#ᕙ⁠(⁠⇀⁠‸⁠↼⁠‶⁠)⁠ᕗ Frank has replied!

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Blue eyes softened at the teen in front of her Alice had grumbled angrily At Frank why? He had came to get hurt. How did she become the killers medic? Deciding not to think too far into it she dabbed a bit of the herbal remedy that she made into a paste onto his skin. Only apologizing when she could tell it was going to hurt. “How is it you are the one that ends up the most hurt out of everyone?”

Frank kept his knuckles in the nurse's grip, a scowl on his exposed face. Being treated by someone else was not his favourite, being touched was a pure off limits for him, but being stuck in the same bloody bandages after some time made him feel gross. Alice was one of the only people he knew that could help his problem, give him what he wanted which was fresh bandages, and she could also helped to keep him healthy. Did health really matter here? He never got sick, or even felt like he was getting sick unless his emotions began to crack to the surface. "I'm not here to answer your questions." He snapped, allowing his bloody knuckles to get cleaned.

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"Here." Jae held out a plate of Halo Cakes, an angelic food they always grew up eating. "It's food, better than the ones Entity gives."

all THE LEGION members turned their heads to look at the plate that was given out to them. there were mixed emotions between the four, but so far, nothing negative, and no comments of rejecting the food. but what the hell was that? didn't look anything like the junk food they grew accustomed to eating. this actually looked good. susie peeked her head around joey who seemed was ready to pounce on the plate of halo cake. she began pushing her mask up in awe to the food, smiling softly. "it looks really good." but she wouldn't take anything unless she was given permission by her tattooed leader, or her blonde haired friend. "did you make it?" she questioned. "what is it?" frank spoke up, nodding his head towards the angelic food.

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🎁 + [ A small box of band-aids with fancy designs left in the doorway of Ormond Resort, the gifter is nowhere to be seen] @glyphsinthefog

Susie stared down at the box that was left in the doorway, debating for a bit if she should go ahead and grab it, or leave it. She didn't wait much longer and quickly took the box into her hands, rushing back to her group of friends in excitement. Each of the masked figures stared over at their smaller friend, questioning what she was holding, and where it came from.

"I dunno, it was just left for us by someone! There…isn't a name for who exactly it's for, so I guess it's for all of us!" The upbeat girl smiled, placing herself down onto their beat up couch, package resting on her lap. Since she had found it, she claimed to have the rights to open up the mysterious gift. She pushed up her mask to see properly before her hands ripped and pulled at the pretty wrapping to reveal the small box of band aids. The blonde Legion member snatched the box from her pink haired friend before she was able to get a comment out, and began observing the fancy box. "The hell are we to do with these? I swear, if they're just a form of mockery...-!" Julie started to fuss. "Hey, Hey, calm down, Jules!" Joey took the box next, pulling off his own mask, wanting to get a better look. "It's thoughtful." "Stop fucking bickering..." Frank joined into the conversation once the ramblings of Joey and Julie became more aggressive, irritated over the two making such a huge deal over a box of band aids. He took the box and tossed it aside. "...we'll just gut each survivor individually until they squeal and fess up to this obvious mockery." He huffed, rolling his eyes. "Now go...I need time to think." Think about what exactly? Well even he didn't know. Once the other three departed from the main area, Frank went towards the discarded box, picking it up. He frowned a bit, sticking them into into his hoodie. He didn't have access to fresh bandages, being able to replace the bloody items from his knuckles with some fresh band-aids would do him good. But he didn't want the others to know....

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Frank reached and snatched the other male's wrist, yanking on it with a snarl, ignoring the pain that shot through his body once more. He pulled Dwight close to him, leaving the two of them just mere inches from one another's faces; their noses could practically be touching, and if one leaned in just slightly then they would. "If you dare tell anyone about this," he began to threaten, gritting his teeth. "I will make sure that the next trial I see you in, you'll wish you never helped me." His fingers squeezed Dwight's wrist, adding to the threat he started before letting go and sitting back in his spot on the ground. "I'll find you outside the trials, and I'll find a way to bury you like I buried that unsuspecting janitor..." He used his good arm to reach up, bandaged fingers running through his brunette curls. "However...Seeing as you came out here, found me, spotted the obvious and decided to help," Frank grabbed his discarded hoodie, fumbling around in the pockets in search of something. "I'll spare you for a few trials..." He mumbled, pulling out what he had searched for, holding it out to the survivor as if he hadn't just laid a threat. One of The Legion pins. The inked male didn't really understand why he was risking it like this, Frank knew well what would happen if even just one survivor got out. "I can only handle so many punishments from It..." Frank's tone dropped, his eyes never looking at the survivor. "I Legion Promise..." Maybe one day they would get to escape. But Frank still didn't know if he would ever take that offer, the realms were all he came to knew after so long.

