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Topic Started: Dec 3 2010, 01:47 AM (1,758 Views)
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((Frankie Fiametta, continued from The Worst Bath Ever.))

Ily had killed someone in cold blood.

Ily had killed someone in cold blood and won a prize for it.

Frankie repeated that in her head. Over and over. It just didn't make any sense. Ily was the calm one, the sensible one. While she and Rosa were off partying, he was the one that stayed behind to clean up the shit and the piss and the vomit they left in their wake. He was supposed to be the responsible one, and he'd killed someone in cold blood.

Her own brother was a killer. A murderer. What the fuck was she supposed to say to that? She had to find him. She had to find him, and she had to find Rosa, too. Maybe if they found each other they'd be able to figure out what the fuck happened.

But did she want to find Ily if he was going around killing people?

Frankie didn't know. She just didn't know any more.

Frankie kept her head low, not looking at skankbags Jen, or pussywhipped Morgan, or the Paparazzi bitch whose name she had forgotten. They just stared. Just kept staring at her, like they were waiting for her to explode. Gawking at her like she was some kind of fucking museum piece. The paparazzi offered some pitiful fucking attempt at trying to make conversation, half trying to console her, half trying to get opinions on how big an asshole Ily had to be. She asked how bad a situation it would have to be for Ily to defend himself. Frankie bet those fuckers barely even knew him. They were probably going to go on about how he was a fucking monster, and they barely fucking knew him. But... the Ily she knew- the Ily she thought she knew- wouldn't do that. The Ily she knew wouldn't flat out murder someone at the drop of a hat. She listened to the awkward responses.

She gritted her teeth. For once in her life, Frankie said nothing.

When whatever the idiots were planning inevitably crapped out, she needed to find Ily and Rosa. Find them and figure out what the fuck was going on. That much was certain to her now. She had been holding out on them finding her first, of course, but that wasn't looking all that fucking likely, taking into consideration the fact they'd been there for like a week now and it hadn't happened yet. Frankie was gonna have to be the one to take some fucking initiative and find her slut of a sister and her murderer of a brother.

Yeah, Ily had some explaining to do when she found him, that much was clear. She'd figure out where the fuck he and Rosa had wound up, go get Ily, ask him what the fuck he was doing and calm him down if he was being a hysterical bitch, then they'd go pick up her whore of a sister. They'd find her off sucking off the football team in return for protection or some shit. Ily'd berate her. Frankie'd call her a whore. Then they'd go walk off into the fucking sunset.

Frankie wasn't sure if it was from lack of nicotine or just shock, but she started shaking.
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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Still staring. They were still staring. For the love of God, people, stop staring. She was okay with the silence, and the fact they were all pretending that they actually gave a crap about her brother being a fucking murderer, but if they don't stop staring soon I am going to fucking scream.

Morgan offered a few words to try and comfort her. Well, by a few, she meant three. Yeah, Frankie counted. Why? It wasn't his brother that'd killed someone.

Jen tried to offer her a talk, a shoulder to cry on. So fucking condescending. But then again, did she really expect any better from the second banana for the prestigious title of Bayview Bicycle? Still shaking. Needed a smoke, some pot, even some of Ily's anxiety medication would've done the trick. But no, she had to have gone left her fucking bag before she'd fell into in the fucking tunnels.

"I'm fine." Frankie spat back. "Really."

Marion started passing bread around, stopping at Morgan. Yeah, that'd fucking help. Bread. That'd take their minds off of everything. That'd really fucking help. Gave Frankie an idea, though. Take her mind off of stuff. That'd be an idea right now. Get a move on with that damned plan, too. Sooner they finished that, sooner she could get off this island, ditch their asses, and go the hell home.

Frankie grabbed her bag, threw it over her shoulders. Struggled to her feet. Keep herself busy. Wouldn't have to think about it. Still shaking. Fucking hell. She half considered asking for a smoke. No, they wouldn't have anything on them. Frankie figured Jen probably popped pills more than she smoked, and Morgan would give her a nice cup of chamomile tea and some biscuits or some shit.

"Listen, if we've got a fucking plan, let's just go and fucking do it, alright?" Frankie looked down, didn't want to make eye contact. Fucking staring at her again. "I'd rather do something right now, rather than just sit around waiting for our asses to blow the fuck up."

"Y'know," She shook her head. "If you guys don't mind and 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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Frankie shook her head. Her standing up and telling them to fucking get a move on didn't motivate them as much as she hoped it would. Fuck it, then. Not much she could do about that, really. Saying nothing, Frankie slumped back down, keeping her bag on her back in case of a "Holy Shit, Frankie, you're right! We should go and do shit and actually try to find a way out of here instead of sitting around eating bread and sucking each other's' dicks!" Hardly fucking likely, she knew, but she kept a glimmer of hope that it would be.

Morgan started spazzing out about something. What was it? A boat? Why would a boat help? Why would they need a fucking boat? God that was so fucking immature wh-

Fuck. Fuck! It all made perfect sense. Frankie Looked a while away, but fuck, she would risk it to get the fuck out of this dump.

"Pinch me, I'm fucking dreaming..." Frankie put a hand over her eyes. "I take it all back. No, really, fucking all of it back. You did have something."

She got to her feet, stretching her legs, taking one last look at the boat before they started heading down the mountain. Okay, maybe she could tolerate these fuckers for just that little bit longer. This was it. Morgan had found them a way out. Rosa? Ily? Fuck it. They had their chance to get off, but she was the one who got the way out. Ily had killed someone! She was going to get out of there with these fuckers, be declared a national hero or something, get the fuck back home, and smoke an entire fucking pound of weed to celebrate.

Not long now. She'd be home soon.

((Frankie Fiametta, continued in Make/Break.))
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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