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● ● ● frank groves.txt
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MOOD: Worried, stressed
LOCATION: Palmetti's / Outside City Hall
INTERACTIONS: Richard/Boruth, Kel, Celeste, Albert & Walker
MENTIONS: screaming armadillo queanbean mariee Typhra ditto
Frank put on a face of hurt at Kel’s words. “Mate, you’re killing me here. So many free offers… and yet not a single one aimed at your trusty regular.” His head quickly jerked to look at the girl again when she mentioned the recent murders that had been happening all around town. He did happen to know a thing or two about that… but he couldn’t exactly share that with the group. Sadly, it was top secret. The blonde ran a hand through his already messy hair and grinned. “Now, I’m not actually a vampire. But if I were, maybe wearing garlic around your neck would repel me?” He let out a laugh after that and returned to look at his empty glass, still chuckling. Just as he was about to order a shot or two of something tasty, he felt the phone in his pocket vibrate.
He squinted at the bright screen. Several missed calls and a bunch of texts from Walker. Just by looking at the lock screen, he could read the last one: “The mayor is dead! The mayor is dead!” Despite his intoxicated mind not quite grasping the severity of the situation, he quickly tapped his teammate’s name to call him back. “Are you taking the piss, mate? Where are you?” His voice was a bit agitated as his stress levels were rising, but you were still able to hear the alcohol through the phone.
The man pocketed his phone again and gave an apologetic look to the group that had gathered. “Terribly sorry, lads, but I’ve gotta go see a man about a dog.” He rose from his seat onto unsteady legs and leaned over the bar, looking at Kel. “Hey, what about a shot for the road, ey?”
As he exited Palmetti’s, the cold air bit into him and he sobered up a bit. “Fuck… what way is City Hall?” he murmured. After giving the maps app a look on his phone, he set on his way. Frank was a tall fellow and his legs, therefore, allowed for quite long steps, but the alcohol in his system prevented him from going very fast. Eventually, he got there though, and when he saw the building ablaze, he ran the last bit.
“What the bloody hell happened here, Hernández?” Frank’s hands came to rest on his knees as he bent down slightly, catching his breath and trying to stop the world from spinning so terribly. “Is- Is the mayor in there?” he panted. “He really is brown bread*, then, huh?”
*brown bread: cockney rhyming slang for dead
He squinted at the bright screen. Several missed calls and a bunch of texts from Walker. Just by looking at the lock screen, he could read the last one: “The mayor is dead! The mayor is dead!” Despite his intoxicated mind not quite grasping the severity of the situation, he quickly tapped his teammate’s name to call him back. “Are you taking the piss, mate? Where are you?” His voice was a bit agitated as his stress levels were rising, but you were still able to hear the alcohol through the phone.
The man pocketed his phone again and gave an apologetic look to the group that had gathered. “Terribly sorry, lads, but I’ve gotta go see a man about a dog.” He rose from his seat onto unsteady legs and leaned over the bar, looking at Kel. “Hey, what about a shot for the road, ey?”
As he exited Palmetti’s, the cold air bit into him and he sobered up a bit. “Fuck… what way is City Hall?” he murmured. After giving the maps app a look on his phone, he set on his way. Frank was a tall fellow and his legs, therefore, allowed for quite long steps, but the alcohol in his system prevented him from going very fast. Eventually, he got there though, and when he saw the building ablaze, he ran the last bit.
“What the bloody hell happened here, Hernández?” Frank’s hands came to rest on his knees as he bent down slightly, catching his breath and trying to stop the world from spinning so terribly. “Is- Is the mayor in there?” he panted. “He really is brown bread*, then, huh?”
*brown bread: cockney rhyming slang for dead
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Frank put on a face of hurt at Kel’s words. “Mate, you’re killing me here. So many free offers… and yet not a single one aimed at your trusty regular.” His head quickly jerked to look at the girl again when she mentioned the recent murders that had been happening all around town. He did happen to know a thing or two about that… but he couldn’t exactly share that with the group. Sadly, it was top secret. The blonde ran a hand through his already messy hair and grinned. “Now, I’m not actually a vampire. But if I were, maybe wearing garlic around your neck would repel me?” He let out a laugh after that and returned to look at his empty glass, still chuckling. Just as he was about to order a shot or two of something tasty, he felt the phone in his pocket vibrate.
He squinted at the bright screen. Several missed calls and a bunch of texts from Walker. Just by looking at the lock screen, he could read the last one: “The mayor is dead! The mayor is dead!” Despite his intoxicated mind not quite grasping the severity of the situation, he quickly tapped his teammate’s name to call him back. “Are you taking the piss, mate? Where are you?” His voice was a bit agitated as his stress levels were rising, but you were still able to hear the alcohol through the phone.
The man pocketed his phone again and gave an apologetic look to the group that had gathered. “Terribly sorry, lads, but I’ve gotta go see a man about a dog.” He rose from his seat onto unsteady legs and leaned over the bar, looking at Kel. “Hey, what about a shot for the road, ey?”
As he exited Palmetti’s, the cold air bit into him and he sobered up a bit. “Fuck… what way is City Hall?” he murmured. After giving the maps app a look on his phone, he set on his way. Frank was a tall fellow and his legs, therefore, allowed for quite long steps, but the alcohol in his system prevented him from going very fast. Eventually, he got there though, and when he saw the building ablaze, he ran the last bit.
“What the bloody hell happened here, Hernández?” Frank’s hands came to rest on his knees as he bent down slightly, catching his breath and trying to stop the world from spinning so terribly. “Is- Is the mayor in there?” he panted. “He really is brown bread, then, huh?”
*brown bread: cockney rhyming slang for dead
He squinted at the bright screen. Several missed calls and a bunch of texts from Walker. Just by looking at the lock screen, he could read the last one: “The mayor is dead! The mayor is dead!” Despite his intoxicated mind not quite grasping the severity of the situation, he quickly tapped his teammate’s name to call him back. “Are you taking the piss, mate? Where are you?” His voice was a bit agitated as his stress levels were rising, but you were still able to hear the alcohol through the phone.
The man pocketed his phone again and gave an apologetic look to the group that had gathered. “Terribly sorry, lads, but I’ve gotta go see a man about a dog.” He rose from his seat onto unsteady legs and leaned over the bar, looking at Kel. “Hey, what about a shot for the road, ey?”
As he exited Palmetti’s, the cold air bit into him and he sobered up a bit. “Fuck… what way is City Hall?” he murmured. After giving the maps app a look on his phone, he set on his way. Frank was a tall fellow and his legs, therefore, allowed for quite long steps, but the alcohol in his system prevented him from going very fast. Eventually, he got there though, and when he saw the building ablaze, he ran the last bit.
“What the bloody hell happened here, Hernández?” Frank’s hands came to rest on his knees as he bent down slightly, catching his breath and trying to stop the world from spinning so terribly. “Is- Is the mayor in there?” he panted. “He really is brown bread, then, huh?”
*brown bread: cockney rhyming slang for dead
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