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10: When was your last physical fight?

More recently than it should be according to some people. But not as recently as it could be. I want to say probably … five months ago or something. There was some asshole at the bar who was talking shit. What was I supposed to do, not punch him in the fucking face?

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14: Do you miss someone?

Nah. If someone isn’t in my life anymore usually it’s good riddance.

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20: Where was the last place you made out with someone?

No where interesting. The motel I think. Probably. I haven’t had a day where I’ve made out with someone and forgotten about it in a long time so… Probably the motel.

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liaisonramirez‌:

All hands were desperately needed on deck, even those that could’ve been pegged as useless and uninterested. She wasn’t sure where to put Frankie on the spectrum, but he’d showed up and that was more than could be said for a few others. In an odd sense, she trusted him, but in another, she knew him and knew better of something so juvenile and reckless. This wasn’t about trust though, no, this was about accountability and his presence was a fine act of that, even if he seemed entirely uninterested in the whole thing.

“We don’t have to be out here too much longer. Once the sun sets, we’ll have to call it a night. No use in torturing ourselves,” she started, though she easily cut herself off from such harsh words. It shouldn’t have been considered torture; they were searching for a good cause, but part of her knew they’d find nothing. Whatever had happened to Brian wouldn’t be solved as easily as stumbling through the woods. If it were that easy, they would’ve found him already.

Arms tightened around her chest at the question, one of assumption, but clearly based off fact. He knew her, but that didn’t mean she’d give him the truth. “Cold, tired,” she shrugged, “as is everyone else. Besides that, I’m fine.” She had to be fine, because her job didn’t allow her not to be. After the search was completed, she’d have to return to the Mayor’s office to put together some kind of formal speech that stated what they’d found, or what they didn’t find. Then, it’d be up to her to start another attempt.

“Have any plans for after this whole thing ends?” She could go for some food, but then again, it was hard keeping an appetite with so much stress. “Thanks for coming out, Frankie. I know this isn’t on your top ten list of things to do, but it’s appreciated.”

There was a wryly amused smile that crossed Frankie's face at Lisa's words, but he didn't say anything. She probably didn't mean it humorously. Her sense of humor didn't tend to be that dark. Still, he was amused at the 'no use torturing ourselves' comment anyway. If it had been another time he may have said something. Right now it seemed in bad taste, even to him...

He also kept to himself how much he didn't believe Lisa was 'fine'. Frankie wouldn't push that either. Hell, maybe she was fine besides being cold, and tired. Lisa was a tough woman. She'd been through a lot before. Would a rehash of a terrible memory really be what did her in? Right now? She was probably fine. For right now. "So, do you think there's a point to being out here right now? If we're all cold and tired?" For once Frankie didn't mean that to sound like an asshole. He half hoped Lisa didn't take it that way, but ... he knew that was how it sounded.

It was just... a question. A little blunt, maybe. But a question anyway.

"I know how lost the town would be without me here, so I figured I ought to come," Frankie said in a deadpan tone, pulling a cigarette and lighter out of his pocket. "I don't actually have anything to do right now anyway, or later. Want to head to the bar after this? It might be a bit crowded..." Drinking seemed appropriate -- alcoholic or non alcoholic -- but Frankie had the feeling he wouldn't be the only one to think that.

Did he really want to deal with the rest of the people in town even after this gathering was over? "The motel is empty, I might just head back there instead if you want to tag along."

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bookhag

Your sibling, after all, is the only other person in the world who understands how fucked up your parents made you.

Deb Caletti, The Nature of Jade (via bookhag)

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liaisonramirez‌:

WHERE: the woods.

TIME: 5:45 pm

OPEN TO: anyone.

The sun was disappearing and the daylight was fading, but the efforts of the search were still going strong. They’d go until there was no daylight left to protect them from the unwavering cold and one could only hope for a final Hail Mary of a miracle. It was human nature to wonder the obvious; to wonder if Brian was even in the woods or if whoever had taken him had thought better of it. After all, anyone who knew of the tragic ‘84 murder would know better than to fall back to the scene. Then again, what the hell did she know?

The cold was making itself comfortable within her stiffening body, but she refused to leave. She couldn’t walk away out of weakness, no, she’d faced worse than this in Vietnam. If she could survive that war, she could survive this. “Son of a bitch,” she mouthed, a cool, unexpected breeze rocking her to the core. No one would want to give up the search, but the odds were quickly stacking against them. They couldn’t search safely after dark and if they stayed out too long, they’d be useless in the days to come.

