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Post by Martyr on Oct 28, 2016 16:35:43 GMT -7
He was soon confronted by the source of all the latest destruction to his building. A woman dressed like a demented mime. He sneered as Deadpool tried to trot his way up multiple flights of stairs, probably with two shattered hips and a broken leg.
He looked her up and down going through a mental checklist of the heroes and villains that he was aware of. While never a superhero by any means, he made it his business to know who they were. It sold papers! Even beyond that, he had a duty to the public to inform them when their so-called heroes had feet of clay. He was honor-bound to be the iconoclast.
"Hmm. Domino was it? That's who you are? The X-Woman? I'll have you know right here and now, I don't know what beef you think you have with me, and frankly I don't care what it is. I wouldn't anyway but I have somewhere to be and so you matter to me about as much as some gum at the bottom of my shoe. So, I'm going to tell you what's going to happen. You're going to go back out into the hellscape outside my window and I'm going to go run an errand, because I decided that I'm still going to do my damned job while this city is falling apart. Goodbye."
He grabbed his hat, his jacket, and a fresh cigar, lighting it before shouting into his walkie-talkie. "D, we're going or you're gone! That's final!"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2016 16:01:19 GMT -7
Shriek looked outright offended at Flat Top's response of calling her an "X-Woman," ugh! Mutie? Maybe, but a peon in that little war? Hell no! She stood right in the way of Jonah's exit and pushed him back into his chair with a sonic enhanced push. "Seriously, Adolf? You really don't recognize me? Perhaps I should give you a reminder..." she said as she then walked around his back and whispered in his ear, using her mind warping ability to incite violence and hatred, or in this case, fear, into people on the publisher of the Daily Bugle. "Carnage in New York..." she said as a triggering response, reminding him of the time her ex, the Doppelganger, and herself, all decided to make a pit stop to get the word out of his rampage to draw that other symbiote, Venom, out of hiding. It was a fun little stroll down memory lane, and the place was even more destroyed than this too! Bonus!
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Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2016 7:37:29 GMT -7
A metallic click of a gun sounded behind Shriek's head. “Really, Glam Rock? Hitler jokes? Have we really descended to that level of low brow humor?” Deadpool nestled the barrel of his weapon into the woman's thick hair as she was threatening his boss, and pressed the cold muzzle against the nape of her neck with a hidden smirk. “I believe this to be a respectable establishment, madam, with only the highest forms of comedy allowed within its walls. Puns, for example!” Wade eyed Jameson with a slight slump of his shoulders, keeping his firearm trained on the obviously bored, screechy woman with nothing better to do than cause trouble. This whole chaos and mayhem angle was insanely annoying...at least most of his own randomness was motivated by the promise of sweet, sweet money! Any additional trouble was simply a byproduct of earning said money. “Alright boss, you wanna hit up Harlem? We'll hit up Harlem. Just please, let me take care of Janet Leigh here first, or else she's just gonna end up following us the entire time and make things all the more complicated. Probably more hilarious, but definitely with more shenanigans than this stupid job originally described.” He bobbed his head to the side to hurry J.J out towards the door. “Get downstairs. We have a loooooooooooong walk ahead of us.” Deadpool then returned his attention to Shreik with a frown, pressing his gun against her with a raised eyebrow beneath his mask. “So, what? You had nothing better to do? Just show up here randomly just 'cause it might be funny or something? My dear, you have a lot to learn about the fine art of comedy. And unfortunately for you, I'm not in much of a teaching mood right now.”
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Post by Martyr on Dec 24, 2016 8:44:49 GMT -7
"I have news for you and it may come as something of a shock from someone who didn't get an actual job and decided to spend their time robbing and killing innocents, but my life does not revolve around you! I have a newspaper to run, kid. That's where my concentration is. I can't remember every little ungrateful punk that tries to take what isn't theirs. Also, and this is quite important, so I'm going to make it clear, THIS! IS! NEW! YORK! CITY! Do you realize how many costumed freaks we have here, especially those who cut up their mother's old dresses after Spider-Man did? Even if I remembered what you're talking about specifically, the idea that I would remember YOU over ever other trash bag in the city is absurd!"
"All you alien-powered jackasses look alike anyway! Color-coded or not you're just white eyes and jagged teeth. Except you. What the hell is your deal? Is it different with the girls? You know, you terrorists didn't even show up until after SPIDER-MAN HAD HIS DAMNED COSTUME CHANGE! This is HIS FAULT! You are HIS FAULT! THAT WEB-SHOOTING SNARKY LITTLE PEON INSPIRED A WHOLE CITY OF MALADJUSTED MISCREANTS TO THROW ON STUPID COSTUMES AND COMMIT CRIMES! CRIMES IN MY CITY! TAKING AWAY EVERYTHING THE GREATEST CITY ON EARTH HAS WORKED SO LONG AND HARD TO BUILD! WELL IT STOPS HERE DAMMIT! IT STOPS RIGHT! HERE! I AM NOT GOING TO STAND FOR!"
He knew this feeling. He knew what this was. It was not a new thing for him. There was a sudden back pain and a shot in his jaw. The room began to spin. A lot of chest pain. It was a heart attack. Another heart attack. That rat-bastard Spider-Man had caused him yet another trip to the emergency room. J. Jonah Jameson collapsed on the floor after gripping his chest.
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