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Francesca Carpenzano

"Keep your hands clean and your deals dirty."

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a character in “Weeds: The College Experiment”, as played by LindaRose

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Francesca Carpenzano //: Birthname
Frankie //: Goes by
23//: Age
Leader //: Role
Scorpio //: Star Sign
Public Relations //: Major


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Looking in from the outside..

ImageStyle ::
Soft and feminine, with dark leather jackets and knee high boots to throw others off. She doesn’t pay attention to trends much, just sort of wears what she likes. Very casual, she doesn’t dress up often - but when she does it’s always a skin tight dress that shows more than enough. Most of her jeans have holes from natural tear and wear, and her knit sweaters are hand-me-downs that her mother outgrew, luckily their quality make them long lasting. Franky is always known to “do her own thing”
Occupation ::
Franky’s never been shy to play the middle man in any type of situation. All her life Franky made it through by manipulating. Throughout high school she and her group of friends were into all sorts of mischief; fake ID’s, alcohol, drugs - mostly prescription since that’s what most privileged children have access to - anything that made them money. For a while she was selling stolen items on ebay, whatever helped her get by. Luckily she’s very vague about her finances and how she has money, so no one suspects much from her.
Reputation ::
Francesca is a unique combination of notorious sensuality and mystery that often keeps people guessing. Just when people believe they’ve figured her out, she throws them in for a loop. She’s never been seen with anyone romantically or intimately, yet rumors of her being a slut still seem to circulate. Her sexuality is always questioned, since it’s not foreign for her to be flirting with a person of any gender or preference. For the most part she’s seen keeping to herself, with a polite smile on her face or playing coy with someones poor heart. If anyone had to name a friend of hers, probably no one would be able to think of one since she isn’t really the type to go out in public with people, she prefers chilling at someone’s place with netflix and pizza to anything else.

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Looking through it with a scope..
Fatal Flaws ::
Perhaps her desperate ambition to make her father proud? It wouldn’t make any sense, because his morals are obviously all sorts of wrong. Her mother dove into a pill fueled depression when Franky’s father was taken away, and all Franky had to look forward to is when they’d pretend that everything was normal every sunday and visit her father. Her father always let Franky know she had the potential and the right to have everything she ever wanted, more than anyone else - so it would be okay if she cut a few corners and stepped on a few toes on the way.
Redeeming Qualities ::
There’s just something charming about that Franky girl. She doesn’t involve herself in the squabble with others, but would be the type that when all goes silent will spark up a cigarette and break the tension with a off kilter comment. Her smile is always warming and genuine, makes someone feel special just for looking at them. The way her eyes twinkle as if she were sharing a secret, look into the distance momentarily before saying the exact words that needed to be said in that moment. She’s extremely poised and well read, a dangerous combination. Everything she does or say seems to have been rehearsed a million times.

ImageA glimpse into the psyche ..

It could be said that Franky doesn’t have her shit together as much as she seems to be. Her father always told her that showing any sliver of weakness leaves her vulnerable to being exploited. She doesn’t carry herself as “cold”, more like just apathetic to any situation. Never offering any strong reactions, Franky prefers to mull over all options and consequences before speaking out - which is what makes her great at Public Relations. She’s always politically correct to people’s faces, although she may be scheming how to milk the most use out of that person as fast as possible in the back of her mind.

That’s not to say she doesn’t keep a guilty conscious, she always feels the need to overcompensate when she’s done someone wrong. She’s taken someone out to dinner only hours after cutting them $500 on a deal. Whenever she feels guilty she reminds herself what her father says and doesn’t feel as bad anymore - except for the times she feels like shouting “Fuck Inmate 3940!” It’s very conflicting emotions she battles with often.

To those she considers as part of her circle she is often sweet and affectionate with. Her voice is soft and small, and that in combination with her gentle touch make her easy to be sweet on. She has a tendency to laugh a lot and cuddle, often accidentally cuddling just by falling on top of someone and finding a comfy spot. She’s often compared to a cat, not just because of her ability to get comfortable just about anywhere but because she’s distant and allusive a portion of the time and cuddly and warm the rest of the time. She’s generally very go with the flow, only adding her own input to steer the odds in her own favor.

A puzzle never put together..


Franky was born into the elite society of ball gowns worn to gala’s and suits worn to “lunch meetings”. Being the Carpenzano’s only child, from day one she was being groomed to be a shark. Every day her dad would offer what he called “business” advice, which consisted of doing what ever you have to do to get what you want, even at the expense of others. “We deserve only the best, better than anyone else.” He would tell her. Mr. Carpenzano was an ambitious man, he had come from new money and had grown into a tycoon of sorts in no time. He had his toe dipped in every pond; shops, restaurants, entertainment - the whole shebang. Then he was slapped with embezzling money as well as first degree murder of his then secretary, who was allegedly his mistress who threatened to expose him.

