@RuleOfWrist@_IAmThePunisher@ViolentSchism@RippedMainframe -- I'm going to give you some water. I have a bottle. It's plastic. You can't hurt anyone with it. But you look thirsty and my Daddy... He would help you. {quietly} So will I.
@RuleOfWrist@_IAmThePunisher@ViolentSchism@RippedMainframe -- caged animal, and she wasn't going to be the first to stick her fingers through the bars.}
People make mistakes sometimes. Is... Is that why you're here? Did you make a mistake?
{Cautious, she crept towards the prisoner's cell, holding just outside #Vaas' door.} --
@RuleOfWrist@_IAmThePunisher@ViolentSchism@RippedMainframe -- glass or hit by bullets.
She'd never been afraid, not once. He'd taught her that scars were nothing more than proof that people were stronger that whatever had tried to bring them to their knees.
But his eyes... #Vaas' eyes looked hard and mean. He looked like a --
@RuleOfWrist@_IAmThePunisher@ViolentSchism@RippedMainframe What did you do?
{Her small voice ringing clear and true, she studied the cruel gaze of the man trapped in the chair, noting the scars on his face without comment.
Her Daddy... He'd had friends with scars. Soldiers. Men who'd been burned in a blast, scarred by heated --
-- 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
@ViolentSchism@RippedMainframe -- {whispering} My Daddy's a soldier. He's a hero. I'm...
{Little fingers clutching the radio hard, nerved up, she sank to a seat, not realizing she was holding down the transmit button.}
I'm real proud of him... {mumbling} Penny and Dime.
@ViolentSchism@RippedMainframe -- towards the cruel eyed man's cell, cautiously approaching the slot.
Pulling it open, she gently lay the water against the metal and shoved the slot hard, shooting back against the opposite wall, wide eyes half hidden under the shadow of her hoodie.} --
@ViolentSchism@RippedMainframe -- The rumble of his voice, reading the same story to her, over and over again.
One batch.
Two batch.
Yes. @_IAmThePunisher was there. It wasn't a lie, not really.
A water bottle clutched tightly in one hand, a radio in the other, she scurried up the corridor --
@ViolentSchism@RippedMainframe On the island? {whispering} Yeah. He's here.
{It wasn't /exactly/ a lie. @_IAmThePunisher was there with her every time she put her head to her pillow. The memory of his smiling face, crystal clear to her, standing at her classroom door, hand outstretched. --
@ViolentSchism@RippedMainframe -- I can't come in your room. You'll hurt me. {quietly} I'm not dumb. {rubbing her nose} But if I bring you a bottle, I can roll it --
@ViolentSchism@RippedMainframe -- unwilling to standby and make it worse, she stood tall, her father's steel in her eyes as she watched the suffering man.} --
@ViolentSchism@RippedMainframe -- button, she leaned to the microphone, watching #Vas' screen.}
I can bring you water. It would be in a bottle. My friend... --
@ViolentSchism@RippedMainframe -- father would never let someone suffer needlessly.
Did helping a Bad Man make her bad too?
Small fingers pressing the transmit --
@ViolentSchism@RippedMainframe -- to watch her back. To stay safe. Coming within arm's reach of the Bad Man?
Not safe at all.
But then... He was thirsty. And her --
@ViolentSchism@RippedMainframe Water?
{Nipping her lip, she stared down at the screen, her father's voice staying her hand. On the one hand, #Frank would want her --