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𝘚𝘒𝘜𝘓𝘓𝘊𝘏𝘌𝘚𝘛. 𝗮 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗱𝘆 𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗼𝘄, 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗲.
a private & highly selective roleplay blog for 𝙵𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙺 𝙲𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙻𝙴 𝙰𝚂 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙋𝙐𝙉𝙄𝙎𝙃𝙀𝙍. as told by ANNIKA. 25+. influenced by show, comics, and headcanons. activity is low and slow. uses beta editor!
This blog is SUPER slow, just and FYI.
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𝘍𝘙𝘈𝘕𝘒 𝘊𝘈𝘚𝘛𝘓𝘌 𝘈𝘚 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘗𝘜𝘕𝘐𝘚𝘏𝘌𝘙. as told by annika. 25+
It wasn’t much, but…well, one could say that about a lot of the places in New York. Didn’t have to be pretty, because it was home. Well, as much as anything was home these days. Molly took Frank through the back entrance–even if her neighbors weren’t likely to rat them out to the cops in this neighborhood, she didn’t want to take the chance.
She ushered him into the small apartment, quickly shutting the door behind him. The apartment was laid out in almost a singular space–bed hidden behind a screen, miniature kitchen off in the corner. She still had a few moving boxes to unpack in the sitting space, and on both the coffee and dining tables were books, blueprints, polaroids and other items she used for both her day and night jobs.
Molly could feel the change in Frank. He still looked like a wild thing, but he didn’t seem to be as…murderous. “Here, ah…” She cleared one of the chairs of clothes, and deposited them onto her bed instead. “The bathroom’s just around the corner there. I’ll see if I can grab a towel and, like…something for you to change into. That shirt’s probably toast, man–is any of that yours?” Molly paused in her movements, frowning. “The blood. Did they get you?”
A QUICK GLANCE, NOTHING MORE. Frank didn’t bother committing Molly’s place to memory. It was messy and unkempt. She owned more possessions than he did, but Castle assumed that would always be the case. Material things didn’t matter. At least, not outside weapons and tactical gear.
Eyes dropped to the vacant seat, contemplating sitting. But Frank didn’t want to ruin the fabric so he stood.
Shoulders shrugged at the question. “Probably a mixture of both.” He’d find out once his clothes were stripped and he could take a shower. The direction he looked now before shuffling down the hall. He tossed a ‘thanks’ over his shoulder before he shut the door.
Shirt was trashed, his pants stained but wearable. He doubted Molly wanted him moping about in his underwear while his clothes were washed. And, well, he could wear wet jeans. Not ideal but nothing ever was.
Frank focused on scrubbing his jeans as best he could before hopping in the shower himself. The water was scalding and he tried not to take too long. It was heavenly, though, cleaning himself of dirt, sweat, and blood. His skin was pink and raw, some slashes across his ribs and thighs. Nothing an oversized band aid wouldn't fix. No sense stitching when it didn’t need to be done.
Once he toweled off, Frank shrugged his jeans back one and hung up his towels. Skin was still pink and red but better than before. At least it wasn’t with blood.
Walking back into the living room, he searched for Molly. “If you got gauze, I can fix myself up.”
Nodding in return was her only other reply. From there, she turned and began the walk back to her apartment building. She was quiet the entire time, hands shoved into pockets as she worked on coming back to the present. Where that scene didn’t replay over and over again in her mind.
She looked up at him, lips pressed tight together. “Just like that, yeah?” Ophelia asked softly before sighing. “Yeah… do my best. Thanks for uh… seeing me back here.”
She pulled out her keys from her pocket, looking down at them briefly before back up at him. “Do you, do you want a drink or… do you just want to go back to yours?”
IT WAS ALWAYS BETTER to keep his distance. Frank reminded himself of that now. No sense getting involved with anyone because they’d end up hurt and he’d have a broken heart. So he did the proper thing and shook his head. “No, I’m fine.” After a beat, he added. “Thanks, though.”
