[ Frank hasn't been hiding (technically) from everyone. Just mostly hiding, because all the Christmas decorations got to him--he'd looked forward to stepping back from the shit, doing the whole Norman Rockwell cliche shit with his family. You know, sledding, ice skating at the Rockefeller rink, getting stuck in permanent gridlock trying to see the big tree, gifts and wrapping paper and standing in line at Toys R Us and all that.
Not going to happen. Not ever. And yeah, hit him kind of hard. So he lay low for the holiday. But it was time to crawl out of the self-pity swamp, so here he is. He's even scraped something resembling Marine mess dress out of the closet. A for effort, at least.
He's most likely standing around the edge of the room, holding a drink he's not really drinking in his hand, trying to look like he's having a good time. If he's not there, he's at the food table, squinting dubiously at the array of hor d'oeuvres, wondering where, you know, actual food is hiding. ]
Frank Castle | OTA
Not going to happen. Not ever. And yeah, hit him kind of hard. So he lay low for the holiday. But it was time to crawl out of the self-pity swamp, so here he is. He's even scraped something resembling Marine mess dress out of the closet. A for effort, at least.
He's most likely standing around the edge of the room, holding a drink he's not really drinking in his hand, trying to look like he's having a good time. If he's not there, he's at the food table, squinting dubiously at the array of hor d'oeuvres, wondering where, you know, actual food is hiding. ]