II. (open) i'm gonna fight with myself til i'm bleeding

[oorah]

featuring: hotdog castle & everyone (open to new arrivals too!!)
what's happening? frank feeding everyone venison dogs; frank fighting everyone; introlog spillover stuff + whatever else you want hmu
day: 11th nighttime (after all new arrivals are out and about/getting settled)
content warnings: ground meat, being a good neighbor, boyfights
notes: hit me up on PM or plurk hotdoge if you want anything else! happy to oblige

A. have you ever had a hot dog cooked by a guy named hotdog? this is going on instastories.

[ the time has come for frank to probably show all you losers what a hot dog is. for posterity or some such. he's been curing deer meat from a recent hunting trip with aloy and after their housemate reigen had soundproofed house six's kitchen, well. it seemed as good a time as any to put his plan in motion. not to mention he's in a good mood for once after encountering his best friend among the new arrivals.

early in the evening, frank will be piping his mixture into homemade casings with the doors to the back deck wide open for anyone to come pester him. and then later on of course he will be cooking them up with mustard he made and onions he found. he will also chop up pickles from the natives for anyone who gets down like that. none of y'all better ever ask him what a hot dog is ever again!!!

if you come in while he's cooking expect to be put to work, and did i mention he'll be downing rosé the whole time? e n j o y.

note: the kitchen is only soundproof when all the doors are closed. he will tell everyone on arrival this, so while he's cooking the doors will be shut but all other times feel free to mingle!! ]

B. the rules of fight club are bring snacks and make sure frank castle stays in bruises. tia for your contribution.

[ after posting up this little gem, frank has been steadily gathering members for his and mike's "club." his garage is a makeshift boxing arena and open for all any time they want to blow off steam or learn some new skills from punching bag himself. or from whoever else is lingering around. feel free to match yourselves and have a fight without him too, he'll ref!

the only rules of fight club are: bring snacks, agree with your partner on tactics: weapons/no weapons, fists only/every man for himself etc etc. AND when one person taps out or doesn't get up the match is over. the garage is approximately 80% soundproof. every fighter must wear wraps on their hands to muffle sound and agree not to shout or make loud noises, even in pain. soft-volume trash talking is allowed and perhaps even encouraged... ]

C. write your own starter or ping me for one!

Comments

[underachievement]

[ All right well that's how he ended up here or that grenade sucks at its job but the sentiment of his answer is the same. Once a soldier, always a soldier. Odds are the sweet embrace of death isn't taking gentleman callers, either. Either she just has a feeling or that's how she copes with what she's going to ask of him. ]

Is there anything you wouldn't do if it would stop Kilgrave?

[oorah]

[ he shakes his head instantly, typing the verbal equivalent in lieu of the real thing: ] no

[underachievement]

[ No room for misinterpration there. It's the response she needs but getting it doesn't miraculously make her feel suddenly capable of sending him off to die. She heaves a bodily sigh before ripping off one of the handful of bandaids krazy glued on over her gaping arterial wound. ]

I can't share anything with you.
I can just tell you what to do, exactly when I need you to do it.

[oorah]

i get it. need to know. i'm your guy.

[ he nods, something like empathy slipping into his gaze even from several paces away. he'd do anything to put that sick fuck in the ground. and maybe he'd just do anything she told him regardless. ]

[underachievement]

[ That's an understatement. Considering his tacit volunteering to become an accomplice in her initial homicide, he must be ecstatic to make it official. He's so intent on being in the way that she can't in good, practical conscience keep declining to use him. Rationalizing it like that lets her move forward, do what she has to do. The earnestness of his expression thuds right off the wall of detachment she's been assembling instead of getting sleep. ]

If I send you an address, get there as soon as you can.

[oorah]

[ he nods quick like taking an order, because that's what he's doing. jess isn't like agent orange or any of the officers he'd answered to before. she's a victim and this is how he helps her, by digging deep and ignoring all of his own bullshit. ] yes, ma'am.

[underachievement]

[ victim, survivor, hero. she's not any of them. she's just doing what no one else can or will or should have to. even though he's not putting her on, she's tempted to sarcastically tell him "at ease" but that's the state she couldn't need him farthest from. the only ease he should be indulging in is the level-headed adaptiveness of a professional killer. ]

Talk to you soon. [ Jess gets up, always busy ]

[oorah]

[ frank keeps his feet planted in the sand, vitally aware that he's still compromised by this weird juice shit. he gives a slow nod, locking eyes with her before she turns around and leaves. ]