OPEN || BEAST AND THE HARLOT ||

[FRANCESCO DOMINIQUE CAPONE]

Frankie stood in the midst of his family members who were all yelling at one man- and it wasn’t typical yelling. They wanted their money. These people weren’t all his blood relatives, but they were his family, you see. It wasn’t really all that complicated- and it was exactly what anyone that knew Frankie thought it was. The mafia. It was his life- he loved everyone in his family as if they were blood. He would do anything for them, anything, and he had proven himself again and again and wouldn’t stop any time soon. The reason? He felt as if it were his calling. It was what he truly loved in life and wanted to do- even though he knew one day the consequences would be great. Oh well.

The male nodded at his family members and gripped the metal bat harder in his hands. His knuckled turned white as pure hatred dripped through his being. The male on the ground was on his knees, begging for mercy. “Have mercy! Don’t do this!” A demented smile twisted on Frankie’s lips as he swung like he was in the leagues, the bat making a loud sound as it connected with the other man’s skull. He continued bashing the man’s head in, blood spraying in every which direction as the other male twitched on the ground before coming to a halt. Even though it was over, Frankie kept going. It was if he lost control. Every hit was harder and harder, more and more rage flowing through him.

“Frankie!” One of the male’s called his name, and apparently that hadn’t been the first time. Frankie looked up at the male- he was higher on the ranking than Frankie was. In fact, it was his own dad and his dad was son of the Don. He kept his gaze on the male, before glancing down towards the latter man on the ground covered in his own blood. Frankie’s expression was blank- it was like nothing, or no one, inhabited him. He said nothing for a few moments, but stared at the man- never once blinking.

Another male made his way in front of Frankie and snapped his fingers a few times- it was his uncle. At that, Frankie snapped out of his trance. He looked up from the mangled man on the ground and dropped the bat to the concrete floor- a loud clang echoing the garage room. “You did good, boy.” His uncle bellowed out, patting Frankie on the shoulder. It’s not like it was his first rodeo. Frankie simply nodded his head and gave a slight, crooked smile. His once white shirt was now splattered in red, and that wasn’t the only thing covered in blood. He was soaked- from head to toe.

Frankie lifted the bottom of his tank top and wiped the blood from his face onto it. He knew he did a good job- everyone was making comments now to the male on the ground, even though he was absent from existence. “You shoulda paid up your money, you chump!” It was one of Frankie’s cousins- the one everyone kind of ignored- Giovanni. He was the black sheep of the family- and not because he was different, well, sorta. He was different because he couldn’t really handle the mafia life like everyone else could. Even though Giovanni did comment, everyone practically ignored him. They continued putting the light on Frankie- inflating his ego even more. It was nothing new.

Change of scenery.

Now it was the after party. Hookers. Drugs. Food. The typical mafia life. Frankie was wearing a suit- looking fly. He smirked as each member of his family walked by, giving them a nod of the head in return. It was a good life, in his opinion. The male shifted his hand to in front of him and snorted the cocaine off of it, wiping the access off with his free hand. The female to the right and the one to his left both were high as hell, as if he wasn’t. No one was sober- except for his brother. Markus never really did anything- he just had to be there most of the time. Plus Markus was still pretty young, he really didn’t know what was going on other than knowing his family was happy for some reason. The boy walked over to Frankie and was ignore, another usual for the male. He was too cocky to associate with other people- even if those people were his kid brother. Markus called out his name, and Frankie simply replied with “go snort a line.” Great brother, right?

Fast forward.

Frankie was fucking two high bitches. They probably didn’t even know who he was. Did he care though? Fuck no. One back talked him, tried telling him off. He simply backhanded her across the face. She began to cry- trying to scream out- and he slammed her into the wall, his hand cupped over her mouth. “Shut the fuck up.” The male hissed violently, his eyes ripped with hatred and violence. It was the cocaine, mainly. That and his intermittent explosive disorder. It practically never ended for him. The girl shut up, though. The other one was already passed out on the floor, probably overdosed. The male grinned over at the brunette spread out on the floor and pushed the blonde, the one he had previously slammed into the wall, in her direction. The female fell on top of her friend and began to cry, shaking in fear. “Next time, don’t fuck with Francesco Capone.” he snapped coldly before walking out of the room.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Frankie opened his eyes in a cold sweat, laying in his bed completely nude. He went to move and realized he was restricted. He went to yank his arm away before he noticed it was a girl- one who was also nude. He honestly had no idea who she was, another not-so-out-of-the-ordinary Frankie thing. The girl was wrapped around him, and he carefully moved her, watching as the blonde shifted and stirred in her sleep. The male placed his hand on his head, rubbing his forehead as a soft sigh escaped his lips. This was ridiculous. He was getting tired of his dreams- well, more like memories. He wished he could just erase him. That wasn’t the real Frankie- not back then. That was something drugs had created. It wasn’t like he stopped with the drugs, though.

The male stood to his feet and slipped on his silk boxers, walking out of the bedroom and quietly pulling the door shut behind him. He glanced around the living room, memories of the night coming back to him. Pot, alcohol, and good old blow. He tended to avoid cocaine, but there were those occasions where he snuck it out- no one even knew he had cocaine still. Great dad, huh? Oh, fuck… His kid. Frankie sighed, glancing in his son’s room and noticing an empty bed. Who had him again?

