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[The scene opens on... an enormous thumb. A regular thumb, as Frankie goes to turn the screen off, but instead switches it to record video and sets the device on the table. He moves offscreen and returns with a big ol' plate of food, which he sets down, sits down, and digs into it ( Read more... )

I don't wanna talk about it, ok, but I've done some bad shit in my life. Real bad. Kinda thing you don't make up for.

Don't think it's the City's business, though.

[ooc; his biggest weakness? lots and lots of guilt.]

This office is slick and modern; well-appointed but not cluttered. There’s a massive white desk, with a comfortable, large chair behind it, and a smaller seat on the other side. Above it is an unfamiliar logo-- a large white circle with a rectangular piece bitten out. Everything is strangely lit from unlikely angles, the whole room crisscrossed ( Read more... )

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[The feed opens with a crack and a long minute of static as the device is knocked to the ground. At first blurry and double-edged, the picture comes into focus slowly, as though the mechanism is damaged. The sound is indistinct at best, often nothing more than the hiss of empty tape ( Read more... )

Look. I don't know how many of you there are now, I can't remember everything... but... I know I attacked people over the weekend. I wasn't-- I can't say I wasn't myself, but I wasn't who I am now. I was lost and sick and fucked up.

[Awkward pause, Frankie's not really the sort for public apologies but he probably owes one at this point ( Read more... )