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and it was mentally taxing on her just thinking about it, but she wouldn’t let that show, would she? and she wasn’t about to go and talk about it with the first person she saw. she knew nobody in this place, the only person she could really find herself talking to being- dammit, she can’t rely on him anymore. she had to stop being so disgustingly dependent.
she couldn’t worry about that now, though. the woman, sat on a large blanket, pulled her knees closer to her chest, eyes focused fully on the book in her hand. beside her laid her new companion, erebus, pressed up against her hip with his head on her foot. frankie’s eyebrows furrowed as her eyes scanned the words on the pages, shifting in her seat every so often. she brought one hand up to her mouth to lightly nibble at her thumb nail, a bad habit she had picked up on over the years. speaking of bad habits, she had forgotten her cigarettes before coming down to the beach and she was starting to crave a smoke. she only hoped that whoever came across her would spare her a cancer stick.
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//tw for mentions of death and murder
Fate was a funny thing.
For years, years and years and years, they had done everything She bid them do, went everywhere She wanted them to go. Her will guided their life, and for their devotion She had often been kind. Not always, as cruel and unfair as She was, there had to be some balance. They couldn't have it all without some caveat, their evil couldn't go unpunished.
But claiming the recent events followed a strict binary of reward and punishment, good and bad? No, they couldn't do that. It felt like some sort of sick joke that She was playing on them, sending the only father figure to their house, making them follow through on their promise to kill him. Then, after taking his body back to his family, digging his grave and putting him in the ground... They come home to find that their real father, that they thought died when they were three, was alive and well and there. So that was a lot for a very short time.
Then they also had to deal with the fact that their best and only friend was captured, which made focusing on the family drama that much harder. Oh and, wait a second, who the fuck was that? Someone new, what the hell was her name? Franklin? Something like that? "You're new." State the obvious, why don't you? "What was your name?"
[spoiler=IF YOU DONT KNOW NOW YOU KNOW && INFO && 05/26/19] GENERAL welcome to the end of eras, ice has melted back to life
⇥ Given name is Scott Mathew Darrow ⇥ Goes only by Catalyst or Cat
⇥ Assigned male at birth ⇥ Agender ⇥ They/Them pronouns only
⇥ Twenty-one ⇥ Born 11/27/17 ⇥ Sagittarius ⇥ Real time aging
⇥ Boss (leader) of the Badlands ⇥ Ex prisoner of the Badlands
⇥ Ex cultist (Mourningstar) ⇥ Ex member of the Young Rogues
RECENT EVENTS done my time and served my sentence
⇥ 05/26/39 ⇥ Cat returned to the Badlands
⇥ 05/17/39 ⇥ Left to bring Derick's body home
⇥ 05/17/39 ⇥ Had a bit of an identity crisis start
⇥ 05/17/39 ⇥ Made up with Molly, had a heart to heart with Gavril
⇥ 05/17/39 ⇥ Had a confrontation with Derick and killed him
APPEARANCE dress me up and watch me die
⇥ Catalyst is 6'2" tall; they possess a lean and muscular body, one that has a variety of old scars adorning it. One of the easiest to notice is one that stretches down their right cheek. While not a scar, one very notable marking on their chest is the "BL" brand. They have two piercings, one in their tongue and the other in the cartilage of their left ear. They typically dress in dark colors (favoring jackets with some sort of writing on the back), and their hair is black. They're not all dark, however, as they have pale blue eyes that peer out from beneath medium-sized eyebrows.
PERSONALITY if it feels good, tastes good, it must be mine
⇥ Catalyst is ambitious, with the cunning and ruthlessness to reach their goals by any means necessary. They can be brutal when they feel it is needed, however when it's not they won't bother. They tend to be rather aloof and apathetic to most things and people, with some very rare exceptions. Provided those around them don't cross a few specific lines, they're content to leave them be, though they've been known to take an interest in some people, which seldom has a positive end for whoever their interest is in. They can be manipulative, and will often encourage people to make bad decisions. Those that stick by them will be rewarded, but those that do not will be cast out, as they've been outcast for their entire life and have learned to appreciate loyalty wherever they can find it. Even during the most stressful of situations, they usually keep a firm grip on their temper and keep their calm, though when they do snap and lose their temper, it is uncontrollable. They're remarkably observant, often able to deign much from subtle clues in what people say, how they say it and how they act.