He though back, trying to recall everything, before remembering Nayeli said she’d watch him for the night since their kids were playing and having a good time. Why couldn’t he just put the drugs down and handle his priorities in life? He hated being like this, sometimes. The male shook his head and looked at the line of cocaine on the coffee table. It was that, a half smoked joint, and beer cans everywhere. Apparently it was a party for two. Ah well. He couldn’t change the past now. He already did the deed.

The male glanced towards the wall clock and sighed at the time. Five AM. Great. He wouldn’t be falling asleep anytime soon. Frankie moved towards the spare bathroom, glancing in the mirror and scrunching up his face at the beast looking back at him. His eyes were bloodshot, his face pale. He really needed to quit fucking with cocaine. He couldn’t call in sick to work too much more. His boss was starting to get suspicious. He would too, though, if his employee called in sick every other week. It was a bit on the ridiculous side, after all.

The male sighed as he moved next to his kitchen. He opened the fridge to find no soda or practically any beverage other than alcohol. Another sigh escaped his lips as he turned around and walked towards the door to the hallway. He really didn’t feel like putting on clothes, not like he expected anyone to be up at five in the morning anyways- unless they had a shift to work, but seldomly did anyone have a random shift at five- that was one of those rare occasions. The male stepped into the hallway and began making his way to the vending machine, cracking his knuckles as he did so.

WORD COUNTxx
¹⁴⁶⁰
OUTFITxx
^{just some boxers.}
TAGxx
^open.
LYRICSxx
^{welcome to the jungle by guns n' roses}
NOTESxx
^{i watched scarface and decided to write this thread >_>
he’s hung over ;(}

[RIVIARA SCARLETT HEX]

Glossy blue orbs kept their stare forward, not daring to look back. Footsteps moved at a fast pace, trying to escape from him. It was all happening so fast, everything was a blur. She didn’t know where she was, or where to go. She couldn’t see straight, it was like crashing from a terrible high. She was so disoriented, and all because of one person. He broke her, made her shatter into tiny pieces. She still couldn’t wrap her mind around it, how could he do something so horrible? She trusted him, believed that he was different; all along it was a lie. Jack was nothing compared to him, he was the true monster.

Tears rolled down her cheeks as she pushed forward, trying to get away. It wasn’t supposed to happen that way; she wasn’t supposed to be in the asylum. She was a staff member, walking through life without a care. Now, she was a patient, the very bottom of the chain. She didn’t know about everything that went on behind closed doors when she worked there, she was naive to the darkness the asylum held. Being on the opposite side made her realise how scared a lot of the patients must be, having to deal with grabby guards. Of course, her situation was far different than being approached by guards with wandering hands. In all honesty she wouldn’t have cared if it were someone else, she had been through so much already; she was used to being beaten down. The fact that it was someone so close to her, well, someone that used to be close to her, that’s what got her.

She had learned a lot living with Jack. She witnessed multiple things, was forced to do things she normally wouldn’t. He had gotten her hooked on cocaine, the one thing she actually missed. It had been so long since she last had the white powder, she had forgotten all about it. She only used it to erase the images, to numb herself. It was ultimately her escape while under his roof, the one thing that she could always count on. She had been doing well with quitting; she was finally able to block it from her mind. However, the previous events that she had been through just brought the thoughts rushing back. She needed to get out, to run away. She couldn’t handle it anymore, she was done.

It seemed like forever before she stopped running. She couldn’t breathe, still couldn’t see straight. She needed to calm down, though that seemed impossible. She rested her left hand on her stomach while her right pressed against the wall, attempting to steady herself. She could feel an unfamiliar fabric which caused her eyes to drop down, taking in her current state. She had a white towel wrapped tightly around her body, her hair still partially damp. Great. She was a complete mess, and she was only wearing a towel, things couldn’t get much worse, or so she thought.

She shrugged off her current style, moving forward. She tried to keep her balance, though she eventually failed, causing her body to fall to the ground. Her head hit the wall with a loud thump, making her vision spin. She squeezed her eyes shut as she pulled herself to her knees, tears welling within her eyes. Gasping for breath she covered her face with her hands, attempting to block out her surroundings.

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WORDS
5 7 3
TAGGED
Frankie !
OUTFIT
A towel.
MUSIC
N/a.
NOTES
Hopee you don't mind me joining.

[FRANCESCO DOMINIQUE CAPONE]

Frankie was practically in his own little world. He paid no attention to his surroundings- for the most part. He was just focused on walking, and walking a straight line, to be honest. He was hung over to hell and back and his thirst was almost unbearable. He was going at a thousand thoughts a minute and didn’t know how to slow down. It wasn’t necessarily a side effect of the cocaine, but it was his body trying to tell him he wanted more- which he did, yet at the same time he didn’t. It was a conflicting idea, in all aspects. He honestly didn’t know which way he wanted to go. There were practically pros and cons to both sides of the spectrum- now it was just deciding which end he wanted to feed- which side he would satisfy.

