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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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[Plus, he's not a real nice guy.]
Most of it's outside the walls. Big monsters. Tentacles, half invisible, shit like that. One threw me around like I was a doll. [What it could do to someone like her...?] Doesn't mean some of it can't get in here, though.
no subject
[She sticks her gum on the wall as she talks.
this little shit]
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I can handle myself. Plus, no one wants to traffic me for goddam kinky fetish videos.
[Too old, too male, too hairy, you name it.]
But thanks for your concern.
no subject
But she can see he's just one of those Logan types, to some degree.]
Until you're thrown around like a doll.
[And yeah, maybe she sized him up, figuring up the quickest way to kill him if he were to try anything stupid. She doesn't try to kill, not anymore... but she does keep it in mind. She may not be a weapon, but she can use weapons. Maybe that's a way to get him off her case.]
I know self-defense.
no subject
[Frank Castle can take a hell of a beating and still win. And for the record, young lady, he's been sized up before. ]
You think you can take me or something? [ He almost sounds amused.]
no subject
Sí.
no subject
[Sorry about the laugh. He needs one.]
Well, little asskicker, you wanna declare a truce so I can keep some of my dignity?
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But it's better than another adult who wants to have her put down.
Small victories.]
A -- truce. [She's mauling it over, looking skeptically at him. Now that her sniffing is done:] That means keeping your guns away, yes? I don't like them. Or getting shot.
[It's messy and uncomfortable.]
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I promise. I won't shoot you.
Someone trying to kill you, though? All bets are off.
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He doesn't even know her. But she won't question it; better than alternatives.]
You can only do that if I don't put them down first.
[Because the moment someone tries to murder her, all bets are off.
She'll keep her promise to her father, but she won't go down easy.
Maybe she'll be nice and lop off an arm instead of taking someone's life, you know?]