strung out on heaven's high

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I am [of course] not Frankie Dalton, nor am I Michael Dorman, nor do I claim any ownership over the characters, stories, or artwork used within this journal. I am a roleplayer, roleplaying, for fun and I make no money. Don't take things too seriously.

A Note On Icons; I know, not all of my icons are actually from the right movie. Given that Frankie's human in polychromatic and was a vampire for 90% of the movie, I'm a little limited in how much footage I can feasibly use for him. Not to mention, when I apped the film was still in theaters so I kind of needed to look elsewhere to fill out expressions and such. At this point I'm so used to the Suburban Mayhem icons that I've decided to keep a lot of them, though I've filled out his space with a lot more Daybreakers ones as well. I hope this doesn't confuse or bother anyone. For what it's worth I do think the SM ones are a good representation of what he'd look like now-- a little less clean-cut, a little more tan, not always perfectly shaven. Et cetera. So yeah. /rambles forever

That being said-- these icons were all made by me & you are welcome to use them; I would appreciate it if you credited me, and especially if you'd drop a note here to let me know!

[Mistletoe or no mistletoe, cold or no cold, Frankie goes for a run in the afternoon, enjoying what he can of the watery winter sunshine. He has errands he could be running, probably, but this curse is an obvious one and Frankie's not a fool.

Of course, he's outside, so it's not a foolproof strategy. During the day you might find him anywhere, though catching him might be a bit trickier.

After dark, down at the Raven, Frankie's tending bar. A rather crudely scrawled sign is propped up on the counter.

It reads, NO NECKING.]


[Community Post]

( i. late shift at the Raven )

( ii. out for a run )

( iii. out for blood )



[ooc; tl;dr OPEN ACTION, he'll be getting progressively more violent and bloodthirsty... literally... although he isn't actually gone all vampy-- just cursed, so not contagious. Please let me know if you're character is up for injury and/or death; otherwise feel free to make a successful escape. PM &c with any questions! <3

today is NYCC so all tags will likely be later / tomorrow, sorry kittens <3 I backtag forever.]

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[ VOICE ]

[The feed clicks on with a long moment of silence. Contemplative silence; or really, resisting silence. But the curse wins out.

They always do.]

I don't wanna talk about dying. Don't wanna think about it, either, but I do. Not all the time but more than I want. Knowing how you're gonna go doesn't make it easier; and I dunno when, just whenever this place is done. Nothing strange there, I guess, except I got used to not worrying about it. Life's a bitch and then you don't die, Ed said. He's the only one I ever knew who it bothered.

Knowing why helps a little, doesn't mean I'm not till fucking terrified. You'd think maybe it wouldn't be scary, knowing how, but it just means I know it's gonna hurt. Not a thing to change that. Doesn't help knowing it's a good cause.

[There's a long pause.]

The first time-- when I died, I mean-- it hurt like fuck but it wasn't so bad, or maybe it's just you forget after a while. Everything gets a little numb. Had ten years of that. But it was easier-- I mean, I knew I'd come out the other side anyway, wasn't the same as this. Everyone told you it'd hurt but not how bad-- didn't wanna scare me off, maybe. Getting bit wasn't the bad part, at least not for me. Not when I knew it was coming. Knew the girl, even. But after-- you lose enough blood and your body starts to panic even if you didn't mean it. And once you're infected that's it. That's what hurts.

Coming back was just as bad. Fuck, and I had it easy. I'm the only one who didn't fucking light myself on fire.

[Another pause.]

I'm gonna be torn to shreds when I go. There's your fucking story, City. That's all I got.

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Y'know, half of me wonders if these guys making trouble-- the ones who want to take down the Deities, or take over, or whatever-- have the right idea. Don't wanna get involved in it-- I got too much I won't risk for a maybe-- but there's a point to it. City's a pretty fucked up place, any way you look at it. Take right now, I'd like to shut up and go about my business but no luck.

