Hiding In The Crowd [tag: Deadpool]

[Jacobgoodnight]

Characters Appearing: Jacob & Deadpool
Time of Day: Evening
Location(s): Mall
NPCs Used: Victim
Plot Summary: Jacob goes hunting and meets a merc with a mouth

Jacob had been stalking a sinful soul who had managed to escape him, he had no idea who the man was. The giant monster only knew that he was a sinner who needed to be punished. Surprisingly for a man of his size, he was quick on his feet, chasing his prey through the city. The man was all a panic, barely keeping his balance as he stumbled over his feet and anything else that was in his way. Finally he saw a possible place of sanctuary where he might be able to find some help or at least a place to hide among the multitudes of people. The hapless man darted into a mall, trying to maneuver through the crowd of shoppers while his eyes turned back to look for the source of his terror.

Suddenly Jacob seemed to burst through the people, pushing those who didn't flee in terror out of his way. The chase was back on, his feet taking large steps after his victim. There was no way the man was going to get away. The sinner stopped in mid-stride, looking desperately for a security guard, but he saw no one that he could help him and the murderous giant was close behind. Quickly the man ducked into an empty restroom, hiding in a stall. He stepped onto the toilet, crouching down while he nervously stared at the door awaiting.

[Deadpool]

The mall was always crowded in the evenings until they closed. The last minute shoppers and stragglers. Stragglers do include those window shoppers, which Wade Wilson ended up being this day. Sure he wanted to buy some things but he had no real need for anything as of right now. All DVD box sets of the Golden Girls he owned. For free, even! Such a way with words on the clerks. And it helps when you're an insane mercenary toting around guns and swords.

Using his image inducer to blend in, Wade looked like a normal man than the horribly scarred person he is. A nice way to try to hit on the single mothers without getting hit as often. Five smacks out of eight wasn't bad at all for a night of trying to pick up a lady or two. The other three just gave him a dirty look, made a snide comment and walked away. Deadpool lifted up his arm and sniffed his pit as the last lady he tried to hook up with walked off.

“I don't smell like a sewer rat. I swear I showered two days ago! I would of showered today but you know how those things just slip the mind. Just be glad I didn't roll around in garbage today,” stated Deadpool in his gravelly Demi Moore voice. The garbage comment meant to be from chasing down a person he is going to kill. Failing in including that into the one-sided conversation.

Hearing a few people shout out complaints on being shoved, he turned around to figure out where it was coming from. There seemed to be a few shouts of terror as well. 'Well this turned out to be a nice mall visit.' 'Very much so.' His eyes caught someone ducking into the bathroom out of the corner of his eyes. “Looks like someone pissed off the Jolly Bald Giant,” he said and looked closer at the bald man (looking pretty blood thirsty and angry) as he stalked towards where the guy darted off to.

“Hey, Skippy! What do you think you're doing being mean to all these people? Not even a simple 'excuse me' but just pushing them out of the way or scaring them with those beady little eyes and stench,” said Deadpool as he walked over towards Jacob. Finding that the guy looked familiar but he couldn't place where. Something will nag him until his mind decided to think of something else... like Darth Vader wearing a tutu in some sort of weird cosplay scene.

[Jacobgoodnight]

Jacob suddenly halted in his hunt for the man, his massive seven foot frame slowly turned to look at the source of the taunting voice. Two different colored eyes of blue and brown looked at Wade before they narrowed and his nostrils flared like an angry bull. It was clear he did not like what the mercenary was saying to him, especially about his stench and beady eyes, though honestly he didn't like him one bit because he was keeping him from his target. What was he up to? Jacob couldn't figure out why the man was coming towards him when most would flee from him.

Did he want to fight him? That was possible, after all cops had fought him and teenagers had done battle with him, it wasn't unreasonable for this man to do the same. Of course he didn't like it. He stepped towards Wade, closing the distance between them. Gently he tilted his large bald head to the side as he regarded the stranger, yet he said nothing the entire time. Abruptly he clamped his sizable hand around the mercenary's throat as if by doing this he hoped to shut him up. Sinner, a very mouthy sinner was what Mr. Wade Wilson was to Jacob Goodnight.

