[Well, this is no easy matter, but despite how withdrawn the boy has been from... everyone, really, he needs to make an effort. And one part of that effort is meeting with the man who had almost killed him; another effort... informing Frank Castle about it. Their last chat with regards to someone who was once dangerous to Diarmuid didn't go well. But that was then, and he's trying to be truthful.]
Frank, I've heard you've returned, and I wanted to make sure you're doing well.
And... I had to tell you something, so that you're not upset that I didn't inform you until afterward.
Frank, I've heard you've returned, and I wanted to make sure you're doing well.
And... I had to tell you something, so that you're not upset that I didn't inform you until afterward.
Edited 2019-09-16 04:22 (UTC)
[ he hadn't been sure if diarmuid had known what'd happened to him, but if he didn't, a part of him wasn't sure he wanted to tell him β hypocritical, of course, but then that wasn't anything out of the ordinary with frank. in any case, the journey to recovery was a slow one by frank's standards, the week expanding to what feels more like a month, and he definitely hasn't been in a rush to talk to anyone while he's feeling and sounding as sickly as he is.
but that doesn't mean he'll ignore the call when diarmuid reaches out, even if he tenses a little at receiving it. it isn't just about the death but what came before that, what frank had done to make up for diarmuid's accident. ]
Yeah, I'm β I'm alright. [ not necessarily a lie. he's alive, and recovering in the same timely matter as anyone else who's gone through this week-long process. better than dead.
but it's the second part that worries him. ] What happened?
but that doesn't mean he'll ignore the call when diarmuid reaches out, even if he tenses a little at receiving it. it isn't just about the death but what came before that, what frank had done to make up for diarmuid's accident. ]
Yeah, I'm β I'm alright. [ not necessarily a lie. he's alive, and recovering in the same timely matter as anyone else who's gone through this week-long process. better than dead.
but it's the second part that worries him. ] What happened?
So I've been thinking. I know, I know. Dangerous, right? But just hear me out.
The farmhouse has been in that needs-a-fresh-coat-of-paint stage for a while. Like since the day I first woke up in it while.
What are your feelings on painting it an actual color and not more eggshell or vape cloud or whatever the hell else paints are named these days?
The farmhouse has been in that needs-a-fresh-coat-of-paint stage for a while. Like since the day I first woke up in it while.
What are your feelings on painting it an actual color and not more eggshell or vape cloud or whatever the hell else paints are named these days?
[ he knows he's needed to reach out to wade, but "reaching out" isn't exactly something he's ever been too good at. besides, he knew it'd mean having to explain exactly what's being asked right now. ]
just ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time
just ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time
[ itβs not the first time something clearly not for wynonna has ended up in her basket, but itβs definitely the first time sheβs been inclined to hog it all to herself.
still, as much as she could logistically sit here and polish off three pizzas in one sitting β or, at the very least, get to one and a half by her lonesome β she knows that this has got to be something that has significance for another member of the household, and her first instinct turns to frank. bogie had technically been for him, a truth sheβd discovered the moment sheβd flipped the name tag attached to the puppyβs collar. and judging by the address on these pizza boxes, these slices of heaven belong to a place with a new york state of mind.
so sheβs going on a hunch, but sheβs got a pretty solid theory working when she fires off a text on her fluid, wondering if heβs even in a place to be able to check his device. ]
Does the name Lombardiβs mean anything to you?
still, as much as she could logistically sit here and polish off three pizzas in one sitting β or, at the very least, get to one and a half by her lonesome β she knows that this has got to be something that has significance for another member of the household, and her first instinct turns to frank. bogie had technically been for him, a truth sheβd discovered the moment sheβd flipped the name tag attached to the puppyβs collar. and judging by the address on these pizza boxes, these slices of heaven belong to a place with a new york state of mind.
so sheβs going on a hunch, but sheβs got a pretty solid theory working when she fires off a text on her fluid, wondering if heβs even in a place to be able to check his device. ]
Does the name Lombardiβs mean anything to you?
[ he's been running some extra shifts at the diner these days. the start of the month may have brought about some doom and gloom with the view of the sky and the peculiar exterior setting around the town, but it also did bring in some actual stock and supply back into the local grocery stores and restaurants, including dearly diner itself. for that, he's been putting in extra hours to make sure people are getting their fill, that the local sleepers aren't still starving their asses off from two months of constant shortage.
so it's a few minutes before he takes a break to himself, noticing the message on his fluid. since it's from wynonna, he expects some usual random snark in the text, as she's usually in the habit of doing while he's on his work shifts, but when he reads it, it requires a second and a third read to make sure he understood that right. ]
how the hell do you know about lombardi's?
so it's a few minutes before he takes a break to himself, noticing the message on his fluid. since it's from wynonna, he expects some usual random snark in the text, as she's usually in the habit of doing while he's on his work shifts, but when he reads it, it requires a second and a third read to make sure he understood that right. ]
how the hell do you know about lombardi's?