Hands shoved in his pockets as Castle turned to leave. He heard the jingle of keys before he paused and turned around. “If you need anything, ask Karen how to reach me.” The less who knew about him or how to contact him the better. He already had so many pushy people scrambling for his attention.
Nodding his head, Castle bit Ophelia good night before he trudged back to his apartment.
He had a point. She sat on the roof with him, feeling the cool breeze on her face. She let his words sink in and allowed them to dissolve into annoyance on her end.
“I get that. But it’s not my fault the same person hired two people at once. I just came here to grab photos of the guy cheating…I had no idea she hired guns in this situation. I don’t do that anymore” she said, feeling the last words get caught in her throat. Of course kept small knives and some fancy self-defense equipment just in case, but the idea of having to kill on someone else’s orders made her stomach churn.
“So I’m stuck with you until he has a bullet in his head”
FRANK DIDN’T THINK THEY were hired by the same person. He wasn’t after the target because a wife was worried he was cheating. No, The Punisher was sent to deal justice that was only Frank’s brand. He wasn't sure how he'd feel about being a hired gun. Not really his style but there was a market for it.
He stared at the woman for a long time. “Someone is setting us up.” His logical guess. Was it right? Maybe. But there was no saying until his job was done. “Two employers, same target. This is going to get messy.”
The soldier lapsed into silence as he thought over a plan. A solution. Some way for them both to walk away with their perspective evidence.
“Are you just getting photos? Does your employer care if he’s alive?”
“Hm?” She hummed distractedly, already spreading out one of her many maps of the city on a nearby surface. Her gaze slid to the weaponry he’d no doubt been cleaning recently, curious at the differences between them. Eventually, though, Molly’s attention returned back to Frank. “What?”
“Oh! Somebody broke into my place.” She waved a hand dismissively, as if it wasn’t a big deal at all. Removing the cap with her teeth, she used a marker to begin striking through certain buildings on her map. “My actual place, not the safe house, but it probably won’t be long before they find it. Don’t worry, I didn’t lead anything here–I left a trail pointing them toward Flatbush.”
Finally, she gestured to the duffel in his arms. “I need your help hiding that–gotta scoot out of town for a little while, and you’re the only one I can trust with it. Lucky you.”
SKIN PRICKLED AND SPINE STIFFENED. This was why information was need to know. Allowing Molly to know where the Punisher lived had been a risk. And it seemed his apprehension was not ill founded, despite her reassurance. Frank was wary. It was in his nature.
“And how did they know where you lived? Is someone tailing you?” Both concerning questions. More so for Molly than himself. Even if the woman could handle things, there was that lurking feeling of defense and protectiveness in regards to others.
Frank dropped the bag, ripping open the zipper. He frowned at the contents. “Why am I hiding these? And why are people after them?” The soldier’s furrowed brow lifted up to stare at Molly. Yeah, Frank got people into a lot of shit, but he didn’t like when the favor was returned.
Despite her back being turned as she placed away the remaining supplies from her stitch work, there’s a small smile rising on her features.
“Not typically no - I do get some pretty good Chinese around once a week thanks to someone. Right now though, Nachos sound pretty good right now.”
HE WOULDN’T THINK TOO MUCH INTO IT. Though he did question the motive behind Marie’s offer. But this was no way to live; second guessing everyone and their actions. Albeit it kept him alive, Frank needed to relax and breathe.
“There’s a taco truck nearby,” the soldier mused, slipping off the table and adjusting his shirt. Frank hid his wince as he grabbed his jacket. “Bet they have nachos.”
