<div class="floatleft">(http://www.craveonline.com/images/stories/2011/2011/November/Comics/marvel/punisher/punisher5658.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Frank Castle<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>The Punisher<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>TBD/Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Ryker's Island Penitentiary - Cafeteria to Solitary Confinement<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Blade<strong>Mentioned:</strong>Daredevil<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>N/A<br/><hr/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">The cell had been completely pitch and the only way he had managed to move about his solitary confinement was by memory alone. When they fed him meals, the room lit up for that brief moment for a prison guard to slide the tray inside through the steel hatch. He was able to locate the bathroom, which was basically a hole in the wall that the prison guards flushed for him on the outside when they remembered to.<br/><br/>Curled up in the darkness, with his wrists and ankles shackled and linked together by a chain, rested Frank. He had a lot of time to sleep, and he was able to still perform push-ups, sit-ups, and a few isometric exercises to keep himself conditioned throughout the ordeal. His rest was light. It was as though his body slept, but his mind didn’t. He heard the guards walking passed his cell, the sneeze and coughs of the guard who was posted outside, and just from listening to the patterns, he knew that there had been four on rotating shifts guarding him.<br/><br/>Tonight, however, was different. His blue eyes cracked open as he heard voices outside his cell. There was a strange voice. It was different. A fifth guard? It made him suspicious. Pressing his palms against the floor, his chains rattled as he sat up on his hip and stared at where he knew the door was. Frank paused, listening closely to the muffled voices until what sounded like a struggle occurred. He was used to guards breaking protocol. One never knew when some family would bribe the prison guards to let one of those hitmen in to kill him. Frank log-rolled over to the wall left of the door and with his forearms posted on the floor, he curled his legs beneath himself. Pushing off the floor, he sat upright on his knees and rose to his feet. With his back pressed against the wall, he waited, waiting for whatever hitman was outside that door to open his cell and peek inside. Curling and uncurling his fingers, he cracked them as he was prepared to throw his weight into the intruder and grapple him.<br/><br/><strong>Open sesame.</strong> The cell door opened and Frank had been expecting light from the hall to pour in. Instead, poking his head in was a man that he hadn’t been expecting. His eyes had adapted to the dark lighting, he supposed that the fact the power was out was a good thing for he was in no mood to be blinded. <strong>As I live and breathe. Good to see you again, Frank.</strong><br/><br/>Frank scowled, regarding the vampire suspiciously.<br/><br/>“What the hell do you want?” he asked gruffly. His throat felt so dry and unused that his voice sounded scratchy. Frank hadn’t spoken in a long time.<br/><br/><strong>Cavalry’s arrived. Now put on that guard uniform and let’s get you outta here. We got a looo~ot of catchin’ up to do, and some people to <em>punish.</em></strong><br/><br/>It was then Blade disappeared back outside the cell and tossed in two full-grown unconscious guards as though they had been small children. Frank didn’t bother to question him further for he figured that he would learn more in due time. He wanted out of prison, and he wasn’t about to pass up any opportunity he had to leave. Hell…he had to get back at…<br/><br/>Another scuffle Frank heard in the hallway made him freeze. Did Eric bring a friend? Two more guards were thrown into the cell by…speak of the fucking devil.<br/><br/><strong>We need to move.</strong><br/><br/>Frank’s face immediately hardened into a deep scowl at the sight of Matt Murdock, the fucker who had put him in here in the first place.<br/><br/>“You sure you want to give me a gun?” Frank grumbled to Blade as he walked over to one of the downed guards and patted about his belt until he produced a ring of keys. He began quickly flipping through the keys, stabbing each one into the cuff hole until he figured it would be quicker if he just…<br/><br/>“Give me a hand,” Frank said to Blade as he chimed over to him with his fists outstretched. He knew the Daywalker could easily break his cuffs. Once his wrists and ankles were free, Frank turned to the folded up uniform and quickly dressed into it. He grabbed a few extra M9s and magazines that he stuffed into the compartments of his belt. Seeing The Punisher dressed in a tan and black prison guard costume might have been a nightmare to some inmates, but if it hadn’t been for his neglected grooming that made his face bristlier than a porcupine’s ass, he might have actually looked the role.<br/><br/>He checked the chamber of each of his pistols, locking each bullet in so that they were ready to immediately fire when he needed them. Stepping out of the cell into the hallway, Frank rolled his shoulders and rotated his arms. It had been a long while since he had been able to raise his arms above his head. Frank stopped when he realized that he was getting ahead of his rescuer (he was eager to be back on the outside). He glanced back at Blade.<br/><br/>“After you.”</span>