[Skye is absolutely terrified and not at all prepared for the very real possibility that Wynonna is about to die. Frank is literally their only hope right now.]
Pick up. Pick up.
[Skye says it quietly under her breath.]
Pick up. Pick up.
[Skye says it quietly under her breath.]
[ he's exhausted; he'd assumed the dome would be tricky and a pain to get through, just as much as everything in this town has been, but it's certainly proven to be an escalation of all of it put together. despite his bear-affected skin, he's already managed to get some severe scratches and bites from those creatures, having had to taken a few down while protecting max from them. but he'd overcome it, now trying to catch his breath after the fight.
when he gets the call.
he sees the name on his fluid and he feels the tension in his chest tighten, answering fast. ]
Wynonna?
when he gets the call.
he sees the name on his fluid and he feels the tension in his chest tighten, answering fast. ]
Wynonna?
Edited 2019-10-16 17:57 (UTC)
voice message; un: deadeye (post-Wade Wilson sharing your deets with the network)
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almightythirst
2019-10-29 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
Hey there, Frank Castle?
Name's Jesse McCree. Friend of yours just announced you're in the business of gun safety lessons, and... gotta be honest, not so sure if this is you bein' set up by a buddy, or if you're really goin' for it. That guy's a hoot. But I was doin' the same a while back. The teachin'-how-use-guns part, I mean. When I first got here. Fell out of the saddle after a few months, but I'd like to lend you a hand if you're lookin' for any help on that front. Got a little practice range set up out back of my place you could use.
Anyway, look at me ramblin' on. Give me a call back if any of that sounds good to you.
Name's Jesse McCree. Friend of yours just announced you're in the business of gun safety lessons, and... gotta be honest, not so sure if this is you bein' set up by a buddy, or if you're really goin' for it. That guy's a hoot. But I was doin' the same a while back. The teachin'-how-use-guns part, I mean. When I first got here. Fell out of the saddle after a few months, but I'd like to lend you a hand if you're lookin' for any help on that front. Got a little practice range set up out back of my place you could use.
Anyway, look at me ramblin' on. Give me a call back if any of that sounds good to you.
[ jesus christ.
frank isn't all too fond of attention, so of course, wade's public shout-out of his skills, however much they'd been widely known prior or not, left him a bit uncertain in terms of what the hell kind of messages he'd get in turn.
on the positive, mccree's got a good reputation, if only because wynonna's put in a good word for him, and he tends to trust his girlfriend's judgment on good character (most times).
so, eventually, he returns the call, rather than simply ignoring it. a decent start. ]
Uh, hey. McCree, yeah? Got your message. Wasn't really β Wilson was just dragging out my name, but considering how shit is out here, ain't a bad idea to hold up some lessons. Y'know, if you wanted to do that.
Probably high time I chat with you anyway, since we're apparently neighbors. I'm right on over at Wynonna Earp's place.
frank isn't all too fond of attention, so of course, wade's public shout-out of his skills, however much they'd been widely known prior or not, left him a bit uncertain in terms of what the hell kind of messages he'd get in turn.
on the positive, mccree's got a good reputation, if only because wynonna's put in a good word for him, and he tends to trust his girlfriend's judgment on good character (most times).
so, eventually, he returns the call, rather than simply ignoring it. a decent start. ]
Uh, hey. McCree, yeah? Got your message. Wasn't really β Wilson was just dragging out my name, but considering how shit is out here, ain't a bad idea to hold up some lessons. Y'know, if you wanted to do that.
Probably high time I chat with you anyway, since we're apparently neighbors. I'm right on over at Wynonna Earp's place.
[ Aside from the sore feet she's nursing after dancing too long in her ruby slippers, not to mention a residual bruising in her knuckles from popping Scott Lang in the nose to narrowly avert his vampire bite, Wynonna's gonna choose to chalk up tonight's party as a win β mostly because they're finally back at the farmhouse, staggering upstairs with the completely pure intention of going to bed to sleep.
