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The Man-slut, the Cocktease and the Lover
Topic Started: Sep 19 2010, 05:19 PM (4,176 Views)
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((G066, Francesca Fiametta.))

Francesca Fiametta awoke to the familiar strains of a throbbing headache.

She didn't remember exactly how she had found herself lying face down on the tunnel floor, nor did she remember the mother of all shit-fits that caused her to trip and fall into the fucking tunnel in the first place. Frankie shakily pushed herself up, the mud of the tunnel floor coating her face in a mask that a beautician would say would do wonders for her complexion. But she wasn't here for a face pack and a fucking pedicure.

Nope, this was some fucking maniac's snuff film, and guess who just got cast as the leading lady. Fuck, she'd kill for a joint right now. Hell, she'd settle for some of Ily's medication.

Oh God, Ily, Rosa. Where are they?

She needed to find them. Fast. If they were in trouble, she'd need to. Frankie would never forgive herself if they got hurt, or... considering where she was, worse.

Frankie's teeth started to clash together rapidly and a chill ran down her spine. Fuck, it was cold down here. Even with her coat on, she was freezing. She needed to get up, warm herself up before she died of hypothermia or God knows what else killed people in the cold. Frostbite, was it? Yeah, that was the one. Her thin arms struggled to push her shivering body up. She was a fucking Soccer player, not a goddamned Weightlifter.

She struggled to her feet and took a couple of shaky steps forwards, trying to find her balance again. She was taking it slowly, trying to avoid faceplanting the ground. Baby Steps. Any progress at all was good progress.

Now that that was out of the way, Frankie could get moving. Trying to come out the way she came was, to put it as bluntly as possible, fucking impossible. She had absolutely no idea how long she'd been down there. Hours, maybe days? God, she didn't even know the fucking day she'd started on. Monday? Sure, let's go with Monday. Not like she'd brought a watch or anything. For all she knew, she'd been down there a week and everyone else had just upped and gone home.

Frankie pulled her cell phone out of her pocket, holding the power button until she got a response. Good, the thing still had a charge. She went down her adress book, stopping on Rosa, dialling the number and sticking the phone up to her ear.

"Please pick up, please pick up..." Frankie muttered under her breath, only to be met with a single, shrill tone.

Frankie checked the signal bar. Absolute Zero. Fuck. In hindsight, Frankie had no idea why it should've had signal, anyway. She had enough problems getting a signal in school, let alone underground. Frankie pocketed the phone and picked up her bag, not even bothering to look through it as she slung it over her shoulder and started walking.
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B035 - Ray Gilbert - DECEASED - Guy Fawkes Mask - Too Far Gone
G029 - Zoe Leverett - DECEASED - Machete - To Really Be Alone, To Pick At All the Bones
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[18:10] <Laurels> WWJD? Fuck corpses, apparently

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[15:16] <Naft> My college once nearly burned down because someone tried to make a bong out of dollar bills and the fire alarm didn't work
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Frankie continued truidging through the cavern, trying to keep to what little light there was instead of venturing into the pitch-black parts. As far as Frankie knew, she didn't have a torch, or indeed fucking anything on her. All she had was her useless fucking phone and the bag on her back, which she wasn't even sure was hers.

Frankie stopped dead in her tracks. For a second, she swore she could hear something. A number of voices, quietly echoing off the stone walls. Frankie stopped, and the voices stopped too. Fuck, was she hearing things now? No, there were people close-by. Frankie tensed up as she started walking again. It got a lot harder to move in the darkness, expecting an attack at any movement, eyeing the side-passageways with each step for assailants lying in wait.

It was this over-cautiousness, however, that caused her to collide with a sprinting asian girl holding an oar. This, would normally warrant taking a step back and checking that, yes, she did just see that asian run forwards, clutching a fucking oar as a weapon, and yes, she was rushing straight at her, but Frankie didn't have the luxury of time to think as the two girls collided, sending both crashing to the floor, the asian girl shrieking like a banshee and almost knocking Frankie back into unconsciousness.

Frankie collided with the floor with a dull thud. God, that hurt. She was struggling to breathe. Her chest felt tight, the bitch had fucking winded her. Had the bitch just shoulder tackled her? What the fuck had she done to her to deserve that shit? Groaning, Frankie rolled over and began, for the second time today, attempting to push herself up.

"The fuck was that for?" Frankie barked at the girl, slowly making her way back up to her feet. "What the fuck did I do to you, you stupid cunt?!"

And that was that. The bitch fucking curled up in a ball and turned on the waterworks. Frankie didn't fucking care. The asian was probably going to make it sound like it was Frankie's fault, like she didn't know where she was going, like she was the villain and the poor poor tiny asian girl only wanted to hide. Frankie wanted an answer, she wanted the bitch to explain herself. She wasn't particularly sure why, if she was honest. It wasn't really that much of a deal compared to the damage the asian could have done to her, but hey, wouldn't hurt to get the bitch to feel guilty about it.

"Hey, are you even fucking listening to me?" Frankie was close to grabbing the bitch and slapping her to get her out of wallowing in her self-pity, but she decided not to. It wouldn't be good to give anyone reason to believe it was her fault, and not the asian bitch's. "I'm fucking talking to you, listen to me!"
V5:
B035 - Ray Gilbert - DECEASED - Guy Fawkes Mask - Too Far Gone
G029 - Zoe Leverett - DECEASED - Machete - To Really Be Alone, To Pick At All the Bones
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[18:10] <Laurels> WWJD? Fuck corpses, apparently

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[15:16] <Naft> My college once nearly burned down because someone tried to make a bong out of dollar bills and the fire alarm didn't work
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((Really sorry for the delay.))