The male stood in front of the vending machine, glancing over the soda choices. Oh to make decisions- it was a bitch at times. He honestly just wanted somethingto drink. His eyes kept skimming before he placed his dollar and twenty-five cents into the machine. He went over the options once more before pushing the Dr. Pepper button, waiting as the machine clicked and clanked before his soda dropped from inside and hit the bottom of the machine. Frankie snatched up the drink, waited a minute for it to settle, and opened it- drinking the whole bottle in a matter of moments. He let out a deep breath and tossed his empty container into the trashcan, spinning around to walk back towards his room.

His eyes took in his surroundings, watching someone push past him in a hurry. It was a male, obviously late for work- he assumed, at least. Frankie shrugged it off and trudged back towards his room, a violent yawn ripping from his chest. It was going to be a long night. He didn’t know who the girl was in his bed for starters- so he didn’t really want to crawl back into bed- mainly because he didn’t know her, like stated. Well, he didn’t think he knew her- maybe he did- maybe his mind just wasn’t processing the blonde vixen’s image correctly. Ah well. He wasn’t too worried about it. He was used to waking up in the bed with random girls.

He was almost to his door when he heard something at the end of the hallway- a loud bang. His primal instinct told him to investigate, but the part of him that was still under the influence of drugs could care less. Why should he care? It didn’t concern him, it wasn’t his problem, right? That was the Frankie barely anyone knew. A heartless individual that only did for himself- no one else mattered- nothing else mattered. His mind wandered to the potential person at the hall. Maybe they just fell, right? That was a possibility. They could have just fell and then got back up in no problem- he didn’t hear anything else, anyways.

He shrugged his shoulders and moved towards his door. He touched the knob and began to second guess the decision he made. Maybe he should go check on the person? Then again, like said, who the fuck cares, right? He turned the handle and pushed the door open, stepping foot inside the corridor. He was greeted by one of his dogs, and Frankie gave a deep sigh. This wasn’t right. He couldn’t just let this happen. He was Frankie, after all. People came to him if they had problems- people talked to him when they had no one else to talk to. He helped people that no one cared about. That was the real Frankie… wasn’t it?

He, once again, changed his mind. Frankie spun and left back out of the room and into the long hallway. As he walked, he began to hear a female sobbing. He couldn’t tell who it was, but she obviously wasn’t having that good of a time. He turned the corner and was caught off guard by the girl. Riviara. The foxy girl with the brightly colored hair. He remembered the days when she was always happy- that changed ever since she became a patient. Oh well, he was expecting himself to be one before too long. That was probably a bad thing to look for, but that was the honest truth.

As he approached the girl, inner demons taunted him to do what he would have done in the old days- take advantage of her. After all, he did always want to fuck her and she was practically nude... but no, that wasn't Frankie. That was something else- that was something evil. he shook away the thoughts and, as best as he could, kneeled next to the female. "Riv, are you okay?" Frankie touched her shoulder gently- he was pretty sure she could tell he wasn't exactly sober. It was obvious she wasn't okay, though. It was a stupid question- but he did tend to ask those quite a bit. "What happened?" It was probably best he didn't know , in all honesty. Frankie's temper was the worst when he was under the influence- or just off of the influence should we say.

Last time he saw Riv, she was with Kenny- well, the last time he really saw her. Not this depressed, mangled person in terror on the floor. He was almost scared to know what had happened to her. He'd seen girls like this before- and normally it was because of him- hitting them like they were nothing but pieces of meat. He practically despised that now. "Did someone hurt you?" Part of him cared, part of him didn't. Part of him wanted to help her, part of him wanted to get her fucked up and get what he wanted for quite some time, now. Regardless, part of him cared in some aspect.

WORD COUNTxx
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OUTFITxx
^{just some boxers.}
TAGxx
^open.
LYRICSxx
^{welcome to the jungle by guns n' roses}
NOTESxx
^{that’s perfectly fine! :3}

[RIVIARA SCARLETT HEX]

Time seemed to pass by in a blur, nothing seemed real. She couldn’t push herself to move, she was frozen, knocked down in an unknown hallway, vulnerable to anyone who passed by. She didn’t care, she needed to calm down, take the time to figure out what to do. She couldn’t go back to her room, she was afraid to. She didn’t want to run into him, she wouldn’t be able to take another blow. Riviara still couldn’t process what happened, how he could do that to her. She loved him, trusted him. He treated her like she was nothing, just another girl he could screw and throw away. It shredded what she had left, taking away her self esteem completely. All she wanted was to feel safe, like she mattered to someone. Seeing as how the previous events took place, that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon.

She was in her own world, reality slowly faded to black. The only thing that seemed to pull her back was a voice, a familiar voice. Her mind raced with fear, her hands slowly beginning to shake. She couldn’t uncover her face, she didn’t want to. His words flowed around her, the sweet tone taking her by surprise. For whatever reason she felt a shred of safety, whoever it was calmed her. Her body tensed as she felt sudden warmth on her shoulder, causing her to uncover her eyes. His image came into view almost immediately as eyes scanned over his body. She knew him; it was Frankie, one of Kenny’s friends. She cringed, just thinking of him, his name sending chills throughout her body. His voice snapped her back to reality, finally becoming aware of her current surroundings. As far as she knew Frankie was safe, a sweet man willing to help those in need. Even though she felt a tad better, she still couldn’t be certain that he was any different from Kenny.

