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[carlnotcoral]

adjusting to life on genosha was harder than wade thought it’d be. harder than he’d like to admit. {heh. hard.}  [shut up.]  and, of course, there was the return of the voices boxes. within the nightmare realm, they’d disappeared -- the only good thing about that entire place. though, that in itself was partially a lie, as his greatest fear was loneliness. and without ellie or his boxes, well... he was alone. completely and utterly alone. {not anymore, though.}  [stuck with us again.]  wade sighed. “yeah, hooray for me.” he said sarcastically to them.

with ellie off in the park doing... well, whatever it was that kids her age did to entertain themselves, wade found himself with a moment to himself. he kept her in eyeshot, no matter what. {overprotective, much?}  [i think it’s sweet.]  ignoring the boxes, wade turned on his heel only to almost walk into another person. when he realized who it was, he chuckled. “oh, hey, brainy smurf. long time no see. what brings you to the park on this fine march day?”

@mccoyhenrv

[carlnotcoral]

wade was an alright cook. sort of. it depended on what the dish was -- if he liked it, he put care into making it. he did it well. but if he found himself feeling uninterested, he usually didn’t bother or simply burned the meal. today, he’d found himself up earlier than others and in the kitchen. wade didn’t cook often, despite enjoying it from time to time, but today he’d gotten fixed on pancakes. for whatever reason. well, there probably wasn’t really a reason -- there rarely was one with him. 

his phone on the counter -- covered in flour, by the way -- was blasting songs off a dubstep playlist he’d found on spotify. he was quite clearly having fun, dancing, and occasionally singing or humming along if he knew the words while he baked. and baked. and baked. who knew how long he’d been in the kitchen at this point? he wasn’t even sure. long enough to make enough pancakes to feed the entire school.

hearing footsteps behind him, he turns on his heel. a spatula in his hand and his favorite apron -- one he’d actually brought from home that was designed to look like wolverine -- he flashed the other a smile. he quickly recognized her from last night. “hola. donde esta la biblioteca?” he says with a smile on his face. “pancake?” he gestured to the various plates with stacks of pancakes on them. “couldn’t sleep. don’t you love the smell of pancakes in the morning? smells like... victory.”

@adaptling

[carlnotcoral]

“workin’ nine-to-five, what a way to make a livin’, barely gettin’ by,” wade sings along to his phone as it blasts dolly parton’s 9-to-5, swaying to the beat while he colors. {it’s all takin’ and no givin’, they just use your mind,}, the yellow box chimes in. [i’m not participating.], replies the other voice box. “well, you’re no fun. and now we’ve missed a verse. whatever! back to it. nine-to-five, for service and devotion you would think that i would deserve a fair promotion,” continuing to color his little picture, he hums along before his head snaps up and he eyes the reader curiously. “you know, it’s considered rude to eavesdrop on other people’s conversations. tsk, tsk, tsk. your mother would be ashamed.” though, his attention is quickly pulled elsewhere when he realizes there’s someone else around him.

“hola. donde está la biblioteca?” he says to them, a small grin forming behind his masked face. “it’s nice of you to join us on this lovely february day. perfect timing, really, because i have something very important to tell everyone.” he says, pausing his music. “i’ve decided to start a forbidden romantic relationship with the fbi agent monitoring me. so baby, if you’re listening to this, i love you and the government can’t keep us apart forever.” he looks up at the sky as he addresses the ‘fbi agent’, blowing a kiss to the air before turning back to the other person. “or have you come to hear my review of john wick ? spoiler alert: it’s pure pornography.”

[carlnotcoral]

it wasn’t that wade was uncomfortable with living on genosha. no, he didn’t mind the island or it’s inhabitants. it was more that wade craved a life where he could feel free, and he knew an island would do just the opposite. but genosha was a safe haven for mutants, which meant that ellie would be safe there. that was all he cared about anymore, especially with the threats of sentinels. he wasn’t about to take any chances. not when it came to ellie.

so most of the week he’d spend in new york. taking whatever merc jobs he could. doing his own thing. from time to time he’d actually help people -- usually mutants -- who needed help. he wasn’t a hero, hell no, but he wasn’t completely heartless. he did what he could, and that was what mattered to him. then, eventually, he’d return to genosha to see ellie. 

while on a walk with his daughter, wade sighed when she ran off from him. “ellie!” he exclaimed, running after her, but by the time he caught up to her, she had already made her way to another person. she was hunched over the stroller, looking at what wade assumed was probably a baby. “ah, shit.” he muttered to himself. “hey -- sorry about her. el, you can’t just go running off on me and you probably shouldn’t run up to random babies.” he put his hand on his daughter’s shoulder. “but uhh, hey. i’m wade. nice to meet you... polaris.”

@cfpolariis

[carlnotcoral]

it’s unlike wade wilson to keep to himself. normally, he’d be talking up a storm and annoying the absolute shit out of every single person gathered in that colosseum. but his mind was focused on other things, and that in itself said a lot. the masked mercenary stands apart from the crowd, observing. to add onto the stuff he’d normally do, he didn’t usually care whether or not he pissed people off or not. but now was different. he wanted to work with these people - which, again, in itself was rare - but it was all for one person. his daughter. he’d do just about anything for eleanor.

though, a semblance of a smile forms as his gaze lands on none other than cable. that time travelling bastard. he’s glad to see him. of course, he could assume that cable felt the exact opposite of that towards him, but wade would more or less shrug that off. for now he’d put the charade of being alright back up. of being his normal self. no one had to know how he was feeling, and it wasn’t like anyone could read his mind to tell anyway.

not to mention he was physically feeling shitty already. this place was off, he could tell that much, and his body was reaping the side effects of it. he pulls his mask up slightly so that his mouth is revealed, but seconds later a wave of sickness washes over him. something must be wrong with his healing. that clicks in his mind as he stifles a cough behind his arm. thank god for a red suit, he thinks. he’s coughed up blood but no one would be able to tell. unless they looked very close. forcing the smile out again, he approaches cable with a rather cocky strut. who would expect anything else from him? “i’d call you thanos, but if you’re stuck in this shithole with the rest of us, i’m gonna guess you know who that purple bastard is by now. and before you get your panties in a twist over that, it isn’t my fault you’re played by the same actor in the movies.” he shrugged his shoulders. “did you miss me? i missed you.” he pinched cable’s cheek playfully.

@nsummers