Frankie Vallario (franklyscarlett) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2011-11-09 23:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | finn, frankie |
Friday: February/20/09
Who: Frankie and Finn
When: Friday night
Where: her room
What: blanket delivery (aim scene)
Finn: Finn was actually a pretty nice guy, especially after the wish that made him not crazy. So, after he was bundled up, kinda, in her jeans, thermal shirt, and thick coat, he shoved his feet into his boots not bothering to tie them. Grabbing the desired blanket, a queen size he'd managed to some how aquire, he treked out to the adult dorms. It took a few minutes, but he got there. Knocking the snow off his boots, he came into the building and went to the correct floor and dorm. Double checking in case he accidentally got it wrong and pissed someone off by waking them up, he found the right one and rapped his knuckles on the door. "Blanket delivery service," he said in a charming voice. Hey, he was actually in a good mood, he could be extra nice when he wanted to be.
Frankie: Frankie wasn't a fan of Finn, not at all. He creeped her out. There was something off about him that she couldn't quite describe. Maybe it was the accent. So it wasn't Scottish, but it felt the same to her, and that reminded Frankie of her first boyfriend who pretty much fucked her over and helped turn her into the nutcase she was today. All that aside, she was cold, and she needed an electric blanket. Finn was the first one to volunteer, so she'd play nice. When the knock came at the door, she rushed over to it and let him in, wearing a smile. "Thanks."
Finn: "No problem," he said. Finn was usually a loud mouthed, rude, assholish drunkard of an Irishman, but he was in a good mood. So, why not share it? Granted he got the feeling of tolerance just steaming off of Frankie. Keeping his distance, he looked around a moment, getting a feel for her other than just digging around in her head or through her feelings. "You sit up front during the morning service, don't you?" He asked. "At the Chapel on Sundays." Things weren't really that great between him and Frankie and he kinda wanted to make that better. Less enemies or glares were good. So he figured maybe that would be a good starting point.
Frankie: Frankie was gracious as she took the blanket from him, pulling it to her chest. She couldn't wait to plug it in and snuggle under it. This had been a weird week. She probably could have snuggled up to one of several men she'd smooched on the last few days, but it was for her own good that she sleep alone tonight. Maybe. She was tempted to visit Wes or Lucas. No. Blanket! Distracted by her thoughts, she was slow to answer Finn's question. "What? Oh, yes. I sit up front during Mass. Father delivers beautiful homilies, but he's not the loudest man on earth, and the acoustics aren't that great. I can hear him better up front."
Finn: "My little brother and I sit in the middle. He likes to go to confession first after Mass and then get out before anyone else really starts heading that way," Finn nodded. "I'm supposed to start putting in a speaker system tomorrow for him actually. So it's not so crowded up front and people can hear him better in the back. Sometimes Rorie has to tell me what he said or I'll think he said something about a possum or a train for Jesus," he chuckled, hoping that she would at least find it slightly fun. A small smile if anything.
Frankie: Frankie felt really awkward talking to Finn like this. He seemed.. normal. What was he playing at? She'd come to discover that most men were fucking liars who were always after something when they were nice to her. She couldn't hold her tongue any longer. "What do you want, Finn?"
Finn: The question took him aback a bit. Only a little, but he'd halfway been expecting it with her aura just going crazy tense around him. "Nothing. If I wanted something, I would have asked for it," he said, quirking an eyebrow. "Thought I'd be nice was all."
Frankie: "Most people aren't nice to me without a reason." The suspicion was still there. She held the blanket a little more tightly, still not moving out of the doorway to allow him in, but also not shutting it in his face.
Finn: "Well thanks for lumping me into a group so easily," he said, a little bit of sarcasm never hurt anyone. "You make it easy for people to do the same with you when you just assume everyone wants something from you."
Frankie: "Fuck off, Finn." She took the blanket and shoved it back in his hands. "I don't need it. I'll find something or someone else to keep me warm."
