A headache loomed behind Frankie's eyes, a throbbing that they'd tried to sleep off but only proved to worsen until it consequentially woke them again. They were usually ignorant to bodily aches and pains, but there were some that become impossible to ignore as time dredged on in Arcadia. Shaky hands pushed open the door as they shuffled towards the kitchen for water, but Frankie paused in their travels when they spotted Nika glancing leisurely out a window. "Morning." They greeted, failing to acknowledge that it was actually dark out. They'd always slept asynchronously, grasping at a few hours of slumber whenever they could - sometimes, they spent days at a time living nocturnally. "Not tired?" Pushing past the dull pulse behind their eyes, Frankie bit back a wince as they cautiously approached Nika. It was important, to them, that she have a good impression of them - they didn't tend to always leave one. It was something they had to put actual effort towards, and they weren't used to doing so, but it felt necessary. "I've, uh... been told I'm - rather good company. If you'd like some."
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location: main street, heading in the direction of the settlement
Head in the clouds, soul always hovering between this realm and another - an astral projection of themself at the best of times. Frankie was so oblivious of their own being, it made them effortlessly clumsy. By now, they'd already learned that healing injuries here was much tougher than when they were back home - for obvious reasons. Still, they couldn't bring themself to panic or particularly care when they sliced their hand open on a rogue nail. Their own fault, for coasting their hand amongst the brick and debris of the buildings as they passed by, worried they'd wander away to the middle of nowhere if they hadn't done so. "Fuck," they huffed under their breath, frustration growing as they attempted to wrap the wound with a dingy rag. It was difficult with only one hand available, resorting to clenching their teeth around the rag - before making eye contact with a passerby as they looked their most feral. "I fucked up." Frankie explained, holding up their still leaking hand. They couldn't feel it then, and couldn't feel it now, detached from their limbs all the same. "Um - I kinda need... some help. Please? It's sticky and... just, uh, pissing me off now, really."
A strangled mewl had haunted Frankie in their dreams for the better part of the night and allowed it to guide them to the woods in their waking moments. Echoes of their dream played around them until they found the culprit, a pathetically small kitten trapped by the tail under a rock. It wasn't big enough to have caused damage, but she was so young a pebble might've done her in. Whispering soothingly to her as they cleaned her of debris, Frankie didn't pause to give a glance of acknowledgement to the person who'd hesitated in their passing by. "She's not yours, is she?" They asked, still focused on the kitten, though their tone suggested - something along the lines of stern. Frankie had never been particularly domineering a day of their life, but they felt a kinship to the discarded animal in their hand.
"Hello," Frankie whispered to the flittering butterfly caressing their index finger. A haze had settled over the sky threatening looming nightfall - but there was no rush in their movements. Cross-legged and strewn leisurely amongst the flora of the common house garden, Frankie hadn't remembered wandering in its direction, but they regularly never questioned how they got from Point A to Point B. They used to joke it was a party trick, but it wasn't exactly fun anymore. Hearing the creak of someone approaching the back porch, Frankie turned their gaze upon - a resident, they could only assume. It mustn't have been too odd of a sight, seeing a stranger making themselves at home in their backyard, considering their reality. Still, Frankie could recognise they were in someone else's home, mustering up enough manners to give him a wave. "I've gotten myself into, uh. A bit of a pickle." Wiping dirt from their hands onto their pants, Frankie eventually clambered to a stand - they looked about as comfortable in their body as a puppet waiting to be controlled. "I'm a bit - turned around? Where... are we, exactly?"
The elevator Muzac soundtrack of Frankie's brain usually was a constant, endless drone. For better or for worse - they were so used to it that it didn't seem bother them any. It seemed to quiet somewhat, though, when they spent their time with Baby. They actually tuned in to what she had to say, and they enjoyed listening. Staying focused wasn't their strong suit, but there was an ease that soothed over pink-skinned wounds when with someone so comfortable with her surroundings when others were the opposite. Frankie found it easy to simply stay quiet, listen to what she said, and follow in her footsteps. "Hm. Just as I suspected." They mumbled, taking it upon themself to paw at Baby's belongings amongst the station. "Your book collection is... a bit shit. I hope it's... a bit better. At home? How do you even - keep yourself busy here? I'd die of boredom."