RELATIONS dynasty decapitated, you just might see a ghost tonight
⇥ Molly Darrow x Austin Darrow ⇥ No siblings
⇥ Adopted parent of Molly Valentina Darrow-Lupei (Mo)
⇥ Pansexual/Panromantic ⇥ Very much taken ⇥ One Crush
⇥ Not looking but it happened ⇥ Rarely forms romantic attachment
⇥ Holds most people at arms length and doesn't get close
INTERACTION i'm taking back the c r o w n
⇥ Hard physically ⇥ Hard mentally ⇥ Doesn't let their guard down
⇥ Is most comfortable with close ranged-weapons ⇥ Dislikes guns
⇥ Brass knuckles ⇥ A variety of knives ⇥ Carries a handgun
⇥ Will kill/capture/maim in certain circumstances
⇥ Will leave things be in others ⇥ Will start & finish fights
⇥ No kill/capture/maim without permission
⇥ Peaceful powerplay allowed but they may react negatively
⇥ Dislikes almost any sort of touch unless they initiate or agree to it
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I HAD THIS FEELING THAT YOU'D BETRAY ME ——————
IF I GAVE TOO MUCH AND YOU TOOK TOO MUCH ——————
there's blood on the leaves / there's blood on the sands I ——————
FEEL HIS GRACE S L O W L Y RUNNING OUT ——————
GIVE ME TRUTH GIVE ME A WAY OUT (I GOT A BONE TO PICK) ——————
[align=center] SOMEBODY [I]SHOWED YOU ALL OF THE HORRORS YOU WEREN'T BORN WITH IT ——————
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❝ uh.. yeah, ❞ she confirmed with a single eyebrow raised. she shifts in her entire body towards them and raised her arm up over her forehead to block the glaring sun from burning her eyes. frankie realized she could probably take this chance to steal a cigarette and a small smirk crossed her lips. ❝ maybe i'll tell you if you lend me a cigarette. that is, if you smoke. ❞ she throws them a quick wink and finger guns, trying her best not to show how desperate she was about it.
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 things had been rather quiet in the badlands. addy wanted to think of it as a good thing, but addy over the years had grown so used to quiet being a bad thing. a calm before the storm. that still didn’t stop him from walking around, scoping the scene sometimes to see if there was anything particularly awry. and, today, it simply seemed like the only thing slightly out of place was that someone was actually reading, sitting on a blanket, out at the beach.. it was enough to catch the eye. how come the world has gone to shit, and people still find it entertaining to relax and read? seemed more like boring bullshit than something that could catch the eye.
as he got closer, he noticed that catalyst had beat him there. figures. the leader always seemed to be a step ahead of the redhead (not that he was surprised, just constantly noticed this). walking up to the group, he simply got there in enough time to hear the person - frankie - saying they’ll tell them.. something if they lended her a cigarette. last addy had seen of frankie, he hadn’t exactly been welcoming -- he hadn’t wanted her just welcomed in with open arms, at least… perhaps this could be his one chance of redemption. it wasn’t him being nice, just him… fuck, he didn’t know. trying to get rid of some cigarettes so he didn’t die of lung cancer or some shit like that. digging a pack out of his pocket, he held it out for her. “here. take one.â€Â
//sorry about this post wow
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[align=center] bio - @elysian - tags
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frankie wouldn't mind the idea of dying over, what she thought to be, a relaxing habit. shit, if you asked her she'd say she was "trying to hurry this shit up." she wasn't the most optimistic about life, and simply looked at it as painfully boring. you just grew old and you died. sometimes you did some shit in between, but for the most part that was basically it. she never saw herself getting anywhere, either. she was just going to stay at the bottom of the chain her whole life, alone, with no real intention of having a family of her own. why bother bringing someone into this world just to suffer through it the way you have? that's how she saw it.
