Realistic or Modern 𝐋𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐔𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐒 ! — an original roleplay.

[fleur de lis]

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las siluetas.

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a closed roleplay between puranormal & fleur de lis .


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[puranormal]

FRANKIE

hey, little hollywood

Frankie could've sworn that the walls of that damn building were closing in on him more and more as the day went on, and by the end of it, he'd be trapped and crushed from all sides-- pulped, like the way his once-small hands would rip and mangle the peaches his family would spend hours collecting, their faces scorned by the blazing sun of Californian summer.

The student body was simultaneously both bigger and smaller than he had expected: big enough to make him feel lost and confused, small enough to make him feel smothered. Their judgmental eyes burned holes into him like drops of acid, their dagger gazes slicing across his skin-- freckled, glowing olive-toned complexion, summer-kissed from San Francisco. Hell, he was pretty sure the teachers were in on this apparent scheme to make him squirm as much as possible, too; they'd read off his name from their attendance sheets with an awkward tongue, look up from the paper with the gaze of a hawk and immediately pinpoint him seated in the back of the room. And, of course, that all prompted the rest of the class to turn and gawk at him like a leather-clad circus act. The teachers didn't say anything to him, either, they just...looked, and it was somehow almost worse than just about anything they could've said.

It was barely even halfway through one of the longest days of Frankie's life when his head popped up from his wrinkled schedule paper and he realized, five minutes after the bell had rang, that he was lost. He stood in the center of the desolate hallway, feeling like a lone survivor lost in the desert, staring at a pair of entrance doors in the distance; there was something dramatic playing through his mind, something he was mulling over with an impulsive flair, the scene of him bursting through those doors and just running home as fast as he could while never looking back. He didn't even realize that he carefully, slowly started making his way towards those doors and the fresh, dry air of the outdoors-- but what stopped him in his tracks was the sudden thought of the look in his parents' eyes if they figured out what he did.

The long, bitter sigh that Frankie let out was the conclusion to his little internal debate as he headed towards the school's office. By the time the secretary attempted to point him in the right direction (he just nodded along with a blank, dull look in his eyes), he was wondering if it was even worth trying to find his class at all when there would probably only be around five minutes left--

Frankie was so tangled up in his own thoughts as he hurriedly left the office that he didn't notice the girl he almost ran into until he was inches away from her face, jumping nearly ten feet in the air, eyes wide and nervous.

"Sorry," He mumbled quickly, taking a step backward. A brief thought of asking this girl for directions crossed his mind, but he quickly decided he wasn't going to bother her about it. Still, though..he hadn't made any attempt to leave and get to class yet.

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