[ You're a half-measure! You're one bad day away from being me! One batch. Two batch. Penny and dime. One batch. Two batch. Penny and dime. One batch. Two batch. Penny and dime.
When Frank comes to he could swear he heard children's laughter. One batch. Two batch. Penny and dime. He blinks away the fog and throws his blankets off. He doesn't even wait to see a doctor. Doesn't wait to hear from a nurse. He doesn't have time. He never does. His muscles strain and pull tight as he grabs the clipboard in the slot at the front of his bed. He squints. A bullet. A bullet to the head followed by severe trauma to the body. He tries his hardest to bring the memory back, but nothing happens.
He drops the chart and immediately moves to leave. He can't stay here. Doesn't feel safe. Doesn't feel secure. People can get to you in hospitals. Frank moves. Frank moves and he moves fast despite feeling like this. He cuts through the areas with the least amount of nurses and orderlies. He's quick. He doesn't stop. Not even when an orderly stops him on the way out. Frank does the logical thing. He headbutts the man and he keeps going. Hospital gown flapping in the breeze.
Takes a bunch of wandering before he realizes that he's not walking out of here. He's not getting far. He finds clothes at the sheriff's station after his second day and this lets him move a little quicker through people and the town. Trying to jog memories back and remind himself that no one is after him. Well, maybe someone might be. He did headbutt an orderly. ]
race fans
cw: child death and attempted suicide.
[ He's here because the longer he moves the more his memories come back. The more comfortable he feels. Things are less hazy and he's less agitated. He's less likely to headbutt someone, but if you touch him there might be something a little less friendly in store for you. Except for women. Frank seems to have an uncanny calmness around the opposite sex. But he looks for someone among the crowds of people. He looks for her. Dark hair. Probably making fun of someone. But he looks for her. Hunts for her.
What Frank can recall so far is that his life wasn't perfect. It wasn't even together. He remembers two children. His children. Gone. They've been gone. For a long time. Died six months after they were brought into this world. Died in a car wreck along with their mother. Frank wasn't there. Not at the time. He was overseas. Trying to finish up the last leg of his tour when it happened.
After that came the alcohol. The alcohol and the punishment. He tried to kill himself. Rope broke. The rope fucking broke. Maybe it wasn't his time. After the punishment came her. Dark hair. Blue eyes. Younger than him. Teased him for his haircut. Called him an old man. But he married her all the same. Married her because she made him smile and that was all Frank needed. He finds himself looking for her in the crowds. Hunting for her. ]
frank castle | daredevil
[ You're a half-measure! You're one bad day away from being me! One batch. Two batch. Penny and dime. One batch. Two batch. Penny and dime. One batch. Two batch. Penny and dime.
When Frank comes to he could swear he heard children's laughter. One batch. Two batch. Penny and dime. He blinks away the fog and throws his blankets off. He doesn't even wait to see a doctor. Doesn't wait to hear from a nurse. He doesn't have time. He never does. His muscles strain and pull tight as he grabs the clipboard in the slot at the front of his bed. He squints. A bullet. A bullet to the head followed by severe trauma to the body. He tries his hardest to bring the memory back, but nothing happens.
He drops the chart and immediately moves to leave. He can't stay here. Doesn't feel safe. Doesn't feel secure. People can get to you in hospitals. Frank moves. Frank moves and he moves fast despite feeling like this. He cuts through the areas with the least amount of nurses and orderlies. He's quick. He doesn't stop. Not even when an orderly stops him on the way out. Frank does the logical thing. He headbutts the man and he keeps going. Hospital gown flapping in the breeze.
Takes a bunch of wandering before he realizes that he's not walking out of here. He's not getting far. He finds clothes at the sheriff's station after his second day and this lets him move a little quicker through people and the town. Trying to jog memories back and remind himself that no one is after him. Well, maybe someone might be. He did headbutt an orderly. ]
race fans
cw: child death and attempted suicide.
[ He's here because the longer he moves the more his memories come back. The more comfortable he feels. Things are less hazy and he's less agitated. He's less likely to headbutt someone, but if you touch him there might be something a little less friendly in store for you. Except for women. Frank seems to have an uncanny calmness around the opposite sex. But he looks for someone among the crowds of people. He looks for her. Dark hair. Probably making fun of someone. But he looks for her. Hunts for her.
What Frank can recall so far is that his life wasn't perfect. It wasn't even together. He remembers two children. His children. Gone. They've been gone. For a long time. Died six months after they were brought into this world. Died in a car wreck along with their mother. Frank wasn't there. Not at the time. He was overseas. Trying to finish up the last leg of his tour when it happened.
After that came the alcohol. The alcohol and the punishment. He tried to kill himself. Rope broke. The rope fucking broke. Maybe it wasn't his time. After the punishment came her. Dark hair. Blue eyes. Younger than him. Teased him for his haircut. Called him an old man. But he married her all the same. Married her because she made him smile and that was all Frank needed. He finds himself looking for her in the crowds. Hunting for her. ]
where're my answers?
Decent place to get a drink?