She couldn’t find her voice; the words had been stolen from her, along with her breath. All she could do was shake her head, first moving slowly side to side, and then dropping up and down. She didn’t know what to do, how to feel. Was she just supposed to trust him? Open up and spill her guts to him, even though she didn’t know him all too well? That didn’t seem right, though she didn’t really know what was right anymore. Her eyes met his, glossy blues begging for mercy. She was more than pathetic now, and it clearly showed. She used to be strong, a fiery confident individual. That all seemed to crumble with the death of her brother.

Her hands slowly slid down to her legs, resting on her bare skin. Her voice cracked as she tried to speak, ”I’m sorry...” She didn’t know why she was apologizing, she just felt the need to. Maybe it was because she ruined his morning, making him have to feel the need to help her. After all, he didn’t look fairly sober, hinting to the fact that he was either hung over, of under the influence. Either way, she still felt safer than she did in Kenny’s presence. Then again, it was a natural feeling, being afraid of someone trying to steal something that wasn’t theirs.

She couldn’t control her body; she was still fixated on Frankie. Though, somehow she managed to creep closer to him, closing in the space between them. Her small figure fit perfectly against his, the warmth of his body slightly heating hers. She could feel her hands gently wrapping around his neck, her fingers tracing over his muscular shoulders. She was cold, more like freezing. Perhaps that was the reason she had the guts to be so close to him, or maybe it was just because she wanted to feel safe. Either way she wasn’t sure, all she knew was that being in his presence, wrapped within his strength, it felt comforting.

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WORDS
6 6 0
TAGGED
Frankie !
OUTFIT
A towel.
MUSIC
N/a.
NOTES
N/a.

[FRANCESCO DOMINIQUE CAPONE]

The Italian male pulled back slightly as the small female before him flinched. She was scared. Why? He wasn’t quite sure, in all honesty, but he’d make sure he found out with time. After all, this is Frankie we’re talking about… he finds out everything- and he’d make sure he found out what was wrong with Riv… if she didn’t willingly speak, that is. By the looks of it and the way she was reacting, he really didn’t see her doing much talking. Hell, he couldn’t really say anything about it. Back in the mafia, if you squeal, you die. Practically simple as that. No one talked- no one. If they did, they wouldn’t see the next day. It was how the system worked. Frankie was so used to knowing everything and everyone’s business that he didn’t stop outside of the mafia… he probably never would.

He watched her reactions. She was terrified and confused. He hated seeing someone like this- and that’s mainly because of how much pain he caused others in the past- how many people he left in the exact same mind-state. If their mind wasn’t contorted, their body was. That’s how the system worked and it didn’t change for anybody. But that was images and memories he lost sleep over- things he wanted to forget and never think of again. It was troublesome for him, in all honesty, to know the things he had done- the pain he had caused others over a few dollars. Like said, though, that was how it all worked and how the system made itself. He couldn’t have changed it, and if he went against the system, he might have died instead of one of his many victims. He doubted it since most of the family members of the mafia were his blood, but hell, you put an organized crime at risk and it won’t matter who you are. Part of him believed he would have been killed by someone close to him if the situation would have arisen.

It had been a while since Frankie had seen anyone shaken up like Riv was. Something bad had to happen. He knew after Johnny died she practically collapsed, but this was something to emotionally and mentally scar her… perhaps even physically. His eyes skimmed over what area of her skin he could see- practically all of it- but he was looking for bruising. He saw some, not too much, but something. Someone roughed her up, and buy the looks of it, it didn’t happen too long ago. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he watched the helpless female scramble for warmth. She looked pathetic. He wasn’t being mean, but it was the truth. She looked like her beating heart had been ripped from her and stomped on. “Riv, babe, what happened?” His tone softened even more, if that was possible. A genuine look of concern swept over his face as he let his more animalistic side fade into the background.

Sorry? Why was she apologizing? He couldn’t figure out girls half of the time. They always apologized for things they didn’t do and begged for forgiveness. For what? From what? Frankie had nothing to do with this situation other than he just walked in on it. Why would she apologize to him. “Don’t apologize to me, Riv. You don’t owe anyone an apology, you hear me?” His voice was concerned, but stern. He let his hand rest on her chin, making her face turn towards his. He looked into her eyes and then let his eyes drift to her lips. Almost instantly he caught himself lusting after her and shifted his gaze back to her eyes, letting his hand slowly drop from her face. “Don’t you ever apologize for something you didn’t do… or something you couldn’t control.” He swallowed slightly as he watched the girl. This was real life. This wasn’t some make-believe story. She was hurting and he wanted to help her.

As she wrapped around him, he returned the grip, holding her tightly in his arms. It almost felt natural. He always had a lust for her, but affection, too? That wasn’t quite… normal. It was probably just the intensity of the situation- that’s what he was going to say, at least. “Come on back to my room- I’ll get you some clothes.” He felt as if his high had almost instantly worn off- it was still there, but during the aspect of the situation, most of the weakness had dissipated. The male stood up, picking her up in his arms bridal style- making sure he had a grip on her. He wasn’t about to drop her, but he’d make sure he got her in a safe environment and got her whatever she thought she needed. Here he goes with his caring and loving side, again. Riv didn’t deserve this… no one did.

