Deadly Occupation (Deadpool)

[Lex Luthor]

Lex walks down the lamp-lit street in the dead of night, with a folded piece of paper in his hand. The silence is piercing, this is Park Ridge after all, somewhere in-between luxury and filth.

"Strange how a man of such raw talent would be tucked away in a dump like this." Lex mutters to himself.

Lex had been trying to find a personal assassin to fit his...morals. So far all of his assassins have been of little to no use, unfortunately. He's sure he's made the right decision this time though, with a certain Wade Wilson.

He unfolds the piece of paper in his hand. "203 West Lane, Apartment #60". he recites. Lex crumples up the piece of paper, throws it in the grass, and opens the rickety door which leads to a sea of apartment doors, and a stairwell at the end which says Apartments 30-60 Upstairs. He makes his way up the stairs, and down the uppermost hallway, which is empty besides 1 door which reads 60, and appears to be either in renovation, or un-kept.

Lex knocks on the door anxiously. Knock Knock.

[Deadpool]

Metropolis. NOT New York. A different place for one such as Wade Wilson, but he was one to enjoy some good R&R time to time. Plus he needed to get an idea as to how the place is all laid out. For now, he was at his newest apartment. A bit run down, but nothing a little Wade can't pull off. He was sitting in a lovely lounge chair he borrowed form the neighbor who is on vacation for the month. Would be a shame to waste a good seat for one month.

All suited up and sitting nice and cozy, Wade waited upon the arrival of a supposed rich dude. Something like that. Wade sat in his new seat all excited. A small TV Provided by the neighbor's as well. Things were comfortable only to that of Wade. There was no other seat for others. The others being the incoming guest.

Yes. Sad.

Wade is still learning how to be a good host. But it's kinda hard when you have to move every time you finish a tough job or five. He sat in his seat and fiddled with the remote. His head tilted as the clouded eyes in his mask squinted, trying to get a better picture of the size of the screen. "Damn I really miss that big screen." He sighed to himself as he leaned on his hand in wait.

Finally.

Knock Knock.

Wade muted the TV show called "Psych" And rushed to the door, knowing who the man behind the door nob would be. He opened it up, fully suited as he gave a stare to the bald man. "Hellooo?" He asked in an annoying yet curious tone.

[Lex Luthor]

After knocking, Lex heard faint rumbling in the apartment as he waited in the hallway. He glances up, a few tiny pebbles fall from the ceiling and land near Lex, and he quickly steps aside and wipes the shoulder of his charcoal suit.

The door opens quickly making a loud creaking noise, and a man in a red skin-tight outfit opens the door.

"Well hello there, you must be Wade, I see your files are quite accurate. I hear you're rarely seen in public unless fully suited." Lex looks him up and down. "I have a business proposition for you, but i'm sure you already knew that...so let's talk inside, shall we?" Lex smoothly brisks through the front door before waiting for an invitation, passing Wade, and scanning the contents of his apartment. "I noticed you have quite an extensive resume, and I know a good prospect when I see one. Such a long and painful road you have taken, but such a masterpiece that has emerged from it."

Lex makes his way towards the center window on the wall and peers down at the alleyway. "So...down to business. You have something that I need, and I have something that you need. I need someone with talent in combat, someone with style, someone apathetic, someone who enjoys what they do, and that someone is you, Wade."

Lex turns away from the window and looks at Wade. "If you work for me, Lex Luthor, not only will you be protected from the Keene Act, but I can supply you with the most advanced and up-to-date weaponry at your whim. Also, you'll have your own place at St.Martin's Island, home to the rich and famous of Metropolis, where you won't be bothered, and you won't bring any attention to yourself and your new toys. I will spare no expense for you."

Lex puts his hands in his pockets, and grins. "You really have nothing to lose my friend. All you need to do is follow my orders, no matter how big or small, but i'm confident you can handle them."

"So, what do you say?"

[Deadpool]

Before much silence, the bald man spoke up, talking about him, his offer and making his way inside quite quickly. Wade stood back and let the man do as he pleased, only to stare with wide eyes. "Ah. Way to make yourself at home. Sure." Wade sighed to himself and closed the door nice and quick before turning to the bald gentleman.

The man began to chat on about the job and whatnot. Wade continued to listen...to the best of his ability. The man used a lot of big words. Or maybe it was the way he talked? Whatever.. This was interesting. he continued to ear in only to hear that all of what he had said was indeed true. "Yep yep! I get the job done weather I want to or not..!" He then paused. "Wait..." He placed some fingers to his mouth before speaking up again. "I just know how to get the job done...yes." He answered with a nod. Totally ruining the mood for a brief moment.

Remaining silent for a small moment, Lex spoke up more on the situation, being as serious as Norman had been in the past. Maybe even serious...er. Suddenly, the words coming from Lex's mouth were starting to make sense. His eyes began to widen as he began to hear the offers of said job.

All he had to do was follow orders...

That was one of his traits he had not fully mastered. Following people wasn't his thing. It was like ADD or something. He lost track and does his own thing. leads himself half the time. In ways he gets jobs done in less then half the time. He rubbed his masked chin as he thought on this. "Well...Lex...Luthor, you drive a hard and interesting bargain!" Wade stated loudly. And to live somewhere else that wasn't such a dump AND to have all the weapons he ever needed. He could blow Bullseye waaaay outta the water. He chuckled lightly then nodded, offering his hand to the man.

"Had to think on it, but you got yourself a Merc with a Mouth!" He smiled widely under his mask as he was rather pleased to have made a good deal with someone who was on the decent side of things. He was paying him all too well, and he hadn't even started yet.

Lovely.

[Lex Luthor]

Lex waits patiently next to the window until Wade answers. Lex looks to his left at the small TV which is muted, playing a show called "24" now.

Part of him is wondering, though, if this is in-fact the same Wade who broke out of the infamous Hospice Facility, the individual known as Deadpool. He doesn't seem nearly as grungy and foreboding as he had pictured him. "Excellent!" Lex exclaims. He moves towards the door to the hallway and places his hand on it. "One last thing though before I leave..." Lex turns around.

"Could you tell me more about the Hospice Facility you spent some time in?"