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āø» nicholas galitzine, 30, nonbinary, they/them ; ] ā¦ the photo on the missing poster is of FRANKIE NOEL. they are THIRTY, and have been missing for SEVEN MONTHS. when the sun rises, they work as UNEMPLOYED. rumors in town say they can be DELUSIONAL and SACCHARINE. they chose to live in THE SETTLEMENT, and have an uncanny resemblance to ALYSSA (the end of the f***ing world), AMY MARCH (little women), & JASON MENDOZA (the good place). can they survive another night ?ā¦āø» clinging to anyone that will give you any sign of affection, ants crawling underneath your skin, never recognising your own reflection. [ āø» bri, 27, est, they/them, n/a;
please be cautious, below are mentions of car accidents, drunk driving, death, and mental illness (ocd/derealisation depersonalisation)!
stats.
name: francis macintosh noel.
age: thirty.
gender identity: nonbinary.
pronouns: they/them.
sexuality: queer.
birthday: february 1, 1994.
star sign: aquarius.
myer-briggs: esfp.
occupation: unemployed (useless twink).
place of birth: southport, north carolina.
last played on spotify:Ā turn the beat around by gloria estefan.
general disposition: clueless and smitten.
background.
it runs in the family for the most part, but there isnāt a single person frankie is related to that isnāt a complete and absolute odd ball (read: slightly insane) and that truly starts with his parents
car accident/drunk driving/death;Ā starting this off absolutely wildly bt. when frankie was the Ripe age of 6 months old their dad got into the car drunk to pick them up from daycare n was just so out of it he ran over frankieās mom in their driveway and she ended up passing away from her injuriesā¦ā¦..Ā
their dad had a bunch of other petty charges (some also serious this isnt his first rodeo doing time) against him so he got locked up 25 to life for vehicular manslaughter
their aunt felt pretty bad she always tried her best to help frankie's dad but..... tugs shirt collar. so she immediately was like its ok my wife n i will raise the bebe n here we are todayā¦ā¦.
they own a local queer bar in north carolina and treat their regulars like family
frankie lived above the bar with his aunts, when they finally woke up n managed to drag themself out of bed at like . 3 pm n comes downstairs all the 50-70 year old regulars r already there drinking away n always greet them w a There they are :D
then they start drinking w themā¦ā¦.. they regularly get day drunk a lot for free (shout out family discounts) its. quite bad. but its home :salute:
mental illness;Ā struggles quite a bit w ocd and derealisation-depersonalisation disorder and sees a therapist about it, has been taking medication they frankly Need since they were around 13ā¦ā¦. their aunts kinda forced them to after a few dissociative episodes that were quite bad and intense and they're doing a lot better now but there's still several Off Days
a bit aimless tbh like they did about average grades wise in high school but never ended up graduating when they had a particularly bad and weeks long dissociative episode, after their aunts never tried to force them into getting a job or anything cuz they felt bad abt their parents situations and worried about Bad Days getting in the way of them being able to carry out literally any every day task so instead of pushing them they just let them get into this routine of Nothing
still visited their dad in prison sometimes/writes to him but its kinda weird. they don't kno that man and their letters sometimes consist of lifeless one liners n when they goes to visit him in person the conversations generally awkward but they still go bc they've always been a pushover when it came to their own emotions, a people pleaser to an unhealthy degree
details.
despite coming off as seemingly unintelligent they speak 3 languages, english, french (their dad's side immigrated from leon, paris) and asl (one of their aunt's is deaf)!
