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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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What branch were you with? [It's casual, but also gently probing, even if she knows it's a risk, because it's a question she doesn't really want to field in return. She's guessing he's a vet, though she doesn't have enough pieces aside from appearance to really judge- and she knows how misleading that can be.]
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Fifteen years. [He tilts his head at her, asking for some information in return. That's how it works. ]
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In my world, there was an extra-governmental organization that handled threats that the military wasn't exactly equipped for. I worked with them until things went to Hell.
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[Too often, really. Yazidi girls who were badass, fighting for themselves and their people, Kurdish women snipers. ]
Hard to imagine things getting worse from that.
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Turns out, the people I was working for weren't what I thought. I thought they wanted to protect people, turns out they just wanted control. And the people they couldn't control... well.
[If he'd picked up any of the news about the Hydra takeover of SHIELD, the narrative might make for an odd parallel.]
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Learned that the hard way, too. People get power, and all they want is...more of it.
Mine at least made it personal. [Schoonover would have been fine with losing all the drugs, if Frank had burned to death with it.]
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Well, starts to feel pretty personal when people want to throw you in a box. [When the helicarriers had come down, the Academy had been attacked, and they'd come for her. It's still a mix of guilt and anger for her.]
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