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tfln | for underachievement

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[ from here ]

But were they actually for YOU?

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Spelled my name right and everything

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You still got the bottle?

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Are you asking for receipts?

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Yeah. Maybe I am.

[underachievement]

[ Jess doesn't remember what she did with it but she must have had a lucid moment because she finds it in her bathroom cabinet, where a normal person would put it. Snapped and sent. ]

100% Certified crazy

[usingthelaw]

[ Somehow or another they managed to win against Fisk and the man being behind bars made him sigh in relief. Sort of. Things were far from over and they were all dealing with secrets and nightmares. Speaking of which, Foggy knocked on Caleb's door, trying to balance all the take out in his hands from crashing to the ground. ]

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[ Caleb was still reeling from all that he had been through in the past few months but seeing Fisk behind bars, knowing they all helped to put him there, had made it worth it. Or so he told himself. He hoped one day, he would believe it. Having friends like Foggy and Matt in his life could only help in that, right?

It's only a moment before he's rushing to answer the door and catching one of the boxes before he could even get out a "hello". Breathing out a laugh to the other man, he ushers him on with his free hand. ]

Eat and be merry.

[ Adding, ]

And drink. Lots of drinking.

[usingthelaw]

[ Letting out his own laugh, he shuffled over to the counter to put the rest of the bags down before he dropped them and made a mess. His eyes drifted over towards Caleb and he couldn't keep the concern away from his face even if he wanted to try to. Things were uncertain for them all despite the victory and there were secrets resting between them all. Eventually it would explode everywhere and who knew what would happen in the aftermath. Matt really needed to get a hold on things sooner rather than later. ]

Looks like you've already indulged the drinking merry part.

[ To give himself something to do, he started unloading the contents, moving around the kitchen for plates and cups. ] I don't know about you but I could sleep for a week. If I felt like I'd be safe.

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[ He's still having his own nightmares about Fisk finding him, knowing what he did to his little henchman. He runs a hand through his hair before both hands are on his hips. ]

I know you're not judging me, Foggy Nelson.

[ He gestures to the fridge. ]

It might actually help you with that sleep. You look like you need it.

[ Pot meet kettle. ]

[usingthelaw]

[ Looking up from his self appointed task, a grin stretched across his face. It nearly felt out of place with how pressured things were lately plus all the secrets. Oh how Foggy loathed having to keep secrets even more so from Caleb. They really bonded practically from the beginning and it filled with guilt. ]

I'm only judging you didn't wait for me and -- wait are you saying I look terrible? Blow to the ego. How will I recover from this?

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[ Caleb actually grins wide at that, the amusement actually helping lift some of the weight of his own secrets. If only for the moment. ]

Oh, please. It'll take way more than that to knock you down, Counselor Nelson.

[ He slowly walks over, taking intentionally dramatic steps, ]

The man who helped take down Wilson fucking Fisk!

[ He slams a hand on the counter before pointing at his friend, ]

You're a force to be reckoned with. Just accept it.

canon au | for fightlikehell

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[ When he moved to Hell's Kitchen, part of it was to get ahead in some way. Branch out on his own. The other reason was to get away from memories that just hurt him. He loved his brother. Always would. But he needed to move on somehow. Moving to New York City seemed a good option with all the possibilities there. Especially after the "Incident", with all the rebuilding going on.

But what he hadn't ever expected, just when he was starting to feel comfortable with someone, was to wake up next to them, covered in their blood on the floor of his own apartment.

It was stupid for him to pick up the knife but he had been in shock. This couldn't possibly be real. This was a fucking nightmare. But then the door is being kicked in and police are screaming at him to drop the weapon, pointing their guns at him. He drops it and gets back on the floor like they tell him to. Someone is yelling and it takes him a moment to realize: it's him. He's repeating the only thing he can over and over.

I didn't do this! I didn't do this!

Hours later and he has the blood off of him and a clean shirt on but he's handcuffed to the table. Hours later, still hungover and starving, he gives into tears at the thought of ending up in jail over something he didn't do. His whole life, gone. He couldn't have done this. He couldn't have taken another life like that. ]

[fightlikehell]

[Bad news travels fast, faster when you can hear about everything. This came to Matt and Foggy through connections. They're at the precinct in record time. The room is small, stifling. The first smells that hit his nose is salt of sweat and tears. Anxiety is humming off of the man seated. The two cops are not helping, especially standing so close to the suspect.