As someone who habitually forgets to scrub her face clean of any makeup, she remembers to do it tonight, washing off any lingering lipstick or mascara until her skin is glowing pink β and then she quickly unties the ribbons from around her pigtails, giving her hair a firm tousling until it settles back into its loose waves before retreating to the adjoining bedroom and donning one of his old t-shirts for sleeping in.
Of course, she figures Frank is going to take a little longer in there washing off his silver facepaint, but she's not so exhausted that she won't fall asleep in bed before he joins her, turning down the covers and sliding beneath as she wriggles back into a half-lounging position against the pillows. ]
So β [ She briefly stifles a yawn with the back of her hand, raising her voice enough for him to hear her over the sound of running water but not so loud that they might disturb any of the other party-goers who have trudged upstairs to collapse into bed. ] I met Foggy and Matt tonight.
[ Yeah, she's just going to leave that there, a small dig at the fact that he's conveniently forgotten to mention that people from his world have shown up in Deerington all of a sudden. ]
As someone who habitually forgets to scrub her face clean of any makeup, she remembers to do it tonight, washing off any lingering lipstick or mascara until her skin is glowing pink β and then she quickly unties the ribbons from around her pigtails, giving her hair a firm tousling until it settles back into its loose waves before retreating to the adjoining bedroom and donning one of his old t-shirts for sleeping in.
Of course, she figures Frank is going to take a little longer in there washing off his silver facepaint, but she's not so exhausted that she won't fall asleep in bed before he joins her, turning down the covers and sliding beneath as she wriggles back into a half-lounging position against the pillows. ]
So β [ She briefly stifles a yawn with the back of her hand, raising her voice enough for him to hear her over the sound of running water but not so loud that they might disturb any of the other party-goers who have trudged upstairs to collapse into bed. ] I met Foggy and Matt tonight.
[ Yeah, she's just going to leave that there, a small dig at the fact that he's conveniently forgotten to mention that people from his world have shown up in Deerington all of a sudden. ]
[ he's never been so damn anxious to get out of his clothes; he had blatantly told wynonna no about any costumes for the night, not exactly so thrilled about the idea of dressing up in anything aside from his standard attire that might provoke some unwanted commentary from anyone who'd catch him in it. so, of course, when they arrive, he's pushed into an involuntary costume change, face paint included to prevent him from just quickly discarding the garb without looking even worse for it.
still, he tolerates it for those few hours for wynonna's sake, avoiding any sort of dancing or offered foods and liquids, trying to keep sane and sober while she enjoys the varied company for the evening.
but now that he's back at the farmhouse, he's quick to rid himself of the clothes and accessories, ridding himself of a shirt altogether to allow his skin some fresh air after being tucked in that uncomfortable silver nylon as he pulls on a pair of sweats before taking full command of the bathroom to finally wash the sticky, sweaty makeup from his face.
he half expects her to pass out as soon as she hits the bed, but as his palms rubs over his cheeks, rubbing the water hard against his skin, he hears her voice call out from the bedroom, two names on her tongue that he never exactly expected to hear. prompted to a stillness, he lowers his hands, eyes on the mirror before exhaling a sigh. ]
Nelson and Murdock? [ not that he needs to verify; pairing two names can only equate to one particular duo. ]
still, he tolerates it for those few hours for wynonna's sake, avoiding any sort of dancing or offered foods and liquids, trying to keep sane and sober while she enjoys the varied company for the evening.
but now that he's back at the farmhouse, he's quick to rid himself of the clothes and accessories, ridding himself of a shirt altogether to allow his skin some fresh air after being tucked in that uncomfortable silver nylon as he pulls on a pair of sweats before taking full command of the bathroom to finally wash the sticky, sweaty makeup from his face.
he half expects her to pass out as soon as she hits the bed, but as his palms rubs over his cheeks, rubbing the water hard against his skin, he hears her voice call out from the bedroom, two names on her tongue that he never exactly expected to hear. prompted to a stillness, he lowers his hands, eyes on the mirror before exhaling a sigh. ]
Nelson and Murdock? [ not that he needs to verify; pairing two names can only equate to one particular duo. ]
[envelope; left on the front porch sometime on the 15th]
deadboywalking
2019-11-16 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
[the thing about working, even part-time, at a diner in deerington is that there's a lot of down time. time to observe, time to watch your serious, gruff employer and make note of things. who comes by a lot. who he's happiest to see. the people he talks to, the things they say.
when his birthday is.
the envelope is addressed just to "frank", laid carefully on the front mat. inside are several loose pieces of paper -- drawings, carefully rendered, of some important places, some important people (actually a couple of them), and finally some sketches of the birthday boy himself.
