riverviewlogs | 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?

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[ Matt huffs ironic laughter, short and without humor as he shakes his head. ]

You always going to be looking for something to shoot down?

[ He chooses to ignore his own hypocrisy, ignoring that he happens to also be a man looking for a purpose, for something to fuel his blood and put him on the path of something he feels needs to be done.

This isn't Hell's Kitchen; he doesn't need to be on these rooftops. So why is he here? ]

You got the wrong man, Red.

[He holds his hands out wide: thermos. cup. No gun. ] Maybe I've gone straight. Maybe I'm only going to bruise my knuckles on the bad shit that does on around here.

[Or, more likely, he hasn't yet found a gun he trusts.]

[ Maybe Matt's the one looking for the excuse. An excuse to fight, an excuse to crack the skin on his fingers again, to remind him that he could bleed, that he's alive. Maybe he's the dangerous one now — Be careful of the Murdock boys. They got the devil in them.

He doesn't respond immediately; Frank doesn't need to hold anything up for Matt to know. The only gunpowder he smells is the one that practically soaked itself into Frank's skin overtime, not sensing the volume of any gun barrels in the vicinity. ]

You sound pretty alright with that.

[He gives a bitter laugh.]

I'm not alright with any of this shit. Just no one here yet that's pissed me off enough.

[Okay, that wasn't true and not true--he doesn't enjoy what he does, but he's not some psychopath with a goddam urge or hunger to do it. When someone needs killing, he'll do it.]

[ If he's not alright, then it sounds like Frank would really have some dealings with the people who'd brought him here in the first place. But Matt doesn't plan to ignite any of those ideas in his mind if he's playing nice. ]

Then I guess we should keep it that way. For both of our sakes.

[ Because he doesn't want to fight Frank, especially not when he doesn't want to take up the mantle of fighting in the darkness of Daredevil ever again. But if he had to — Matt wasn't sure what kind of hesitance he'd have. ]

Not sure how much say either of us have in any of that, any more than we had say in being brought here.

[Which means...he's waiting. Maybe they'll underestimate him, finally, see him as nothing more than a normal Perimeter Guard. ]

Doesn't mean I'm going to let people shit on other people here. [Hence, the roof, the timing...]

So, is that what you're doing here now, Frank? Playing hero on watch? [ He huffs a noise of amusement, shaking his head. ] Almost starting to sound like me.

[ More like him than he is, as of late. It's been too long since Matt had even put on the costume, not even letting himself wear the signature one for fear of falling into old habits again. ]

Difference is, I don't fool myself into thinking I'm a hero. [Well, and their methods are different. ]

You ever wonder why they lodge us all together like this?

Running montage of Johnny Cash

i can't believe i lost this notif

just temporarily misplaced

red will always come back to you, frank

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