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[ VIDEO ]

[The video clicks on, and Frankie is seated, looking serious and rather resigned, his arms folded on the table. He shifts a bit, somewhat uncomfortable, but doesn't look away.]

Halloween's done so I figured, maybe it'll calm down some, probably I should say something.

[He takes a breath, half a frown twitching his lip briefly.]

If something happened between you and me, one of those weekends, I'm sorry. That's about all I can say, 'cause as bad as I feel about it... wasn't me. Curses fuck everyone up.

Don't think there's much I can do to make it up, but we can talk if you want. If not, that works too.

[Truth be told he doesn't want to talk about it, but he can't shake the feeling that he should be trying to do something for anyone he hurt.

Without another moment's hesitation he reaches forward to turn the camera off.]

[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.]

[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]

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

[Community Post]

[VIDEO;]

[The scene opens on... an enormous thumb. A regular thumb, as Frankie goes to turn the screen off, but instead switches it to record video and sets the device on the table. He moves offscreen and returns with a big ol' plate of food, which he sets down, sits down, and digs into it.

He eats slowly at first, looking distracted... a little sad. His mind is elsewhere. A very distant, elsewhere, in fact.

Suddenly, as though a switch has been thrown, he's devouring it, stuffing food into his face like it's pissed him off. Though obviously angry, he still looks... detached, eyes focused on something that isn't there.

This continues for another minute, before he stops cold-- seems to wake up-- and drops his fork.]

Fuck...

[Frankie jumps up and runs offscreen, wild-eyed and unsure.

Nothing changes before the recording times out.]

[ooc; cursed and hallucinating

awhitephantom's memories of eating someone 8D annnnd not terribly pleased about it.]

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.]

This office is slick and modern; well-appointed but not cluttered. There’s a massive white desk, with a comfortable, large chair behind it, and a smaller seat on the other side. Above it is an unfamiliar logo-- a large white circle with a rectangular piece bitten out. Everything is strangely lit from unlikely angles, the whole room crisscrossed by dim blue shadows. When you look for the edges of the room it seems to bend, blurring in a way that suggests it’s not all there; an imperfect reconstruction from distracted memories. Perhaps that’s why this mundane place seems so ominous.

A little further down the wall, about a yard from the end of the desk, a wide picture window breaks the white plane. Frankie Dalton is standing beside it, staring down at something you can’t quite see, from where you are.

[ooc; all threads are different instances of the dream, and what you see below will vary by person <3 so feel free to tag on in! May be slow, will backdate forever and ever and ever. ilu.]

[VIDEO]

[The feed opens with a crack and a long minute of static as the device is knocked to the ground. At first blurry and double-edged, the picture comes into focus slowly, as though the mechanism is damaged. The sound is indistinct at best, often nothing more than the hiss of empty tape.

It shows an unkempt but unremarkable apartment; dusty smudges on the cracked plaster and little piles of cobwebs and detritus in the dark corners suggest it's an uninhabited one. There are two figures visible as the image clears. One stands-- Amory Felix, his sleeve rolled up, his arm soaked and dripping with blood. His attention is on the other figure-- Frankie Dalton, bound to a chair, his head on an angle. A slow, viscous drip of blood creeps across his face, though the details of his injury aren't apparent. After a moment he straightens as best he can, looking up at Amory with a mocking grin, and says something the microphone doesn't register. His expression changes swiftly, though; to one of surprise, then doubt, then panic.

He thrashes against his bonds, the heavy chair tilting and threatening to topple, features contorted in apparent agony as Amory steps back a little. Frankie's face is flushed with effort, though he doesn't say anything; there's only the rattle of the chairlegs on the floor. At length he sags, falling forward against the ropes that bind him, head hanging low. Slowly the blood drips to the dusty hardwood below him; one drop, two, then something too big to be a mere blood clot, though it has that same slick red shine to it. It oozes a little, flattening out. No. Crawling.

Frankie's head jerks up suddenly; and he begins to shout, hoarse and incoherent, struggling again to escape, this time doing his best to get away from the thing on the floor.]

( OOC EXPLANATION )

Look. I don't know how many of you there are now, I can't remember everything... but... I know I attacked people over the weekend. I wasn't-- I can't say I wasn't myself, but I wasn't who I am now. I was lost and sick and fucked up.

[Awkward pause, Frankie's not really the sort for public apologies but he probably owes one at this point...]

The important thing is-- I can fix it. If you got bit, if I did or someone I bit got you... I can fix you. Just... don't bite anyone else and let me know where I can find you.

[As he switches off, under his breath-- probably to himself, he mutters,] not too late.

[ooc; per his plot, let the vampire babby cleanup begin <3]

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ground control to major tom

[ooc contact]

your circuit's dead, there's something wrong

[log history]

they got a message from the action man

[application]

strung out on heaven's high, hitting an all time low

[musebox]

i'm happy, hope you're happy too

strung out on heaven's high

hitting an all time low

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