Did We Finally Leave Our Town?

Frank Morrison DBD RP blog || 18+ this man is a piece of shit. || Mun is 25+|| @bitch-energy is my Frank’s canon Julie

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Frank leaned back against the bar where he was perched, letting his head lull to the side with a lovesick sigh, "Julie Kostenko. I remember when I took her to prom. I'd been long expelled, bashing that ref's head against the bleachers 'n everything. But I promised to take her so I climbed in through the science rooms window, suit and all to dance with her." He sighed, sitting down properly, mask clattering to the bar top next to him, "I'd follow that woman down to the very pits of hell. I'd've even married her if we ever got out of Ormond." He smiled at the anon, scar twisting his lips in an unnatural way, "She's the only woman I could ever see myself settling down with. My one true partner in crime."

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“Are you with me?”

“To the end of time.”

@bitch-energy Julie and @stab-wound-study Frank

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{{A stress Headcanon for Frank Morrison}}

Frank has a lot of tics when he’s stressed out, the most common one being tapping things. If it’s during a trial, he’ll tap his knife against his thigh or arm. A lot of fidgeting. He is also a chronic lip biter. Especially after he got the scar across his mouth, he’d pick at it and bite at it until it got ended up a lot worse than it started.  Frank also has a few rude and mean drawing scribbled into his or Julie’s pants, having learned how to draw at one of his foster homes, it’s a way for him to relieve the stress that’s writhing under his skin at all times.

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Do you have a favorite survivor you like to kill?

Frank thought for a moment, running his tongue over his teeth before he smiled, “Ace.” He finally answered, leaning back with a grin, “I like watching the hope drain from his eyes as his luck runs out.” He stabbed his knife into the wood of the table he was perched on to punctuate his sentence, pausing for a moment before letting his head lull back, “It really gets me going.” He cackled, clenching his hands into fists with a manic grin, “Ripping ‘em apart is the best feeling in the world.” His normally bright eyes were tinged red with bloodlust before he took a breath, leaning back with a content sigh, “But that’s my answer, Nonny. Ace.”

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“Long time no see, Ghostie.”

"It has been quite some time since I've heard that voice. Also do not call me Ghostie, what kid of childish name is that?" The brunette haired killer turns towards the all too familiar teenage. "Seems like your misplacement in another reality was temporary. Hopefully one of the other pain in the ass versions of you has vanished into the world you were spit out of."

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The grinning mask hid Frank’s matching one beneath it. He turned the knife over in his hands, hidden behind his back, eyes glittering with malice and ill intent, “I like to think so.” He stepped out from behind his hiding place, slinking into the light, “I’d hoped he’d killed you.” He didn’t bother to hide the disappointment in his tone as he ran his fingers along the edge of his mask before pulling it up to reveal his face, head tilted to the side, bright eyes smoldering with annoyance with the older killer.

Frank didn’t like him. At all. They’d ripped each other apart too many times to count. A tentative stalemate had come into play with his return. Too much had changed, too much damage had occurred. Frank hadn’t actively sought him out. Until now, “Or ruined your life while I was gone. I’ll take that too.” Unlike his playful flirting with other killers or survivors, Frank found the Ghostface to be an insufferable bastard.

He turned the knife over in his hand with an all too perfect and kind smile, “Did you miss me?”

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"Frank it is so good to see you again..." Susie mumbled under her exhausted breath having just returned from another grueling trial and killing another group of 4 survivors. The girl fell into Frank's arms, one of his knives was in her hoodie pocket, stained in grime and guts from the victims. "Hope you don't mind that I borrowed one of your knives to practice~" She looked up at the boy with puppy dog eyes with her arms snug around his waist.

Frank already had his arms open when Susie trudged into the Lodge, the fire was lit and warm, the couch cleaned off and everything was starting to be put in its proper place. He accepted her falling into his arms with a grunt, “Welcome back, Suse.” He snaked a hand between them in order to slip it into her hoodie pocket, fingers closing around the blood and gut covered handle, pulling it free with a humming laugh, looking the blade over with a snicker, “Good trial?” He asked as he slid the knife back into her hoodie, “And ‘course I don’t mind you borrowing my knives.” He wrapped his arms around her, carding his finger through her hair, lifting her mask up enough to see her face, giving her a too wide grin, “We need to get you a proper one, sugar plum.”

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Inbox is open, come chat with thy Suzie~

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{{She’s my canon Suzie! Give her some love!!}}

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"I swear on the seal of god you better tell me right here right now why I should shoot your damn kneecap off because I swear I seen hundreds of you running about! So what makes you so special?!"

(SORRY IF I SEEM RUDE YOU SEEM NICE ENTITY JUST HAS SO MANY FRANKS TO DEAL WITH

{{it’s totally okay! Thanks for the starter! Sorry Frank's such an ass.}}

Frank couldn’t help but smirk from behind his mask, blood oozing from his nose as he held up his hands, blood drying on the blade of his knife, turning it over in his hand, “Aren’t you all seeing?” He asked, shifting his weight to face the Entity, smirk twisting into a sneer, “I’ve been tossed from universe to universe where everything is almost the same but not quite.” He bared his teeth at the God, “Shouldn’t you know how many versions of me are running around?”

