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entrancelogs2018-01-25 10:35 pm
scoutsniper) wrote in entrancelogs2018-01-25 10:35 pm
Killing you softly with, unfortunately, song
Who: Frank Don't Even Talk To Him About This Afterwards Castle and OPEN
Where: What is this unicorn vomit, and then zombie serenading
When: Backdated to event because I will climb back on this RP horse gdit.
Rating: PG-13 for salty language
Summary: Frank continues to hate goddam everything.
The Story
Early Days
Frank is having precisely zero of this bullshit. He's a damn ground zero of reality intrusions, and he's just goddam peachy with that. Because he is 5000% done with this place trying to taunt him with his family's deaths. Beyond done. Hell, he's ready to punch these wanna be 80s music video Lisa Frank vomit rejects in the face even before shit starts turning bad.
In a way, it's a relief when shit starts showing up dark, because, you know that's fucking reality, at least. Or at least a reality he's more comfortable with.
Frank's likely to be found yelling at an innocent 'Elland' citizen, because all this perky color offends his sense of dignity and thus they need to be hurt, too.
Zombie Days
It's about goddam time. Frank's ready to do some killing. Well, he normally is ready to do some killing, but he's REALLY ready, this time.
He may be ready to do some damage, but he's also quicker on the uptake than before. It only takes about one mag of pistol ammo before he realizes that shooting these things in the head doesn't do shit. Except make a rainbow spray. Which is not the effect he's going for.
"You have got to be fucking kidding me." Goddammit, every zombie movie he's ever seen has been A LIE.
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Frank Castle does not need rescuing. Nope. He's perfectly fine, holed up in this shack, easily findable by the horde of zombies doing that burping gurling zombie noise shit outside. This is not fucking happening. This is how he's going to die. This is really how he's going to fucking die.
...of all the ways he'd figured death would get him, he did not see this coming.
Where: What is this unicorn vomit, and then zombie serenading
When: Backdated to event because I will climb back on this RP horse gdit.
Rating: PG-13 for salty language
Summary: Frank continues to hate goddam everything.
The Story
Early Days
Frank is having precisely zero of this bullshit. He's a damn ground zero of reality intrusions, and he's just goddam peachy with that. Because he is 5000% done with this place trying to taunt him with his family's deaths. Beyond done. Hell, he's ready to punch these wanna be 80s music video Lisa Frank vomit rejects in the face even before shit starts turning bad.
In a way, it's a relief when shit starts showing up dark, because, you know that's fucking reality, at least. Or at least a reality he's more comfortable with.
Frank's likely to be found yelling at an innocent 'Elland' citizen, because all this perky color offends his sense of dignity and thus they need to be hurt, too.
Zombie Days
It's about goddam time. Frank's ready to do some killing. Well, he normally is ready to do some killing, but he's REALLY ready, this time.
He may be ready to do some damage, but he's also quicker on the uptake than before. It only takes about one mag of pistol ammo before he realizes that shooting these things in the head doesn't do shit. Except make a rainbow spray. Which is not the effect he's going for.
"You have got to be fucking kidding me." Goddammit, every zombie movie he's ever seen has been A LIE.
closed to Liv
Frank Castle does not need rescuing. Nope. He's perfectly fine, holed up in this shack, easily findable by the horde of zombies doing that burping gurling zombie noise shit outside. This is not fucking happening. This is how he's going to die. This is really how he's going to fucking die.
...of all the ways he'd figured death would get him, he did not see this coming.
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"Shit." She's right. Even the two of them. What is it about him that it seems every goddam rainbow zombie in the place seems fixated on getting him? He'd never been a popular guy before. He kinda wished he could go back to that.
"We need another plan."
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And then she starts to sing. The ballad of Katy Perry's 'Firework.' As she gets through the first verse, zombies start dropping, but clearly, they need more singing power, and she looks at Frank as she heads off into the chorus.
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But it was buying them time, at least. Maybe the zombies were just as surprised as he was. But hell, he'll take any advantage in a fight. "Just own the night like the Fourth of July..." Okay fuck, he can't actually do this and make eye contact.
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"You don't have to feel like a waste of space, you're original, cannot be replaced..."
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That is, if there is a later. Which, if Katy Perry is going to get them there, fine.
Just once, though, he'd like an enemy he can actually kill. Like. Normally. Till then, though, "If you only knew what the future holds
After a hurricane comes a rainbow"
Dear zombies: he's drawing the damn line at dancing.
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A hilarious thing, honestly.
"We're safe. That's all that matters, Katy Perry or not. But if we have to sing again could I suggest an inspirational show tune? Maybe a Disney medley."