@glyphsinthefog (Ask meme) "You're bleeding."

Was he now...?

Frank scoffed at the mention of him bleeding. "Is it my blood, or the blood of survivors?" He asked, annoyance lacing in his words. In truth, he wouldn't be too surprised if the blood on his body was a mixture of the survivors he had just sacrificed in the precious trial, and of his own. Survivors put up a fight, they didn't go down easy, especially when they shoved a piece of whatever into the shoulders of killers just for an extra chance of escape. "Why do you care anyways?" He growled, looking up from his spot on the ground to who bothered pointing out the blood soaking the back of his hoodie.

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(Sent to Frank:) [ 📲 text: ]  you think you can come over sooner? i really need you here with me. {@NineTailedVulpecula}

Bzz...bzz...

Raising a curious pierced brow, the tattooed male felt a buzzing in his pocket. His phone. Humming out a small noise of curiousness as to who was texting, Frank lifted his hips slightly from the cough, reaching into his back jean pocket to retrieve the small device. Technology wasn't so much his thing, but it didn't hurt to have something to stay connected to those around him. Granted, his contacts wasn't the largest, it wasn't overflowing with a mass of friends; it didn't matter anyways, only those who were important to him were included. Although, the nicknames he chose for each contact made up for it, at least in his eyes it did. One of those contacts was a fluffy friend of his. 'Fluffy Butt'. Kitsu, actually was their name, but Frank couldn't help himself choosing that out of all things for the contact name. Letting out a snort of amusement, the male pulled the red sucker from his mouth with a wet 'pop' sound, and a smirk graced his lips. "Desperate, much? ;)" He texted back. Nevertheless, he would do what the other needed, and he'd make sure to cause a fuss about it once he saw them. Sending no further text, Frank snatched his jacket from the depressing couch and put it over his body, zipping it up. The male stood to his feet, shoving the black device back into his pocket, and the sucker went right back to his mouth. Maybe he would be kind enough to bring a few suckers for the other, and maybe he'd make them beg for one. Yeah. He'd do that. The Legion leader stole a few suckers from the bowl that was laying around, sticking them into his jacket pocket before deciding he was good enough to leave and find them.

( @NineTailedVulpecula )

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@glyphsinthefog (Ask meme) "You're bleeding."

Was he now...?

Frank scoffed at the mention of him bleeding. "Is it my blood, or the blood of survivors?" He asked, annoyance lacing in his words. In truth, he wouldn't be too surprised if the blood on his body was a mixture of the survivors he had just sacrificed in the precious trial, and of his own. Survivors put up a fight, they didn't go down easy, especially when they shoved a piece of whatever into the shoulders of killers just for an extra chance of escape. "Why do you care anyways?" He growled, looking up from his spot on the ground to who bothered pointing out the blood soaking the back of his hoodie.

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There were many reasons why Frank had shut himself out from the world, the world had been cruel to him since he was a small child. He grew up feeling as though he was just a burden, and that was exactly how he was treated. Like a burden. An inconvenience. Foster home to foster home, he never found a place to feel safe. As he grew, his views on the world around him became sour, but that was alright with him. The world wasn't just full of rainbows and butterflies. There were plenty of horrors there too, ready to pry on the vulnerable. "At the end of the day, it doesn't matter to me what you like or don't like seeing." He began. "What happens, and the things I do, are my own choices." That was a half truth. In the trials, he wasn't in control of himself. "I don't need some nurse that's only doing her job to pour her feelings, that isn't in the job description last I checked."

Blue eyes softened at the teen in front of her Alice had grumbled angrily At Frank why? He had came to get hurt. How did she become the killers medic? Deciding not to think too far into it she dabbed a bit of the herbal remedy that she made into a paste onto his skin. Only apologizing when she could tell it was going to hurt. “How is it you are the one that ends up the most hurt out of everyone?”

Frank kept his knuckles in the nurse's grip, a scowl on his exposed face. Being treated by someone else was not his favourite, being touched was a pure off limits for him, but being stuck in the same bloody bandages after some time made him feel gross. Alice was one of the only people he knew that could help his problem, give him what he wanted which was fresh bandages, and she could also helped to keep him healthy. Did health really matter here? He never got sick, or even felt like he was getting sick unless his emotions began to crack to the surface. "I'm not here to answer your questions." He snapped, allowing his bloody knuckles to get cleaned.