cigarettes and alcohol was what was going to "spice up" her time here on this giant piece of rock that mindlessly floated around in space. she was only one person and she was never going to make an impact on the world. at least she was honest with herself. who could love this? she could barely love herself, but she never passed up an opportunity to act like she felt superior to others. it's what gave her, her energy if you will.
when addy appears next offering her cigarettes, she can't help the gasp that escapes her. ❝ holy shit, dude! thanks! ❞ she takes the box so she can properly grab a cigarette from it then hands it to him. ❝ do you got a way to light it on you? ❞ frankie asked with a little tilt of her head, almost similar to the way her confused canine companion's head was while looking between cat and addy.
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A cigarette? They had to resist the urge to sigh; another nicotine addict, another person that didn't care that they were blackening their lungs. What, did she think she was gonna get killed off in a violent place like this before the lung cancer could do the work? "I don't smoke. If you smell smoke on me, it's probably just from my boyfriend." Granted, Gavril smoked weed, not cigarettes, which was a little better.
And then Addy came through. Yay for Frankie. They were just glad he wasn't supplying their mom again. "I don't have a lighter either. But I live to disappoint." Their tone for the second bit was dripping in sarcasm, though their face remained serious. "You gonna keep hiding your name or am I gonna have to ask him?" They jerked their head in Addy's direction
//wow this is so bad and late I'm sorry
[spoiler=IF YOU DONT KNOW NOW YOU KNOW && INFO && 05/31/19] GENERAL welcome to the end of eras, ice has melted back to life
⇥ Given name is Scott Mathew Darrow ⇥ Goes only by Catalyst or Cat
⇥ Assigned male at birth ⇥ Agender ⇥ They/Them pronouns only
⇥ Twenty-one ⇥ Born 11/27/17 ⇥ Sagittarius ⇥ Real time aging
⇥ Boss (leader) of the Badlands ⇥ Ex prisoner of the Badlands
⇥ Ex cultist (Mourningstar) ⇥ Ex member of the Young Rogues
RECENT EVENTS done my time and served my sentence
⇥ 05/31/39 ⇥ Went on a mission to rescue Creed from the Insurrection
⇥ 05/26/39 ⇥ Reunited with their father
⇥ 05/26/39 ⇥ Cat returned to the Badlands
⇥ 05/17/39 ⇥ Left to bring Derick's body home
⇥ 05/17/39 ⇥ Had a bit of an identity crisis start
⇥ 05/17/39 ⇥ Made up with Molly, had a heart to heart with Gavril
⇥ 05/17/39 ⇥ Had a confrontation with Derick and killed him
APPEARANCE dress me up and watch me die
⇥ Catalyst is 6'2" tall; they possess a lean and muscular body, one that has a variety of old scars adorning it. One of the easiest to notice is one that stretches down their right cheek. While not a scar, one very notable marking on their chest is the "BL" brand. They have two piercings, one in their tongue and the other in the cartilage of their left ear. They typically dress in dark colors (favoring jackets with some sort of writing on the back), and their hair is black. They're not all dark, however, as they have pale blue eyes that peer out from beneath medium-sized eyebrows.
PERSONALITY if it feels good, tastes good, it must be mine
⇥ Catalyst is ambitious, with the cunning and ruthlessness to reach their goals by any means necessary. They can be brutal when they feel it is needed, however when it's not they won't bother. They tend to be rather aloof and apathetic to most things and people, with some very rare exceptions. Provided those around them don't cross a few specific lines, they're content to leave them be, though they've been known to take an interest in some people, which seldom has a positive end for whoever their interest is in. They can be manipulative, and will often encourage people to make bad decisions. Those that stick by them will be rewarded, but those that do not will be cast out, as they've been outcast for their entire life and have learned to appreciate loyalty wherever they can find it. Even during the most stressful of situations, they usually keep a firm grip on their temper and keep their calm, though when they do snap and lose their temper, it is uncontrollable. They're remarkably observant, often able to deign much from subtle clues in what people say, how they say it and how they act.
