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[ofstarlight]

AU SCENARIOS OPEN POST !

» Hit this up for all kinds of scenarios. » Put my character's name in the subject line. If you leave it blank, I'll surprise you with a muse. » Prose and brackets are both welcomed. » Here are some possibilities but open to all sorts of things! Stranded. Arranged Marriage. Apocalypse / Post-Apocalypse. Assassins. Fake relationships / engagements / marriages. Victorian Era. Fairy Tales. Mythology. The Hunger Games. Harry Potter. The 100. Pick one of my characters: here.

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[herlead]

[ The look on Frank's face mesmerized her and she nearly felt frozen in face of so much emotion from him, the raw sort outside of rage and payback. She knew the emotions existed, of course, with all the moments they shared together but this went beyond all of that. The lingering sadness there she knew all too well, something she experienced anytime she thought of her own family demise. ]

Wait. I think we have enough time for you to play a few chords. Come on, Frank!

[ She gave her very best smile and 'please' eyes. ]

[thegoodbad]

[Despite her earnest begging Frank doesn't relent, sighing through his nose and insisting she take it back with a small wave of his wrist.]

We're not here for fun. If you want to play games, you can go home.

[It's harsher than necessary and Frank hears it after the fact, but he doesn't back down. There's many reasons he would refuse but right now he's pretending the only one is because they're in danger.]

We're not alone here and don't need added attention.

[herlead]

[ The bright smile on her face slid off at his tone because she never expected him to be so dismissing of her. But why had she expected anything else? Taking the guitar back, she kept a tight smile on her face as she set the guitar down. ]

Okay, Frank.

[ Without saying another word, she turned on her heel and started down one of the corridors in search of her flashdrive again. It would help her with meeting the current deadline set in place. Becoming a reporter really made sense and she did not need Frank's help with it.

Turning the corner, she reached up to grab for a box. ]

[thegoodbad]

[Guilt stings at her resignation but Frank can't turn back now. She was only trying to do something fun but this isn't the time for it. He needs her to focus.

His lips press tight together as they continue on, Frank keeping guard and sweeping the area as Karen gets what she needs. His mind keeps returning to that damn old, dusty guitar, wondering if he still remembers how to play if he had the chance. Not here, not now.]

Maybe when we're alone somewhere. [He blurts out blunt and random amidst the silence, creeping up beside a window to look at the darkened streets outside.] Not sure if I even remember my chords.

[herlead]

[ Sometimes, she still wondered if Frank did suffer from ptsd or something similar to it. How could someone endure as much as he had and not end up with lingering nightmares and flashbacks? With what she went through, she had trouble sleeping and sometimes it crept over her at the worst possible moments. If Frank really didn't suffer, he had a willpower she never would.

Fingers digging around inside, she grabbed for the flashdrive, shoving it into her coats pocket. Yes. Shoving the box onto the shelf, her eye caught onto something before she moved away. It looked like a trail of blood. Never a good sign. ]

Only if you want to. [ She responded to his offer, taking a few steps forward. ] I don't want to make you uncomfortable.

[thegoodbad]

Page, you never make me uncomfortable.

[Not intentionally, at the very least. He glances back over to her from his spot, nodding toward the box and shelf.]

Find what you're looking for? We should get out of here.

[herlead]

[ She gave him a look of disbelief but decided not to press it since it wouldn't help anything and she didn't want Frank to close up on her. It took awhile to reach the point they were at and clearly they had a ways to go. She had the patience and stubborn attitude to wait for it, though. ]

All ready to go. Can we go out the way we came?

[ Her eyes kept lingering on the blood. ] How new is this stain?