#frankie.

[natcliachen]

LOCATION: Hallway on the third floor, near the bedrooms DATE: Wednesday, September 7th, 2005 (Late afternoon, 4pm-ish) Closed starter for @franklycharmed

After spending a few hours practicing her piece for the Talent Show, Natalia was well spent and ready retire to her room for a bit before getting ready for the evening. Walking to her room, her head was tilted to one side, fingers pressing into the back of her neck to ease the strain that's built over her time rehearsing. Spotting Frankie along her path to her room, she slowed to a stop, approaching her.

"Ready for tonight?"

[lettucemakar]

Next time.

[starletwrites]

@elysiians​

it hasn’t even been a full hour since her harlan pink sandals touched grecian soil and already she’s mesmerized by the cyclic structures, cerulean domes against an equally impressive sky and white sand to match the painted architecture. santorini was the destination of her dreams, and now she gets to do more than marvel at it in pictures and postcards, she gets to feel it, breathe it, live it. and she’s not planning to let a moment pass her by. in fact, the bellhop is still bringing up bags and already she’s in the mirror, applying gold dangly earrings and spritzing sandalwood perfume on her temple to anté up before she embarks on her very first solo-adventure. there’s an hour and a half before all students report to their mandatory orientation. plenty of time, the way she sees it, to encounter something exciting. and she’s in such a rush to get out of the door, that she’s not expecting the girl on the other side when she flings it open. “oh my god!” she jumps, immediately startled. with her hand over her heart she settles, and her lips eventually curl into a sweet smile. “sorry, sorry--i was just headed out the door. promise i don’t look that frazzled all the time” she’s shaking her head, laughing at herself. so much for first impressions. with her hand extended she beams, “i’m tori--guess that makes me your roomie”

[heidianderson]

SMS / 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐝𝐢 & 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐞

HEIDI: kinda rude of u to not text me after giving u my number

HEIDI: follow up question, ever gonna invite me to a party?

HEIDI: its heidi btw

[puckermanoah]

𝐩 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩  // PARA

𝐖𝐇𝐎: Noah Puckerman & @frankiepucker​​​​​​​

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍: Sunday, March 21st. Afternoonish

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄: Generic coffeeshop idk

The last week had been an interesting one to say the least. Perhaps not much was happening to Noah directly, but with spring break coming to an end so did other things. Such as her sister’s relationship with her longtime beau. Two years ago, Noah would have said a bleak I told you so, citing that Theo had never stayed around for long in her book, but with the way they managed the handle long distance and a long term relationship, Noah had finally come around to the idea that sure, Theo Beiste would stick around. Until he didn’t. It came as a shocking blow, but the person that mattered wasn’t Noah, it was Zoe. Unfortunately, Zoe had already jumped on a plane down to Florida. There were texts and there were calls, but Noah knew that her older sister just needed time and alcohol. It mended all trauma in the youngest Puckerman’s life.

Now that Spring Break was coming to a close, she made a mental note to visit Zoe and check in on her, but for now, she’d leave things be. If Zoe wanted her little sister, she’d say something. Right now was the time for the Eli’s and Frankie’s of Zoe’s world to be with her. Instead of coddling her older sister, Noah found herself at a coffee shop, sipping on cups of joe with Frankie. “How was spring break? You get up to any cray shit?” The blonde inquired, wrapping her lips around the straw of her cold brew, taking a slow sip. “My mom just talked to me about wedding shit all weekend and,” she rolled her eyes, “I’m excited but damn. It was all wedding this, Theo and Zoe that, the whole nine yards.” 

[wrenmargaret]

𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 // PARA

𝐖𝐇𝐎: Wren Schuester & @frankiepucker​

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍: Tuesday, December 8th. Night.

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄: Back of Rinky Dinks.

Working at Rinky Dinks blew fat chunks. Sure, it was cool to like skate around some, but cleaning up after prepubescent preteens that just wanted to fuck under the arcade games? It wasn’t Wren’s idea of a fun night, but every night was one dollar closer to her RV and another day closer to dropping out and just living off the land. Just the way the higher ups intended for her to live. Of course, that would have to wait with the holidays coming up. Having three siblings and a family that idolized every holiday made things a bit hard and they’d all take a great deal in pride if they knew she actually paid for their gifts instead of plucking them off a shelf.

Every now and again, though, Wren’s workday would get better due to Frankie showing up at the place. Wren would always snatch some of the concession food, take an early break (which the owner seemed to always forget she was underage and legally had to take a break), and sneak out the back to smoke and eat greasy concession food for a good thirty minutes before she had to get back to the preteens and adult weirdos that came by. Once Wren spotted Frankie, she hijacked some of the breadsticks which were arguably the best food they had at that place compared to the rubber of everything else. She was sure the breadsticks were also rubber, but they were much more tolerable rubber. Pushing her way out the back, box of breadsticks and a couple slushies in hand, she sat down on the curb and began suckling on her slushie. “Milady,” she said, gesturing to their dining area.

While Wren would often than not disregard the way she personally felt, there was something off about Frankie’s aura in the last few weeks and that was impossible to ignore. The redhead was also convinced that she was a keen observer and she had noticed subtle things about Frankie and Finn. “So, I’m just gonna like be blunt dude,” she started off. The wedding, the way they seemed to be hanging out, it was all so off. “Like, are you fucking my sister? I mean, it’s like cool or whatever,” it wasn’t cool. “I’m just wonderin’ because it seems like there’s definitely something going on.”

[bloodykneestm]

frankie is a marionette doll, their limbs are careless, clumsy and inarticulate, drunken ( to a nearly theatrical degree, but with just enough commitment that the other might be fooled ). they stumble up to the table where the other sits and lean against it, a broad smile on their face. “hello.” they say.  ”you’re gorgeous -- hic!” a nervous little giggle that becomes a genuine chuckle as the lean forward a bit, nearly losing their balance on their five inch heels. “woop--” they say as they recover, collapsing in the chair across from her and kicking off their shoes, looking nonetheless enthusiastic for their blunder. “what’s a lady like you doin’ in a place like this?” 

@blackmarmba​  / starter call!