“ STANLEY BROUGHT ME HERE BEFORE. “ and richard. but somehow, she always recalls that first truck drive here. sacks of apples, logs and sods of turf loaded in the back, several bales of hay, and enough supplies to last the week. stanley played non-stop bruce springsteen all the way there, and they shared a companionable silence over a bag of humbug sweets, humming along with the scent of sweet apples and bright peppermint in the air.
the truck rolls over a pothole, and she steadies the open coffee flasks before resuming. “ it’s the one place i don’t have nightmares in. we all like to head up during the winter for a family gathering, but… sometimes i like to go alone. just to exist for a while. i figured you might appreciate that, too. you know, if you like, we can cut you a copy of the key? that way you can come up whenever you like, too. “
GENEROSITY WAS ALMOST TOO MUCH. Frank's outlook on himself was less than ideal. He was a terror on society, having no way to safely release his emotions and rage. Even after settling the score between himself and Billy for the death of his family, his heart felt heavy. There was so much unresolved tension and feelings warming him, it left the man unsettled.
Sharp gaze drifted over the bubbling apple trees, clear blue skies with wisps of clouds, and the cool, fresh air that wafted over his skin. It was damn near therapeutic out here. He could see why Aisling frequented the place, especially in solitude.
“Only if you want to,” he said, bringing his gaze back ‘round.” A wistful smile. “Maria always did like the mountains. She liked wearing those oversized sweaters and leggings, curling up with tea and a book. She looked hot, too.” The man laughed, falling into fond memories. “The kids liked all the space they had to run around, when we’d rent a cabin for the weekend.” And here came the fresh wave of pain and heartache that clenched at Frank’s chest. His breath hitched, eyes burning with the threat of tears. He cleared his throat, trying to calm himself from the onslaught of emotions.
“Thanks for bringing me out here.”
“I do need your help.” Molly replied somberly, and sighed over the box. “I need you to keep me from eating this entire box of donuts by myself.”
Was it a silly excuse to stop by? Probably, but he’d just have to forgive her a little silliness when she found herself needing company. Bolstered by the grin, Molly eased into his place, setting the box down to remove her jacket. “Besides, these are the best donuts in town. Lenny’s, on 3rd? Not the prettiest place, but they put all the pretty into their dough. You ever had an apple cider donut?” Molly gave an exaggerated groan. “To-fuckin’-die for.”
NORMALLY WHEN SOMEONE brought Frank treats, and wore a shit-eating grin, they wanted something. And, well, he’d be a sucker for Molly, doing whatever she asked. Within reason, of course. Still, the former soldier let the woman in, shutting the door behind her.
When a woman ate, it normally involved feelings. What Molly’s feelings were, Frank couldn’t read. Nor was he sure they were close enough to have that deep of a conversation. So he kept his distance, poking at the sweet smelling treats. Apple Cider donut? He shook his head as he picked one up. “I’d imagine it taste like apple cider…” And he was right. Another quick smile before he ate half the treat.
“Besides needing help with eating' donuts,” Frank gave Molly a pointed grin. “Why else are you here? Eating these are not the only thing on your list.”
he is a walking embodiment of heartbreak. and every time she sees him, he only seems to sink into it further. some nights, she can’t help but wonder how long it will take for frank castle to disappear entirely. ❝ and were they the answers you wanted? ❞
to this, she already knows the answer. she used to wish for an end for him, and now she’s not sure that he’ll ever find one. ❝ how much longer are you gonna keep this up, frank? when does it end? ❞
WHEN WOULD IT END? Frank didn’t have an answer to that question. Could it ever end? Not for a man like him. If it wasn’t one battle it was another. The only way Frank Castle would find rest was if he was shot and killed in the field. Even then, the soldier had a hard time staying down. Like a damn cockroach, he just kept on kicking.
Gaze was pensive as he stared at Karen. There was no sense in lying to her. Or withholding the truth. She’d figure it out eventually and she was also keen on calling him on his bullshit. It brought a faint smile to Frank’s lips as he pulled another sip from his bottle.
“I don’t know, Karen. There’ll always be another war to fight. I don’t know how to quit.” Frank thrived off this stuff. Though, if it hadn’t been for the loss of his family, the soldier thought he would have quit a long time ago. He had someone and something to come back to. Whatever he had with Karen, this push and pull towards each other, he wasn’t sure it’d be enough to keep him grounded.
