#blackandwhiteredemption

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Hey...

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Gonna cook myself a pizza, then clean my room and get to replies. About an hour or so? youbetyourstarspangledbutt, blackandwhiteredemption, aloneandarmed, telepathicwhitequeen and tjnocturne, I guarantee you posts because I've owed you for a WHILE and you're all fabulous and need replies. :3

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How would you seduce Lady Punisher?

With food, duh.  How the hell else do you seduce somebody?

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☱ ☱ ☱ (yes i want three)

☱ Dear diary: first of all when did i get a diary

writing down things i think is terrible and I hate it

I feel like this is Fankie’s fault somehow because anything involving organized thoughts usually is

☱ ok so wooing her with cheesy mac is so far a success

next time i bust out the cheesy garlic mashed potatoes

☱ Frankie’s so sad it makes me want to punch the sad out of her i swear to fuck

would that work

would it at least resolve itself as rough lesbian sex if it didn’t

hmmm

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♣ for blackandwhiteredemption HONHONHON~

Well that's a good look for you.

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Vigilantism Is Not For Kids || blackandwhiteredemption

The theater wasn't small by any means, but Michael still wasn't used to living in close quarters with another person. As much as he enjoyed Becky's company, sometimes he needed some air and some time away from her. So one night he waited until she left to go babysit Henry and decided to take a walk around Brownsville. In all the commotion since he'd gotten there he hadn't really taken time to look around the place. He discovered there was actually a decent park a few blocks away, even if the two swing sets and single rusty slide weren't much. 

He walked undisturbed for a while and decided to cut through a back alley and return to the theater. Upon doing so a woman barreled out of a back door and ran right into him. She was dressed in a camisole and a pair of underwear and almost hysterical, and he wasn't sure what to do.

She looked up at him and started speaking loudly and quickly, and it took him a moment to realize she wasn't speaking English (or Greek, apparently). Oh hell.

It took him five minutes to calm her down enough for her to talk without crying, and another ten minutes for the two of them to work around the language barrier. During that time he'd given her his coat to wrap up in, and she was sitting on a box huddled underneath it and shivering.

Once he caught on to what she was trying to tell him, the pieces fell into place fairly quickly. The restaurant they were standing behind was a front for a pimp, who was kidnapping young girls from around Brownsville and neighboring towns and forcing them into sex work. She'd managed to slip out through the kitchens when no one was looking after her 'client' had passed out drunk on top of her. 

She was currently clinging to Michael's arm and sobbing, begging for him to help her. He considered it for a moment, frowning the whole time. Sure, he'd been trying to fix the mess he made, but this seemed a bit above his level. Although at the same time, he couldn't just walk away from something like that and pretend it never happened. He sighed a little and knelt down in front of her to get her attention. 

"Go back that way," he said, pointing in the direction he'd come from. "Keep going straight, there's a movie theater up ahead. You can't miss it." 

She blinked at him and shook her head, not understanding. 

"A friend of mine is there," he said. "It's safe, she will take care of you." 

"That way?" she asked, pointing. He nodded. "Friend, she will help?" 

"Her name is Becky. She will find you some clothes, and probably some food," he said. "Wait there." 

The girl nodded this time, and Michael helped her to feet and walked her to the end of the alley. She looked around and then took off where he directed her, running at a sprint. He hoped Becky was back by the time she got there, and if not that the girl would have sense enough to wait. He turned back and crossed his arms, staring at the door she exited through. If he went in that way, he might not be noticed and have enough time to get any innocent people out before the blood started spilling. 

He pulled the door open and a wave of hot air hit him. A girl was standing at a fridge when he shut the door behind him, and she gasped, dropping the bottle of water in her hand. She looked ready to bolt and cry for help. Michael closed the distance between them in a few long steps and put a hand over her mouth. He looked her in the eyes and let loose some hypnosis. 

"I'm not going to hurt you," he said. "Are you one of the girls he's selling?" She nodded once, staring up at him. She no longer looked like she was about to scream, so he slacked off on the hypnosis a little.

"Do you want to get out of here?"

Another nod. 

"Can you round up all of the other girls in here and make sure they get out unharmed?" He let go of her now, hovering close enough to grab her if she reverted back to wanting to scream.

"I can't just march them out the front door," she said. Well, at least she spoke English. That would be helpful. 

"I'm planning on providing a distraction," he said. "When the screaming and the shooting starts, gather them up. I'll keep the kitchen free."

"...who are you?" 

He shrugged, and turned to make for the front of the building. "That's a good question." 

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Uh...

Dr. Pym's in his lab?

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+Blackandwhiteredemption

Now that's interesting...