Obviously the family lost most of it’s money and assets, although there was enough to maintain the allusion of their lifestyle. Franky was twelve when her dad went away, and every week she would visit him in prison. Sometimes her mom would go in, sometimes she’d just sit outside of the door. It took a while before Franky heard her parents have a normal conversation again. When she told her dad about her operation of distributing “illegal goods” in her high school, her father gave her an hour long lecture on tips and tricks on how to make sure she got the bulk of the cash and kept her hands clean. He was her business model, he had learned the hard way what not to do - but she was his prodigy and now she has the chance to make him proud.

So begins...

Francesca Carpenzano's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Danny Jacobs Character Portrait: Nathaniel Elkins Character Portrait: Lydia Volkov Character Portrait: Isaac Ridler Character Portrait: Kay Vassallo Character Portrait: Chris Garcia Character Portrait: Francesca Carpenzano

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“Hey daddy.”

It was a cold concrete room, but there were several other table with other visitors. There were a couple of windows letting in sunlight, but the bars casted shadows across the floor. While most of the other prisoners were in simple brown uniforms, limbs free of shackles, her father had on bright orange uniform, hands cuffed in front of his torso. Francesca pretended night to noticed, smiling and playing his part as his adorable baby girl. She could see the guard who had seemingly escorted the prisoners look over her fathers shoulder to look her up and down, it wouldn’t be a visit to see her father if there wasn’t some guy in the background checking her out.

“Frankie, baby, sit down.”

She listened, crossing her legs delicately. She could see the same look in his eyes he always had, that it killed him that he couldn’t give his little girl a hug. She always tried not to return the expression. “What’s with the chains?” She tried to ask with nonchalance.

“Don’t worry about it.”


“Not worrying, just asking.”

“Don’t ask.”

There was silence, it was typical behavior on her fathers behalf. He never wanted to be honest with her, but he felt the constant need to have his word be law. She sighed, leaning against the table to briefly lock eyes with the guard watching them, smiling to herself and looking down before looking back to her father.

Her father took the bait, watching the interaction between her and the guard. “What, your mother taught you that?”

They both laughed, and the tension settled, as if they both just accepted that the conversation had gone nowhere near where they intended. They had to have each others back, no one else ever would. “Look, dad, I just came here to tell you to settle things out with mom. They told me you lost your phone privileges, I’m assuming that goes along with the reason you’re wearing the cuffs?”

To any eavesdroppers, it would sound like a child reprimanding their parent, but this was what their relationship had grown into. Mr. Carpenzano always had a hard time thinking about how his actions affected those around them, and Frankie had always been the only one he listened to. “Frankie it wasn’t something I could make go away, you don’t want to know how things work here, baby, and I wouldn’t want you to know. This was making the best out of the situation and tell your mother everything is taken care of. I’d have called her already but like you’ve heard I’m grounded.” He said, throwing a fit like an angsty 16 year old.

Toying with the ends of her long hair, Francesca sighed, looking up at her father with her big brown eyes. “Daddy, you know I’m always on your side, but I can’t keep playing the medium between you two.”

“I know, baby, but your mom has every reason to be upset with me and this is the only way I can help her feel better.”

It was never a light hearted visit when it came to her father. Frankie shrugged, leaning against the table and letting her eyes wander over the room. “I’ll figure it out.”

Her dad accepted her answer, knowing she wasn’t the one to offer promises. There was a moment of silence before he spoke again. “Hey, how did you get this visit anyway, I thought I was grounded?”

Frankie smiled, “I met with a warden, he’s a nice man. Young, charming, fit, quite dashing really.”

Her father’s face fell.

“Oh relax, it was just dinner.”

The guard called out a five minute warning.

Her dad looked back with his sad eyes and she knew the tensions had faded away.

“Cynthia had her baby, and Uncle Nesto called last month from California.” Frankie said, scooting in closer to her dad.

“I love you kid.”

“I know.”

“Your mom, too.”

“I know.”

“If you see that warden again I don’t care if I have to stay here until I die, I’m kicking his ass.”

“I love you, too.”

“Give me a hug.”

“Can you do that?”

“What are you, a cop? Give me a hug.”

Frankie looked up at the guard, who was still watching them. If she hesitated, it was only for a moment. She hugged her father, albeit awkwardly given the cuffs. She could see the guard going to speak when she winked, he stalled for a moment. Before he could attempt to break up their hug again, Frankie pulled back, pecking her fathers cheek. “Stop being such a rebel. Someone needs to be sensible one in the family, and you’re not the one in college.”

“Please be a good girl.” Her father pleaded.

“Love you, daddy.”

