06-21-2017, 09:26 AM
The two men scoured the lobby, guns raised and at the ready. The soiled shag carpet near the concierge desk crunched underfoot. The burly sergeant wondered if the sound came from trampling broken glass, debris, or bugs. The lobby was empty and offered nothing helpful to the pair, so they opted to dive deeper into the belly of the dilapidated resort.
As they crept along the hallway and down towards the first floor ballroom, they suddenly spied a discarded push cart standing inexplicably amidst the delict surroundings. A silver domed bowl covered a porcelain plate. Flatware was arranged neatly alongside.
“Pimp-C, I knew you rode in style, but to imagine, a guy like you can even get room service in a dump like this,” Deadpool joked.
The hefty cop lumbered to the push cart and lifted up the domed bowl, revealing the latest item drop from Karl. Mad Bull tucked the curious object in his pocket. He turned, eager to share the good news with his partner, but the hallway had become suspiciously empty, with only the stink of burnt O-zone hinting that something was amiss. The policeman pulled back the hammer of his revolver and cautiously began sweeping the adjacent offices.
Boop! Boop! Boop!
The electronic device in his supply bag began to chime, indicating an alert. The inexperienced tech user fumbled with the gizmo for a second until he finally managed to view the booping message.
“Deadpool has entered the coliseum!” the little tablet shouted in bright eye catching font.
The policeman grunted and relaxed his weapon. “So that's what happened. I was about to guess a UFO took him back to his home planet. Ah well! Best of luck to that kook...” he thought before smiling vaguely for his new friend. “...but I don't think he'll need it.”
Mad Bull glanced tentatively around the next corner and was suddenly brought back to reality. With Deadpool now gone, it was to dangerous to stay in the area alone for any longer. It was time to move swiftly in search of safer lodging.
As they crept along the hallway and down towards the first floor ballroom, they suddenly spied a discarded push cart standing inexplicably amidst the delict surroundings. A silver domed bowl covered a porcelain plate. Flatware was arranged neatly alongside.
“Pimp-C, I knew you rode in style, but to imagine, a guy like you can even get room service in a dump like this,” Deadpool joked.
The hefty cop lumbered to the push cart and lifted up the domed bowl, revealing the latest item drop from Karl. Mad Bull tucked the curious object in his pocket. He turned, eager to share the good news with his partner, but the hallway had become suspiciously empty, with only the stink of burnt O-zone hinting that something was amiss. The policeman pulled back the hammer of his revolver and cautiously began sweeping the adjacent offices.
Boop! Boop! Boop!
The electronic device in his supply bag began to chime, indicating an alert. The inexperienced tech user fumbled with the gizmo for a second until he finally managed to view the booping message.
“Deadpool has entered the coliseum!” the little tablet shouted in bright eye catching font.
The policeman grunted and relaxed his weapon. “So that's what happened. I was about to guess a UFO took him back to his home planet. Ah well! Best of luck to that kook...” he thought before smiling vaguely for his new friend. “...but I don't think he'll need it.”
Mad Bull glanced tentatively around the next corner and was suddenly brought back to reality. With Deadpool now gone, it was to dangerous to stay in the area alone for any longer. It was time to move swiftly in search of safer lodging.
Quote:Mad Bull moving from D2 to D3