୨୧╼ Plotting Call. Who Wants To Chit Chat? Kiss Kiss.

me: says i'm gonna get stuff done.

me hours later: still playing in photoshop not realizing hours have past.

rip

୨୧╼ Against the dreariness of the abandoned industrial background, Violet stood out. The way she held herself was filled with pose and grace akin to one of Degas’ ballerinas. She was dressed immaculately in a style defined as modern retro. Yet if one had a keen eye, they could catch that the ribbon that held up her hair had survived a fire. Petite frame and height made her appear physically non-threatening. Something that often worked in her favor.

        Doe-eyes looked up at the stranger’s herculean form. If Violet had been anyone else – perhaps she would find him threatening. After facing so many monsters, she found fear hard to muster. One could not tell someone’s intent by appearance alone. Villains came in many forms and often in a variety of disguises. A person who seems suspicious could offer aid at a time of need. It was still best to be cautious. Slender fingers clasped tighter around the dart. Which by appearance alone seemed indistinguishable from one might find in a game parlor. 

        “I have found one cannot rely on the word of the municipality. As corruption and power go hand in hand. However, I cannot deny this building is documented as vacant.” Violet’s voice was steady -unafraid. It was clear from her articulation and cadence that she was educated in high society. Even if those days were long gone. “Could I not inquiry the same of you? I apologize if I am wrong – but you do not exactly look as if you belong here either.”

        If Violet had been a properly trained volunteer, perhaps she would handle this better. As a mother herself – she understood her parent’s choice to keep her out of the organization. Yet at times like these, she wished for just a day of disguise training. Or had and iota or her mother’s acting talent. She genuinely felt her guises and fibs worked, not due to her ability – but by the incompetence of those around her. The man in front of her had the eyes of someone who was keen and determined. So, she wished not to press her minimal luck that he could see past a mask.

        “I have business here. As you see, this building has suffered fire damage. I am investigating it.” The best lie – was always a half truth. It was the very same organization that she sought who was to blame. According to her research, the former owners would not sell. Fires were always how they settled scores. “The local arson rate has accelerated over the past few months at an expediential rate. I find it very worrying.” Not once did she confirm whether she had explicit permission to be there. One should never show their hand before the appropriate time.

        The commonplace book in Violet’s lap was open. Filled with sketches of the opposite building’s exterior and what looked like the designs for various gizmos. All basic drafts of things she could use infiltrate. “Beverly,” A faux name she had used since her first true disguise. Where she was forced to perform in a cruel ‘freak show’ – that was unethical and outdated. There were times her nightmares were plagued by the sounds of lions devouring Madame Lulu and the blaze of the fire that burnt the carnival to the ground.

        Now was not the time to get lost in the horrors of the past, when the present was equally terrifying. There were children who suffered in the hands of the same criminal enterprise that stole her life. Personal feelings could not cause her to waver here. Her gaze went from him to out side the window, where smoke plumed from stacks and machinery buzzed. A small sigh escaped her full lips. 

This war you're waging will never end.

And what did Frank Castle even know, anymore? A good, home-cooked meal? No he'd forgotten that. He hadn't eaten something made by hand in too many years to count. (He'd never have Maria's spaghetti sauce again.) A warm, clean bed with fresh sheets? No he'd forsaken that for motels and dingy holes in the wall where the fabric scratched his skin and had been feasted on by moths at some point but at least it was something warm, right? The love of a good woman? No, no he'd lost that, too. In an instant, right there with his little girl and Junior and there hadn't been a god damned thing he could do to stop it. He'd been through the phases; blamed himself, blamed others, rationalized, bargained internally, but anger ... anger stuck. Anger made sense. It felt right.

Anyone tied to the deaths of the Castle family had been dead and buried more than a year prior. No loose ends, no mess. If anyone so much had breathed their names with any ounce of ire Frank had come for them like the executioner he was, and put them down like the sick dogs they were. Because it was right. Because it settled something in him that had broken back in Kandahar. Because he thought he could find some semblance of peace.

And he did, it was true. Some part of him found proper footing knowing that the people who'd hurt him, stolen from him, were gone. But it didn't bring them back. Peace? No. That was only found putting people down. He accepted that now. It was who he was.

The Punisher.

So he punished.