RELATIONS dynasty decapitated, you just might see a ghost tonight
⇥ Molly Darrow x Austin Darrow ⇥ No siblings
⇥ Adopted parent of Molly Valentina Darrow-Lupei (Mo)
⇥ Pansexual/Panromantic ⇥ Very much taken ⇥ One Crush
⇥ Not looking but it happened ⇥ Rarely forms romantic attachment
⇥ Holds most people at arms length and doesn't get close
INTERACTION i'm taking back the c r o w n
⇥ Hard physically ⇥ Hard mentally ⇥ Doesn't let their guard down
⇥ Is most comfortable with close ranged-weapons ⇥ Dislikes guns
⇥ Brass knuckles ⇥ A variety of knives ⇥ Carries a handgun
⇥ Will kill/capture/maim in certain circumstances
⇥ Will leave things be in others ⇥ Will start & finish fights
⇥ No kill/capture/maim without permission
⇥ Peaceful powerplay allowed but they may react negatively
⇥ Dislikes almost any sort of touch unless they initiate or agree to it
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I HAD THIS FEELING THAT YOU'D BETRAY ME ——————
IF I GAVE TOO MUCH AND YOU TOOK TOO MUCH ——————
there's blood on the leaves / there's blood on the sands I ——————
FEEL HIS GRACE S L O W L Y RUNNING OUT ——————
GIVE ME TRUTH GIVE ME A WAY OUT (I GOT A BONE TO PICK) ——————
[align=center] SOMEBODY [I]SHOWED YOU ALL OF THE HORRORS YOU WEREN'T BORN WITH IT ——————
[align=center][div style="background=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 435px; font-size: 8pt; color: #808080; line-height: 120%; font-family: arial; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: 1.5px;"]â€â€- & ❝ oh shit, yeah, ❞ she mumbled beneath her breath having completely forgotten to introduce herself. frankie stands up on her feet and brushes any sand, that might've found its way onto her leggings, off. she places the unlit cigarette between her teeth and holds her hand out for cat to take and shake. ❝ frankie, dude. i'm frankie. ❞ she flashes him a little smile, though it's forced and most definitely fake but she's able to pull it off as genuine. she wouldn't care to come off nice if she didn't have to, but she assumed if she wanted to stick around she'd have to keep a decent attitude long enough.
whether or not cat took her hand or not, frankie would drop her hand back to her side and sighs. she lazily motions to the ebony canine beside her and, in a barely audible mumble, tells cat his name, ❝ this is erebus or whatever. hasn't left me alone, so i'm stuck with 'im. ❞
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After the briefest moment, they accepted the extended hand, giving it a couple good shakes before releasing it. They weren't such an apocalypse baby that they didn't know basic manners; Derick had made sure that they knew how to be a perfect gentleperson, though whether or not they actually used those skills was another matter. After all, if they were perfectly well behaved at the bar, they would get people wondering what the fuck they were up to.
"Cat." Normally they'd introduce themself as Catalyst, but when it came time to say the last two syllables, they couldn't get them past their lips. For a whole list of reasons, they weren't all that keen on using the name that Derick had given them, but they weren't about to change it back to Scott or something else entirely. So... Cat. At least for now. They cast a glance down at the canine and shrugged; dogs weren't really their sort of animal, and they didn't have much nice to say about them.