[Deadpool]

This was a fine turn of events! He had just about to offer to toss baldy into the fountain in the middle of the mall for a bath when a thick, meaty hand wrapped around his throat. Seriously, why did he not see that one coming? Sure he was talkative but this did not stop him from trying to talk. Even more so now the illusion of him being a normal looking guy was lost as Jacob could feel horrible scarred skin where pristine clear skin should be with what he is looking at.

“Y'know this is not a good way to make friends,” croaked Deadpool. “The whole choking thing is just not working out for me. Although I have got to wonder why you're not talking. Normally people would tell me to shut up or something that goes beyond the PG-13 rating.” What a day to go without the suit and ammo. Now he can't go all stabby on the guy to let him go unless he ran to the food court to pick up lots of plastic forks.

He reached up with his scarred hand and tried to pry the other man's hand off of his throat. Air is quite needed and his brain was already damaged enough that it didn't need to be damaged anymore from lack of oxygen. Deadpool struggled against Jacob and caused the button to be pressed on the image inducer to turn off. Showing off his ugly self in a pair of jeans, running shoes, shirt and jacket.

“Hey, look, we're both bald now,” he joked as he took note that his image was off. “Hurk. Need oxygen now. Brain startin' to feel a bit fuzzy. Mind letting go?” Unfortunately he knew the answer to this and wondered why he asked a dumb question. A lot of his enemies wouldn't just let him go when he asked. Not like this behemoth would either.

[Jacobgoodnight]

Jacob furrowed his brow in confusion when he felt the skin beneath his hand, it felt weird, not like the smooth texture he had expected. He sneered down at Wade when the man continued to say nonsense though he had a grip around his neck. It was clearly evident his body language was screaming 'shut up!' However, no words came out of his mouth, instead a sound like a frustrated growl escaped him. He was about to tighten his grip even further when the image inducer was switched off, surprising the seven footer with a frighteningly scarred face that replaced the once handsome one. It was clear by his reaction that he was not happy and perhaps a little disgusted.

Jacob released Deadpool, shoving him away like he were something even he didn't want to have anything to do with. Jacob gave him a puzzled look trying to figure out why Wade had looked one way, but was now currently different. It just didn't make sense to him. However, he still had a mission to preform, a sinner had to be punished. He sneered at the mercenary, he was keeping him from what he was meant to do and he had unwittingly confused him, these were things he did not like. So by default he did not like him.

[Deadpool]

Being shoved away caused Deadpool to stumble a bit with it being unexpected. Luckily for Jacob, he didn't have to go with drastic measures to get free. A knee to the groin would be the fastest way to escape as long as this behemoth felt that kind of pain. The growl reminded him of Wolverine but he was prettier than this guy standing in front of him. Shorter, too. Boy, would that make him mad being called a shorty compared to this guy. Not like that would stop him from fighting.

“So are you ever going to speak? Or just stick with the caveman grunts and groans for communication? It's very hard when you're not a telepath to read minds to know what someone is trying to say. This is why I always state what's on my mind,” said Deadpool while watching the man. A nice sneer caused the mercenary to mentally clap for admiration. He had took notice the puzzled look with why he was someone else before.

He held up his hand and pointed to the watch-like device on his wrist. “See this doohickey? It changes my appearance to what ever I want it to be. Seeing as no one likes to see my ugly, scarred mug. Kind of can't help it right now as I think you must of broken it on me.” The mercenary began to mess with the dials on the device and nothing was working for him. He really need to make sure to get it fixed to the point it won't break again on him.

“So what were you doing chasing that guy? He didn't seem like anyone important. I would of offed him if he appeared familiar to me and had a price on his head,” he continued on. Probably annoying the giant man even more. This is what you end up with when running into the Merc with a Mouth. By now the man had probably made his escape from the mall and was never seen again.

[Jacobgoodnight]

Jacob clearly was not pleased by Deadpool in any sense of the word, he just wanted to kill the sinner and go home. He had no plans of dealing with a man who did not know when to shut his mouth. Also he didn't like what was coming out of that mouth either, he already thinking of ways of crushing his windpipe or ripping his voice box right out of his neck. Jacob could do it too and not think twice about it. It was evident by his expression he was getting ready to strike when the mercenary gestured suddenly to the device on his wrist, momentary distracting him from his original goal.