Frankie kept ranting. She didn't know why, really. It was more venting than anything. Venting her frustrations about anything and everything at the tiny Asian girl quivering and sobbing on the floor beneath her.

She heard voices again, getting louder, a crescendo of the dumbasses trying to coming to take the crying bitch's side. Fucking called it. The bitch turned on the waterworks and suddenly every retard in tin-foil wanting to be the knight in shining armor was coming out of the shadows. Great, she recognised half these fuckers, too. There was Feo, rivalled only by Jen R. in the "biggest slut in school who wasn't related to her" runnings, that punk girl's bitch who's name Frankie couldn't be fucked to remember and Ethan, that huge dickwad.

Then came the second shove of the day. Frankie managed to stay on her feet this time, although it took more effort than she'd care to admit in a hurry. Frankie steadied herself, before turning around and seeing just who the fuck she had to blame for that shit. Wait, fuck, was that...?

Great, Liz fucking Polanski, Just who she fucking needed right now. Covered in... oh fuck, was that blood? Was she covered in fucking blood? Oh shit, she was.

Right. Covered in blood. Frankie bet she'd just come off of some grizzly fucking massacre or some shit. She wouldn't have put it past Liz. Yeah, Right. Fuck that. Frankie didn't want to go anywhere near that shit in a hurry. Instead, she just left her to it and backed the fuck off. Hold up, someone just said her name. Frankie turned her head. Oh, right. Feo.

Frankie glanced back over, instead of murdering the asian girl, Liz seemed to be whispering sweet nothings in her ear while that punk girl's bitch fantasised over them, or something like that. Far cry from the bloody murder she was expecting, but fuck it. Whatever got their rocks off.

Feo, half naked as usual, said some shit about them all being fucked. From the state of her at that point, she probably meant that literally, but for Frankie, just served to shove her just that little bit further over the edge. Fuck this. Fuck this hard.

"Oh, I'm fine, Fee. Top of the fucking world right now." She looked Feo up and down as she moved to swipe the oar the crying bitch was holding. She was covered in fucking burns, for Christ's sake. She looked like she'd been fucking blown up and she was still flaunting her fucking goods to the world. Whatever. Her funeral if she wanted to get hypothermia or any of that good shit.

"Wait, you all look pretty fucking messed up. The fuck happened to you? Some asshole drop a nuke on you this morning?"

Frankie squirmed, pulling the straps of her bag further up her shoulder before they slipped off. She had a feeling she wouldn't like the answer at all.
V5:
B035 - Ray Gilbert - DECEASED - Guy Fawkes Mask - Too Far Gone
G029 - Zoe Leverett - DECEASED - Machete - To Really Be Alone, To Pick At All the Bones
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[18:10] <Laurels> WWJD? Fuck corpses, apparently

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[15:16] <Naft> My college once nearly burned down because someone tried to make a bong out of dollar bills and the fire alarm didn't work
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Right, so they did actually get blown the fuck up by some asshole. So she was right one that one. The one fucking situation she didn't particularly want to be right, either. Whatever, Tactfulness was never her strong point anyway. Ethan said something about Looney Tunes and how it was way better to explode in a cartoon. Seemed in keeping with whatever other kiddy shit he probably did.

"You mean you didn't have a handicapped space before?" Frankie spat back, pulling the strap of her bag up her shoulder again. Fucking thing kept falling down faster than Jen R.'s pants.

Frankie turned around, Feo and Ethan had vanished into the darkness. Gone and left her with fucking Duncan, of all the fucking people in school. Like hell was she staying with him. She'd find her own fucking way out. She didn't care if she had no fucking flashlight to light the way, or if she didn't have a fucking weapon, or if the bag full of her clothes were now probably in the hands of some immature cock-muncher who was probably spanking their pencil-dick over them while high off their fucking brains on her fucking stash. On national fucking television. The thing is, she wouldn't have put that past half the fucking school to do something like that.

Frankie looked around the cavern for other shit she'd probably need that had been dropped, discarded, stepped on, whatever the fuck the cunts in this fucking year could come up with. Nothing, fucking nothing. Well, no fucking use staying around, then. Frankie guessed if she followed the radio wires the Liz girl was creaming herself over earlier, she could get the fuck out of there without it requiring too much effort. She could get out of there, get a weapon or something, find Rosa and Ilario, get ranted at and insulted by both, rant and insult both, and split up in a pissy-fit right after.

Oh, and finding some pot would do fucking wonders.

Frankie turned to Duncan one last time before smiling and flipping him the bird.

"Peace out, fuckwad."

((Frankie Fiametta, continued in The Worst Bath Ever.))
V5:
B035 - Ray Gilbert - DECEASED - Guy Fawkes Mask - Too Far Gone
G029 - Zoe Leverett - DECEASED - Machete - To Really Be Alone, To Pick At All the Bones
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[15:16] <Naft> My college once nearly burned down because someone tried to make a bong out of dollar bills and the fire alarm didn't work
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