Thing is, there's people worth staying for and I'm better off than I'd be anywhere else-- hell, better off than I'd be even if things didn't fall apart at home, probably-- but the place? The curses? I mean, don't think anyone likes that, but it's not fair. Sometimes I think it's an okay price to pay, but that's just me. Plenty of people'd have it better anywhere but here. People here longer than I've been.

Wish I wasn't still talking.

Either way... I don't know. I don't much like the way things've been lately, worse than usual. Still don't wanna pick a side, though. Isn't just that I don't want to risk losing what I've got, it's...

Well, I got enough shit I regret. Don't want to take on any more if this goes south.

[Community Post]

Guess this weekend's a reminder things could always be worse. Everyone back now?

Shit timing but I'm looking to hire at the bar. My manager's gone, don't wanna wait and hope he comes back.

Anyone interested?

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No free drinks. Don't care if it's unfair, find someone to buy you one. Plenty of people glad for the company.

Vince, if you show, yours isn't free. But you know that.

Never seem to see too many familiar faces these days, but you know where to find me.



[ooc; no other frankie daltons not that anyone else plays him wheee. open to action at either the Raven or the Blue Light since he'll drop by both, or anywhere else he's likely to be. <3]

[Community Post]

[VIDEO]

[The video opens on Frankie in an empty bar, absently drying glasses. Something moves in the distance. He doesn't look up right away.]

Closed.

[But really, the door should've been shut, shouldn't it? In the second it takes that to occur to him, his guest has already crossed the room. Frankie pulls back with a gasp, his glass falling and shattering.]

You've got a tan. Suits you, [says the ghoul, pale-eyed and laughing, its gums shriveling back from its fangs.

Frankie ducks as the ghoul swings at him, managing to upset the camera. It falls to the ground, showing a glimpse of a bloodied and sickly-looking girl, before turning to static.]


[ooc; imagine this was during the day and actually. during the day. /lifefail!]

[Community Post]

Doesn't even seem weird anymore when people bleed half to death, shit turns to candy, whatever. But this? Creeps me out.

Dunno what that says.

Just glad it's not me for once.

[Community Post]

[VIDEO]

[Looking rather frustrated, Frankie Dalton is... doing dishes. At home. Only the top rows of text on his shirt are visible:

I'M ABOUT TO BE
TORN TO PIECES BY

but, perhaps, the rest can be inferred? He's still scowling down at the sink.]

Fucking City,

[he mutters with characteristic eloquence, still unaware. A few dishes later, the connection times out.]



[ooc; ...A HORDE OF HUNGRY VAMPIRES &c.]

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[ooc; memory theater! ignore the long crappy ad after the 2:05 mark :X ]

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[VIDEO / ACTION]

[Frankie Dalton, looking just a bit more unkempt than usual, is leaning against a worn wooden post, taking advantage of the scant shade of the overhanging roof. His right hand is tangled loosely in the reins of a tall bay horse, its head bent to drink from the trough at his feet.

Though his stance is relaxed and unhurried, Frankie's eyes are on a small collection of wanted posters tacked to the wall behind him, slightly weatherworn but still readable. None of them look like him, which is a relief; still, he keeps studying the sketches, face carefully neutral, while the horse drinks, until the video times out.]


[ooc; completely ridiculous backstory here, subject to tweaking if I think of anything better ;3 comments from better_at_this!]

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( off-network / closed action / slightly unpleasant material )

[TEXT; mid-day]

Never know what to expect, these weekends.

Spending this one in, I think.

[TEXT; Private to Amory Felix]

This is you, yeah? Tell me what the fuck to do.

[ooc; powerswapped with fatespoken, and trying not to accidentally destroy reality ;3]

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[VIDEO | Accidental]

[Frankie's trying to clean up the remains of a meal, and doing a pretty awful job of it. Mostly because he's doing it one-handed, while simultaneously trying to corral a squirming, dark-haired child.]

Least you're not picky.

[The little girl laughs as a fork and spoon clatter off the plate and onto the coffee table, and turns to shove her fingers in his face.]

Hey, hands to your --smnnfff.

