<div class="floatleft">(http://x.annihil.us/u/prod/marvel/i/mg/8/70/4cd062bc512f0.jpg)</div><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong>       Wade Wilson<br/>  <strong>Title:</strong>          Tarzan... pool.<br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  Apocalypse<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   Jungle, West of Buenos Aires<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong>         Black Cat<br/><br/></span></span><hr/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">     Wade's self-praising grin only widened more at her apparent disgust. For those that knew him, it was no secret that he took pride in having an effect on someone - usually in a bad way. He had zero shame; but I suppose when every inch of your skin is covered in an ugly and grotesque cancerous scar, you don't really worry much about saying the wrong thing. <em>"Cowboy?"</em> <strong>"There's no gold to be found in these parts madam, just swamp, shit, and bricks."</strong> he said in response to her choice of noun, one hand thumbing over his shoulder at the ancient Mayan ruin behind him. <strong>"But it pays well enough."</strong><br/><br/>     She had crossed her arms and taken on a non-threatening stance but her current attire kept him from feeling too comfortable around her. <em>"This Catwoman-wannabe may have a few tricks up her sleeve, careful Wadey."</em> Wilson took a step backwards and slowly drew his Katanas from the sheaths on his back. Given the fact that she didn't know who he was, or what he was doing here... Deadpool could only assumed that she was one of the superhumans Apocalypse wanted brought in. <strong>"The bonuses are nice too."</strong> <br/><br/>     He slid the sleek adamantium blades across each other at an angle, a slight blue spark flaring up before he brought them to the ready. <strong>"The name's Wade - but you can call me Sheriff Sugarlips if you'd like,"</strong> he offered her a wink to go with his terrible one-liner before narrowing his eyes. <strong>"and it looks like I'm gonna need to bring you in for questioning Pussypants."</strong> Even in his ready stance Wilson cocked his red-and-black masked head slightly to the side, <em>"Sheriff Sugarlips?"</em> He shook away the annoyingly over-critical voice and lifted his chin towards the black-clad woman. <strong>"Now we can do this the easy way, or the hard way... but if we do it the hard way, I might cop a feel or two mid-combat - I'm just sayin',"</strong> He shrugged, <strong>"It's lonely out here."</strong><br/></div>