Lisa Castle

{wonders if these two are friends or just like yelling, 'cause there's not that much else to do here} xitter.cf/Kafkaesque_yo/status/1…

-- she sketched 'Happy Father's Day' in bubble letters, before taping her art to the security office window. One day, @_IAmThePunisher would find her. And when that day came, she'd give him his card.} {whispering} Happy Father's Day, Dad.

{Careful not to rumple the edge of her makeshift sheet of drawing paper, she added the finishing touches to the bottom of her picture, adding the mailbox from the bottom of their driveway, flag up. Turning her attention to the top of the page, -- @_IAmThePunisher

{whispering} You're welcome. If you see @ViolentSchism or @RippedMainframe? I'd be careful. I... I don't think @_IAmThePunisher would like them very much. xitter.cf/RP_ThugWife/status/948…

-- given half a chance.} If I let you and your friend go, will you help me get home? {Please say yes.}

-- twitchy man, looking for any sign to fly in the face of the words on the pages; that this V. Montenegro wouldn't tear her to pieces, --

-- desperately lonely side of her aching to make some kind of connection with someone who wasn't an evil S.O.B., she watched the --

-- I see your file. There's lots of stories here about the things you and your friend have done. Are they true? {Rubbing her nose, the --

-- casting a shadow across her face.} He's not a good. My Dad liked him. I don't think Dad knows what kind of man he is. --

-- The one armed man. He's... {Swallowing hard, gut twisting at the visceral flash of @ShadowOfIron's face, she ducked her head, hood --

-- asylum tile, she dropped to a seat, gaze locked on the wild eyed man.} My name is Lisa. I... I don't have a lot of friends. --

-- clubs. They hurt you. You and your friend. I can see him too... I could let you out. {Pulling the wheeled chair across the grungy --

-- tape on the glass identified as "V. Montenegro.'} I can see you. I've seen what they do to you. The bad men with their needles and --

Can you hear me? {Wide eyes, so like @_IAmThePunisher's focused on the monitor, she held her breath, watching the man the piece of sticky -

-- Back to the city and away from the heat, the bugs and the guns. If he was still alive.} @ViolentSchism @RippedMainframe

-- Certain he wouldn't cower in the dark like a rat. No. @_IAmThePunisher would take /action/. He'd protect her. Get her home. --

-- friends? Nipping at her thumb, she studied the monitors, wondering, not for the first time, what @_IAmThePunisher would do. --

-- .@ViolentSchism and @RippedMainframe to chairs. Hurt them. Given them pills they didn't need. Were the enemies of her enemy her --

-- Knife twists in her gut from every time @ShadowOfIron told her @_IAmThePunisher was dead. And he, the Bad Man, had bound --

-- She still bore the scars of that Bad Man. Bad. To. The. Bone. Raised skin on her wrists from where @ShadowOfIron had bound her. --