they always knew they were bad w expressing themself and coming across as like a Normal Human w Normal Feelings so they literally started showing how they felt by singing random hannah montana transitions as they strutted into the room. if it was a sad one it was a bad day :/ but if it was a ya YEAH! they were in a good mood (still does this randomly old habits die hard)
has extreme attachment issues for some Obvious Reasons, (as mentioned above) has literally become obsessed w ppl who probs think they couldn't care less abt them they're just so Ho Hum on a general basis
when i say obsessed i do kinda mean it literally. like theres no chill they either don't know you exist or are in love with you. (tugs my shirt collar)
has 3 names tattooed on them, one of an ex from high school that wanted to start her tattoo apprenticeship and they were like . practice on me :heart_eyes:, their tattoo artist who had a cool name when getting a diff tattoo done, and gloria (really likes gloria estefan LKSHDGLHSDLKHGLDSKG)
is honestly jst a bit weird in general? like they made up random incredibly n obviously inaccurate facts if theres ever an awkward silence in conversation
no filter. will tell their entire brutal life story without thinking twice abt it cuz they don't realize maybe its not normal to talk w strangers about how your dad accidentally killed your mom? bless their heart.
is almost always in a relationship or in love with someone multiple at a time most of the time its sm.
hated pictures of themself, regularly had to cover mirrors too they just don't understand that That's Their Face and almost always see something different in their own reflection
unironically has never cried for as long as they can remember really even smiling is a struggle
they have the most insane speech pattern. has never formed a proper sentence in their life.
currently.
over the last seven months, frankie has been doling out their medications Carefully - going days without taking the proper dose and sickly a lot because of it, also acting extremely unlike themself as their brain gets worse from the lack of normalcy and medications now
clung desperately to the settlement for the community, honestly isn't too excited to get back home where there is Nothing
honestly isn't even 100% sure if these last seven months have been real they've been in one long dissociative episode
actually a bit more talkative and expressive as time's been going on in arcadia??? it's kind of been freaking them out they don't really know what to do with themself with a clear brain
still avoids their own face, has been caught on multiple occasions staring at a mirror and being unsure how long they've been there for, in reality it's been upwards of an hour or two sometimes tho it feels like seconds........ pats their back
is currently 'with' dante kidd (stef's char she's bringing in soon winks in her direction) but they're not. official or anything who has the time for that when their lives have been flipped upside down. but they have a codependent relationship between the two of them
connections.
ppl they are currently obsessing over. in their eyes its true love n maybe it stemmed from chance meet up, someone they've grown close with, it doesn't rly matter to them they could have barely brushed past each other on the sidewalk and they'd be like. well it's meant to be! KLSHDGKLHSDKLGHLKDSG
hook ups or anything casual, they'll take what they can get (cringe)
also ppl they might have accidentally offended in the past, either by just Being Themself and being the complete lunatic they are or by acting like they don't want to give them the time of day even though they are fond. that's their cross to bear.
others from the settlement frankie's grown close/attached to<3
ermmmmmm thts all i can think of rn bt!!! am open to everything so we can brainstorm too :D
questionnaire.
How did your muse spend their first night in Arcadia, and where?
Frankie was never good in moments of crisis. They spent their first night trailing after the band theyād driven into town with, dazed and dissociating as soon as everything turned upside down. Truthfully, theyāre not even sure where they stayed, or who they ended up with. The first few days were an emotional blur.
Why did your muse choose to live where they do?
As long as they could remember, Frankie didnāt have any sort of identity outside of the people they chose to keep close to them. They heard the settlement would accept them, and make the aches of their head and the loss of their medication all the better. They wouldnāt argue with that - whatever it took to numb the buzz that began to grow again.
What was your muse doing when they came across the tree?
They were leaving home for the first time in their entire life. Deciding to pack up and join their (kind of not really) partner on the road while he went on tour, Frankie had never travelled outside the country, let alone their home state. When Dante asked them to join him during his tour, it felt like an adventure Frankie couldnāt pass up on. By the time they actually drove past the tree, Frankie had been fast asleep - waking up to a whole new world and chaos.
Has your muse left anything behind that they are desperately trying to return to or escape?
Thereās nothing for Frankie back home - except their aunts they lived with, and the abundance of pets that they do miss and love. If anything, Arcadia did feel like a bit of an escape from the reality of their life. They hated when they were guilted into visiting their dad in prison, forced to face the person who ended their mothers life, even if it was an accident. Theyāre not particularly desperate to see him again.
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[Text ID: Maybe what Iāve been trying to say all this time, as an explanation and apology, is that I sense a mass of white noise in front of my face wherever I go. It stands between me and the world, between me and other people. More and more I am finding myself lost in it, unable to make it through to the other side.]
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