He began moving down the hallway, glancing at her face every moment or so to make sure she wasn’t freaking out. He just wanted to be there for her. His muscles ached as he carried her, not because she was heavy, but because of the drugs he had induced a few hours prior to the situation. He currently felt weak, but he pushed it away. He didn’t let the “I can’t” get to him. He was going to make her feel better. He was going to be there for her because that’s who the real Francesco Capone was. He was a caring, loving guy… he wanted to be there for his friends and he wanted to protect Riv no matter what the consequences were. That was just his nature.

As he arrived in front of his door, he managed to twist the knob and kicked the door open with his foot, moving inside swiftly and kicking the door back. “Is there anything I can get you before I get you something to wear?” He glanced at the girl’s face as he moved towards the couch, gently sitting her down. Maybe she just wanted his company- maybe she didn’t even want him to leave. He really didn’t know… but he wanted her to know she was safe. “I’m not going to let anything happen to you, alright? You don’t have to worry as long as I’m with you.” He let his hand stroke her cheek gently once more, kneeling next to the couch.

WORD COUNTxx
¹⁰⁶¹
OUTFITxx
^{just some boxers.}
TAGxx
^open.
LYRICSxx
^{welcome to the jungle by guns n' roses}
NOTESxx
^x3

[RIVIARA SCARLETT HEX]

The broken doll let her face cuddle into his chest, her body shaking slightly from the shock. She couldn’t help but feel better, being wrapped within his arms. It was a different kind of feeling, one she had only ever gotten with Kenny. It was the feeling of complete content, safety from the hurt. It had been so long since the female felt that way, and she Frankie to thank for that. She never would have imagined being so close to him, so intimate. It was like nothing could get her, she was safe shielded by his body. Her emotions seemed to clump together, her feelings twisted with conflict. Did she care about him more than she had thought? She was supposed to be with Kenny, he was supposed to take care of her, be there for her. So, why did she have this sudden urge to get closer to Frankie? Was it simply because he was the only one to show a shred of kindness towards her? Maybe she really didn’t know what she wanted.

His voice surrounded her, causing her body to lose some tension. She nodded slightly at his words, not really caring where he brought her; as long as she was close to him she was fine. She didn’t want to be clingy, especially with someone she hardly knew, though at the moment she couldn’t imagine being alone. She was grateful that Frankie had found her, and not some other guard. She knew for a fact that they wouldn’t have showed the same kindness that he did. Her thoughts ran in a blur thinking of the other guards, Kenny specifically. What if he had found her, what would he have done? Surely he wouldn’t have shown her a friendlier side, not after what he had done. Her heart ached just thinking about it, about him. Why did he have to put her through that? Was he really that far gone?

She felt her body move with his as he picked her up, carrying her back to his room. Her head rested comfortably on his chest, her arm wrapped tightly around his neck. She felt guilt wash through her body, knowing that he was going out of his way to help her. He could have just left her there, waiting until another guard had caught sight of her. Though, he didn’t. He took the time to check on her, showing genuine concern. God was she ever thankful for knowing that man. She felt horrible for not taking the time to actually know him, why hadn’t she noticed his kind nature before? Of course, she had always known that Frankie was the type of person people could trust, the kind of man that took on other people’s problems. It was clear now that she could trust him, more so than anyone else she knew.

His voice carried throughout the room as he gently placed her on his couch. For a moment, she didn’t really want to let go. Maybe that’s all she needed, to have his company, to be close to him. It didn’t seem like much, but to her it was everything. It meant something to her, yet confused her all the same. She had trust in him, though she didn’t truly know if his intentions were pure. One could never really know a person fully; she learned that the hard way. She thought that she knew Kenny, boy was she wrong. Of course, the drugs did have a part to play in the whole mess. They were the cause of his sudden change, his new attitude. She hated them, yet craved them. She wasn’t exactly mad at him for turning back to drugs; if she were she would be a hypocrite. She was mad that he took advantage of her, ripping away her dignity. He made her feel worthless, like she was a waste of skin, which she was starting to believe, until Frankie came into the picture, that is.

Her gaze trailed up his body, eventually landing on his eyes. His words traveled straight to her heart, repairing some of the damage that had been done earlier. She couldn’t help but feel more emotions pumping though her body. Once his hand met her face, gently stroking her cheek, tears rolled down from her eyes. She wasn’t used to being treated with respect, like she was an equal. She squeezed her eyes shut as her bottom lip quivered. She didn’t know what to do, or how to react. Her mind raced, her heart beating fast within her chest. Shivers ran down her body at his touch, his gentle nature. She found herself leaning closer to him, her hands sliding up his chest and back around his neck, hugging his warmth. Her lips brushed gently against his ear, her voice smooth like a velvet whisper. ”Thank you.” Her words weren’t much, but she needed him to know that she was grateful for him being there. She slowly pulled back, letting her hands slip off of his body and rest in her lap.