Frankie left before the time was up, her thigh high black leather booths clicking as she walked away. The prison was only an hour and a half ride from Berkley, and she had gone early enough that no one had probably even noticed she was gone. She had a small studio apartment about a ten minute walk from campus, although she didn’t spend most of her time there. Most of the apartment was a collage of colorful textiles and photos with christmas lights along the walls. A bowl of kibble and water sat next to an open window where her cat Jeju came and left as he pleased. It seemed he was gone for the moment.

Immediately changing into gym shorts and a t-shirt, Frankie packed a bowl and turned on netflix before sending a mass text out to the group:

Group Text: Chris ; Kay ; Danny ; Isaac ; Lydia ; Nico
Sesh at my place? Portlandia and Afghan kush.

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Character Portrait: Isaac Ridler Character Portrait: Francesca Carpenzano

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He swore that the guy would never shut up. Really- never. He'd just talk on and on and on till his vocal cords were shredded from the strenuous work and then he would still try to talk. Isaac was grinding his teeth, thinking of a million different ways to tell the guy off, knowing he'd never actually say any of it. He didn't even know what the guy was talking about anymore. He'd started tuning him out after about five minutes of the guy following him around the streets. He wanted to go back to his apartment but he was afraid if he did the guy would try and follow him inside, and he wasn't sure how the guy would react to being told no. It wasn't like the guy was huge, but he was bigger than Isaac. He had this jerky way of moving his hands really fast when he talked and Isaac was sure that if one of the hands accidentally hit him he'd get a black eye. Isaac did not want to give him a reason to want to give him a black eye.

A sudden shove made him look up at the guy, but his expression didn't seem to give the impression that he'd realized Isaac's lack of interest. If that was his idea of a friendly pat, Isaac now really didn't want to piss the guy off.

"Dude," the guy started, face lighting up like he had the most brilliant idea ever. "You should go there sometime!"

What? "What?" Isaac asked out loud, echoing his thoughts. For the first time since he had started talking to him, the guy frowned.

"The tropics? Where I know this lady names Shel. The one I was just telling you 'bout."

Isaac almost felt bad for not listening. Almost. "Oh. Yeah."

And just like that the dude was fine again, talking on like the moment had never occurred. Was the guy oblivious? Or just didn't care? Isaac was leaning toward oblivious.

"Look, I gotta go home," Isaac said finally, cutting the guy off. If they kept walking he'd have to turn back away from the direction of his apartment, and he did not feel like back tracking.

The guy looked like he was going to keep talking but Isaac turned away and walked off before he could. The guy didn't follow him.

"Thank the lord," he muttered under his breath before feeling his phone vibrate and checking it. It was Frankie, an invite to her place. "So much for not back tracking," he said, this time louder, and turned around again. He did make sure to take a different route than the one he'd left Mr. Never-Shuts-Up at though.

Her place wasn't that far, or at least not compared to some of the walking he did since the distinct lack of a car. When he got there, he wasn't sure if he should knock or not. He wasn't really used to being invited places yet, even though he'd known these guys for awhile now. In the end, he settled for knocking. Rather be considered weird for knocking than pissing Frankie off.

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Character Portrait: Lydia Volkov Character Portrait: Isaac Ridler Character Portrait: Kay Vassallo Character Portrait: Francesca Carpenzano

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As a hand landed with a sharp smack on her ass, a shudder ran up Lydia's spine. She set the empty plate on the table, curling a hand into a tight little fist. 10... 9... 8...

"Hey cutie, fill 'er up," slurred the owner of said hand. The man waggled his glass, eyes bloodshot. His friends were looking at each other and laughing at the man's antics. It was all Lydia could do to contain her rage. 7... 6... 5...

"Coming right up," she choked. She had fifteen minutes left before her shift ended. She just had to last that long without incident. Lydia took his glass with a forced smile but with a sweaty hand, he took her by the wrist. 4... 3... 2...

"Maybe later you can gimme your number," he chuckled, "I'll show you a good time," His friends couldn't contain themselves. One of them banged his fist on the table, shaking with laughter while the others kept punching each other in the shoulders. 1... Her knuckles were white around the glass. Then a loud crack echoed through the restaurant. His friends were struck dumb and the other patrons began whispering and pointing. The man cradled the side of his face; his cheek swelling to a bright red.

"If you ever touch me again," she snapped, pointing an angry finger in his face, "or fucking speak to me, I will make you a soprano!" She spun on her heels and left them stunned and blustering, the kitchen doors swinging behind her. No doubt they would complain but as far as Lydia was concerned, her shift was over.

Lydia ducked out the backdoor and was lighting a cigarette when Kelly came after her. She was nearly a foot taller than her and liked to throw it in her face with that jutting chin of hers. "What the hell was that about?" she said, hands on her skinny, little hips.

"He grabbed my-" she started.