Foggy is faster to act while Matt is still taking in the room.]

Are you seriously handcuffing him? He's hardly sitting up right.

[The two detectives are exuding tension and sure as hell have made up their minds. Nothing about this is settling. They've asked who they are for three times. Each time the answer is the same. And each time it chistles at Matt's patience.]

We're his lawyers.

[A few small forevers and they're finally left alone with Caleb Page.]

marine au | for endlesswar

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[ A lot of people were shocked by Caleb's decision to join the Marines. He didn't seem the type. A bit too strong-willed and not a massive fan of authority. But after his brother's life was cut short, his own ambitions for the Marines dashed, Caleb decided he would do it for him. His parents said he didn't have to do this. That he shouldn't. But he knew he had to try.

If he didn't try, he would never be able to move past Kevin's death. So, not the best excuse to join but it certainly gave him something else to focus on aside from his grief. And becoming apart of a team of other guys, all that grew to basically befriend him, it helped a lot. Lost one brother and gained a dozen or so.

They all helped each other through training and encouraged the others to keep going. But it was undeniable he was closest to Frank Castle. The one that looked most likely to be a Captain someday. When they were able to go into town for the usual bar crawl, it was usually together or with a few others. Tonight, Caleb was looking to do a little more than drink. The others knew he tended to swing both ways and while he endured some teasing for it (most of it good natured) the others seemed accepting of it. It's why he was able to spend most of his night chatting up cute guy behind the bar while the others were busy playing pool or hollering over darts. ]

[endlesswar]

[Finally. A chance to cut loose. The week had been brutal on the team. They really were being prepared for war. They should expect nothing less. Even so the long days and endless drills took a toll. The only real solace was that they were all in this together. They were brothers. Their bond was forged in mutual strife, in respect for one another and the responsibilities they uphold.

Frank felt like it was a calling. A real and honest call to arms. God had been in his sites but he was not gifted with a gentle heart. His mother tried to reason saying that Michael was not a peaceful sort. That Frank could be a chaplain. He could be a lot of things. Trying was the only way to find out for sure.

Of all the brothers, Page was the one he felt the most drawn to. Soulful blue eyes and a smile that really set the world in sunshine. It was all a cover up for the real hell he could unleash. What he lacked in experience he made up for in spunk and shrewdness. There was a way out if he kept trying. That's what they always said about Caleb Page.

There were also other things. Things Frank tried not to listen to or acknowledge. Things like the way his hips tilted and that particular kind of look in those blue eyes for the lean, young man behind the counter who was radiating off the same signals. It ignited a bitter, burning feeling in his chest. Frank found himself glowering as he took another gulp of his beer.]

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[ Caleb could be quite the charmer when he wanted to be and he was definitely in good form tonight, the bartender pouring him another shot on the house and he was getting the guy to laugh more plenty. Occasionally he would glance over at the others to make sure they weren't causing any trouble. Wouldn't do to get kicked out so soon.

He doesn't even notice Frank's sour mood. Though the others seem to. At least Robbie does. He comes over and pokes Frank in the shoulder with a pool cue. ]

Whatcha poutin' at, Francis?

[endlesswar]

[Good form or obvious. Whatever it was it just... was like lemon juice on a paper cut. Frank thought back to the night they had to stay out in the cold. How Caleb mentioned how much he missed his brother. How Frank told him about giving up the seminary. They were closer than ever since that night.

Except it's not the same.

He startles at the poke and his fist is up until he recognizes the face.]

Nothing. Fuck off. I'm just not sure if I want another drink.

[Because he's down to the last swill.]

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[ Caleb hadn't been able to believe such an admission, at first. But he ended up saying how Frank had the heart for it, even if his temperament wasn't always the best. Not that Caleb really minded. He could be a hot-head in his own right. Plus, ever since Kevin died, it's been hard to want to be close to a higher power of any kind.

He didn't expect such understanding from one of the gruffest of the group and Caleb knew then that even if his feelings were never returned, there would always be a place for Frank Castle in his heart. Not that he could say that. He already risked a lot in admitting he was what he was. He couldn't put that on one of the guys.

So, here he was, looking for someone easy. Someone with no attachment or risks.

Robbie, however, wasn't buying it. ]

Then come play a round with us. Unless you wanna to keep watching Blondie work his magic.

[endlesswar]

[There are a lot of things about Frank most people wouldn't believe. And plenty call bullshit. Caleb... didn't. That endeared the man to him even more. it was like he could look at all the shit and awfulness and still find something good. Most with that perspective aren't here, they aren't Marines.