That distraction only served to delay him for a second when the scarred man started talking again. The only word to describe the monstrous man at the moment was volcano. He was like a volcano about to blow its top. His giant hand grabbed him once more, lifting him easily off his feet. Jacob let him hang there in the air while he wrestled with his voice which came out a loud roar “SHUT UP!” he yelled at him, bring him down hard onto the ground in a slam while he tried to squeeze the life out of him.

[Deadpool]

Oh, crapola! His gadget had failed to impress the man. It was like he could visibly feel the behemoth's anger rolling off of him while he stared him in the eyes. Here it comes, here it comes! Bracing for impact, Deadpool narrowed his eyes as the man spoke. 'His breath can be used as a weapon.' 'Urk! Someone open a window and fast.'

“Wow. Someone give this guy a gold star sticker! He finally said his first two words.” He felt himself being rushed into the ground now. Air rushed out of his lungs as the impact was enough to make a person black out. This Merc with a Mouth was a lot tougher than some normal human. He had lost his breath for a moment so his vision blurred.

The hand holding his throat began squeezing harder making it difficult to suck in air to keep him conscious. Play time had to end now and the mercenary brought up a knee to the behemoth's gut as hard as he could. At the same time he brought up both his hands to clap hard against the other man's head at his ears to try and stun him a bit. Basically showing now that he was not defenseless and knew how to fight.

'I know who he is!' 'Who?' 'Kane! Remember we used to root for him when wrestling was cool?'

“You're Kane, aren't you” he croaked. Figuring his voices had to be wrong but upon hearing that and seeing the bald man up close. One had to wonder why a famous person turned into a serial killer.

[Jacobgoodnight]

Jacob felt a hint of satisfaction when he slammed the scarred man into the floor with authority. However, by this time the rage had taken full control of him as he squeezed his throat. He grunted as the knee made contact with his gut, knocking the wind out of him. He was just recovering from that blow when the Merc's hands came up, clapping against his ears in a painful attack. He cried out in pain, finally releasing his hold on Wade as he stumbled back. His hands lifted to his ears, rubbing them while he tried to shake off the ringing that was going on in his head. It was terrible! He could barely make sense of what was going around him, all he felt was the pain in his ears.

The first time he heard as his hearing started to return was a name, a name that was only familiar to him from the Bible. But the mercenary believed Kane to be his own name which Jacob knew wasn't right. He was Jacob Goodnight, not Kane. He shook his head, this wasn't his name! Who was Kane? He had to have him mistaken for someone else. Jacob shook his head once more, growling under his breath in anger that this man would hurt him like he did, though he had just attacked Wade himself. He brought his leg out, kicking the Merc with his boot clad foot in hopes he had at least cracked a rib.

[Deadpool]

Deadpool snickered when Jacob had a nice ear popping experience. “Not such a hot shot now, are you?” he said. Breathing returning to normal? Check! Bruising? Most likely, but healing. Surely this guy was strong for his size but nothing like Juggernaut or Thor or any other super powered being. Things were going to wild and quick once this guy got his bearings straight.

It didn't take another moment for the mercenary to kip up to his feet and caught the boot aimed at his chest. “I saw that coming a mile away. So this frustrated failure kick must mean that you're saying you are not Kane. Then who are you?” He kept a hold on Jacob's foot so he would be balancing on one leg. Maybe if he wasn't as dumb as he looked then he would be able to get out of this. So far Deadpool was only going by a whim on his actions.

Not even being as serious as he could be in this fight. Possibly not enough reason to do so. “Time's a-tickin'. If you don't answer soon I'll just keep calling you Kane,” he stated. “Or maybe I'll think of a spiffy new nick name to give you!” The patrons of the mall seemed to have thinned out quite a bit after he was body slammed to the floor. Shall be loads of fun when the silly mall cops start showing up.

[Jacobgoodnight]

Jacob sneered at Deadpool as he tried to regain his bearings about him, but he was certain about one thing, he did not like Wade Wilson. He growled angrily as he tried to keep his balance on one leg while the mercenary taunted him. The giant killer was growing more and more frustrated as their encounter continued, he just wanted it to end so he could go on his way of ridding the world of sinners. “Stop calling me that! I'm not Kane!” he yelled angrily. Jacob really had no desire to talk to the man, the fact he was speaking was testament enough about how angry he truly was.