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WORDS
8 4 5
TAGGED
Frankie !
OUTFIT
A towel.
MUSIC
N/a.
NOTES
<3

[FRANCESCO DOMINIQUE CAPONE]

She needed him… well maybe not necessarily him, but she needed someone. He could sense the loneliness etched throughout her face- even her facial expression and actions gave her away. She wanted Frankie to be there for her, and because of that, he damn sure would be. Riv was more like an acquaintance to begin with. He flirted with her, she flirted back, but that was pretty much it. They never really took the chance to interact on a more daily basis with each other. He was too overwhelmed by Bella, and Riv was really into Kenny. That’s just how it went. There was little to no intermingling, and it practically stayed that way… until now. Now it was like a whole different scenario. Now he felt like he should have been there all along- that he should have gotten closer. It honestly made him feel a slight ting of guilt. If he was there for her, would she be left like this? He honestly didn’t know… he doubted he would ever know. She didn’t really seem like she wanted to talk about the situation- he really couldn’t blame her.

She brought herself closer to him and the male gave a hard swallow. He loved her being this close to him. He really did. His past thoughts- when the drugs were actually still affecting him- already vanished. She caused him to turn right back to the current problem. What was actually going on. He held her to him, his hand soothingly rubbing the top of her back. When she whispered into his ear, her hot breath circulating the area, chills rose slightly on his skin. He couldn’t really hide it either, nor did he actually care to. He wasn’t worried about what she thought about him being close to her- neither did he care what she thought of him because of his actions. It didn’t matter to him. He wasn’t concerned with her feelings… well he was, but he wasn’t. He didn’t care if she got mad that he responded the way he did. Should he be? He really didn’t know what to think anymore. It was mixed feelings, as explained earlier. He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do in this situation. Her and Kenny weren’t together anymore… right? So… this was okay, right? Oh the conflictions.

“Don’t thank me.” He spoke into her ear in a soothing manner, before pulling back with her, looking into her eyes. A sincere smile broke on his lips before he gave her a kiss on the cheek, pushing off the ground and to his feet. He didn’t want her to thank him… he really didn’t. He would have done this for the sole purpose of helping her. “Don’t feel like you have to thank me… I wanted to help you. I’ll always be here for you.” It was honest. Once he made a friend, or someone he considered close to him [which didn’t take long at all], he almost immediately became concerned about their well-being and somewhat attached to their life. Why wouldn’t he be? He was just that kind of person. He wanted to always be there for the people he cared about. Hell, he was even there for the people he didn’t necessarily care for. He was like a scale of justice. He made sure things stayed balanced. If someone did wrong, even though it may not be his place, he still took ahold of the issue and righted the wrong, so to speak.

His mind jumped back to the current issue- his “apartment” was a complete and utter mess. Why did he even care? It was his place… he already felt the need to impress her, and he already fucked that up- good job Frankie… His eyes shifted to the beer cans before connecting with the coffee table behind him. Fuck. The blow. He left it out in the open. That’s a great impression. He quickly moved to the table and scraped the contents [the blow and joint] into a small box, moving to the kitchen and sticking it on a high shelf that he was sure Luciano couldn’t get to. The male sighed, opened the fridge, and grabbed a water bottle from it, moving back into the living room and over towards the frail girl on the couch. He felt so bad for not being there for her sooner… he felt like it was all his fault, although he knew there was nothing he could do about the situation- well not the past issue. “Sorry about the mess.”

The male set the bottled water on the coffee table before the girl and then made his way back to his bedroom. Flicking on the lights, he glanced at the female in his bed once more. She only shifted and turned on her side away from the light. He still really didn’t get a good look at her. She wasn’t his main concern, anyways. He moved to his dresser and grabbed a pair of gym shorts, a tanktop, a teeshirt [just in case she didn’t want to wear a tank top], and a pair of his boxers. Hey, she might not feel comfortable wearing his boxers, but at least the option was there, right? He could just give her practically no choice, but that wasn’t who Frankie was. He liked giving people choices.

Turning around, turning off the light, and shutting the door, Frankie moved back out of the room. His eyes shifted to the Luciano’s room and a grin spread on his face. He draped the clothes over his shoulder before grabbing one of the contents of his son’s room off the floor. Girls liked puppies, right? Who didn’t, though? Maybe that would help cheer her up… hopefully she wasn’t allergic to dogs or something- it’d only make the situation worse, hah. Oh well, guess he’d find out in a few moments, right? It generally seemed to work that way, after all.

As Frankie entered the room once more, he placed the small pit bull puppy on the couch near the female, watching as the dog pawed at Riv’s hand. “ Her name’s i55.tinypic.com/jzk8cw.jpg]Rose.” Frankie motioned towards the small dog before glancing back to the girl. “She told me she wanted to give you some company and puppy breath.” He gave a soft chuckle before sitting on the couch next to the girl, laying the clothes on the coffee table as well. “Make yourself at home, really. Get anything you want and if you need something let me know.” His eyes moved over the towel that hid her curves before letting his attention move back to her face- those gorgeous eyes. “Anything you need, tell me.” He added with a little emphasis, waiting on the girl’s response. This would be an interesting evening… already started to seem that way, at least.

WORD COUNTxx
¹¹³⁸
OUTFITxx
^{just some boxers.}
TAGxx
^open.
LYRICSxx
^{welcome to the jungle by guns n' roses}
NOTESxx
^---

[RIVIARA SCARLETT HEX]

His lips pressed against her cheek before he got to his feet. An action that caused chills to run through her body. It wasn’t making the situation any easier, at least on her part. She was so confused, torn between two different men. Maybe it was meant to be, her finding out about Kenny’s aggressive nature, after all, it brought her to Frankie. She didn’t doubt that her feelings would ever fade for Kenny, even with what he had done. She had to keep in mind, it wasn’t him; it was the drugs, wasn’t it? Her mind was so mixed up, her thoughts running together in a blur. She was frustrated, more so with herself rather than anything else.

