BarrenThin2
Senior Member
Frank Castle
The smell of iron greeted him as he scaled the ladder. It was an unmistakable scent, the metallic predecessor of blood. That it was this strong did not bode well. His pistol was the first thing presented as his head came over the top. Now, fortunately, there wasn't some massacre waiting to be discovered, but one could argue what he did find was almost more disturbing. It almost seemed to be someone's room, but the entire thing was covered in Radio Demon memorabilia. Across the room, sleeping, was Ruby. That creeping suspicion arose in his chest again. This certainly didn't quiet his fears that the Ruby the others had found was some sort of plant. Regardless, it was abundantly clear this wasn't the same Ruby he had met in the past, and as such there was no way to know what he could expect from her.
Slowly, Frank pulled himself wholly into the room, his pistol trained on the girl. Carefully, he tested his weight on the floor, immediately pulling back at the first sign of a creek. The old man barely let himself so much as breathe as he moved across the room. This girl was as likely a threat as an asset here. She needed to be treated as such if he wanted to walk away. Silently, Frank kneeled down, counting to three in his head. In an instant, his hand was clasped over Ruby's mouth and the pistol was planted firmly under her chin. "Scream and I'll paint the walls." A bluff. A good one, considering the pistol digging into her head, but a bluff nevertheless. "I'm going to pull my hand away. You're going to tell me who you are, as well as anything and everything you know about the Radio Demon and whatever this place is. The gun stays in case you get any ideas." His own voice was quiet, barely more than a whisper. Hopefully his glare would hide the fact that, short of her attacking him or revealing herself as some sort of monster, there was no way he would be able to shoot her.
thatguyinthestore
The smell of iron greeted him as he scaled the ladder. It was an unmistakable scent, the metallic predecessor of blood. That it was this strong did not bode well. His pistol was the first thing presented as his head came over the top. Now, fortunately, there wasn't some massacre waiting to be discovered, but one could argue what he did find was almost more disturbing. It almost seemed to be someone's room, but the entire thing was covered in Radio Demon memorabilia. Across the room, sleeping, was Ruby. That creeping suspicion arose in his chest again. This certainly didn't quiet his fears that the Ruby the others had found was some sort of plant. Regardless, it was abundantly clear this wasn't the same Ruby he had met in the past, and as such there was no way to know what he could expect from her.
Slowly, Frank pulled himself wholly into the room, his pistol trained on the girl. Carefully, he tested his weight on the floor, immediately pulling back at the first sign of a creek. The old man barely let himself so much as breathe as he moved across the room. This girl was as likely a threat as an asset here. She needed to be treated as such if he wanted to walk away. Silently, Frank kneeled down, counting to three in his head. In an instant, his hand was clasped over Ruby's mouth and the pistol was planted firmly under her chin. "Scream and I'll paint the walls." A bluff. A good one, considering the pistol digging into her head, but a bluff nevertheless. "I'm going to pull my hand away. You're going to tell me who you are, as well as anything and everything you know about the Radio Demon and whatever this place is. The gun stays in case you get any ideas." His own voice was quiet, barely more than a whisper. Hopefully his glare would hide the fact that, short of her attacking him or revealing herself as some sort of monster, there was no way he would be able to shoot her.
thatguyinthestore