Finn: "I'm sorry, I got offended when you thought you knew what my intentions were. Sorry they were honorable and I just wanted to help. Next time, I'll remember this when you need help again and I offer because, believe it or not, I'm not that bad of a guy," he said taking the blanket, but still stood there, his boot in the door a bit. For some reason he was in do gooder mode, wanting to help. Must have been the lack of sleep and rest from the past few weeks.
Frankie: Frankie had actually gone to close the door in his face, but his damn boot prevented that. She opened it again fully. "You've never talked to me before, except at the party that night when shit was falling apart for me, and you were kind of a douche. Now you decide to be nice and offer me something I need with no strings attached? I'm not buying it."
Finn: "Have you ever been close to dying?" He asked, serious now. "Have you ever seen someone you know and care about just laying there, horribly sick and you can't do anything about it?" Finn stared at her, letting his natrual Jersey accent come back, dropping everything. "Sometimes, when other people need help, a person can help them just because they need it," he said slowly, gently, not trying to be a douche or charming or an asshole. Just being Finn.
Frankie: "Of course I have. I was stuck off campus when the virus hit, and there wasn't anything I could do to help everyone here that I love." It was terrible. Frankie hated it so much. What if they'd all died?
Finn: "You were off campus. I was here, going room to room to help people. People I knew and am friends with. I got to see them in the most excrutiating pain and feel like death would be easier. I couldn't do anything to make it better. All I could do was make them as comfortable as I could. You would have been in the same boat as them if you had been here," he said. "I don't wish that on anyone and believe me, there's people I'd wish a lot of bad stuff on, but this ain't one of them. So just chill it out. I know I was a douche before, but a lot of shit's happened in the mean time and I've changed. I'm working my ass off to make sure people know that. It's not some game, it's not some diabolical plot. It's me. It's real and sometimes, despite popular belief, I can be a good guy without some ulterior motive."
Frankie: Frankie stared at him carefully for a few moments in silence. She had horrible instincts, so it was hard saying if he was to be trusted or not. She decided she'd have to keep a wait and see attitude about this one. "The blanket's a good start," she informed him hesitantly, holding her hand out for him to give it back.
Finn: A small smile got to his lips as he handed the blanket back. "Good," Finn chuckled slightly. "Hate to know my tredging out here was a waste." It had been out of the way after all, but not really. Kinda. . . Sorta? Oh well, she had the blanket and his heroism was only knocked down to the first notch.
Frankie: "Doesn't mean we're friends though, or that I owe you anything. I'll give it back tomorrow after I buy a new one of my own." She needed to clarify all that. If he was really just trying to do something nice to improve his image, he'd understand that it was going to take time and more than a blanket to make her see him differently. "But thank you."
Finn: "Didn't figure on it," Finn said. "Drop it off at the office that way you don't have to worry about tracking me down. I'll pick it up after work," he said with a nod, removing his boot from the doorway.
Frankie: "I'm not a bitch. I'll bring it to you directly. And I'm not trying to be shitty to you, I've just had a lot of bad experience with people pretending to care when they were using me all along." He needed to understand that about her. "Maybe you're being genuine, and I hope you are, but I don't know for sure yet."
Finn: "Welcome to the real world," he said with a tip of the head. "I'm nearly 30 and bad experiences have been my life. Shit happens, it's how you handle it that makes you a better person or a bitter shrew," he said with a shrug. "I just figured it'd be easier so you didn't have to worry about trying to find my place or catching me at home. I get off at 7 if you really wanna give it back to me in person though."
Frankie: Frankie gave a nod. "Okay. I'll see you then." She didn't want to turn into a bitter woman. Frankie liked that she was a trusting person, usually able to see the good in others, but it hadn't served her well. People took advantage of her good nature.
Finn: "I'm Staff building A. Room's 4D," he said. "I should be there any time after 7:30. Never know if someone else needs saving from a leaky faucet or faulty heater," Finn said with a grin as he stepped back. "See ya around Franky," he said before turning and walking down the hall, feeling a bit better about his karma over all.
Frankie: Frankie tried to clear her mind of negative thoughts about Finn. If he was really trying to wipe the slate clean and start over, then she should give him the chance to do so. "Yeah. See ya." She gave a little wave and closed the door, all too happy to plug in the blanket and crawl into bed.