Wannabe F. Scott Fitzgerald

Frank. 23. Simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.

[francescomanero]

leprechaun-in-america:

Declan grabbed the gun and looked at it, it was all weird and new to him, he held a gun before, but he never actually needed to use it, so he wasn’t sure how exactly to use, he knows that he has to point and pull the trigger, but of course it wasn’t all that, he was good at aiming though, because he is good in basketball, and that takes a lot of skills on aiming, so he just needed to get used to shoot, but he had time for that, he would train until he was used “Okay, but if I shoot the door, wouldn’t it end up making a hole in it and it may end up hurting someone? You know, a stray bullet, maybe I should train in a place that’s actually appropriate for that?” he asked with a frown, he would never forgive himself if he ends up hurting someone, he would never do anything to hurt an innocent person.

“Hmm... there could be some truth to that...” Frank admitted, trying to come up with another option - which of course were rather limited. Back in the day, they had plenty but usually just ended up shooting random furniture or walls anyway. “Although I doubt it’s really likely. Of course I don’t have a professional shooting range or the likes but I think there’s supposed to be one not that far from here if you want to really train first - otherwise we could head out into the woods belonging to my property or we could try the basement which is probably our safest option. Nothing’s going to happen if you just aim at one of these old cabinets down there.” He suggested eventually.

[nightmarewithlonghair-blog]

Jenna had been so focused on her own thoughts that she hadn’t realised that a guy was getting closer to her. He had a cigarette on his hand, and it was lit so he probably didn’t want a lighter. He didn’t know her, no one knew her there, what could he possibly want? He also looked too old to be studying there and it was kinda weird to see someone walking around there at that time. And then she came up with the idea that maybe he was trying to sell… something, anyway, that thought didn’t bother her, she bought things really often. “Hi, excuse me,” he told her and she thought that, at least, he was polite “but do you happen to know Mike Montgomery?” Mike Montgomery? She was sure she didn’t know him but she definitely knew his sister, Aria Montgomery. She wasn’t really interested on the things that were going on around her but the story of Aria and her friends was hard to avoid. She shook her head and let the smoke come out of her mouth before speaking  “I’m sorry, I don’t know him.”

[francescomanero]

Well, that was a fail but he should have known it from the start. There were no such things as heavenly signs one could blindly rely on - if you suddenly noticed a stranger in a corner, they simply weren’t exactly likely to offer you the solution to your problems unless your life was a video game.  “Bummer,” he muttered more to himself than to the girl, taking a drag from his cigarette before he spoke up, “but oh well; thanks anyway.”  Ready to turn back around and leave, a certain curiosity summoned him to stay just a little longer, until he might receive answers to more or less unimportant questions. Having attended high school in New York, he naturally couldn’t be fully aware of Rosewood High’s general schedule - one would think dating a senior here should have taught him a bit in that department but he could barely recall her ever even attending school - but considering how abandoned the facilities were, he was pretty sure that classes were currently in full swing. Either that girl was one of the most reckless skippers he had ever come across or maybe she didn’t even go here? “Can’t you get expelled for smoking on school grounds?” He thus asked rather casually, out of pure interest as to what kind of person he had just met.

[nightmarewithlonghair-blog]

Jenna left her mother’s car saying goodbye very fast. She walked to the building like the rest of students and waited a bit until the car disappeared, then she walked out and went to a side of the basketball court. She knew that place very well since it was where she spent most of the time when she was at school. She sat in a spot where you could barely see her, then she lit a cigarette and started smoking quietly while looking at the sky.

[francescomanero]

Rosewood High was one of the few buildings of the town Frank wasn’t really familiar with and presumably never would be. Nonetheless, he found himself strolling around the school’s grounds today, in search of a boy he considered his friend from whom he hadn’t heard in a while - but for whom he had a proposition he might want to consider if he hadn’t utterly misjudged him. Too bad that he didn’t even know where to start. In frustration, he lit a cigarette, about ready to give up and go home. Normal people simply texted each other instead of circling a basketball court time and time again, didn’t they? Just about to turn on his heels and head back to his car, he spotted a girl that immediately made him feel a lot better about smoking on school grounds, rather well hidden - probably because she could get in trouble for it. What could they really do to a college senior, suspend him? Deciding to take this as some sort of sign, he decided to simply ask her if she had seen the person he was looking for - it could be worth a shot, right? “Hi, excuse me,” He began as he approached her, “but do you happen to know Mike Montgomery?”

