camper make, not that she would have been able to hold food down anyway.
What had awakened her besides the drunken buzzing was the sound of her radio going off with it's alarm causing the thing to play and the sound of the sounds of words being exchanged from the kitchen. Not that far away that the sounds would fail to penetrate her bedroom door. The words were incoherent to her but she could tell Wade was talking to someone.
The Mona Lisa lost her smile. The painter's hands are trembling now
Geez Louise, country music. How the radio from hell and it's little dial ended up there she had no Earthly idea. Country Music was great once in awhile but not all the time. The fact this particular song was playing however was a foreshadow of what was happening in the kitchen of what was awaiting her though Mary had no idea. Looking back she would almost swear that the elders must have some how orchestrated events to cause that particular song to be played at this particular moment but Mary wanted no part of it. Her fist came down like a hammer on top of the snooze button but she couldn't snooze. Not now.
A little over 5 minutes worth of bumbling and stumbling around her bedroom and Mary Bromfield was dressed once again with her hand on the doorknob and slowly bringing frsh air into her room from the rest of the apartment once it was open. Despite still not being sober again she finally felt alive again while stepping out and into the hallway, closer to the kitchen but not yet in view of the other two.
What she heard next made her wish she was dead.
"oh.. Fuck... No.. I didn't wan' dis, I wanned you... Fuck. oh my god...what the fuck have I done..."
The brunette didn't make a sound from the place she stood out of sight. Her hands were cupped over her mouth that was open in an O-shape. Her eyes started to sting more and Mary was counting her options one by one as best she could while trying not to fall.
"Why Wade, just, why?" It almost sounded like a whisper but to Mary it might as well have been shouted through a megaphone. When she played it repeatedly in her drunken mind it only came out as Why Mary why?
She lost it right then and there. She'd never dream of doing something like this least of all not to her best friend's apparent boyfriend. If only Mary had known the truth before going in, she never would in all her life dare to do such a thing. She felt horrible now and this would leave a taint on her that all the bars of soap in the world would never wash away.
In that moment she could have just shouted her magic word and darted out the nearest window. Flown away and sought refuge to think but running away from her problems was not her style. She could have run into the kitchen and wrapped her hands around Wade's throat but her feet refused to budge under her own power.
Instead it was now Mary that stood in the hallway trembling. She would accept the blame for this as much as Wade deserved it but right now she was too unfocused to think. She shook her head as her tears increased, the sounds of hysterical sobbing grew louder and so did the shriek of pain that left her lips after she slammed a fist against the wall. The wall didn't give, her left hand did and with a cracking sound that meant she'd probably just broken it. She needed to get away, she needed to run into the kitchen to beg Danii's forgiveness and slap Wade across the face.
She needed...she needed...she needed to get to the bathroom NOW and she did in 2 seconds before kneeling in front the stool and puking her guts out.
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Post by Wade "Deadpool" Wilson on Jul 31, 2012 17:14:31 GMT -5
He had hurt her. He had hurt her so bad and it was all his fault. It wasn't even getting drunk and fucking in Vegas, not even all the crazy running around, not even the life threatening stipulation with the Mexican cartel owner, not even the tiger that had hurt her.
It was him and his stupid penis. It was his hurt that had spread to her. It was his jadedness. You're an idiot, Deadpool. You dumb sack of shit. You were in love with her left Vegas, and what made you think she wasn't? Was there any evidence that she hated you? Was there any cruelty when she gave you her address? And when she told you to keep in touch, did you think she had forgotten that night? Do you think she would want to see you again if she really regretted what happened? You dumb sack of shit, Deadpool, you found her and fucked her over worse than you'd fucked over any girl before. Not because of the situation, no, but because you loved her and she loved you back and you STILL fucked it up.
And why? For some good sex? God, Wade, you probably damaged that girl Mary for life. You should feel terrible for that. She was nice and you hurt her too. And besides that, you probably completely ruined their friendship. Wade, you are an idiot. Why did you think this was a good idea? Why? Why?
"Why?" he started, "because... I said you and I weren't together. And we had some drinks, and she got really horny and I got really stupid." he slumped into the door. His words seemed to be clearing up. "And I didn't lie. We aren't together. I... Didn't think you even cared about me. Most people don't. After that night... I... I thought you inviting me here was to tell me to make it like it never happened, to stop talking to you, or something."
Another tear went down his cheek, making a little trail down his cheek. Yeah. Most of the bitches he'd given his love in the past would be the type to call him up just to tell him to never talk to them again. Hell most of them would demand some sort of repayment, or some money for a fucking therapy session. Not... A call back to make dinner and conversation.
...damn. He needed to think now. He didn't want to let her see him cry. He thought he heard Mary getting up but wasn't sure.
"Tell her I'm sorry. And, Danii..." he opened the door. He'd change in the public bathroom on the lower level... "when I call you... Please, please answer." Another tear from each eye made cuts down his face as he went out the door and closed it.
He banged his head against the wall again and went downstairs. Why, why, why, why...
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Post by Danii "LadyLiberty" Washington on Aug 1, 2012 5:37:58 GMT -5
Her jaw clenched, her arms were beginning to shake from her hands trembling so damn much and it was a sign of weakness that shouldn't cant seem to stop. She didn't want to let him see how much it hurt her because it shouldn't have, it didn't matter, "I thought...god I thought you were different," She hadn't wanted to take a chance on someone in such a long time and when she finally did it blew up in her face. Danii should have never gone to Vegas, there were so many instances where she simply should have stopped and walked away. She should have passed the job off to someone else and hung out with Steve that night, maybe helped him catch up on some movies, or gotten drunk with Thor, played darts with Clint, anything but what she actually did. "The fuck should I do anything for you now?" It came out like a snarl, quiet but dripping with a venom most people didn't think she was capable of producing, but then again, people didn't normally see her quite so vulnerable and angry. Her brows were nearly knitted together and she was blinking back unwanted tears behind the sunglasses and she couldn't remember the last time she had been so thankful to be wearing them. Danii shook her head furiously as she watched him go, sorry bastard. She had liked him, thought he felt the same. In the quiet between songs changing, she could hear Mary in the bathroom and she simultaneously wanted nothing to do with the other woman and wanted to put her through a wall at the same time. Danii was trying to remind herself that it was Wade's fault, but it was both of theirs really. It was. She stalked to the bathroom, rage all but shrouding her at the moment, she was trembling worse, bleeding now because she really had sliced her palms open with her own nails. Found the girl puking into the john. Squatting down so she was level with her so called friend, Danii's voice was frosted over with a level of ice Mary had never had the displeasure of hearing before, "He said he was sorry," It was a hiss that could have sent a chill down someones spine. "I do hope it was fuckin' worth it, I really hope you enjoyed yourself while I was getting my ass kicked up and down downtown. If your wondering, we got close on my last job," And by close she meant married and then divorced with a plethora of insane shit in between, "Tell me, are you actually sixteen or something? Are you really that naive? You're a SHIELD agent now, he could have been here to hurt us both and all you knew was that he knew my name but that was enough to get drunk and fuck him?" That, that was something else that was making her want to scream, "You're twenty one, grow the fuck up already and enter the real world," Harsh, but what had she been thinking? She could have gotten herself killed. Standing, Danii grabbed a towel and dropped it beside her, "Of all the fucking people, the roommate and the ex fucking husband, like a bad episode of Jerry fucking Springer," Danii was muttering harshly to herself, gave the girl one last once over and walked out. She couldn't take being there right now, and she wouldn't be coming back home tomorrow, or the week after either. [/div][/style][/td][/tr][/table] [/center]
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