"I don't want to hear it!" Kelly interrupted, "It's always something with you," Her voice was like the sound of a thousand yapping pocket dogs, barking in her ear. "I'm telling Kay. Why she puts up with you, I don't know but you are fucking finished here," Lydia rolled her eyes, taking a long drag. Kelly gasped, "Don't you roll your eyes at me?!" As she started on another tangent, Lydia's phone buzzed in her pocket. She checked her message and grinned. It was Frankie, saving the day. With an exhale of smoke, Lydia walked off with Kelly still yelling after her.

A quick ride in her second hand car and she arrived at Frankie's doorstep but she wasn't the only one. Isaac was knocking at the door when she walked up. "Hey, Miss Manners," she said teasingly, "let me show you how this works," She leaned around him, twisting the knob in her hand and pushing the door open. As she walked in, she shouted, "Frankie, don't start without us!" She slipped off her shoes, making herself comfortable.

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Character Portrait: Lydia Volkov Character Portrait: Isaac Ridler Character Portrait: Kay Vassallo Character Portrait: Chris Garcia Character Portrait: Francesca Carpenzano

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An orchestra of sound played over and over again in Chris' head. Colors seem to come from everywhere around him and they lead his hand around the canvas. In reality not much more than the soft hissing sound of his spray cans could be heard. Even his breathing was so soft that you might think he was not breathing at all. It was early, sunrise just starting. No lessons had yet started, but Chris had been in the classroom for hours. In fact he hadn't yet gone to bed. The door to the art studio/classroom had been locked when Chris arrived. But it was standing in the way of inspiration, and in Chris' mind that was the actual crime. He had put down his bag with spray cans and some other needed tools and sat down on his knees in front of the door. With a bend paper clip he was able to unlock the barricade to his domain. it wasn't the paper clip, but freedom which had been the real key.

Everyone could have seen that this was Chris at his best, or at the very least his happiest. The cans of spay paint were twirling in his hand as if he was making a cocktail. With red, yellow, blue and black he had all the colors he needed for today. Chris was happy to let his eyes and hands do the work, his brain was switched off. Over the hours the character of the piece had changed a few times, going from fear to pride, from educated to unwritten and finally he had settled on dreaming. Putting the last drops on his creation he stood back and looked at it. He was more than content with his finished product. He looked at the girl and wondered who she was. He hadn't painted her with anyone in mind, at least not as far as he knew. Maybe his subconscious knew more than he did.

He imagined Kay would tell him to take a picture, from his bag he grabbed his camera. She had tried to tell him to use his phone, but he hadn't figured out how to use that thing so far. He was glad the messages appeared on his screen as they come, 'cause he had no idea how to look them up otherwise. He shot a few pictures before putting his camera away and leaving the class room. His board stood next to the door, of course it was decorated with his own design. Before he was outside he felt his pocket vibrate. A message from Frankie came up when he looked at his phone. I'll be right over, he thought. He couldn't really send a response, at least not in a shorter time than it would take to get to her apartment.

The fresh air outside felt soft on his skin. While on his board his hair danced around whenever he made some speed. It was still on the quiet side, but the people he did see he greeted with a warm smile on his face. Almost all of them he knew, even though he couldn't really match their faces with a name. The smiles he received back from the other students meant for him that they recognized him as well. At high speed he crossed the campus lanes. The trees waved back and forth like flames, which gave him an idea for a next painting. Frankie's apartment was coming close now. He looked up as he crossed the parking lot and slowed down to a stop. He saw Kay leaning over the railing and gave her a quick wave. Just before the stairs he grabbed his board and walked up. He put a hand on Kay's shoulder when he passed:"See you inside?"

He grabbed the door handle and opened it enough for him to go through. "Hey everyone", he shouted without actually seeing anyone yet. He took off his shoes and left his board and backpack near the door. Walking into the room he saw the people already there, Isaac, Lydia and Frankie. "Oh, hey there" he now said in a softer tone of voice. He gave a slight wave to Frankie and Isaac and as always he gave Lydia a big hug. Letting go of Lydia he directed his attention to Frankie. "I probably have paint all over my clothes, is it all right if I just sit on the floor?"

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Character Portrait: Lydia Volkov Character Portrait: Isaac Ridler Character Portrait: Kay Vassallo Character Portrait: Chris Garcia Character Portrait: Francesca Carpenzano

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It wasn’t far into one episode of Portlandia that her first friend arrived. Danny appeared perfectly disheveled with the glow that could only be explained by a fun night. “Ow, ow, baby boy. You’ve got nasty written all over you.” She joked, eyes red from the smoke she had already dented into since changing into her lazy clothes. She pointed the the nook of a kitchen behind her, “Before you sit down, can you grab me a raspberry lemon bar from the freezer. Take one too if you want,” She read his expression, “Puh-leeease, I’ll love you forever.”

As if she didn’t already, Danny had a special place in her heart, along with twizlers. Clearing out what was left in her bowl, she had began to pack a new one when she heard Lydia step in, followed by Isaac. “To late, bitches.” She handed the bong to whoever would take it, busting out papers and settling in to roll a joint. “You guys won’t believe the morning I had. All I have to say is I want to ingest copious amounts of marijuana until I can forget it all.”