[francescomanero]

leprechaun-in-america:

“Yes, we will”  he said with a half smile, Frank always have been as optimistic as Declan, or maybe a little less, but still almost as optimistic, which it may be the reason why they get long so well, there’s other reasons too of course  “I want a gun, I am against killing, but this is different, A is the devil, and if I need to hurt the person that kidnapped them, and made them go through this hell, I will, without thinking twice, nobody mess with my friends”

“Alright then, we’ll see what we can do.” Frank decided with newly-found confidence, motioning his friend to follow him to his bedroom. “And you definitely don’t have to kill them. Just a little bullet to a leg or a shoulder or the likes can really work wonders at temporarily disabling your opponent and that’s exactly what we need.” Having reached his bedroom, he roamed through his night stand while he explained his motives for carrying fire arms, soon finding his preferred .22 pistol, the only one he had ever actually used, and adjusting the silencer out of habit. “Let’s just hope I still have another one. I should, though. I just need to remember where I hid it.” He thought aloud. Hiding the few “belongings” - or well, let’s call them mementos - of his past during one of his heavy cocaine abuse phases might not have been the smartest idea. The only part of it he could always find were the expensive suits he now barely had any use for - they promptly came into view when he opened his closet. “Must be here somewhere.” Muttering more to himself than to Declan, he attempted to find a hollow part in the wall due to a clouded memory - and indeed found one, the perfect hiding place for another pistol, a .38 this time. “There we go.” He carefully handed it to his friend after checking if it was ready to be used or still in need of ammo. “If you like to do a shot for practise, you could use the door as a target, I guess? It might not hurt to at least give it a try before we go around pointing it at actual people.” He noted matter-of-factly while putting on one of the many expensive jackets for old times sake - they sure made you feel a lot more confident about carrying unregistered firearms - sounding almost as if he was talking business, much like his instructors had sounded back in the day.

[biliciouseleanor]

“Yeah, but then again, A kind of makes our lives harder in every way, so I am not surprised, it’s making this part harder as well, but we can do this, let’s just not give up and keep trying until we find them” he said, he wasn’t his smile self anymore, but who can blame him? His girlfriend and friends are stuck somewhere, and A is probably torturing them, he has been having nightmares about it since he found out they were kidnapped, everyone else that cares about them is probably having a hard time too “I never used a gun before, but I am a quick learner, you can teach me, and I know kung fu, so that can help us, I think, I am good at fighting”

[francescomanero]

“You’re right, we can. And we will.” Frank agreed with determination. “Okay, that’s very good. Kung fu is definitely a lot better than nothing. And guns really aren’t that hard to use but you might not even need one if you’re that skilled at fighting. I’d rather be safe, though, and take one. If you still want one, I should have a spare hidden somewhere.” He recalled, partly already on his way to his bedroom.

[biliciouseleanor]

“Yes, let’s do something” he said with a small smile, his parents would kill him if they knew he is putting himself in danger like this, but they also would be proud because he is trying his best to help other people like this “They say something about the woods? I mean seems the best place, because it seems a place where A would take the girls, I mean a place where A could hide the girls, like a place where it could have an abandoned house or something like that” he shrugged “Makes sense?”

[francescomanero]

“The woods... yeah, that sounds convenient. Especially since there’s plenty of supply.” Frank realised dryly. A part of Rosewood’s woods even started behind his house though he very much doubted that would be the one they were looking for. “Makes sense.” He thus decided. “It doesn’t make it extremely easy for us but still easier. Now I just have one more question.” Casually picking up his coffee cup and at last taking a sip, he tried to think of a harmless sounding way to put this into words but there probably simply was none. “How are you with weapons? Like, guns in particular. Just because we have to be prepared if you ask me.”

[biliciouseleanor]

“I like that idea, because waiting is making me go crazy, I want to do something to help” he said with a frown, not to mention that he’s not sure if the cops are really that well in finding clues, but then again, maybe A is just too smart, though Declan is way smarter than A, so if anyone can find something is him, or at least he hopes so, because he wants to find them as soon as possible, god knows what A is doing with them.

[francescomanero]

“Alright, then let’s do something.” Back on his feet before they had even made any definite plans, Frank was determined to not waste any more time. “The only real question here is where we should start - that we’ll be more successful than the police is kind of obvious. Have you heard about any clues they got about a possible location? Otherwise we’ll just have to go check up on those first. There has to be something.” He mused, thoroughly convinced that this had to be easier to do that it might seem.

[biliciouseleanor]

“I haven’t gotten any news, there’s two possibilities, they may have not found anything or they’re just hiding it from us, I wouldn’t be surprised if it was the last option, the way they are” he shrugged, but he really wishes that if they find something they will tell them “Yes, I am tired of it, I want to do something to help, I don’t want to stay sitting down waiting them find something, because they aren’t very trustful in my opinion.

