It's FRANCIS

While life has been exceptionally cruel to some, adversity can be the most sincere of friends. We may not have a dime But we've got street savoire faire

[paintspeckledcarson]

Gallery || Francis & Bria

[paintspeckledcarson]

He had a critical eye, and Bria could take criticism. As long as it wasn’t rude, then she just got annoyed. But she was willing to listen to proper critique, after all it was just meant to help when given properly. And Bria wanted to improve. It was why she didn’t say that she was the artist right away. People were much more honest with that.

She smiled gently, looking at the particular piece they stood in front of. She artist couldn’t help but puff up a bit when he said she had talent. She nodded at his words though… they were familiar. “My sister’s told me that before. Says I could do great things if I got out of Storybrooke… but I like it here, it’s good for muse.” She nodded and then turned to face him properly. “Bria Carson.” She offered her hand to him, might as well introduce herself properly.

[notfrank-notfrankie]

Francis breathed a laugh at her words. Just about anyone could do better than Storybrooke. It was such a.. quaint town. Anyone with talent deserved to live elsewhere. When she offered her and, Francis took it, returning the gesture with a gentlemanly handshake. "Carson?" He asked, eyeing the piece. "And this is yours?" He asked, wanting to make sure before jumping to conclusions.

[notfrank-notfrankie]

The Sea Is No Place For Me || Dee & Francis

[humblebeedee]

Dee flapped her arms wildly, trying her best to scare off the food snatching rude birds. There were too many of them in Storybrooke to her liking! Even if the nice girls at the sanctuary said every animal mattered. Could a couple of seagulls really make that much of a difference? Honestly? When the birds finally gave off, Dee huffed again, “shoo!” then placed her hands on her hips and smiled to herself. The girl jumped around and grinned to the man. “No problem! One took off with half of my grilled cheese,” she frowned thinking about it, but then quickly smiled again. “What did you call them?” She asked intrigued, head tilting to the side as she looked up to him.

[notfrank-notfrankie]

The birds finally gave in, frightened off by the rampaging girl. He huffed in their direction, holding his head high. "Good riddance." The excitable girl jumped and drew Francis' attention back to her. "Did they now? Thieving tyrants they are, the lot of them." Well.. that may have been a little hypocritical.. but stealing from a child was out of the question! "Hm?" He looked at her oddly, unsure by what she meant. "Thieving tyrants? Or shameless ruffians?"

[paintspeckledcarson]

Gallery || OPEN

She had rented the building out for the weekend to host a small, but well stocked art auction. There were paintings of fantasy scenes, with all sorts of creatures lining the walls. Even a few were clearly Storybrooke. Like the one of the town, but replaced with a medieval type setting and there was a dragon flying overhead. They were all very well done, and clearly by someone who loved painting.

She made her way over to someone who’d been browsing for a fair amount of time. And smiled. “So- what do you think of the paintings?” Her photo wasn’t anywhere here, just her name. She was cleaned up too, a nice pair of pants and a blouse that were void of any paint. So— she was hoping maybe they’d give her an honest reaction without knowing she was the artist. 

[notfrank-notfrankie]

While Storybrooke was hardly the host of masterpieces, it was the closest Fancis could come to some talent in the uncultured sty of a town. He couldn't buy anything, of course not, but it didn't hurt to wander the halls and see just what talent the town had to offer. Short answer: not much.

He hadn't gotten far before a young woman was asking for his opinion. He huffed lightly, tilting his head back to regard the artwork closely. It was a common question in gallery's. Small chat. He didn't think too much of it. "There's talent, yes. Better than some of the art here. It's vivid and the strokes certain. Whoever painted it surely had confidence in the work. It certainly doesn't belong in such a small town."