She had alluded to her father before, although she probably had never spelled out her relationship with him. It wasn’t something that ever came up, really, although she hadn’t exactly ever offered the information. Most people had learned to stop asking questions with Frankie and let her do as she may. She almost told them she had went to see him in prison today, but instead she changed the Portlandia episode and placed the remote in the middle of the table. “Don’t even think about changing the show, by the way. It is a Portlandia kind of day....possibly Arrested Development down the line.”

Chris was the next one to arrive, covered in paint and giving Lydia a massive hug. He was so polite, more polite than any other drug dealer Frankie had ever met. She laughed, finishing up on the joint before looking up to Chris. “Are you kidding? Most of this stuff was taken from an alley, make yourself at home.”

There was always this tension Frankie felt, as if she were just out of the reach of the casual friendship all the others had. As if she were “management” who had to be kept at a distance for professional reasons. She tried not to think about it to much, she had been in the same position many times, but she never got along with her employees as much as she had with the people in this group.

Lighting up the blunt and passing it to Danny, Frankie wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled him to sit beside her on the couch. “Man, you guys are better than the cops. I say come and before I’m done with a bowl you cunts are here and ready to smoke up....fucking vultures.” She teased everyone, then hopping over the couch to stumble into the kitchen. “Anyone want drinks? I have capri suns and wine....and water I suppose.” She opened a cupboard, “Half a box of cheezits, some fruit bars in the freezer annnnd....” She poked around some more, “Four types of cereal AND three quarters of a gallon of milk...your munchies haven is here.” She paused in case anyone wanted to place an order for Frankie’s kitchen.

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Character Portrait: Danny Jacobs Character Portrait: Lydia Volkov Character Portrait: Isaac Ridler Character Portrait: Chris Garcia Character Portrait: Francesca Carpenzano

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Danny smirked much too proudly at Frankie's opening words, lifted both arms and turned around slowly as if his walk of shame look was actually something to be put on display. He chuckled afterwords, stepping forward to fall onto the couch next to her and cuddle up like he usually would, when she stopped him.

He glared slightly for her request, muttered lazy bitch under his breath as he disappeared off into the kitchen nook, but they both knew it was said with good humor. Danny was probably meaner to the people he actually liked than vice versa. All curse words took the place of adorable pet names.

The Raspberry Lemon bars were easy to find, and he grabbed up two while he heard the door open and shut again, followed by Lydia's voice. Coming around the corner revealed Isaac behind her, and he grinned happily at the pair before flopping down next to Frankie, pressing a sloppy kiss against her cheek when she mentioned the morning she'd had.

He knew her well enough to figure out she'd probably been to visit her father. Even Danny didn't know much about their relationship or their situation, but he knew enough about her moods to connect the pattern. Frankie was a lot of things, but it didn't take rocket science to figure her out.

Chris came next, the same bundle of positive energy he usually was, and Danny leaned off the couch enough to fist bump his friend before taking the blunt Frankie passed over. Her arms were around his waist in the next moment, pulling him back down in his rightful spot beside her. He was laughing at her comment when she was suddenly gone, jumping over the couch and into the kitchen. "Bitch, I just went in there for you!" he called out. "You better bring me some fucking cereal."

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Character Portrait: Danny Jacobs Character Portrait: Lydia Volkov Character Portrait: Isaac Ridler Character Portrait: Chris Garcia Character Portrait: Francesca Carpenzano

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Isaac had only just started knocking when Lydia showed up beside him. "Hey, Miss Manners, let me show you how this works," she said to him, obviously teasing, and reached around to open the door. Stop being awkwardly polite, noted, he thought to himself, and stepped to the side as Lydia walked in ahead of him.

"Not a girl," he replied absently before following her, not really minding the teasing. He was used to that sort of thing since his social awkwardness tended to put him in situations that would warrant teasing. Isaac closed the door behind them and shrugged off his sweatshirt so he was just in his tee before tossing it in a corner. Lydia shouted for Frankie not to start without them, but by the smell of the house that request was a bit too late.

Frankie was on the couch when they found her and had obviously started without them. Danny was there too, holding food- probably for Frankie. He smiled at them as Danny got comfortable next to Frankie. “To late, bitches,” she said before starting to roll a joint and giving them a vague description of her morning. It involved cops, but seeing as she wasn't arrested or anything Isaac assumed it had to do with a more familial issue, and decided not to comment. He didn't know much about her situation, she didn't talk about it often. And when she did it was just vague details. Not that Isaac really minded, he was fine with it if Frankie didn't want to talk about it. Well, more she just didn't care to talk about it. It was like she never brought it up rather than actively avoided it.