[francescomanero]

Pursing his lips, Frank took a moment to think this through. That it was high time to stop just passively waiting for the world to change was out of the question - but could they actually do something or was that just an insane vision? Well, they could try. “You’re right, they aren’t - at least I don’t think they are. If we keep waiting and waiting for them, we might just wait forever. So, I ask you: why don’t we just do something about this? I mean, we might not be getting anywhere either but the least we can do is try, right? It’s better than doing nothing and complaining.” He proposed without further ado. Not that he really had a foolproof plan for any of this yet but a little spontaneity never hard nobody - or well, it probably did at some point.

[biliciouseleanor]

Declan wouldn’t usually drink coffee, but he has been having trouble with sleeping in the past few days, so he could use a cup of coffee to wake him up a little and help him go through the day “Thank you” he smiled before he took  a sip of the coffee.

“Not well” he bit his lip, but his friend probably knew that already, his girlfriend and friends were in the dollhouse, nobody would be able to be happy and going through that easily, he will just be okay again once they are out and okay again, which was something that he had no idea if would happen anytime soon, but he was hoping it will.

[francescomanero]

“That’s what I thought.” Swallowing, Frank lowered his gaze, staring into the dark abyss of the liquid filling his own cup. Of course he wasn’t well. Who could possibly be? All everyone could do was worry and slowly but surely give up hope. Warming his hands for another moment, he eventually put the cup down on the coffee table, untouched, no longer even in the mood to take peaceful sips of a hot beverage. “Aren’t there any news I must have missed? None at all?” As if he didn’t know the answer. Rubbing his temples, he sighed. “For once, I was planning on finally trusting the police yet they disappoint me again. They’re letting us all t´down and just expect us to sit around and wait - aren’t you tired of that as well?” 

[francescomanero]

Taking a seat beside his friend, Frank handed him a hastily prepared cup of coffee. Tea might have been more fitting for the nature of their meet up but he didn’t think he even had any. Who needed a non-alcoholic beverage to calm themselves anyway? “So, how are you holding up?” He inquired perhaps somewhat clumsily but with earnest interest. It was hard to imagine just how Declan had to be feeling in this situation, the girls he presumably cared most about abducted, but he believed to be have at least an idea of how miserable he had to be, sitting around and getting nowhere. 

[francescomanero]

mikey-montgomery:

“But you aren’t so it doesn’t matter. Yeah, that makes sense. But yeah, Aria’s been missing for a good couple of days and the police don’t seem to be doing anything so I was on my way to the station.  You feel sympathy for me? That makes me feel pathetic.

“Oh wow, that sucks. Don’t put your trust in the police. Let’s be honest, they’re probably trying to do something but can’t because they’re nothing but a disgrace. If you want something to get done, you ought to do it yourself. Sympathy isn’t supposed to make you feel pathetic. That would be pity which it doesn’t equal. It just means I don’t care as little about you as I do about most people.”

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Operation Rescue|| Toby & Frank

[francescomanero]

cavanaugh-t:

Toby nodded knowingly, stepping towards the door, poking his head out to wave down a nearby officer to request a cup of coffee for Frank, “okay, coffee is on its way,” he said with a knowing smile. Toby quietly assessed Frank’s thoughts, “Okay, we will check into her most recent texts and see what we can find out, that was definitely helpful,” he nodded, opening the door at a knock and sliding the cup across the table to Frank. He mimicked Frank’s sigh as he thought about how impossible this task was becoming and he shook his head with a huff.

“Thanks.” Frank nodded once more, managing a small smile. He had never really gotten to know Toby prior to him becoming a cop but even for a cop, he was, surprisingly, very tolerable. “Well, that at least makes me feel a whole lot better about this whole thing. Now I’m only hoping it’ll actually be of any use.” Picking up the cup and taking a small sip from it, he was sure they were both thinking the same thing - checking the texts probably wouldn’t get them anywhere. Even if it did, the information they’d receive would probably lead them down a cleverly planted wrong path. “I’m also hoping I wasn’t the most helpful source you’ve found so far.” He joked weakly. He probably was. It was more than obvious that A wasn’t only one, but various steps ahead of them. “In all honesty,” clearing his throat, he slightly shifted on his chair, “do you - not as Officer Toby but just as, you know, Toby think this’ll get us anywhere? This whole police thing?” For once, he wasn’t even trying to trash the system. The only thing he was concerned about was that so far, Rosewood’s police department had never stumbled upon as much of a single clue as to who this A person was and he doubted that would change all of a sudden just because they had stepped up their game.

[francescomanero]

mikey-montgomery:

“Yeah. I’d  pick you being my dad over him in a heartbeat. My sisters not around my parents are just curious were she is and I guess I am having one of those days…Why do you care?”

“Why, I’m honoured. Although I’m afraid I can’t guarantee I wouldn’t be an awful dad as well. I’ve kind of never tried it before and you never know what you’ll actually do in a situation until you’re in it, right? Wait - Aria’s just vanished? Hmm... odd. Well, I care about a lot of things. The people I feel sympathy for are on my list of those things as well.”