His words wrapped around her as her eyes traveled up to his. Did he really mean that? Kenny had said it once, a long time ago. He shielded her mind, clouded her thoughts. It was so hard trying to trust someone, after everything that had happened to her, it seemed like an impossible task. She wanted to believe him, he did seem sincere. Though, there was no real way of knowing, she would just have to try and put her trust in him, as much as she was afraid to. She nodded her head gently, her eye still watching the man. She couldn’t find the words to reply, but she still wanted him to know that she acknowledged his generosity.

Her eyes followed his as she scanned the coffee table, taking in the clutter of cans. Her gaze flicked back to him, his sudden movement causing her to flinch slightly. He wasn’t moving towards her, however, he was jumping toward the table, trying to clean up what look like traces of cocaine. Her heart thumped hard within her chest, eyes still lingering on the male. She wasn’t sure if she should be wary of him, or craving for the white powder. No, she didn’t need it, she was finally clean. She wasn’t exactly convincing herself, not when the other side of her longed for some type or drug, something to stop the constant pain she felt. She eventually shook the thoughts, clearing her mind of her previous wanting. Taking in a deep breath her eyes wandered back to the male, who was now in front of her, placing a water bottle on the coffee table.

His voice carried out once more, stealing her full attention. ”It’s fine.” She didn’t really care too much about the mess. Riviara wasn’t one to complain about another person’s home, whether it was clean or messy. It was their own private space; they had the right to choose what state it was in. It was one thing she missed about being a staff member, getting her own personal room. Where she was living at the moment wasn’t exactly what one would call private. Guards had the right to wander into her space whenever they pleased, do whatever they pleased. It was frightening, being so vulnerable to the staff; they literally had all of the power, which they could use at their own will.

She squeezed her eyes shut, fighting back the tears that threatened to fall. She wasn’t going to break, not again. She just had to keep strong; she had to forget about everything that had happened. How was she supposed to move on when she constantly had the images playing in her mind? She would just have to block them out, push them to the back of her memory, as hard as that seemed. She continued to go over her thoughts, until she felt her hand being pawed. Her eyes opened, their stare instantly dropping on the small dog. Her gaze flicked up at Frankie as he spoke before falling back on the small animal. She picked her hand up, running it gently down the dog’s coat. The corner of her mouth tilted upward, trying to form a smile at his words. She couldn’t get over how sweet he was he was actually trying everything to cheer her up.

She felt the couch shift as he took a seat beside her, lying what looked like clothes on the table. Her eyes met his as his voice drifted through the air. She didn’t know how to answer, she didn’t know what she wanted. She swallowed hard before looking back to the clothing. ”A shower?” It may have been an odd request, especially for the male to hear. It was obvious she had just taken a shower, seeing as how she was still in a towel. Maybe if she were able to wash away the filth that she felt crawling on her skin, maybe then she would start feeling better.

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WORDS
7 8 5
TAGGED
Frankie !
OUTFIT
A towel.
MUSIC
N/a.
NOTES
N/a.

[FRANCESCO DOMINIQUE CAPONE]

At least she didn’t mind his mess, right? A soft smile played on the male’s lips as he let his eyes skim over the admirable vixen before him. She literally captivated him. Her beauty was unbelievable. It’d been a while since he’d seen someone with her features. Hell, he really didn’t notice how gorgeous she really was- and he was assuming that was because of the fact that he was dating Bella. Bella was his world, she was literally his everything… and then she ripped his heart out. That’s the story of his life, though. Girls were something he could get- a piece of ass, that is, but he had issues staying in legitimate relationships with those girls. He assumed he just targeted the wrong people- that was probably what it was, but he practically quit looking. Hell, he was obviously just looking to fuck- well, that’s what his mind told him, his subconscious and his heart sung a different song, though.

He was glad to see the female reacting to the dog. He was worried she’d get pissed or something- he just knew most girls were attracted to animals. Not in a sexual way or anything, just in general. Animals, especially when they’re babies, seemed to make girls rather happy- so he noticed. Hell, some people think that’s the only reason he has pets- chick magnets. Not true, though. Frankie loved animals just as much as any girl. Hell, he had like five dogs and a pig- he couldn’t help it, he just loved them. His friends had to practically tell him not to get any more animals… he listened, for now, that is. He was sure he’d get more pets- especially if he was feeling down… or had any encouragement. That was another thing. If his friends encouraged him to do something, he’d most likely do it. Call him a sheep, but he couldn’t help it. It was like he was drawn to that attention his friends would give him at that exact moment in time.

