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Frank, viciously playing a harmonica: ♫ ♪ ♬!!

@stabwoundstudies​:  “Alright, I’m a gal who likes a deal. Got anything to give me in exchange for the hatch?”

❝  uhh ------  ice cream scoop?  ❞      he’s doing his best out here, it’s all he has left after giving michael his hat.

“I’m trusting this to you Julie..” “I know you won’t fuck it up.” Frank hissed in pain as he passed her, handing over his blade to her.  There where never any rules about killers having more then one blade. 

Making his way over to a knocked over pallet, he grunted and suffocated a cry of agony as he pushed himself up onto it. Using it like an almost makeshift bed as he rest. 

Three survivors where left, But with Julie by his side in this murkey swamp; Frank wasn’t worried in the slightest. Holding himself and trying to force the bleeding to stop with ripped cloth and a stolen medkit he set himself out of commission for the remainder of the trail and perhapse any other’s after until he could fully heal.

Whistling is a huge part of the Legion’s communication. Between normal talking, Shouts and ASL (American Sign Language) Whistling is used heavily among the Legion to communicate and locate one another.

Each Member having their own TWO distinct whistles in which they use to summon each other.

The first, being used for calling one another singularly. Frank using this one most to summon Julie. Being able to whistle so loud she hears him from the other side of their home base. 

The second, Used to summon all to their attention when in a time of extreme danger or from being lost. Importantly taught to Susie. The whistle enough to disorient which ever poor soul caught in between the distressed Legion member and their family like pack. 

Frank’s own distressing whistle being loud enough to crack glass and cause ears to bleed. It’s a whistle he learned from his short time as a mechanic, Having to use it over the heavy sounds of machinery to his fellow workers. 

“Two steps...” “Just.. Two.” He shuddered a sigh as he looked to the floor of the resort. What was normally directly below his feet was now but a few levels away as he stood ontop of the rickity rooftop. The hard wood far below him, swirling as his eyes lost their focus. Only able to stand and watch his tears as they fell from him and down through the weather worn hole. 

“Just ... Two.” He hushed softly, here he was again. Like many times before. Staring at an end that was never really there. He knew this wouldn’t work. But he had run low on options. All other attempts would only leave scars and scars where no more to his body then the evidence of his failures. Failures that made his Legion-- No. His Friends worry.

Taking a single step forward, his legs felt weak. Unable to support his weight upon the bending shingles that held him inches from his death. But it wasn’t really death was it? So why was he here again? Why did he even try? Maybe it was the hope that one day. One single time. It would work.

@stabwoundstudies Said :  “Alright, no struggling or I’m setting the stash on fire.” It was a simple enough warning from the Legioness, who proceeded to snuggle up into Frank’s side, nose nuzzled into his shoulder. “We’re skipping trials today.”

『❛ You say that like I wanna move.  ❜』 Frank snorted softly at the other, watching as she moved her way over and under his arm. Having been previously resting with his feet kicked up on the table. Shoes off, Belt loose and Jacket god knows where. There was no way in hell he was moving. Especially not now that his partner was curling up on his side and snuggling in close like they used to in the real world. 

It was, in honesty; A nice feeling. Tender and quiet. He let his arm drape around her body and gently rub his painted thumb over her shoulder. Watching as the roaring fire before them flickered and spat it’s dimming embers. He truly never minded skipping out on trials once in a while. They where a great way for him to blow off steam and work out. But the grusome and emotional strain of it all was more then he could handle some days.

Glancing down to meet her, he offered a small smile before relaxing back into the circlet of couches more. Actually enjoying this moment for once.