Frankie Dalton (
never_very_good) wrote2013-10-13 08:54 am
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i.
When Frankie picks up a shift at the Raven, he tries to take the last one. It's partly that his sleep schedule has never normalized, mostly that he likes walking home after dawn. He's been here for years, now, but he still spends as much time in the light as he can. He likes being able to go out in less than full riot gear.
It's still dark above, though, when he finds himself staring too long at the glass he's just poured for a patron before sliding it across the bartop. She gives him a funny look, but doesn't say anything; regulars are used to the oddity of a human bartender serving up blood. He takes her glass when she's gone; without thinking, certainly without planning to, he swipes a finger along the inside of it and licks it clean.
ii.
This early the streets aren't too crowded; the City's never really calm but maybe this is the closest it comes. Frankie's still feeling a little off, which is why he doesn't head straight home once he closes up. He could use a run. He's tired, but not weary enough to get some sleep. He could use to clear his head.
So he runs, aimless; he glances at strangers as he does and pauses now and then, lost in uncertain thought, always in a patch of direct sunlight, hands folded and subtly pressing his fingers against his wrist.
iii.
By late afternoon, and doubly so by the time it's dark again, Frankie's given up trying to rationalize any of this. He doesn't wonder what it means, or worry about the consequences. Buried instincts keep him to the shadows as the day drags on, watching passers-by, waiting for one weak enough to take or desirable enough to fight for to cross his path. He eyes their throats with a painful longing, as sharp as any he'd felt when he was dead, but wholly in his mind rather than his body. These are pangs of desire, not hunger; it's not only the blood he covets, but the lean curves of their necks, the hot chaos of a gaping wound. The thrill of violence.
He waits, he stalks. He strikes.
[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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