A shower? That was an odd request, in his opinion. Well, at this moment in time. Hell, people dealt with different things their own way, right? So it wasn’t really that bad. Frankie dealt with his emotions by generally not dealing with them. Odd, but true. The only time he really had his emotions surface was when he was slap drunk- then, then it was a different story. It was like all of his emotions bottled over and he broke down all at once. Then Frankie tried to avoid being around the people that saw him and his emotional side, hah. He avoided all of them, practically. Except Roland… Roland was used to it. It was a “bro” thing, apparently. Bromance- as everyone else called it. He just felt comfortable with Roland- no homo. Everyone though they were, but there was definitely no homo involved in that. Anyways…

A smile spread over his face as he jokingly gave the girl a “hell no.” The smile was apparent, as was his sarcasm. After a brief moment, he shook his head with a soft chuckle. “I said anything, didn’t I?” The male watched the puppy crawl across the girl and rest in-between her and Frankie, and he let his hand rub over the delicate animals back. He was a gentle giant, practically. His hazel green eyes moved back to her face, a dimply smile pushing on his lips, “Of course you can use the shower, Riv.” He glanced towards the television before letting his focus move to the room and his surroundings. He couldn’t let her use his shower- that… girl was in his room. That really wouldn’t look too good, eh? Then again, she knew how Frankie was. Everyone knew he was… well… a whore.

The male stood to his feet and held his hand out to the girl, a smile on his face. “Come on, Gorgeous. I’ll show you where the showers at.” The male picked up the spare clothes from off of the table and waited on his female friend. He’d just let her use the spare bathroom. Like said, he really didn’t want her running into the random whore in his bed. He’d probably kick her out while Riv’s in the shower. Sounds bad, but oh well. Frankie wanted to sleep in his own bed- and not with some girl he didn’t even know- shocking, right? He just really didn’t want Luciano coming back in the morning to some blonde chick, either. That would probably be a little… strange. Hell, he was sure even Luciano knew of his ways, though. Everyone did, after all. “Is there anything else I can do for you?”

WORD COUNTxx
⁷⁹²
OUTFITxx
^{just some boxers.}
TAGxx
^open.
LYRICSxx
^{welcome to the jungle by guns n' roses}
NOTESxx
^---

[RIVIARA SCARLETT HEX]

The corner of her mouth tilted up, showing traces of a smile. Her gaze dropped down to the dog, Frankie’s hand gently rubbing its back. It was an action that made her feel better, even though it wasn’t much. He showed his caring side, showing affection towards the dog. It gave her hope, seeing the good that he held. Maybe he was genuine, a true gentleman. Even if he wasn’t, she had it in her mind that he meant good, which was enough for her. It didn’t take much; all she wanted was to know that she was safe, that she wasn’t going to be taken advantage of.

Her heart skipped a beat when she noticed his smile, dimples clearly showing. There was no denying it; Frankie was a very handsome man. She let her eyes follow his figure as he stood up, grabbing the clothing off of the table and stretching out his hand. She slowly picked herself off of the couch as she rested her hand in his. She shook her head gently at his words, expressing that she didn’t need anything other than the shower. He was nice enough to let her use his washroom, she wasn’t going to ask for anything else; she already felt bad enough.

She gripped his hand as he led her to his washroom. Her body moving slowly as she tried to keep her balance. Once they arrived at the door she hesitantly let go of his hand, her eyes meeting his. She forced a warm smile before gently reaching for the clothing he still held within his hand. ”Thanks.” She remembered his previous words about not thanking him, but she couldn’t help it. She owed him so much; he took her in when she was down. Her eyes dropped from his, her stare hitting the ground as she closed the door behind her. Her hands let go of the clothing, dropping them on the toilet seat. She found herself staring into the mirror, her hands resting on the counter of the sink. She hated the image that she saw, the pathetic girl staring back at her. Blue orbs trailed across her body as she let the towel drop from her. Each of the bruises holding the memory of what had happened, what he did to her.

She turned away from the sink, no longer able to see her reflection. Her hand slid over to the taps in the shower, letting the water run into the bathtub. She cautiously stepped into the shower, closing the curtain behind her as she let the water pour from the shower head. It felt good, feeling the heat of the water on her cool skin. She immediately began to scrub, trying desperately to wash away all traces of his touch. She knew it wouldn’t be enough to erase him from her mind, but it was worth a shot.

She let her fingers trace along her body, running over a wound resting on her right hip. She flinched at the touch, the hot water stinging the scratches. She sucked in a deep breath as tears ran down her cheeks. The images forever played in her mind, the grin on his face, the anger in his voice. Those words, those few simple words put even more fear into her. She believed him; she believed that no one would trust her word, that no one would care. Who would believe her? She was merely a patient, while Kenny was a staff member, one in which most people liked. There was no way that anyone would be willing to take the time to listen, to see her pain.

She let her hands drop from her side, holding them out in front of her. Immediately she saw the marks on her wrists, the bruising from where his belt had been tied. Her breathing picked up as her heart pounded within her chest. Tears instantly began to fall, running down her cheeks like the water from the tap. Her hand reached out to the tile wall, attempting to steady herself while her other hand covered her mouth. Images of him pushing her up against the wall took hold of her mind, causing her to rip her hand from the tile. She didn’t know what to do, she was trapped once again, though he wasn’t anywhere near her. Panic quickly took over as she dropped to the bottom of the tub, pulling her knees into her chest. The water continued to pour down on her, silencing her terror. She couldn`t stop the tears from falling, she had finally broke down.

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WORDS
7 6 7
TAGGED
Frankie !
OUTFIT
A towel.
MUSIC
N/a.
NOTES
I made them walk to the washroom, if that's okay XD if not I can change it ><.