[jason-d-here]

Emptiness|| Jason & Frank

[francescomanero]

jason-d-here:

Jason snorted at Frank’s question, “well, I certainly hope not,” he said, “I just ate a bagel, so if that’s the case, I’m royally screwed.” The blonde laughed slightly, “Seriously though, where couldn’t everyone be? I haven’t heard from my sister since the water park and with her quickly approaching her due date…” he trailed off with a sigh.

“Oh God, so I was late then.” Frank chuckled, shaking his head. “Well, if you get any symptoms soon, we’ll know I was right and I’ll gladly take you to the nearest ER. Let’s hope for the best, though.” Frowning slightly, he shrugged. “It really is starting to feel a little odd.” Even more so when Jason brought up Alison. “Really now? Did she usually check in regularly?” He inquired with knit brows. “I mean, with pregnant girls you can always just blame it on mood swings but perhaps you’d be better off checking up on her in person...”

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Operation Rescue|| Toby & Frank

[francescomanero]

cavanaugh-t:

Toby nodded, his hands clasped in front of him as he listened to Frank talk, “Well, for starters, do you think a cup of coffee might make you feel a bit better?” he asked, knowing what an intense hang over felt like. He thought over Frank’s run through of the events, “Hanna disappeared behind the slides with her phone?” He thought, an idea somewhat forming in his mind, “maybe we can trace her last texts and see if that helps us find them?” he said, pondering out loud. “Was there anybody at the party who seemed out of place? or like they didn’t belong there?” He asked the other male.

“Coffee? Highly likely.” Frank nodded slightly - and rather briefly since he believed to be at risk of making the room spin. “If it’s not too much of a hassle.” The last thing he had ever expected to happen to him at a police station was to be offered coffee but he surely wouldn’t turn that offer down. Not in his state. When Toby inquired about Hanna again, he squinted slightly as if to bring the memory back in front of his inner eye, then confirmed: “Yeah, definitely with her phone. I think she was somewhat glued to the screen but not typing so it’s not unlikely she just got a message, right? So maybe that’ll really help. At least I hope it will.” If they were being honest and she had gotten an A text, it probably wouldn’t - but perhaps it wasn’t from A and it would actually get them somewhere. You never know unless you try, right? Trying to remember if he noticed anyone who didn’t quite belong was a bit harder to do. “No, I don’t really think so. Hey, one new girl considered me out of place.” This matter was too serious for jokes so he suppressed a chuckle. “But I think apart from her, I didn’t even really see anyone I didn’t already know in one way or another.” He sighed quietly. “As always, they remained in the shadows I guess.”

[mikey-montgomery]

“You clearly haven’t know me for long enough..What are you? My dad or something?….I. I’m sorry. Maybe I shouldn’t.”

[francescomanero]

“Probably not. Well, I hope I’m not your dad because as far as I’m informed that guy’s a bit of a serious douche. Hey, it’s whatever. But what’s up with you anyway? Are you just having one of those crappy days or is there a reason you’re in such a jolly mood?”

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Operation Rescue|| Toby & Frank

Toby stood in the conference room at the station waiting for the next person to be shuffled in, he was trying to take as many statements as possible in an attempt to figure out where all of the people missing from the town could possibly be. He raised his hands to gently rub his temples as he heard the door open, he turned and nodded to the other officer before turning to greet Frank. “Thank you for coming down. Please have a seat” he said with a sigh, as he sat down across the table"we are doing everything we can to resolve this situation quickly. Can you tell me everything you saw or heard while at the water park? Anything regarding the people who seemed to have disappeared?“ he asked the other person.

[francescomanero]

Every fibre of his being hated the fact that he had even entered the local police station but Frank knew it was the right thing to do. For once in his life, he would at least try to put trust into law enforcement. Nodding quietly, he took the offered seat in the conference room across from Toby. In all honesty, he probably wouldn’t be much of a help although he wanted to be. He couldn’t recall seeing anything suspicious but maybe even what he could recall would contribute somewhat to this case. “Well, I doubt I’ve seen much of importance to be honest. I mostly seem to have talked to people who haven’t disappeared.” He explained apologetically. “But I had a chat with Aria for a while. She vanished, right? We mostly just talked about how awful sunscreen smells.” He rolled his eyes at the memory. “I think at some point she went to get another drink but never came back. I didn’t think much of it. Just that she had probably been caught up in conversation with someone else but come to think of it, I didn’t spot her again after that. Oh and Hanna kind of disappeared behind the slides with her phone and then I never saw her again either I think.” Knitting his brows, he tried his best to recall everything he had seen. Maybe he had had one drink too many with his usual drinking buddy Cass. “I’m not sure just how reliable of a source I am. I did wake up with a pretty bad hangover the other day.” He admitted, rubbing his temples.