on the last drawing (which is a completely different subject) there's a very short note --]
thank you. for everything. happy birthday -- will
when his birthday is.
the envelope is addressed just to "frank", laid carefully on the front mat. inside are several loose pieces of paper -- drawings, carefully rendered, of some important places, some important people (actually a couple of them), and finally some sketches of the birthday boy himself.
on the last drawing (which is a completely different subject) there's a very short note --]
thank you. for everything. happy birthday -- will
Edited (no aesthetic handwriting for me I GUESS) 2019-11-17 01:13 (UTC)
[ jesus christ. sounds easier said than done.
he'd put rules on his own kids before, but they'd been his kids. harder to do that for those conditioned under a different style, especially when there's so damn many of them. ]
i can get the booze under lock and key.
what do you plan to do about those rules? house meeting?
he'd put rules on his own kids before, but they'd been his kids. harder to do that for those conditioned under a different style, especially when there's so damn many of them. ]
i can get the booze under lock and key.
what do you plan to do about those rules? house meeting?
Edited 2019-12-07 12:59 (UTC)
On Christmas morning, in a box on the porch along with Laura and Wynonna's gifts, Frank will find a mug with a tag addressed to him. Inside the mug is a note which reads: This voucher is good for one (1) free drink at Pixie's Booze and Moves! Come and visit sometime, I promise I won't make you sing. - K x
[ Outside Frank's front door is a box, wrapped in red and addressed to Francine from Wade. Inside is a cute lil gift which, upon further inspection, is less cute. ]
[ Thereβs a box wrapped in blue and silver paper and inside is a book and a box of cupcakes. ]
Merry Christmas!
- Chloe
Merry Christmas!
- Chloe
[will's gift to frank comes with wynonna's, a set of two handpainted mugs, with pre-packaged cocoa mix inside. the initials are, of course, "F + W", because someone loves romance.
he's also drawn a pencil sketch of most of their menagerie -- the dog, the cow, the horse -- because he cares about the important things~]
he's also drawn a pencil sketch of most of their menagerie -- the dog, the cow, the horse -- because he cares about the important things~]
[ Frank's is the toughest present to figure out of them all. What do you give to a sort-of-dad that you actually like, who's tough as shit and doesn't seem to need anything? What even are dads, really? How do you convey the feeling of being really grateful that you got someone around who is almost exactly like what you imagine a dad should be, that might even heal some of the resentment you feel towards the dad figures you got back home? Someone who, perhaps without knowing it, has repaired a young man's view of male adults in general and such a short amount of time, at that?
In the end, Cliff settles for this. It's not great, but it's something. ]
In the end, Cliff settles for this. It's not great, but it's something. ]
text | un: fuzzyelf - let's say sometime around the 6th
suchmiracles
2020-02-10 09:27 pm (UTC)(link)
frank
where are you
where are you
Edited 2020-02-10 21:28 (UTC)
[ he's not doing great necessarily, but he's better these days. better than he was, or at least better enough to actually pay attention his fluid again, having ignored days of messages while he'd been coping with that colossal loss. ]
kurt
[ that's good. he's alive. ]
call me up bud
just let me know it's you
[ because you never know in this place. ]
kurt
[ that's good. he's alive. ]
call me up bud
just let me know it's you
[ because you never know in this place. ]
hey
its eliot
I just wanted to see how you're doing
[ Since. You know. The last time they crossed paths, Frank was a bit of a wreck. ]
its eliot
I just wanted to see how you're doing
[ Since. You know. The last time they crossed paths, Frank was a bit of a wreck. ]
[ Springβs officially sprung and with it comes the return of rain to this town β as in a shit-ton of the stuff. The storms roll in hard and fast and usually without any warning at all, and once they start itβs really just a matter of waiting for it to stop, because visibility becomes a nonexistent thing and itβs definitely not safe to attempt a drive.
Itβs another one of these deluges that leads to the two of them being briefly trapped inside the truck; sheβd taken an afternoon shift at the bar this time around and dropped by the diner to wait for him to wrap up so they could head back to the farmhouse together. It turns out their timing couldnβt be worse because the skies open up practically the second she gets the car door shut and it doesnβt take long for the rain to start coming down in sheets, barely anything beyond the front of the truck visible even with the wipers on as high as theyβll go, and one shared look between them clues her into the fact they both know: theyβre not going anywhere for now.
Thereβs only one other place besides back into the diner for them to wait it out, and she knows he keeps an extra set of keys on him to his old place, but pulling up to the building at a slow crawl gives her time to realize thereβs nothing resembling an umbrella in this damn truck and theyβre both going to have to make a run for it. ] Race ya.