[spoiler=IF YOU DONT KNOW NOW YOU KNOW && INFO && 05/31/19] GENERAL welcome to the end of eras, ice has melted back to life
⇥ Given name is Scott Mathew Darrow ⇥ Goes only by Catalyst or Cat
⇥ Assigned male at birth ⇥ Agender ⇥ They/Them pronouns only
⇥ Twenty-one ⇥ Born 11/27/17 ⇥ Sagittarius ⇥ Real time aging
⇥ Boss (leader) of the Badlands ⇥ Ex prisoner of the Badlands
⇥ Ex cultist (Mourningstar) ⇥ Ex member of the Young Rogues
RECENT EVENTS done my time and served my sentence
⇥ 05/31/39 ⇥ Went on a mission to rescue Creed from the Insurrection
⇥ 05/26/39 ⇥ Reunited with their father
⇥ 05/26/39 ⇥ Cat returned to the Badlands
⇥ 05/17/39 ⇥ Left to bring Derick's body home
⇥ 05/17/39 ⇥ Had a bit of an identity crisis start
⇥ 05/17/39 ⇥ Made up with Molly, had a heart to heart with Gavril
⇥ 05/17/39 ⇥ Had a confrontation with Derick and killed him
APPEARANCE dress me up and watch me die
⇥ Catalyst is 6'2" tall; they possess a lean and muscular body, one that has a variety of old scars adorning it. One of the easiest to notice is one that stretches down their right cheek. While not a scar, one very notable marking on their chest is the "BL" brand. They have two piercings, one in their tongue and the other in the cartilage of their left ear. They typically dress in dark colors (favoring jackets with some sort of writing on the back), and their hair is black. They're not all dark, however, as they have pale blue eyes that peer out from beneath medium-sized eyebrows.
PERSONALITY if it feels good, tastes good, it must be mine
⇥ Catalyst is ambitious, with the cunning and ruthlessness to reach their goals by any means necessary. They can be brutal when they feel it is needed, however when it's not they won't bother. They tend to be rather aloof and apathetic to most things and people, with some very rare exceptions. Provided those around them don't cross a few specific lines, they're content to leave them be, though they've been known to take an interest in some people, which seldom has a positive end for whoever their interest is in. They can be manipulative, and will often encourage people to make bad decisions. Those that stick by them will be rewarded, but those that do not will be cast out, as they've been outcast for their entire life and have learned to appreciate loyalty wherever they can find it. Even during the most stressful of situations, they usually keep a firm grip on their temper and keep their calm, though when they do snap and lose their temper, it is uncontrollable. They're remarkably observant, often able to deign much from subtle clues in what people say, how they say it and how they act.
RELATIONS dynasty decapitated, you just might see a ghost tonight
⇥ Molly Darrow x Austin Darrow ⇥ No siblings
⇥ Adopted parent of Molly Valentina Darrow-Lupei (Mo)
⇥ Pansexual/Panromantic ⇥ Very much taken ⇥ One Crush
⇥ Not looking but it happened ⇥ Rarely forms romantic attachment
⇥ Holds most people at arms length and doesn't get close
INTERACTION i'm taking back the c r o w n
⇥ Hard physically ⇥ Hard mentally ⇥ Doesn't let their guard down
⇥ Is most comfortable with close ranged-weapons ⇥ Dislikes guns
⇥ Brass knuckles ⇥ A variety of knives ⇥ Carries a handgun
⇥ Will kill/capture/maim in certain circumstances
⇥ Will leave things be in others ⇥ Will start & finish fights
⇥ No kill/capture/maim without permission
⇥ Peaceful powerplay allowed but they may react negatively
⇥ Dislikes almost any sort of touch unless they initiate or agree to it
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I HAD THIS FEELING THAT YOU'D BETRAY ME ——————
IF I GAVE TOO MUCH AND YOU TOOK TOO MUCH ——————
there's blood on the leaves / there's blood on the sands I ——————
FEEL HIS GRACE S L O W L Y RUNNING OUT ——————
GIVE ME TRUTH GIVE ME A WAY OUT (I GOT A BONE TO PICK) ——————
[align=center] SOMEBODY [I]SHOWED YOU ALL OF THE HORRORS YOU WEREN'T BORN WITH IT ——————
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