Isaac was finding a chair to sit in when Chris walked in, saying hi to them all. Isaac simply nodded at him as his way of saying "hey there". You could tell Chris had been spray painting- the evidence was all over his clothes. Chris and Lydia hugged like usual before Chris was asking to sit on the floor because of the paint on his clothes. Isaac couldn't help roll his eyes, as if Frankie would ever make him sit on the floor because of some paint. And as he thought, she was telling him that he didn't have to sit on the floor. Frankie and Danny were snuggled up on the couch again once she'd finished the joint, and she was calling them vultures now. Isaac found himself grinning at the accusation. You're the one who invited the vultures over, he thought but didn't actually comment out loud. A moment later Frankie was jumping away toward the kitchen and giving everyone inventory of the food she had.

"Grab me a fruit bar," he called to Frankie after Danny demanded to be brought some cereal.

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Character Portrait: Lydia Volkov Character Portrait: Chris Garcia Character Portrait: Francesca Carpenzano

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As Chris walked in behind them, a smile erupted from her face. Maybe it was the trick of his trade, but he had an energy about him that softened all her hard edges. "Miliy moy," she said before he scooped her up in a hug. She squeezed him tightly, planting a kiss on his cheek before he let her go. Her bad day was already slipping far from her mind as she settled in on the floor, leaning back against the couch.

She took the bong and the lighter, ready to settle in. She'd stumble into the kitchen later. After a day smelling stale beer, chicken wings and body odor, food was the last thing on her mind. She placed her lips on the chamber and sucked hard. As the smoke filled her lungs, she finally let go. Lydia caught a few words between Frankie and Danny. She knew about Frankie's father, at least what the papers had said. What went behind closed doors was an entirely different story. Lydia's own father defended men like her dad, only of the Russian sort. It was a horrible thought but Lydia was grateful her father was only on the periphery of that life, if only for her sake.

With a great puff of smoke above her head, her eyelids became heavy. Already her shitty day was slipping away. "Hey, bring this vulture some wine over here," she said, "unless you're hiding something a little harder," She set the bong on the coffee table, sliding it to the left. Once upon a time, she was the head of her own crowd. She had the money and the foolish generosity that buys lots of little followers. If the walls of her old condo could talk... but luckily it couldn't. It was probably housing some young wannabe starlet being kept by some older man. Sometimes, looking at Frankie, she had to admit to a little envy. However, having friends that she didn't need to buy, more than made up for it.

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Character Portrait: Danny Jacobs Character Portrait: Lydia Volkov Character Portrait: Isaac Ridler Character Portrait: Kay Vassallo Character Portrait: Chris Garcia Character Portrait: Francesca Carpenzano

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Frankie's [color=#]"Make yourself at home"[/color] was one of the warmest welcomes she could give. As he looked dreamily around the room he saw his room mates fist bumping his own. He didn't know if Danny spend any time in their dorm last night, Chris hadn't exactly been there himself. "Hope I didn't worry you by not sleeping in our room." Between the two of them he knew that it didn't need to be said, but still he would always say it. "Got a beautiful result out of it though."

Instead of sitting down he walked after Frankie into the kitchen. "Vulture 4, ready to assist!" He helped out Frankie with the requests coming from the room. While he was collecting he was thinking of his parents. One time a friend of Chris had come to their house. One of the very few friends he had at the time, but as Chris' parents were not nearly as inviting as Frankie the boy was never allowed in the house again. He had done the ultimate evil, he had opened a cupboard and grabbed a piece of candy by himself. According to Chris' mom only animals take something that doesn't belong to them, quite a contradictory statement from Frankie's. When he looked at Frankie he saw again the familiar purple smoke surrounding her. A mystic quality that only made her more interesting. He knew there were things she didn't tell him, or any of the others. She didn't have to, as long as she knew that if she ever did decide on sharing he was sure they'd all be there for her.

He grabbed the fruit bar for Isaac and threw it at him softly from the kitchen entrance. Turning back he spoke to Frankie again: "If you have any chocolate cereal, I'm pretty sure Danny will love you forever. As if he doesn't already." Next he grabbed the wine for Lydia and one Capri Sun for himself, before leaving the kitchen. He actually really adored, loved and was crazy about Capri Sun. He didn't even really care that it tasted disgusting in combination with weed, Chris just has to have his Capri Sun.

Coming back to the room he handed the wine to Lydia. "Hey Lyds, here's your order. I trust you can do without a glass." he said with a wink. He was ready to crash on the couch right behind here and enjoy his precious Capri Sun when he noticed Kay hadn't come in yet. He mumbled {color=#18D81E]"Be right back"[/color]. He stepped outside the door and saw Kay still leaning over the railing. He closed the door behid him and stood next to her, facing the other way. "Don't you wanna come in? You know, if you do I'll share my Capri Sun with you."