His statement was open ended. A man who has lost his way. “I don’t know anymore.” And that was the sickening truth. “Nothing makes sense and I can’t put the pieces together.” He was too close to be objective anymore. “But I can’t stop now because if I do, all the work I’ve put in will be for nuthin’. And that’d be a disservice.”
MISCELLANEOUS SENTENCE PROMPTS * collection #2
i got here as fast as i could.
you’ve got a fever. just as i suspected.
there has to be something i can do to help.
i’m all right. nothing life-threatening.
i’m not going to break it!
why don’t you get settled on the couch with a big blanket and i’ll bring you whatever you need?
considering everything you’re dealing with, you’re in line for sainthood at this point.
we should get inside before my nose freezes off.
i couldn’t have done this without you.
maybe we should walk the rest of the way.
thank you for staying.
i don’t have a gun in my bag.
whatever’s on your mind… it matters to me.
don’t think like that.
there’s no one i’d rather explore with.
it was smart of you to come here.
there were other ways to go about that.
things seem to be going well with you two.
you must have eyes on the back of your head.
i’d like you to trust me someday.
do you have any plans tomorrow?
let’s keep it moving!
would you join me?
we’re a couple of losers.
i’m alive and safe for now.
i think you enjoy hurting my feelings.
there are plenty of ways i can help you.
do it right this time!
can’t believe we survived that.
that was illegal! you’re disqualified!
thanks for another lesson.
it’s not polite to snoop.
would you drink with me for a while?
there are plenty of reasons to cry.
we should dance again, for old times’ sake.
what can you tell me about the last time you saw him?
do you believe they’re still alive?
i love you. i love you with everything i am.
it has been far too long since i faced death like that.
not the first time i’ve heard that.
just come inside and we’ll find something else to talk about.
you don’t look awful. who said you looked awful?
i’m craving pad thai.
you’re always good to me.
come inside. we can talk in here.
you make me a better person.
i just need a minute to catch my breath.
didn’t want to pour a glass for myself and leave you hanging.
every time we meet like this, you kick me off the roof.
this is all i’ve ever been good at.
it’s all right if you’re pissed.
there’s something on your face.
i’ve never seen you stare like that.
now you know the truth about me.
do me a favor and don’t walk out.
what on earth did i just walk into?
just give it back and we’ll be good.
i can stand here. i’m not doing anything illegal.
you seem a bit busy.
i just want to go home.
i care about them, too, you know.
let me do what i do best.
i won’t be like the others.
do you feel safe with me out here?
let me explain everything over dinner.
name a place. i’m buying.
try googling what your dreams mean.
i have no words. none.
i should be apologizing to you.
confrontation prompts.
"You said [x]. It upset me."
"What did I say that made you think I didn't want to know you?"
"I'm trying to figure out where we went wrong."
"When we speak I notice a sort of ... conflict. I'd like to do something to change that."
"We're going to be working together. Let's try to get along."
"Do you think I should feel bad forever?"
"What makes you think I should apologise?"
"I don't understand what you think I did wrong."
"I don't want to hurt you, but I don't know how to stop."
"I know it's hurting you. I can't stop."
"I'm not interested in having that sort of relationship with you anymore."
"You didn't think to tell me?"
"How long have you known?"
"How long have you been hiding this?"
"It's not your fault, it just... it just really sucks."
"Every time I look at you I think about it."
"When I see you like that, I'm... you scare me, [name]."
"When you do that, I feel afraid."
"Sometimes you worry me."
"The way you act about your own safety... that's scary for people who care about you."
"Can we not do this right now?"
"I want to talk about it but I don't have the mental space for it right now. Can we come back to it?"
"Sit down."
"I have something I need to tell you."
"Can we talk?"
"Whatever you say, it always feels ... like you're holding something against me."
"It's time to come clean."
"Bullshit. Tell me the truth."
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Apparently all my replies are going to be multi paragraphs today...
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