[miusix-deactivated20151028]

Oliver & Company - Streets of gold

[notfrank-notfrankie]

The Sea Is No Place For Me || Bianca & Francis

[ohijustlovetakeoffs]

Bianca had been walking the beach, shoes in hand admiring the water. She’d been swimming earlier that day and had been laying in the sun after that. For now she was in a bathing suit covered by a cover up buttoned down the front. She’d ordered a meal earlier and had left over, they were cold now and she was simply looking for a trashcan in her walking when she encountered the scrounging birds and the man fighting them off. “Oh-!” She quickly opened her left over which consisted of fries and bread. “It will not hold them off for long but they don’t seem to be bothered by humans, so perhaps that is the best defense currently.” She laughed gently looking up at him. 

[notfrank-notfrankie]

In an instant the birds left him be, flocking to someone else's left overs. It didn't stop Francis from sending the birds filthy looks. "It's more than you deserve," he muttered towards them.

"Thank you, my dear," he replied, a little flustered. They had stopped.. for now. Now he was going to have to scoff the chips down. What a pity. "Filthy scavengers, harassing people for food." Sure, Francis was guilty of manipulating people for food.. but he wasn't nearly as pushy about it!

[notfrank-notfrankie]

The Sea Is No Place For Me || Dee & Francis

[humblebeedee]

"Hey!" Dedra shouted at the rude seagull that stole her grilled cheese half right out of her hand. She sprung up to her feet and started chasing after the seagull, waving her hands around to get the other seagulls on the beach. As she ran along the beach, she noticed a man that was about to lose his food to a determined group of seagulls. "Hey you big fat meanie! Stop being a lazy pants!!" She shouted as she ran towards the man and tried to shoo the seagull. "GO AWAY! No one likes you!"

[notfrank-notfrankie]

Big fat- "I beg your pardon?" he huffed rather offended, turning as a little girl ran towards him. It took him a moment to realize she was talking, or rather yelling, at the seagulls. Thank the heavens, he thought he was being insulted by a child! He stepped back as the girl ran at the birds, hugging the chips closer to his chest. He was not giving them up to scavengers. The birds fluttered further back though still hung close, watching for the smallest slip in his chip handling.

"Shameless ruffians," he growled, nudging a foot towards them again. He wasn't quite as effective as the young girl. "Thank you," he offered the girl, still turning his body, and the chips, away from the waiting birds.

[notfrank-notfrankie]

Who are your friends here?

Tito, Dodger, Rita, Einstein, Oliver, Victoria, Fagin, and perhaps Abril and Anna.

[notfrank-notfrankie]

What's your best childhood memory?

Piano lessons with mother. She was always so passionate about it. Certain I’d become a musical genius. The next Wolfgang Mozart as she would say. A little dramatic, I know, but children will believe anything. 

[notfrank-notfrankie]

What do you do exactly?

Do you realize how utterly vague your question is?  Do? I eat. I sleep. I sing. I act. I steal. I breath. I am pitied by most people because they think I’m a helpless old man. Pah! I could outrun half of these bumbling fools.

But I’m going to assume that you mean for a profession, and that is picking people’s pockets, breaking into buildings and robbing them blind, and the distraction for when my pack members get in trouble. I’m quite good at it actually. 

[notfrank-notfrankie]

The Sea Is No Place For Me || Open

"Go! Hush! Shoo!" Francis hugged a small cup of chips to his chest, frowning at a flock of seagulls currently rounding him. Why had he gone along with his crew!? Surely they could have had a day on the beach without him. "You're not the only one that's starving! You're more than certainly more well fed than me! Now go!" He tentatively kicked nudged at the flock though it didn't seem to make any leeway.

[notfrank-notfrankie]

Picking Pockets || Francis and Dawn

[keepflappin-dawnpotter]

Dawn was just heading to the vet’s office to see Jane when she saw the gentleman lean against the railing. She automatically rushed to him. “Sir, are you alright? Do I need to take you to the hospital?” When he recovered a little, she let out a sigh of relief. The brunette hadn’t realized yet that this was all just one big hoax. “You’re welcome. Are you sure that you will be fine?”