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Grinning as the others called out their orders, Frankie assembled a bowl and the milk for Danny. As she judged which cereal to get him she finally ripped into fruit bar Danny had fetched for her earlier, tapping her foot in thought. Her attention span had already limited itself, she almost had forgotten why she had came into the kitchen distracted by the snack she now munched on, until Chris announced himself behind her. She turned to face him, eyes low and fruit bar still in her mouth in a child like manner. He gave her an odd look, as if he was reading her. He only paused for a moment, then gathering several things to the others, recommending a cereal for Danny in passing.
"Thanks." She offered weakly.
She poured the bowl of cereal and added the milk complete with a plastic spoon to eat it with. Sighing to herself, she grabbed a glass of wine back with her. Handing the bowl off to Danny and setting her glass down onto the table as she noticed Chris step out. As Lydia went to speak Frankie plucked the wine from her hands and poured her own glass well past the socially elite acceptable amount, passing the bottle of Pinot Gris back to the brunette. Finishing off her fruit bar, Frankie tossed the popsicle stick into the ash tray and grabbed her wine as she sat down.

She felt groggy, unable to keep up with her friends around her. As much as she enjoyed the feeling of light heartedness they brought, she had to break the bad news. She wanted to wait for everyone to get here, but she couldn't hold it in anymore. "Listen I have some news regarding our next steps," she waited until she had the eyes of everyone. "It's not something that we won't be able to work out but I tried to make some headway on a connect today but there were more...erm, obstacles than I percieved."

Pausing to hit the joint that was still going around and then to light her own cigarette, Frankie continued. "I thought I had a revenue on lock down, but there are some things standing in the way of me hashing out the last details. We could be delayed as much as three, four...six months on making any big moves." Maybe sooner if I return the Warden's calls. she regretfully thought to herself.

"We'll have to just keep working. There might be other outlets we haven't considered yet, there's always other options." It felt good to put the information in the air, although the two paths that laid before her weren't very kind to her. She wouldn't want to burden them with her duties, such as right now where she either connect with riskier businesses and put these wonderful but inexperienced in organized crime people, excluding Lydia, in a dangerous position or - pimp herself out to the Warden of her fathers prison to coordinate with him and gain access to his old buyers which could make them a fortune.

"I don't want to stress anybody out, it's something that will work it's way out."

She squirmed, wanting to say more but not sure how. "We should do something tonight." She managed.

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The wind was strong and the temperature felt as if it dropped several degrees amidst every breeze, something Kay enjoyed almost as much as the smell of the ocean lingering in the air.

Her vape was slowly but surely reaching empty when she heard the door open behind her.
"Don't you wanna come in? You know, if you do I'll share my Capri Sun with you"
The voice was easily recognizable and Kay would smile just as Chris leaned on the railing beside her.
"Capri Sun? Well how could I ever pass that up?" Laughing a bit under her breath Kay would hand her Vape Pen to Chris and wait for him to grab it before bending over and picking up her book-bag.
"Stopped by Burger King, but I know that's not your thing so..."
After a few seconds digging in her bag Kay pulled out a small bag of Ice Cream flavored taffy and slid it into Chris' back pants pocket.
"It's not quite the real deal but I can always buy you an ice cream cone later, as long as you give me something beautiful to add to your instagram page, I know you've been finishing up a new piece - right?"



Kay would continue to loiter by the railing until her Vape Pen was eventually handed back to her.
Shoving it back into her book-bag she'd then pick up her guitar and the skateboard she had borrowed.
"Beach, Frankie's, Beach, Frankie's........hmm, I think I'll go back to the beach." she joked, snickering softly.
"Of course I'm kidding....or else I wouldn't have brought you bums breakfast now would I? Ladies first I suppose." And with that Kay would make her way through the front door - leaving it open for Chris to follow behind her.
Leaning over she'd slide her skateboard and guitar out of the way in the front of the apartment before making her way over towards the couch.

"Now don't get the idea that I like any of you but I stopped by BK."
Kay pulled the large bag of various Croissan'wich's and hash-browns out of her bag and placed it in the middle of the coffee table. "Being the little piggy I am though, I call dibs on three of those sammys and one of the large hash-browns."
Ahead of anyone else she'd dig in and pull out three Bacon and Egg Croissan'wich's and a thing of hash-browns before flouncing on the couch, crossing one leg over the other, and digging in.

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Lydia took the wine from Chris, "You're a lifesaver, zaychik moy," she said with a wink. She yanked the cork from the bottle with a grunt. The cork rolled across the table, stopping short of the edge. She drained nearly a third of the wine in one swallow. Lydia was used to alcohol that burned. Wine was like water. She leaned her head back against the couch, catching the joint as it passed by. Then the wine disappeared from her hand. "Wait, what?" she muttered, peeking under the table.

