you'd hit a fuckin baby?

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[bambinobarbi]

Rules and Info

+ Mun is 20+

+ Due to the content in The Outlast Trials, I am uncomfortable with minors interacting or following, ageless blogs as well since I can't tell if you aren't a minor (having 18+, 20+, etc, in ur bio is fine)

+ Franco Barbi can be distasteful and rude, I plan to play as closely to the character as I can manage. Despite the character, suggestive asks are fine but I will likely not respond sexually explicit ones

+ RP Threads are possible, but I tend to fall behind so please be patient with me

+ Gore/horror/angst is all fine to write and will be tagged accordingly!

+ If there are any questions you have, you are free to DM me!

+ Be kind to me the writer, I get Franco's a little shit but don't go sending me death threats or something

[bambinobarbi]

(OOC) this blog dead?💔

ooc not completely! forgive my long and sudden hiatus but my muse did die a bit, tho honestly with the new update (that ive yet to play due to personal obstructions) I've been inspired once again so I do think I'll be able to return to the blog soon tho as of currently, I dont have consistent internet so it might return some time in august <3

[bambinobarbi]

you should ride a horse

Italian cowboy

Or wherever your from

I just assumed your italian

Anyways go ride a horse

Cowboy? The hell are you talkin' about? I ain't ride a horse and they don't have horses in this fuckin' place?

The hell you expect me to do?

[bambinobarbi]

FLYY ME TO THE MOON

LET ME PLAY AMONG THE STAARS

LET ME SEE WHAT SPRING IS LIKE

ON-A JUPITER AND MARRSSS

IN OTHER WORDS, HOOOOLD MY HAAND

IN OTHER WORDS, BABY KISS MEE

FILL MY HEART WITH SONG AND LET ME SIIIIING FOREVER MORE, YOU ARE ALL I LONG FOR

ALL I WORSHIP AND ADOREEEEE!

[bambinobarbi]

Heyyy... What's your name again? Frank? Debole?.. whatever it is.

Any music tastes you like or prefer? I have a few LP records, while unless you have something to play them on like a gramophone, your shit outta luck.

I think you'd like more swing-style music, or at least more brass-centered genres, BUT I could be completely wrong about all of it and you actually like The Beatles.

I ain't never opposed to Jazz. Lotta good classics out there, used to have plenty of my own vinyls back home. They brought some here after I asked long enough, said 'long as I was good, they'd give me more.

[bambinobarbi]

(Peachy sleeps on the nearby old sofa with her pacifier in her mouth and has Rabbia in her hand)

Peachy: *sleepy squeaks* Mmmmm... 💤💤💤

(Hears Francos footsteps but doesn't care and continues to sleep)

Mmmmm...💤💤💤

[He blinks as he passes by, looking her over and then looking around. It's surprisingly calm, not often he can imagine the trials being that way but there's a sense of peace right about now.]

[Franco huffs and takes off his coat, putting it over her shoulders. He didn't have much connection left in his family, but it was nice to at least have someone around. She was an alright kid.]

[He doesn't stick around, not looking to indulge in any sappy shit. Not to mention, he's got other things to get up to.]

[bambinobarbi]

can I inspect you under a microscope? because you're a very fascinating fellow to me.

Microscope?

I'm too fuckin big for that! A thousand feet tall, look at the size a' me!

You fascinated, maybe you come here and get a closer look yourself, huh?

[bambinobarbi]

{A nearby door swings open and a crudely-dressed strongwoman is pushed out through the frame. Before she could turn around and protest, the door slams shut, leaving her to grumble and straighten herself.}

"So rude... They at least could've been more gentle transportting me here." {She glances around the area, hey eyes landing on the odd-looking man before her.} "Oh. This is unexpected... Nonetheless, salutations to you, O' Boisterous One."

-@prettiest-poison-princess (feel free to ignore or scrap this one)

[His hand moves to his gun, lifting it from his belt and holding on to the trigger at the loud noise. Franco turns on guard before he catches the eyes of the lady in front of him. His demeanour seems to shift quickly, his tension moving to become nervous energy.]

[He looks her up and down, having to crane his neck to look up at her. She's awful tall, but he's never had a problem with big ladies.]

Helloooo, mama. [Franco didn't realize any trials were starting, was she here for Prime Time? Maybe he just did really good and she was a gift.] What's your name, sweetheart?

[bambinobarbi]

Did you know?

Erckel's francolin, or Erckel's spurfowl (Pternistis erckelii) is a species of game bird from the genus Phasianidae, have a unique, laughing vocalization described directly in the book 'Birds From the Horn of Africa': "An insane cackled laughter, speeding towards the end with a bouncing ball pattern".

{To be transparent, the name and laughing sound were the only reasons for choosing this bird. I was ORIGINALLY going to pick the Eurasian Bittern because of their location in Italy, but decided towards the better choice.}

-Daily Animal Facts Anon(DAF)

What am I bein' put back in school? What d'you want me to do with a bird?

..What's it's name again? Francolin, huh?