[notfrank-notfrankie]

"Oh, yes, I believe so," he replied, straightening himself up gripping the railing as to look like he was regaining his balance. "It's nothing, really. One of the many sufferings of humans. Darn my wandering mind, it seems I forgot my medication again. I'll be fine once I reach my home, you needn't worry." He offered her a smile, praying she'd leave him be. While he didn't possess her wallet personally, it was never pleasant to be present at the time of the discovery.

[notfrank-notfrankie]

Picking Pockets || Open

[coralinebutton]

"I saw that!" Coraline ran up as if she were about to scold them, but instead grinned wide. "That’s really clever. I wish I could do that… I’d be like the Robin Hood of Storybrooke. Except, I’d keep a large amount of it for myself. But still! Giving to the poor, all that stuff!"

[notfrank-notfrankie]

Francis had tried to move on, startled when a child ran towards him to abruptly. Saw it? How on Earth could she tell his pack member had been with him? Shouldn't she have chased him instead? "While your intentions seem rather heroic justified, I haven't the slightest clue of what you're speaking about. I certainly did not steal." He looked rather mortified, denying any allegation. Trust a child to put two and two together whilst the average adult wouldn't dare suspect a frail looking man. "But Lord knows the poor of this town could do with a Robin Hood."

[fixthishandinhand]

Friendly Faces || Anna & Francis

[fixthishandinhand]

"Why’s that? You seem nice enough to me… But I guess I haven’t really had much company at all so i’m not picky about the company I do get…" A sad smile flickered over her lips. She’d been staring at the walls and the old, empty halls of the mansion she lived in. She truly wasn’t picky about who she spoke too. It was better than a painting any day. "Most people think I’m too talkative anyway.. Guess it’s just a matter of opinion!" She grinned.

[notfrank-notfrankie]

"Most believe I'm too snarky, or pretentious. To be honest, it's only because their small minds can't comprehend words that surpass two syllables. People are literally too stupid to enjoy my company, my dear. Why's that?" He asked, looking at her curiously. Not too long ago she was saying hello to a stranger. It hardly seemed like she was too shy to keep good company.

[notfrank-notfrankie]

Picking Pockets || Open

"Gah!" Francis grasped his shirt above his heart, leaning against a railing. Someone was at his side instantly, asking him if he was okay. He didn’t reply, face twisted in agony. He opened his eyes, looking strained, though he did watch as one of his gangmates brushed past his ‘helper’, swiping their wallet while their attention was stolen. Once they were long amonst the crowd, he straightened himself up, breathing deeply. "T-thank you, b-but I believe I’ll be fine."

[major-charlie]

[fixthishandinhand]

Friendly Faces || Anna & Francis

[fixthishandinhand]

Anna smiled, she didn’t really care if he’d ordered half the menu, she could probably buy out the store and have plenty of extra money. That was one of the benefits of being an heiress to a not-so-small fortune. Even splitting it with Elisa she was more wealthy than the majority of the town put together. The only man she believed would have them beat for sure would be Mr.Gold, but he practically owned the town so that was to be expected. She paid and dropped the rest of the $20 into the tip jar when she received her change. “Not at all!” She assured him. “It’s nice to have someone to talk to.”

[notfrank-notfrankie]

Francis rose a brow in mild surprise at the generous tip. He considered briefly whether she should risk distracting her and swiping it, but there was far too many witnesses and it was hardly worth the risk. She was wealthy though, and Francis suddenly regretted becoming friendly with her. Alas, another wealthy Storybrooke member who he couldn't bare the guilt of robbing on his conscience. What a pity. "Most find my company to be rather unbearable, actually. You'd be one of the few."

[notfrank-notfrankie]

How would you describe yourself?

A brilliant man with impeccable taste in fine arts and wit that far outshines most others who will also happen to rob you blind if you so much as harm a member of my pack members.