Then Kay walked in, announcing her arrival with bags of food. "Santa!" she cried out, holding out her hands like a greedy child. The smell of greasy food ignited her appetite. As the food hit the table, she swiped a hash brown. It was turning into another normal afternoon until Frankie turned serious. The mention of next steps rippled up Lydia's spine, raising her hackles.

"Delays? Does someone need a little chat?" she reached into her back pocket but realized quickly she left her gun under her bed. It was probably for the best. She talked big but her father never earned stars, he only defended the ones that did. She knew the world but had never gone close to the rabbit hole herself. Absentmindedly, she kept patting herself down, looking for her gun.

"What other options are there? Everyone around here is broke... with terrible taste," she sniffed. Lydia had lost a lot of highbrow taste when she was downgraded but what she couldn't stand for was terrible taste in weed. After an unfortunate incident in the dorm with dirt weed, she dismissed her entire dorm. To her, they were classless plebeians.

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Isaac had glanced back at the kitchen just in time to see Chris passing him a fruit bar. He snatched it out of the air, though just barely. He really didn't have the best hand-eye coordination when it came to anything but gaming. All traditional sports as a result were out- he didn't even know the rules to most sports honestly. Isaac started tearing at the plastic as Chris stepped out, only to have Kay come back with him to join them. She was probably hanging outside, she wasn't really the type to rush about and more did things at her own pace, including meeting her friends. Frankie came back from the kitchen with Danny's cereal and Kay was dropping food on the table for everyone to share. He grinned to himself, taking a bite out of his fruit bar. He never ate his fruit bars like he was supposed to, instead taking big bites out of them instead. It was what he did when he was little and he sort of just kept the habit up as he grew.

Isaac gave a cursory glance over the food Kay brought and leaned over to grab a hash brown as Kay talked, calling dibs on some og the stuff she got from Burger King. Smirking he half nodded in her direction as a sort of thanks, leaving his hashbrown on the table to eat when he finished his fruit bar. He wasn't actually that hungry, but no way in hell he'd every pass up hashbrowns.

Then Frankie got serious, and suddenly the conversation wasn't about food but about problems they were having in their "work". Isaac couldn't help but notice the way her mood completely shifted, and wondered how bad things really were. They just started, it couldn't be a total bust yet.

"We'll have to just keep working. There might be other outlets we haven't considered yet, there's always other options," Frankie said, looking at all of them. He didn't really like the way she said it; anything they "hadn't considered" probably wasn't considered for a reason. But Frankie usually knew what she was on about, so he trusted she had some ideas. Lydia was the one to voice the question of what options Frankie thought they had. Isaac took the last bite of the fruit bar and put the plastic and stick on the table and sat up, trying to seem like he was being more attentive. For some reason people assumed because he was quiet he didn't listen, so he always felt he had to act like he was listening.
"Tell me if you need any help," Isaac finally said, mostly to Frankie. He was kind of just the weird kid dealing with the technical side of things, but didn't mind helping if he could.

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Chris mouth formed a smile when Kay offered him the Vape Pen and he gladly accepted. His smile almost completely disappeared when she mentioned BK. He never really felt like fast food, instead he enjoyed his breakfast bar or fruit when the munchies kicked in. Luckily Kay dropped an Ice Cream flavored taffy into his pocket with the promise for more later on. " give me something beautiful to add to your Instagram page, I know you've been finishing up a new piece - right?"

Chris took a last hale from the Vape Pen before he handed it back to Kay. He finished the capri-sun he still had in his hand. "Do my tired eyes betray me? ...She's on my camera, I'll show you inside." After Kay put away the Vape Pen she walked inside, leaving the door open for him. Stepping through the door he grabbed the camera from his bag before he joined the others once again. He jumped over the back of the couch and landed on the couch right behind Lydia. The bottle he had given her a bit earlier all of a sudden seemed a lot less filled. He leaned forward to speak to Lydia. "I see someone was thirsty, leave something for the rest of us, won't you?" With that he grabbed the bottle of wine from her hand and took a sip. He took his camera from his pocket and threw it in Kay's direction. "Check her out..."

Frankie started speaking about something she clearly didn't enjoy telling them. He didn't really get the entire story. Halfway he looked Danny in the eye and showed him a look of I-don't-know-what-the-fuck-this-is-about. "So, do I keep on selling? Do I stop? Is the price going up or down?" He knew he wasn't as smart as anyone else in the room, so some simple language would be appreciated. When the joint was passed to him he took a hit and than passed it on to Lydia. It was instant relaxation. The weed that Lydia created was high class, like she was. Chris has had quite a few different kinds of weed all over the world, but this stuff was good. It also meant that their weed was a bit more expensive than most other things out there.

"Can't we make our stuff a bit cheaper if we move to more mass production? Oh, that reminds me..." Chris leaned his head backwards and brought his hands underneath his hair. He untightened the money he had hidden there since he sold some more produce the day before. He rolled up the notes and handed it to Kay, their accountant.