WHO: Cassidy Porter & Francis Taylor WHEN: [backdated] After this WHERE: Hologym WHAT: Frankie wants help from Cassidy to scream out her frustrations in total silence. WARNINGS: Language (will updated as scene progresses) STATUS: Complete!
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Frankie remembered something about the rule of three. Everything that comes in threes is supposedly complete; a complete pile of bullshit. Still, Frankie couldn’t help to wonder. First, the outsiders were hanging by a thread. Some held on stronger than the others. What if they did just all end up letting go? It was a thought that kept Frankie awake at night. Second, her brother shows up at the same facility soon after she gets transferred back to Limbo. That, in itself, had to be some sick joke by the people who hid behind the curtain, the higher-ups as everyone liked to call them. Frankie liked to call them assholes because that seemed more fitting. Third, she got herself put into lockup for nearly three (what a coincidence) days. Frankie had been lucky enough to have visitations rights even if it was only for half an hour.
Everything was all adding up, piling onto the back of her shoulders. She was grateful for all the times Cal had checked up on her, for when Sandy came to see her, for Cas who helped her without questioning her. Thankful for Scotty who came to visit her, a pleasant surprise to say the very least. And Frankie would never forget Tammy, expanding her horizons on creativity even if Frankie still sucked at drawing. It wasn’t all a disaster. They all still cared about one another. It was just shown a little differently here.
Frankie made it to the hologym before Cas arrived. She didn’t set up a program and merely sat in the middle of the room, folding her legs into a tight pretzel. It meant that the room was empty, the entirety of the room encased with metal. Thankfully Frankie didn’t have to wait too much longer and hefted herself back onto her feet the moment she caught sight of Cas.
“Hey,” She said, closing the gap between the two of them as she traipsed across the barren room. “Thanks for doing this. It means a lot.”