[ She flashes a broad grin in his direction and then throws open the door with a cry, darting out into the storm; almost instantly, sheβs soaked from head to toe, jacket heavy on her frame and hair plastered to the sides of her face, and she runs at full tilt to the front door leading into the main lobby even if she can barely see where sheβs going. By the time she stumbles inside sheβs laughing, giddy with the rush of it, swiping a hand over her face to sweep her hair clear and glancing around to see where heβs ended up. ] Think that mightβve been a tie?
Itβs another one of these deluges that leads to the two of them being briefly trapped inside the truck; sheβd taken an afternoon shift at the bar this time around and dropped by the diner to wait for him to wrap up so they could head back to the farmhouse together. It turns out their timing couldnβt be worse because the skies open up practically the second she gets the car door shut and it doesnβt take long for the rain to start coming down in sheets, barely anything beyond the front of the truck visible even with the wipers on as high as theyβll go, and one shared look between them clues her into the fact they both know: theyβre not going anywhere for now.
Thereβs only one other place besides back into the diner for them to wait it out, and she knows he keeps an extra set of keys on him to his old place, but pulling up to the building at a slow crawl gives her time to realize thereβs nothing resembling an umbrella in this damn truck and theyβre both going to have to make a run for it. ] Race ya.
[ She flashes a broad grin in his direction and then throws open the door with a cry, darting out into the storm; almost instantly, sheβs soaked from head to toe, jacket heavy on her frame and hair plastered to the sides of her face, and she runs at full tilt to the front door leading into the main lobby even if she can barely see where sheβs going. By the time she stumbles inside sheβs laughing, giddy with the rush of it, swiping a hand over her face to sweep her hair clear and glancing around to see where heβs ended up. ] Think that mightβve been a tie?
[ it's hard to tell if the weather's suspicious, or if it's just normal old rain, since the town is always making sure to keep everyone on their toes with every coming month. the advantage here is that sometimes there's the calm before the storm, so to speak, where things actually stay still for a while before they go completely to shit, so while the weather has taken a drastic turn from the overwhelming warmth in march, it just seems like a natural shift of the clouds.
his old apartment has its uses, just as it does now, proving to be a much shorter distance than the farmhouse all the way on the other side of town; with the rain as heavy as it is, even the windshield wipers can't keep up in maintaining a clear view, which means settling with an alternate location until it all settles.
of course, by the time he gets there, wynonna's already gone before he even has the chance to give his usual expression of pouting lips, muttering a jesus as she rushes out and screams. he watches her for a short while as she charges through, not in any rush himself to partake in her self-assigned race. eventually, though, he'll do a quick count in his head before he opens the truck door, doing a quick dash to the door to get inside.
there's no escaping getting soaked, but he's actually glad he'd settled for a cut recently, short hairs on his head and his chin not soaking up as much of the water as it would have had he kept the extensive beard and dark curled locks. the same can't be said for wynonna's mane now saddened to flatness across her shoulders, and he reaches out, assisting in tucking back those damp strands. ] I don't know. Think you're looking the loser here.
his old apartment has its uses, just as it does now, proving to be a much shorter distance than the farmhouse all the way on the other side of town; with the rain as heavy as it is, even the windshield wipers can't keep up in maintaining a clear view, which means settling with an alternate location until it all settles.
of course, by the time he gets there, wynonna's already gone before he even has the chance to give his usual expression of pouting lips, muttering a jesus as she rushes out and screams. he watches her for a short while as she charges through, not in any rush himself to partake in her self-assigned race. eventually, though, he'll do a quick count in his head before he opens the truck door, doing a quick dash to the door to get inside.
there's no escaping getting soaked, but he's actually glad he'd settled for a cut recently, short hairs on his head and his chin not soaking up as much of the water as it would have had he kept the extensive beard and dark curled locks. the same can't be said for wynonna's mane now saddened to flatness across her shoulders, and he reaches out, assisting in tucking back those damp strands. ] I don't know. Think you're looking the loser here.
hey babe
can you grab like
ten pints of rocky road at the store
can you grab like
ten pints of rocky road at the store
[ It's the second in the series. Frank is spared the booty (sorry Frank), but he does get a slightly steamy (literally) mirror selfie of Kurt in the bathroom, one hand behind his head ruffling up his damp curls and grinning, definitely not wearing anything, though the image cuts off just above his hips. ]
Come dry me off?
Come dry me off?
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