On the scale of moral judgment, things that he considered pure and unfettered wrong was anything to do with children. They could be assholes sure, Frank had been the king asshole of them all when he was young, but they were innocent. They didn't deserve to be preyed upon (what if it had been Lisa?) or sold out to the proverbial mines (what if it was Frank Jr.?). He calmed his nerves before every go-around ... not because he was afraid but because he knew it would appease him too much if he didn't filter it. If he didn't shut that part of his brain off before he kicked down the door and did what he did best.

One batch, two batch.

All of the pennies and dimes in the world wouldn't stop him from following the trail.

And he'd left one hell of a bloody one behind him so far. There was a string connecting these work houses, he knew. He'd picked up the scent after the second, when the conditions were too similar and the kids had leashes held by the same hands. He'd bleed his way up the food chain, shake down enough of these operations to catch the attention of someone worth torturing information out of. He'd go from there. But for now? He'd watch.

Case too-large to be luggage in hand, nondescript duster jacket, military reg boots and a bit of hardware that might make the average Joe squirm and he was on his way into the nest across the street. He'd scoped it the day before - it's vantage points were primo, and he could post comfortably (not that it mattered) for a few hours and watch through a scope before he acted. It was abandoned, which was perfect, and at the very least he could work undisturbed.

Or ... it was supposed to be abandoned. The picture of one of Lisa's little books he did not expect to see - spyglass and all.

Whose there?

Fingers tightened around the handle of the rifle case. Nondescript, blended just enough but suddenly he seemed out of place et al.

"You supposed to be here, lady? City marked this building as abandoned."

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୨୧╼ plotting call. who wants to chit chat? kiss kiss.

So to celebrate me getting out of the hospital mom is taking me to see Moulin Rouge on Broadway today. I am nervous about being outside and active around people all day. I'm worried about getting sick while we're out. But I'll be mobile for awhile and on the bus, feel free to message me! Wish me luck!

SINCE - i have been in my fallout feels. i decided for my second main account i'm going to revive @walkswastes between making my carrd for violet. follow me there!

me staring at the fact i have to install word, and it just didn't come with windows. wtf.

idk i love the opposites attract trope for violet bc i am a trash human being. and i'm sorry about it.

good morning my loves! today i have an early morning visit to the chiropractor to help lessen the pain in my ankle and back. In both areas I have permanent soft tissue damage from getting hit by a car in a cross walk from like 15 years ago. These parts of me generally are always uncomfortable, but sometimes it causes me a tremendous amount of pain. idk why it fluctuates like that. but your girl has been hurting lately - and i hope the chiropractor helps.

but i am hoping to go to the gym early so i'll be able to curl up by my computer while i still have energy. and be able to write starters & responses. thank you for your patience!

but also i hope you have an amazing day. you are an absolute star, whose shine makes the sky brighter and more beautiful.

୨୧╼ ribbonup. mutually exclusive & selective strictly book canon post - series violet baudelaire of lemony snicket's a series of unfortunate events. as haunted by phantom (she/her & 36). previously found @prettydead.

important links. tbd

blog roll. @citizenstarlight ( annie january of the boys ) ୨୧  @timerevolt ( original character ) ୨୧ @walkswastes ( fallout dual blog ) ୨୧ @prettydead ( multi )

credits. psd ୨୧ icon border

mains. @contritioned ୨୧ @t-errifier ୨୧ @sifonie

୨୧╼ rules. 

Ⅰ. I am mentally ill and psychically ill and am working really hard to get on my feet. As a bipolar manic depressive, certain things can trigger a manic episode. Please do not include me in your drama or try to make drama with me. I will not respond, just hard block you. Sometimes this blog is high activity & sometimes it is slow. It all depends on my physical and mental health

Ⅱ. I rarely ever double down on toxic/problematic behavior. If you have a problem with me, either talk to me in a mature manner or hard block me. Also if you want to unfollow me - soft/hard block me

Ⅲ. I am very duplicate-friendly. face claim & character. <3

Ⅳ. I’m a 36 y/o woman. NO MINORS. There will be no exceptions to this rule. If you add me you will be hard blocked.

Ⅴ. I do not participate in call out culture unless the person is a sxual predator/pdophile. I believe callout posts should be used when someone is a danger to the rpc. It isn’t a way to solve personal drama.