Frank cracked his neck, “Special? Special?!” He couldn’t hold back a mean, cackling laugh, “Nothing makes me fucking special. I’m just a fucking kid from Ormond who had nothing but my Legion to live for." He spat, blood splattering against the inside of his mask, lowering his hands in order to jab his blade in the direction of the God, "You stole the future I had planned so I could feed you gluttonous bloodlust you rancid, fucking bitch." Each word had him spewing blood and spit, anger seething under his skin at the remembering that the God has stolen his future, his plans to leave Ormond with Legion, to have a future with Julie.

But now he was trapped in a Neverending carnival.

[ask-the-entity-lovecraften-god]

"Frank I really don't think you understand who your talking to. Best play nice or I won't..."

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Frank scoffed a laugh before turning on his heels, lowering the knife as his anger lulled to an annoyed simmer, “Fine. Fine.” He flipped the knife over in his hand, blade pointing away from the Entity, taking a breath, “I’m… fuck! I don’t know what’s going on anymore. I thought I had a single fucking idea about what was going on in this shithole, then I get thrown into some other world with other people going through the same shit I do. Nothing makes me special, Entity. There are others like me.” He shrugged, pulling his mask up to reveal his scar-marred smile, “But if you wanted to hurt me, kill me, you would have already.”

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OOC POST. We’ll return to our regular schedule soon.

{{If I dropped my discord would y’all add me so I can make friends? I’m new to the Dead by Daylight role playing and I want to make friends to write with.}}

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“Frank…? Have you seen Julie around? I gotta tell her something.”

The blind blonde asked as she walked in through the entrance of the building. Her bare feet making her footsteps nearly silent.

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(Ps, hihihi!! I love your blog and my friend Kayla insisted I go say hello! So… hello!! Looove your writing!)

Frank perked up at the sound of Cheryl's voice, setting down his pen on top of the crinkled papers he had been scribbling on, a weight to keep them from blowing around the Lodge with the gusts of wind that occasionally tore through the decrepit building, "Hey!" He hopped to his feet, making his way over, holding out his hands as he kicked away the empty liquor bottles and stray rocks that always seemed to litter the floor, getting them out of the way of the blind killer. "On your right." He told her, moving to her right side to gently set two fingers on her arm, "Furniture's been moved." He informed her, since he'd been thrown into another version of Ormond, the imposter had moved everything around and Frank was in the process of fixing it, "Jules? Ah she's in trial right now. What's up?" He asked, "Want anything to drink. We ah... got a coffee machine." It was a shitty coffee machine they'd stolen from Herrmann but it was better than nothing. @murder-mason {{Ahh! Thank you so much! Kayla has been teaching me the ropes of Dead by Daylight roleplaying and it's awesome to meet more fans (and hopefully friends)! Thank you so much for the compliment, I try my best!}}

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"Frank?? Is... Is that you?? No... that cant be..."

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Frank took an instinctive step back as Cheryl turned toward him, grabbing her wrists as she reached toward him, caught off guard for a moment before he quickly released her wrists, “Heh. Yeah. More or less. I’ve been gone for a while. Ah…” he trailed off, shifting his weight from foot to foot, holding still as the blind killer felt across his face, “Some shit about temporal displacement?” He chuckled nervously, cracking his knuckles before messing with the bandages around his hands, “Another Frank and I sort of… switched places? He was here and I was there and he fucked everything up. Beat the living shit out of Julie and I’m only hearing about what he did to other people.” He sighed, pulling off his mask from where it rested, holding it tightly.

“But I’m back now.” He went quiet, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth, picking at the scarring with too sharp canines, “But uh… if he… if I hurt you. I’m sorry.” The words were foreign and strange on his tongue, not used to saying them. He cleared his throat, looking toward the fire, “Things should settle back to normal. Whatever normal is these days.”

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I am going to be making a server for fellow ask blogs to join. It will be 18+ only so be aware of that.

I want to set everything up first before I throw a link out for anyone to join

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{{Super excited for this!! I think it’ll be really fun!}}

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"I swear on the seal of god you better tell me right here right now why I should shoot your damn kneecap off because I swear I seen hundreds of you running about! So what makes you so special?!"

(SORRY IF I SEEM RUDE YOU SEEM NICE ENTITY JUST HAS SO MANY FRANKS TO DEAL WITH

{{it’s totally okay! Thanks for the starter! Sorry Frank's such an ass.}}

Frank couldn’t help but smirk from behind his mask, blood oozing from his nose as he held up his hands, blood drying on the blade of his knife, turning it over in his hand, “Aren’t you all seeing?” He asked, shifting his weight to face the Entity, smirk twisting into a sneer, “I’ve been tossed from universe to universe where everything is almost the same but not quite.” He bared his teeth at the God, “Shouldn’t you know how many versions of me are running around?”

Frank cracked his neck, “Special? Special?!” He couldn’t hold back a mean, cackling laugh, “Nothing makes me fucking special. I’m just a fucking kid from Ormond who had nothing but my Legion to live for." He spat, blood splattering against the inside of his mask, lowering his hands in order to jab his blade in the direction of the God, "You stole the future I had planned so I could feed you gluttonous bloodlust you rancid, fucking bitch." Each word had him spewing blood and spit, anger seething under his skin at the remembering that the God has stolen his future, his plans to leave Ormond with Legion, to have a future with Julie.

But now he was trapped in a Neverending carnival.

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"I do apologize for my absence, I promise not to leave you alone again" {May as well bring this bastard man back as well}

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{{Oh yeah, I’m excited for this one lads}}