[He taps his fingers across the table, his body seeming to lean in more.] And what's this about it's laugh? Think I sound like that, do ya??

[bambinobarbi]

[Ooc]

You're back, no way!!1! 🗣🗣

I haven't seen posts from this blog in like 2 months

[ hadn't realize I was gone for that long 😭 my muse comes and goes and I wanna make sure I reply properly instead of half assing it so do forgive my absences <3 ]

[bambinobarbi]

"Funny how ya talk such a big game *Bambeenoo* and ain't even know anythin' about me,, like I can't just bring up yer daddy or, or even better, that one bitch ang, Angee-somethin, can't ever remember her name." The leaner man shifts his weight from one foot to the other before taking a long drag from his cigarette and exhaling it through his nose. -Lelandcoyleirl

Don't need to know much about you, cop. You put it all out on display for every goddamn person to see!

Wouldn't kill ya to keep it in your pants now would it? You talk big game for a cop wit no gun?

That it, huh? You jealous of my Lupara? I see it all over ya face. [He gives he cop a once over, folding his arms and keeping his gun in his hand. His grip on grows tighter with every word that comes from the other prime asset's mouth.]

[Working with the cops was apart of his gig, but he'll be damned if he couldn't stand this one.]

[lelandcoyleirl]

"God DAMN right I put it all on display I ain't got nothing ta' hide."

Coyle fiddles with the switch on his baton, switching the electricity back and forth between a fizzle to popping like a roaring fire.

"Keep it in MY pants? Oh that's just fuckin rich comin' from you. At least I can keep it up. You can keep yer fuckin' gun, ya clearly need it more than I ever could"

He watches on in smug satisfaction as the mafioso's grip tightens around his weapon. He came to get under his skin and instigate a fight, either he wins and is contented or gets the shit knocked out of himself and Easterman reprimands Barbi. Win - Win.

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[bambinobarbi]

He grimaces at Coyle, rolling his eyes at the show he's putting on. Franco never understood why Easterman kept him around.

Okay. Maybe he did understand, but he'd never say it to the cop's face.

The man's ego is already big enough as it is, last thing this asshole needs is compliments. Clearly he's comfortable satisfying himself with how he conducts himself during their Prime Times.

Though heat rises to his neck as Coyle picks out the thing he's very often insecure about. He's shot broads faces off for just mentioning it. Only issue was that he's not allowed to kill him. Rules and all that jazz.

He grits his teeth. "You that goddamn bored with ya'self that you gotta come over t'a my spot and start shit? You wanna start somethin' then you betta' believe I'll finish it."

[bambinobarbi]

"Funny how ya talk such a big game *Bambeenoo* and ain't even know anythin' about me,, like I can't just bring up yer daddy or, or even better, that one bitch ang, Angee-somethin, can't ever remember her name." The leaner man shifts his weight from one foot to the other before taking a long drag from his cigarette and exhaling it through his nose. -Lelandcoyleirl

Don't need to know much about you, cop. You put it all out on display for every goddamn person to see!

Wouldn't kill ya to keep it in your pants now would it? You talk big game for a cop wit no gun?

That it, huh? You jealous of my Lupara? I see it all over ya face. [He gives he cop a once over, folding his arms and keeping his gun in his hand. His grip on grows tighter with every word that comes from the other prime asset's mouth.]

[Working with the cops was apart of his gig, but he'll be damned if he couldn't stand this one.]

[bambinobarbi]

Did you know?

The Cookiecutter shark, or the Cigar Shark (Isistius brasiliensis) get their name because of their unique feeding style? Gouging out small, roughly circular or oval shapes into their prey, almost as if they were cut by a Cookie cutter!

-Daily Animal Facts Anon(DAF)

You lost me at cigar. WHAT I'D KILL for one a' those right about now.

[bambinobarbi]

Peachy: (puts a pink feather boa around his neck to try and piss him off) Hehehe THERE now you seem uuuuuhhhhh- LESS UGLY! Hahaha- oh shit🥲...

(She done fucked up)

Come on, you know I ain't tryna wear no-

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What did you say?

[bambinobarbi]

(Same photographer that was asking to take photos in the earlier ask)

Your an important man, yeah? Important men get their photos taken- well, it's usually painted portraits but I'm not a fan of that, so this is the best you'll get for now.

...

Mind moving a bit to the right? The light hits you WAY better there... Your Lupara looks especially shiny today.

Aaand, Perfect!

Damn right they do! Bet that cop don't have no portraits of himself.

Make sure you make me look good in this and maybe I'll owe you one!

[bambinobarbi]

(gives you a Molotov that was stolen)

here you go. do whatever you want with it.

(disappears into the shadows)

[He blinks at it. He hopes it isn't from that pitcher guy. The aim on him was pretty good in comparison to Franco's.]

I'll keep this for later.. Makin' enemies for no reason at all out here! Guess that's what happens when you put a buncha crazies in a big metal box.

[bambinobarbi]

Here hold this

Stabs

Runs away never to be seen again

(Asdfmovie)

They really be makin the cream a' the crop in that facility, huh......

ouch.