going, going...

gone. 

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behxmbles:

Forrest scoffed, and then deadpanned, “It’s time for you to get a watch.” A pause. “Kidding, kidding. It’s half past three. Or thirty minutes over 3.”

Francesca widened her eyes at the boy’s reply out of guilt for being a burden until she realized he was kidding. “Right,” she chuckled, “Thanks.” Francesca sat up in her seat before asking again, “One more question before I’m done bothering you, do you know where the nearest coffee shop is?” 

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bashlyonx:

❝yeah i do, its almost 10. why are you taking the bus? i can take where you need to go before my shift at the bar❞ bash told her. he didn’t like the idea of her riding the bus, his sister would never let him live it down. 

“I don’t want to be a burden,” Francesca said with a shrug. Truth be told, she just didn’t want Bash to find out the couch she was crashing on, and especially that tonight was her last night of being allowed to crash there. “How about I just come to work with you, show you my fake ID, you keep the mojitos coming, and I’ll tip you big?” She said with raised brows and a smile. “We can talk about anything you want, as long as it’s not our personal lives,” she tempted. Although, she couldn’t be blamed if a few drinks in that offer expired.

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princess-dylan:

Dylan nodded, raising an eyebrow slight at the other girl after her later comment.  “Or instead of getting possible jail time or fines you could just get a cute older guy to buy you a drink or whatever you need.”  She explained, shrugging.  “It’s not that hard.”

Francesca shrugged. “May work for you, but I’m not all that interested in relying on men for- well, anything. Especially something that they’re going to assume means a ticket to my pants. Not worth the hassle. Besides, cute older guys can’t buy me two buck chucks for my wine nights unless I have one on speed dial.”

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so-sunny:

brows perk upward in surprise at the sudden offer, not entirely being something sunny had expected. her father had always warned her to be careful of strangers, but the female seemed harmless—- plus, she had a point. it was likely best for the two girls to stick together at this time of the evening rather than apart. “that sounds really nice, actually.” eventually the blonde pipes up, lips curling upward. “it’s probably best we stick together, as you said it’s getting dark, who knows what lurks.” 

Francesca couldn’t help but to grin at the girl’s response. “Really?” She asked with lifted brows, shocked yet pleased with the answer of a yes; although, is wasn’t a genuine question. “You’re basically my knight in shining armor except more like my sister savior in normal clothes,” Francesca said with a small chuckle. “Well, I guess two things come next. One, what are you in the mood for? And two, I’m Francesca,” she said sticking her hand out for a shake.

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so-sunny:

“oh, of course!” the petite blonde responds, twisting her frame to search the small bag propped on the bench beside her; nimble fingers working away until she pulls out her device. “six forty-three,” hazel gaze returning back to the dark haired female. 

“Thanks,” she said rather quietly. Francesca sat for a moment longer, her hunger taking over her entirely, even her thoughts. Shifting her body weight, Francesca faced the girl on the bench, “Would you want to get a bite to eat with me? I know it’s weird and all, but it’s almost dark and I’m famished, and I really hate being out at night alone. You never know what lurks, and you look like a friendly face...” She let her voice trail off in waits for a reply.

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brynn-foster:

Brynn looked from the girl to her watch and then back to the girl, before offering her a small smile.  “Four Thirty.  The bus should be here soon, but more than not it runs late.”

Francesca nodded, “Thanks. I’ve noticed that.” She laughed lightly and added, “This is a pretty sleepy town. Things certainly move a lot slower than they do in New York.”

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princess-dylan:

Dylan let out a sigh, before holding her hand out to take the card.  “If you have to ask, doesn’t that sort of answer your question?”  She remarked, before looking at the ID.  “I mean…it’s fine I guess.”

Francesca pondered the girl’s words for a moment, thinking she actually might be right, but offered a small smile when she decided to check it out. “Thanks,” she said handing it over. Francesca pressed her lips together at the reply as she took the card back, “That doesn’t help me much, but I guess all I can do is try, right?”

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“Hey, ‘scuse me,” Francesca said to the person next to her on the bus bench, “do you have the time?”

[imogenmorens-deactivated2020080]

“Are you following me? Because if so, I’m totally flattered that I’m cool enough to stalk. But at the same time kind of creeped out..”

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“Me?” Francesca asked with slight confusion. “No, I swear, I guess we just happened to be walking the same way for quite awhile.” She let a slight chuckle out and shrugged. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

[dylan-bradford]

Dylan pursed her lips as the other spoke.  Her arms crossed over her chest as she raised her eyebrows slightly at the comment.  “That has got to be the stupid thing I’ve heard all day.”

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“Really?” Francesca asked with furrowed brows. “I just wanted to be sure this fake is passable. Could you please just give me an honest opinion?”

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hi, it’s seven again :) here is Francesca, but unfortunately she doesn’t have her bio written yet, so i put the key points under the cut. message me if you want to plot with her!

-From New York City, Francesca is 18. She grew up in Manhattan, living the life of the lavish from a lower-middle class family. 

-Although she went to an expensive private school, it was on a academic scholarship, and Francesca spent her high school life playing the role of being from the Upper East Side as to not be bullied for not coming from money.

-When Francesca was a senior she began to have an affair with an English teacher at the school. He was 23 and she a consenting adult, so Francesca never thought the consequences would be as bad as they were.

-Upon their discovery, her parents were so disappointed that she was kicked out of her home, and she went to live with the teacher, Mr. Bloome. However, when her parents welcomed her back home and they found out where she was living, they went to the school with the news. Mr. Bloome was fired, Francesca was expelled. Shortly after, Mr. Bloome dumped Francesca and moved away.

-With no where to go and a heart completely broken, Francesca took her car and a few essentials before moving to Cape Cod. When she first arrived she was couch crashing with a friend, paying rent by working odd jobs. But since she wasn’t able to graduate, she wasn’t able to find any jobs that were permanent.

-Now, Francesca is looking for a job that doesn’t require and high school degree and a home that is affordable in rent. 

-Overall: Francesca is friendly, sensitive, a good friend, and loving. But she is also shy, guarded, manipulative, and a compulsive liar.