“Hey,” she called out, voice hoarse in comparison to what she’d expected. “Hey,” she repeated, this time a bit stronger than before. “How are you feeling? It’s getting colder out and I have to make sure no one is overdoing it.” Rich coming from someone who was doing just that.

He didn't want to be here. He really, really didn't.

The only real reason Frankie had shown up was because he decided it would look ... suspicious if he didn't. He didn't need to give people any more of a reason to talk. So, he showed up -- late. Alright, he'd only been there for about ten minutes. But he was here. No one could say he didn't come. He showed up, and did a horrible job at feigning intrest in finding a little boy they were not going to find out here just wandering the woods like he'd lost track of time and forgot to come home or something.

Maybe the kid was dead, maybe he wasn't -- but he wasn't going to be out here. Some would call that pessimism. Frankie liked to believe he was just being realistic.

His attention was drawn when he heard Lisa, turning to look over at his friend he gave something of an amused grin. "I'm fine," Frankie said, as he walked over to her, "unless you're giving me permission to leave. Then I'm freezing, and tired, and will probably collapse if I'm out here any longer..."

Of course he was probably doing a lot better than her, knowing Lisa she had been out here for hours. "How are you feeling? You're not projecting are you?"

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Devil’s Knot Task 1:1 - Connections

1. Bobby Davies - What does Frankie know about Bobby? Not much in all honesty. He knows Bobby is his brother's weird friend. Perry and Bobby, they used to be inseparable. He knows his brother left Devil's Knot only to return later upset, and without that weird kid Bobby with him. He also knows Bobby is related to Tony, and there is just a lot of negative attached to that in and of itself -- as unfair as it may seem. But what does Frankie know about the kid? Not much. So, how does Frankie feel about him? Not great.

2. Mary Hawker - The more things change the more things stay the same, and Mary is a good example of that. Back in the day when Mary was a teenager who hung around with his brother, she could cause trouble all on her own that much is true. But he likely didn’t help. He'd buy her booze when she needed it, and from time to time the two would hang out and chat. And now look at them. A trouble maker like Frankie owns his own business, and a rebellious spirit like Mary works at the school. There is something kindred about them, and they still hang out and drink together. But at least it's legal for her to do it this time.

3. Connie Romano - The thing about running a motel is you often get to meet the new people in town before they actually settle down in Devil's Knot. That's how it was with Connie and her brother. She seemed like a nice kid, and Frankie was more than happy to give her the hard truths about what a town like Devil's Knot was like when she asked. Over her time staying at the motel he became something like a older brother figure to her. They bonded over shitty Continental breakfast he bought at the gas station, and playing with his dog, Polly. She still comes around to help him out at the Motel -- and he'd never turn down someone doing his job for him.

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frankie esposito - [ moodboard 001 ]

#[ about ]#[ inspiration ]#[ mood board ]#honestly jesse pinkman is probably the biggest inspiration for frankie lmao

devilsknotrp

THE JAILBIRD

Age: Thirty nine Occupation: Owner of Room With a View Motel Personality: Wry, resourceful, observant; insolent, unhelpful, self-serving. Faceclaim: Diego Luna

TRIGGER WARNINGS FOR IMPLIED DOMESTIC ABUSE

To say Frankie has seen and done everything would be an understatement. Frankie has been to hell and back, or so it seems, and has a dozen tattoos to tell the tale. A troubled childhood spent under the thumb of an alcoholic, deadbeat father will turn you into a twisted thing, if you let it. For years Frankie succumbed to his fury, and ended up in jail a number of times for his trouble. After Sal went and died on him back in ‘84, Frankie became the reluctant, misplaced owner of the family business. Frankie has mixed feelings about his life. In some ways he yearns for the adrenaline-pumping chaos of the early years, but he also appreciates a steady, if modest, income, and a clean-ish place to rest his head. Frankie surprised himself with how business savvy he is. It’s a stretch to say the motel has been turned around, and he acts like he hates the joint, but deep down he’s kind of proud of what he’s achieved. Back in ‘84, Frankie fell in with a crooked cop called Tony Jones. That guy was bad fucking news, and if Frankie hadn’t opened his eyes in time, he might have ended up in Max Acosta’s place. Frankie has had people pull one over on him before. He just wishes his only friend hadn’t been the one to betray him. Frankie has managed to claw back the Esposito reputation after Sal devotedly burned it to the ground. While he’s no upstanding citizen – and he still gets tossed out of the bar drunk every now and then – the community watched him go from nothing to something. He’s still a black sheep, but it’s better than what life was like before.