In one quick action he shifted his weight to the leg in Wade's grasp then lifted his leg up to kick him right in the side of his head. If he was successful he would be freed, but would on the floor once more. If it didn't have an effect on the scarred man, he would be on the floor with his foot still in Deadpool's hands. Either way the monstrous man would be on the floor, looking up at the mercenary with a look, that if looks could kill, Deadpool would be taking his last breath on the floor of the mall. Luckily for Wade, it would take a lot more then that to kill him.

[Deadpool]

Aha! He got him to say something again. So this conversation was starting to go somewhere and Deadpool was not being the only talker. The voices in his head couldn't be heard by anyone else. Maybe telepaths if they bothered to take a peek inside his head. “But you sure do look a lot like Kane. Big, tall and ugly. Although you do smell, but he would only smell from wrestling,” said Deadpool.

He felt the weight shift and didn't have time to duck. The boot to the head caused him to let go of Jacob's foot. 'Did anyone get the number of that boot?' 'Not like he needs his brains scrambled anymore.' He stumbled for a bit and shook his head to try and clear the dizziness. “Didn't think such a big guy could do that but I've seen Juggernaut do a lot of things guys your size shouldn't be able to pull off.” Deadpool missed the look was giving him.

It would be a look he has seen multiple times before and wouldn't phase him though. “Just a little more to the left and you could of knocked me out,” he added. After the few moments of double vision and headache had passed, Deadpool noticed that the large man was on the ground and decided to leap into the air and drop an elbow on his stomach.

[Jacobgoodnight]

Jacob sneered angrily at Deadpool as the man spoke in response to him, saying that he looked like Kane and that he was ugly then smelly. The insults stirred up quite a rage inside the giant man. It was to the point he wanted to brutally slaughter the mercenary, rip him into a million tiny bits. He was so mad he didn't even want Wade's eyes! It was wonder for the giant when his foot made contact to the side of the man's head which caused Wade to stumble backwards while he landed on the ground, free from the previous hold. Jacob glared daggers at Deadpool, clearly longing for his demise.

He wasn't listening to him, he was too consumed with his rage to care about anything other then killing Wade. Jacob finally did listened, only to catch the statement if he had hit him more to the left he would have knocked him out. He wished he had then he wouldn't forced to listen to his big mouth. Jacob gave him his best 'shut-up' face, though Deadpool was hardly paying him any attention. The big man saw Wade going for his move, he was barely able to roll out of the way. He pulled himself into a crouched position, his eyes narrowing and a nasty expression on his face.

[Deadpool]

Tuning Wade out took a lot of will power! Unless you happen to be deaf then there was no will power needed. He kind of noticed that he had listened to his advice on the kick as his healing factor took care of the pain and any bruising. Surely things weren't going to be the same again. He would make sure of that as being kicked in the head sucks.

Although kicking other people in the head is totally acceptable. It means you're going to win and not lose. Unless their head is metal. Oh, boy, would that mean breaking a foot. “Ooh, nice face you got going on there. Too bad I'm immune to such glares.” His moved missed at the last second and no way to stop mid-air to pull off another move either.

Ow! Elbow to a concrete floor always, always hurts. Deadpool hissed out in pain and quickly got back to his feet. Just in case this guy was already there. “Alright next move is on you. Just be lucky I'm being generous in this fight as you would have been flat on your face by now. Oh yeah, I'm that good!” he boasted while seeing Jacob hasn't moved to attack when he had the chance in his face.

'That face could win an ugly contest.' 'More like the 'I want to kill you' face contest.' "Hope your face doesn't stay like that or you'll be a permanent Halloween attraction," he said.

[Jacobgoodnight]

Jacob was almost kicking himself for not being able to kill him with his glares. If only God had given him those sort of powers, he would have been extremely grateful in the situation before him. He would have continued to glare if he hadn't seen that elbow coming down towards him. Jacob managed to roll out of the way mere seconds before Deadpool could drive that move into his stomach. The giant actually grinned for a few moments seeing the man in such pain, but he knew that would never last, the man seemed able to come back from any move he used on him.

Then he had the guts to say that he was being generous in the fight, otherwise he would be flat on his face. The nasty expression formed on his hairless face, wishing with all his might that the Merc would die a horrible, painful death. The next taunting words out of Wade's mouth was enough to make the larger man rush towards in a spear, going straight for the man's middle so he could take him off his feet and take control of the fight. If he was successful Wade would find himself laying flat on his back with an angry giant on top of him raining angry blows down on him.