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The female Wesker's comment amused him in some ways. Frank didn't care where she came from, nor what she was like back in her world. This wasn't her world. THIS WASN'T BEFORE. This was no one's world except the entity's. They were all just puppets in this hellhole, no one's lives mattered anymore, it didn't matter what you did before, all of that was gone, history. "Good for you...Wesker." He looked over to the changed woman. Her change of appearance didn't frighten him, there were much scarier beings here like BLIGHT or THE DREDGE. Those names struck an uneasy feeling in his gut." But I don't care, this isn't back home. You don't scare me, HE doesn't scare me. It's just a name. The name only matters to those you burdened with YOUR tyranny." He looked back ahead, his pierced right brow twitching while he closed his eyes. "What you did back then isn't my problem. We're not from the same place." The world was corrupt, that he knew well.

CALLING HIM A CHILD? That struck a nerve with the nineteen year old. If he hated anything more than touches to his body, it was being called a child. He didn't view himself as one, he didn't consider himself to have a childhood. "Call me a child all you want." He glared over at the other once more. "But I'm not the one trying to play doctor to make up for her mistakes, trying to be nothing like her counterpart when that is all she is. You wanted to give me help, help others? Help yourself and open your eyes." He scowled, yanking his hand out of her grasp.

Blue eyes softened at the teen in front of her Alice had grumbled angrily At Frank why? He had came to get hurt. How did she become the killers medic? Deciding not to think too far into it she dabbed a bit of the herbal remedy that she made into a paste onto his skin. Only apologizing when she could tell it was going to hurt. “How is it you are the one that ends up the most hurt out of everyone?”

Frank kept his knuckles in the nurse's grip, a scowl on his exposed face. Being treated by someone else was not his favourite, being touched was a pure off limits for him, but being stuck in the same bloody bandages after some time made him feel gross. Alice was one of the only people he knew that could help his problem, give him what he wanted which was fresh bandages, and she could also helped to keep him healthy. Did health really matter here? He never got sick, or even felt like he was getting sick unless his emotions began to crack to the surface. "I'm not here to answer your questions." He snapped, allowing his bloody knuckles to get cleaned.

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Twitching here and there, Frank's death grip to his pants loosened, which helped to loosen his tensed back muscles, and the extra pain he had brought to himself. "It isn't my choice." He cleared his throat, turning his head to look over his shoulder so he could catch a glimpse of Dwight's expression. "If you don't do what It wants, It makes you..." His tone dropped while he spoke, and his dark brown eyes narrowed. "Some of us enjoy it, but deep down, there's some of us who don't want to, and we're left with no choice...just like you. The survivors. Helpless." It was then did he look down to the ground. Both sides were completely stuck. But there were some killers that didn't mind it, or had no opinion to it, at least not to his own knowledge. The Ghostface was a perfect example here, no one knew anything of him, or his thoughts about this never-ending nightmare, but he knew everything about you. If Frank had to guess, however, The Ghostface probably liked being here, killing with no remorse, getting to learn new information when someone new entered the fog. Yet, there was a gnawing feeling in Frank's gut that a part of The Ghostface missed being back in his own 'home', the thrill of the hunt, running, all of what he got to do before getting trapped here. "I don't know what I would do either if I got a chance to go back 'home'." He admitted lightly, no tone to his words. Ormond wasn't home to him, it was his Legion that was. "I killed a guy at my best friend's work, we were so lucky to get away. Doubt we'd be able to just walk back into town like nothing happened, wouldn't be surprised if they knew it was us." Frank was far from stupid, he knew there were consequences to what him and his friends did, the damage they had caused. "But, I know that I don't want to be here for the rest of my life..."

@glyphsinthefog (Ask meme) "You're bleeding."

Was he now...?

Frank scoffed at the mention of him bleeding. "Is it my blood, or the blood of survivors?" He asked, annoyance lacing in his words. In truth, he wouldn't be too surprised if the blood on his body was a mixture of the survivors he had just sacrificed in the precious trial, and of his own. Survivors put up a fight, they didn't go down easy, especially when they shoved a piece of whatever into the shoulders of killers just for an extra chance of escape. "Why do you care anyways?" He growled, looking up from his spot on the ground to who bothered pointing out the blood soaking the back of his hoodie.