Caleb Page as going to be a hell of a Marine. If he wasn't going to be dishonorably discharged if he's caught.]

I will in a minute.

[Last sip and he clunks the bottle down.]

What kinda magic trick do you think he's doing?

[Frank stops watching the bartender and Caleb. The bartender has something in his palm that he slips across the countertop, laying flat. What is it? A number? Instructions? Jesus he can't take any more of this.]

What are you trying to say about our brother, Robbie?

[Immediately on the defensive. Frank Castle, everybody.]

total eclipse | for twilightzones

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[ Caleb gets home late again.

Tired to his bones, but knows he won't be able to sleep. He's hit a dead end in his current story and still no word from Matt or Frank. Foggy is too busy to even meet him for lunch and... Caleb knows he's pretty fucked in terms of a social life outside them.

Not that vigilantes (he's made the mistake of catching feelings for) and burning the candle at both ends was ever a successful formula for any kind of "happy life". But he still checks his phone. Checks his apartment for any kind of "clue" left behind.

There's nothing there. Just an empty apartment.

He knows he should be grateful for that considering his track record in Hell's Kitchen. But he still marches towards his cabinets and pulls out his bottle of whiskey. He's been really good about moderating his intake.

He hasn't even cracked the seal on it.
Until tonight.

He doesn't bother getting a glass. Caleb takes it right from the bottle and puts on some music. Fuck everything, fuck life, he doesn't want to think right now.

Caleb doesn't even know how long it's been before he looks up a place on his phone and tells himself "fuck it", he's going out tonight.

He's tipsy, but not so drunk he can't find himself on the right street to the nearest club. Though he has misjudged spacial awareness, his body halfway colliding with someone else when he's not looking in front of him for a split second. ]

Shit! I'm sorry!

[ He manages to get it out, gripping the nearest arm he can reach on the other person to keep them both upright. ]

[twilightzones]

Heeeeey.

[Marc is not typically a guy to get bulldozed. He's having his own sort of off night. Waking up by a flower shop, strolling around a city. Sirens and the throng speaking English. He knows he's stateside. That is about the most reassuring thing. How long has Steven been at the wheel? Time is a human construct. So what can you do? Not like he can tally away days.

Might as well get a drink. Easy to find cash, easy to get cash. And if there is an American city, it's going to have a bar.

The body that has swayed into him catches as easy as a dance. He's got a hand on his shoulder and another at the man's wrist.]

I'm good. You good?

[He cranes his neck, trying to meet the man's eyes. Blue, oh what a blue. The friendly smile flips up simply enough seeing that there's a haze that is always added by booze. No sense in trying to pick a fight and draw attention.]

Maybe we should sit down?

[So as not to trip over one another.]

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[ Caleb feels himself calm down the minute their eyes meet, both remaining upright and steadying each other. His own mouth quirks into a lazy smirk, not able to stop himself from admiring the face of the other man.

Shorter than him but stocky, definitely had a grip on him. ]

I'll be good when I can get to the club over there.

[ He jerks his chin in the opposite direction, towards the direction of a place on the corner. Caleb's eyes go to it before coming back to the man before him, and he only bites down on his bottom lip for less than a second, ]

Wanna come with?

[twilightzones]

[Oh-oh shit. That smile was not what he was expecting. Paired with blue eyes, holy shit was Marc not ready here. Tall too? What the fresh hell is going on here.]

Well.... uh.

[No agenda. No plans. No clear mission. This would usually terrify a person. Marc has been used to waking up and adapting. Usually situations are dangerous. What could be dangerous about blue eyes and that grin? He feels the easy, light feeling in his chest. Oh. This is a different kind of trouble.]

Sure. I don't know if I'm dressed for the occasion.

[His feet are already moving, siding up to this handsome stranger.]

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What's to get dressed for? The lights will change the look of everything anyway.

[ Bathe them in reds, blues, violets, and then some. He's always been a fan of colored lights and how they can change the atmosphere of any place.

(He's assuming the alcohol is making the words come so easily for him.)

Caleb moves his shoulder to bump into the other man's, still smiling and admiring the look of him. At least what he could make out of his dark hair, dark eyes. Such striking features that Caleb is sure he's never seen him around the city before now. Surely he would have remembered such a face... ]

I'm Caleb. What should I call my... date?

[ Kinda technically is. Right? ]