#seven-times

[theirnarrative]

She came. Karen Page, the same woman who shouted in the cold winter’s air that he was dead to her came to the bench he’d been sitting on. He waited for her, wondered if she’d even show up. He shouldn’t have left Karen messages in the first place, should have let her be free from the danger that loomed over him. She had nearly died twice because of his actions, surely him seeking her out would once again put a target on her head. He wouldn’t allow that, wouldn’t allow any harm to come to her. 

His gaze is kept toward his shoes and the concrete beneath his feet, eyes not rising to glance at the blonde who now sits beside him. They were safe here, away from prying eyes of anyone important. The graffiti covered wall in this part of the city could be his sanctuary, a safe house right in the eye of the world. No one paid him any attention as he sat waiting, eyes from blue collar workers never dared glance in his direction. Probably assumed he was a homeless man, paid no attention as they walked towards the subway to catch a train home. 

“Didn’t think you’d come.” Frank starts, voice as gruff as ever as his chin finally rises to glance over at Karen. “Wouldn’t have contacted you if it wasn’t important.” 

@seven-times // plotted starter

[wholemeasure-a]

seven-times replied to your post “I think I figured out why it’s so out of character when artists draw...”

It also keeps you awake, suppresses appetite, and can assist with concentration. Depending on Frank's MOS, smoking would have been an understandable/reasonable habit when he was on active duty. (A sniper not so much, since the last thing a sniper needs is shaky hands from the nicotine craving, or, almost worse, a light indicating not only his position but partially illuminating his head.)

This is very true! Frank describes himself as a Scout Sniper, and the Marines are the only military branch that merge sniper AND recon duties. So Frank absolutely would have been the guy sitting on a hill in a ghillie suit or whatever for hours upon hours on end out in the field. He’s a practical man who takes his career very seriously-- the last thing he would want is shaky hands like that. 

I can also absolutely see him being the type of dude to make jokes about not wanting to use smoke signals to give his position away.

[librarian-repellent]

Thank you! Yeah, I used to listen at least on 8tracks a lot but not so much anymore. I have not heard of Playmoss, I will definitely check it out. I will prob just make a Spotify playlist and then Playmoss too if I like the site/can work it

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[ @seven-times continued from x ]

He was tired (but then, when wasn't he tired these days?) and had a couple of drinks in him to ease that anxiety that was hard-wired into him by now. Matt found himself laying on his couch, the sounds of the city more of a buzz than the usual cacophony of what he could only describe as a noise rock concert with off microphone levels. So of course he was getting existential.

[text; Karen] i'm not sure those things are mutually exclusive, but add in a helping of confusion

He bit his lip before deciding to add;

[text; Karen] i thought i knew what my endgame was but i'm not as certain as i used to be. is this what getting older feels like?

[wholemeasure-a]

Hey hey Frank/Karen for sad ship meme.

@seven-times // Sad Ship Meme :C

who gets overwhelmed by small acts of kindness?

Probably Frank more then Karen but both of them are pretty deeply moved.

who flinches at sudden movements?

Both of them.

who is most confused as to why their S.O. is still with them? 

Frank, always Frank.

who has to constantly check their S.O. still loves them?

Potentially Karen? Though it would be a complicated sort of thing since Frank is... it’s hard. It’s hard but they understand and see each other.

who says the other/s would be better off with someone else?

Frank.

who gets surprised when they are given gifts?

Both of them!

who is most likely to break down on the other and how does their S.O. attempt to calm them down?

Karen. Frank is... He’d talk quiet, try and get her to focus on him. Maybe hold her steady, get her calm.

who is most self conscious in public?

Frank, that paranoid sonovagun.

who is more likely to apologize a million time for a tiny mistake?

 Neither-- though maybe Karen if either of them would.

who admits they’re scared only when they think their S.O. is asleep and how does the other react?

Karen. Frank will maybe talk to her about it. Always gives her the option to walk away.

who never thinks they’re good enough for the other?

Frank.

who takes a bullet for the other

Frank.

[misshogarth]

Mine.

Send me “Mine” to see my character acting possessive about yours. || @seven-times

It wasn’t common knowledge that Jeri Hogarth web of contacts stretched far wider than within the various law firms of New York. She had contacts with News Agencies, TV stations, restaurants, hotels, and even the lowliest street corner vendor. Most of her contacts were women and all of those women were smart and driven in their chosen career. Even from behind the scenes Jeri pulled strings and helped people get hired.

Franklin had mentioned Karen Page’s name enough times for Jeri to grow curious about the woman. She had looked her up on LinkedIn and pun another thread of her web, reaching out to the New York Bulletin, offering exclusive interviews from her to their paper if Karen Page was to conduct them. Jeri’s name, or rather the names of her clients, sold papers. 

Showing up at the offices Jeri had been greeted by the editor and followed him towards an office. She notices easily that the name on the door was not what she was looking for. “No,” she said firmly, “I talk to Karen Page and no one else.”