[No such luck, Frankie, no such luck.]

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[VIDEO]

These weekends, always a fucking mess. Guess I'm just glad we have heavy curtains.

[Same old frown, but he's looking paler than usual. More observant viewers might notice the strangeness of his eyes-- pale yellow, slightly reflective when he moves.]

Last time was worse, I guess. Still.

Waste of a weekend.



[ooc; physically age-reversed into undeadness. may use good_at_this for comments but probably won't bother ;3]

[Community Post]

[AUDIO | Sand City]

Fuck. Look, wha--

[A crack and roll of thunder drowns him out, the pattering of rain on sand turning into a persistent hammering as the wind changes, slightly. And over that, Frankie shouting unintelligibly against the storm.

Closer, now, an ugly, wet squish, and then Frankie again, breathing hard.]

Rain's not safe. Know we need the water, but... [A pause, and another squish, accompanied by a gritty crunching.] Fuck, these things...

[Maybe he meant to be more specific, but clearly squashing slugs is more important. The device cuts out.]



[ooc; backdated to earlier today (real time,) during the rain of slugs in Sand.]


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[Voice]

Didn't think this'd last so long.

[There's a long moment of silence, the faint clink of a glass on a table.]

Should've said something, maybe. Figured if anyone came they'd know where to find me.




[ooc; Frankie hasn't got much to spoil so. <3 plz no doubles. Otherwise go nuts!]


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I figured, no curse, everyone's gotta be sober from New Years by now, might as well ask.

I run a bar, underground. Needs a manager.

Experience'd be good. Bar serves blood, so no one who's got something against vampires. Staff's good, treat 'em well, don't be an asshole, shouldn't be any problems. Just need someone to deal with it, day to day.

Anyone's interested, we'll talk details. Lemme know.



[ooc; Frankie is basically lookin' for someone to take over The Raven, which he kind of accidentally inherited ages back; he only wants to be involved to make sure blood's being ethically sourced, otherwise he'll wash his hands of it. Would much rather have a player character get involved for this :3]

Been more than a month since my brother left. Didn't expect him to come back-- couldn't tell you why, sometimes people do-- but a month's pretty much when people give up hope around here. Seems that way, anyway. Took Eden a month to come back, I spent most of it trashed. Didn't get drunk this time. Broke everything instead... I haven't been down to the bar since. Don't know if anyone's bothered opening. Been thinking maybe I'll sell it.

I'm pissed off about Ed, though. Guess he's back where he needs to be... Doesn't make me feel any better, though.

Thing is, Ed can take care of himself. Better than I can, maybe. But I hate thinking--

what happens, when he can't, when shit goes wrong again, and there's no one to bail him out?

Not so bad, last month. Unless things going gray bothered you. Seen lots worse, seems worth noticing when it's quiet.

Not a quiet start for October, but it could be worse.

[ooc; TROLL AT WILL, PLEASE! No other Frankies-- if such things exist-- but there's nothing spoilable for him either. <3 also feel free to meet him at the bar if you like~]

Doesn't seem like all that big a deal to me, things going gray.

[ VOICE ]

Why'd the vampire call a funeral home?

[Pause.]

Ordering take-out.

Why do vampires make shitty company?

[Pause.]

They're a pain in the neck.

What does a vampire missing a fang do?

[Pause.]

Grin and bare it.

Why shouldn't you tell a vampire to get a life?

[Pause.]

He might take yours.

There! Jeez.

[CLICK.]

[ VIDEO ]

[The scene? A perfectly normal evening at the Raven. The quiet clinking of glasses, the occasional murmur of people drinking, is broken by one cursed bartender-- acting the Mad Hatter and embarrassingly dressed the part-- shouting,]

CLEAN CUP! Move down!

[Someone at the bar whines: Aw c'mon, really?]

Hey, I didn't make the rules! Move.

[Annnnd everyone visible onscreen grudgingly slips down to the next stool. It's easier than arguing with a crazy person, after all.]


[ooc; action or network is fine~ he is basically out of his mind.]

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.]