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riverviewlogs2017-10-15 11:13 am
scoutsniper) wrote in riverviewlogs2017-10-15 11:13 am
Running montage of Johnny Cash
who: Frank Castle and YOU!
what: Getting to know the lay of the land here, and probably getting into trouble
when: October 15-20
where: Various points in the city
warnings: Pre-emptive warning for Frank's alpha male bullshit.
i MEMORY SHARE
[It's fast, but dark, a long hallway with off-green lighting, and it hurts to move--each step with the left foot sends a squishing stab of pain, knuckles already bruised and raw, but still aiming at bodies, running up.
A gun in the hand, aiming to kill, and then another flare of pain, the gun knocked out, hand against the wall, and then anger. Because they deserve it. For what they did to you, for what they did to your city. They hurt you, but that doesn't matter, you can hurt them back, and you can never hurt them enough.]
ii On the roof of the main housing building
[No one ever looks up. He learned that years ago, in the Marines. No one ever looks up. If you're above eye level, you're basically goddam invisible.
He wants to be invisible, right now, till he learns this place. It wasn't the first time he'd been dropped in the middle of foreign, hostile territory. He knew what to do--stay quiet, stay high, learn the place, day and night.
He's patient. He has a thermos of coffee, pouring himself a cup when he needs it, mostly just watching, moving from corner to corner to cover the whole view.]
iiiPerimeter Guard
[At least they gave him a job. Something he could do. He wasn't sure about working with a team--not again. Not after finding how deep Schoonover had gotten his hooks into the other Marines, men who, at one time, had been good men.
But it has a range, and that, at least, is something almost comforting, something he's good at. He'll start with the pistols, sending rounds down range with a speed that shows he's either really that damn good, or he 's working through some serious anger issues. Or both. Probably both.]
iv The Streets
[He does get to ground level from time to time, roaming the dark alleys at night. Because that's where bad people go, and that's who he hunts. So if he sees anyone, especially anyone looking shady, he'll confront them. ]
The hell are you doing here?
v Wildcard me!
what: Getting to know the lay of the land here, and probably getting into trouble
when: October 15-20
where: Various points in the city
warnings: Pre-emptive warning for Frank's alpha male bullshit.
i MEMORY SHARE
[It's fast, but dark, a long hallway with off-green lighting, and it hurts to move--each step with the left foot sends a squishing stab of pain, knuckles already bruised and raw, but still aiming at bodies, running up.
A gun in the hand, aiming to kill, and then another flare of pain, the gun knocked out, hand against the wall, and then anger. Because they deserve it. For what they did to you, for what they did to your city. They hurt you, but that doesn't matter, you can hurt them back, and you can never hurt them enough.]
ii On the roof of the main housing building
[No one ever looks up. He learned that years ago, in the Marines. No one ever looks up. If you're above eye level, you're basically goddam invisible.
He wants to be invisible, right now, till he learns this place. It wasn't the first time he'd been dropped in the middle of foreign, hostile territory. He knew what to do--stay quiet, stay high, learn the place, day and night.
He's patient. He has a thermos of coffee, pouring himself a cup when he needs it, mostly just watching, moving from corner to corner to cover the whole view.]
iiiPerimeter Guard
[At least they gave him a job. Something he could do. He wasn't sure about working with a team--not again. Not after finding how deep Schoonover had gotten his hooks into the other Marines, men who, at one time, had been good men.
But it has a range, and that, at least, is something almost comforting, something he's good at. He'll start with the pistols, sending rounds down range with a speed that shows he's either really that damn good, or he 's working through some serious anger issues. Or both. Probably both.]
iv The Streets
[He does get to ground level from time to time, roaming the dark alleys at night. Because that's where bad people go, and that's who he hunts. So if he sees anyone, especially anyone looking shady, he'll confront them. ]
The hell are you doing here?
v Wildcard me!
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[The signs, he'd think, would be obvious. The roof. The gun. The pleasant personality.]
Why the hell do you think we're 'friends'? I thought doctors were supposed to be smart or some shit.
no subject
I'm sorry. Pardon me if I have offended thee with my usage of "friend". Clearly, friendship is not magic.
no subject
You'd apparently know, Dr Sorceror.
Just trying to figure out why you think I need someone to talk to. [Up here. On the roof. ALONE.]
no subject
Dr. Strange, actually. Stephen Strange.
[ He gives a nod and doesn't offer his hand because he doesn't really offer it to anyone. Still a tender subject. He unattaches his cloak and lets it float where it wants to. He shrugs, walking over to the edge to look over. ]
Why not? It's like the song goes "everybody needs somebody".
[ He will resist the urge to name who and what date it came out. #oldhabits ]
no subject
What, exactly, you think I need to talk about? You some kind of shrink?
no subject
No. Just a Neurosurgeon from New York.
[ He looks back out at the view of the quarantine. ]
Though I wouldn't mind knowing why you're up here. Is this how you people watch?
[ Since they ruled out the other possibilities. ]
no subject
[Which he already isn't in love with. But if he wants this guy to go away, giving him what he wants might be the best option. ]
How you learn how a place works: sit up high. Watch it unfold. Learn the rules, the movements.
no subject
He makes a face at that, however, turning back to Frank. ]
That sounds so... boring. You'll only learn about your environment if you interact with it. Observation will only get you so far.
no subject
[Or whatever sage guru name of your choice.]
You walk across a field, first thing you do is make sure there are no goddam landmines. Because that's a real shitty way of 'interacting with your environment.'
no subject
Yeah, and just watching the dirt will make it reveal its secrets to you.
Look, this isn't a war zone. You don't have to treat it like that.
no subject
[He's just being contrary, there.]
Besides, people aren't dirt.
And jury's still out on what this place is. [And what weirdos like you are, while we're at it.]
no subject
No, jury is in and this place is safe.
[ He points out beyond the perimeter, ]
It's what's out there that you have to worry about.
no subject
Oh, thank god. For a moment there, I thought you were gonna give me some crap about how it's what's in my heart or some shit that's the problem.
no subject
Hey, the night is young. There's still time for me to do that.
no subject
Jesus, what'd I do to get the pleasure of your company for a whole night? Most people charge for that kind of shit.