PERRY ESPOSITO → Younger brother, used to be estranged, trying to rebuild a relationship. TONY JONES → Old friend, jilted, was once attracted to and now hates. SANDY SILVERMAN → Had an affair for most of 1984, sometimes see each other around town, feelings are hard to define. KAITO YAMAOKA → Friend, he often does work around the motel, they smoke dope together. LISA RAMIREZ → Old friend, helped him with parole years ago, they often catch up over beers.

Frankie is OPEN

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self para 000 - application writing sample

He wasn't drunk. He had been drinking, but he was far from drunk. The thing about doing a lot of drugs, and drinking your weight in booze when you were growing up meant you developed a high tolerance. That was the entire reason for hard drugs, right? You developed a high tolerance for the regular shit, alcohol included, so might as well do some blow or something. That had been a long time ago, but that didn't mean his tolerance was any lower. So, yes, Frankie had gotten a few drinks at the bar, and ended up in his car driving home. It wasn't the first time, and it wouldn't be the last.

Unfortunately it wasn't the first time, and probably wouldn't be the last he would see of bright red and blue flashing police lights in his rearview mirror either.

Fuck.

He hadn't done anything wrong, but he still couldn't help the fight or flight response that jumped in his chest. He couldn't help the spike of fear that sliced through him. Just calm the fuck down bro. He wanted to, but with the very recent missing child -- and his history with not only cops, but these missing persons cases -- he couldn't. He quickly took stock of everything he had been doing up until this point, and watched as the cop walked over to his car. It wasn't someone he recognized. Maybe some new guy trying to make a name for himself, or some bullshit. Alright, asshole let's do this.

"License and Registration please? Are you aware of how fast you were driving, Mr Esposito?"

"The speed limit." Frankie said placing his hands on the steering wheeling and gripping it tightly as the officer shined his flashlight in his face. Nice.

"And how fast is that?"

Frankie just turned his head and glared in silence.

"Have you been drinking tonight, Mr Esposito?"

"You've been following me since I hit the road, haven't you?" He wasn't an idiot. He could spot a cop from miles away. He knew when he was being hounded. He wasn't new to this game.

The cop looked surprised then took a step back, "can you step out of the car, Mr Esposito?"

He debated what to do. He didn't have to get out, he knew his rights. He could stay sitting right there in the front seat, knuckles with from gripping the wheel a little too tightly and eyes on the road in front of him. Frankie took a moment to consider his options, before opening the drivers side door and stepping out of the car. "What do you want, Officer?"

"What were you doing yesterday morning? Between 8am and 3pm?"

Frankie leaned against his car, furrowing his eyebrows. Yes, that was what he expected it was about, but that certainly was a big chunk of time there. He expected this guy was low on the ladder, trying to make a name for himself. Fantastic. That's all he needed tonight, some jumped up fucking pig trying to make a name off of him. Like it had never happened before. "I was at work. The Motel washing sheets. You really think I kidnapped that kid? Why the fuck would I have done that?"

"You're asking a lot of questions here Mr Esposito," the man said shining his flashlight in his eyes again. Frankie turned away with a grimace, and rolled his eyes. "Do you have proof of what you were doing?"

"Yes, I do." Fuck yes he did. Did he look fucking new? It had been years ago that Frankie installed cameras in the lobby, and laundry room of the motel. Half because he didn't trust people to not pull some bullshit. But there was always an underlying reason as well. He knew -- because of his past, because of his name, because of his fucking father -- that the dumb ass people in this town, and the dumber cops would always look at him the moment anything happened. His brother got it as well, sure. But ... he could handle himself ... Right?

People might have thought he was being paranoid. But people didn't know half of the bullshit he'd seen cops pull in his thirty nine years. He didn't trust them. He didn't trust anyone. He would cover his own ass, and if anyone wanted to come for him -- fuck them.

He watched as the cop's light slid slowly towards the window of his car, and he leaned into his eye line. "Why don't you go write me up for a citation, and come back when you have a fucking warrant," Frankie said, the authoritative tone carrying in his voice made the cop send him a surprised look, before he turned away and walked back to his own car. That's what Frankie thought. He wasn’t here to play around anymore.

Fucking Pig.

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