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"Well, what?" He growled, losing the patience. "Spit it out." Frank's sharp eyes focused on the survivor stepping closer. Not that he was ever going to admit it out loud, but seeing the usually anxious survivor have the courage to step closer to the one who killed him repeatedly; well, he admired that in a way. There weren't many people that could stand up to the one who was forced to hunt them down only to be sacrificed in the end, and Dwight was the last person he expected to start being as brave as he was appearing right now. He scoffed again at the next response. Dwight cared? A survivor caring for a killer? Despite the stammering male having all the courage to talk, and show kindness, he just couldn't believe him. "Bullshit." Frank's painted fingers went to the grass below his feet, wrapping his fingers around a few. "You're lying." He hissed, yanking the few pieces of grass up. He didn't want to show his emotions, not his true ones, it was much easier to be a husk, a shell, and just show a 'fuck off attitude'. No one really cared for him, sure there was his group of course, but outside of them there was no one. There never had been anyone but himself. It was too much for him to hear that someone outside of his group wanted to help, truly help, and address the bleeding wound. He didn't want Dwight to know that his own heart was hammering in his chest just because of a few words.

@glyphsinthefog (Ask meme) "You're bleeding."

Was he now...?

Frank scoffed at the mention of him bleeding. "Is it my blood, or the blood of survivors?" He asked, annoyance lacing in his words. In truth, he wouldn't be too surprised if the blood on his body was a mixture of the survivors he had just sacrificed in the precious trial, and of his own. Survivors put up a fight, they didn't go down easy, especially when they shoved a piece of whatever into the shoulders of killers just for an extra chance of escape. "Why do you care anyways?" He growled, looking up from his spot on the ground to who bothered pointing out the blood soaking the back of his hoodie.

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Frank sat there for a few moments, his body remaining as still as he could keep it. Sitting still wasn't exactly his thing, there were times he found it hard to remain in one spot, he always felt like he had to move. He was always keeping his body moving, whether walking about the realm he was stuck in, or when it came to a trial and he had no choice. The inked male couldn't stop fiddling, unable to keep still as Dwight began to aid his open wound, Frank felt the urge to dig his nails into something, and so he dug his chipped nails into the fabric of his jeans. "Shit." He pushed out a loud breath at the medical supplies coming in tact with the deep gashes to his shoulder. It hurt, not in a way to make him cry, more of a stinging sensation that wouldn't stop. Pain wasn't anything new to Frank, he'd had his fair share of fights back before he was taken; but that was a very long time ago, in a way, he forgot about how it felt to fist fight someone and the pain that came with. But when the arms of the entity stabbed their way into his body when he failed, or a survivor fought back, those memories were remembered, more so, the pain.

The uneasy killer considered pushing Dwight away, telling him nevermind, except he didn't. Dwight's conversation starter helped Frank keep a clear enough head, to distract himself away from the throbbing shooting down his back. "Do I enjoy doing this?" Frank was referring to the trials as well. "You want the truth? No." And that was the truth, he didn't find much enjoyment running around a realm, stabbing, hooking, the chance getting injured if the survivors escaped, he felt like his list could keep going. It was all exhausting.

@glyphsinthefog (Ask meme) "You're bleeding."

Was he now...?

Frank scoffed at the mention of him bleeding. "Is it my blood, or the blood of survivors?" He asked, annoyance lacing in his words. In truth, he wouldn't be too surprised if the blood on his body was a mixture of the survivors he had just sacrificed in the precious trial, and of his own. Survivors put up a fight, they didn't go down easy, especially when they shoved a piece of whatever into the shoulders of killers just for an extra chance of escape. "Why do you care anyways?" He growled, looking up from his spot on the ground to who bothered pointing out the blood soaking the back of his hoodie.

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"I'm thinking about putting you on a hook right now, actually." He dropped the blades of grass down near the smiling mask that was beside him. Having his face exposed like this, wasn't a huge deal to Frank, he didn't feel a need to keep his features hidden, unlike The Ghostface who he'd never seen remove his mask. The only times Frank felt the need to hide behind his mask was when he was feeling super insecure, which was almost always, but he needed a breather from the item that he wore. He looked back over at Dwight, sighing. Maybe he should just give in to the survivor's help, just accept it and let it happen. "Fine, you can help me." But in order to do that, he would need to remove his hoodie. The jacket he typically wore had already been discarded next to him, so that left his hoodie; which Frank wasn't feeling happy about. He was pretty insecure about his body, having to show even just a piece of his back made anxiety spike. "Just..be quick." He said in a hushed whisper, pulling the hoodie from his body and dropping it. His skin was pale as snow, scars, bruises and other markings were sprawled across his smaller frame. Frank's knees went up to his chest, hugging them to keep himself hidden as much as possible.

@glyphsinthefog (Ask meme) "You're bleeding."

Was he now...?

Frank scoffed at the mention of him bleeding. "Is it my blood, or the blood of survivors?" He asked, annoyance lacing in his words. In truth, he wouldn't be too surprised if the blood on his body was a mixture of the survivors he had just sacrificed in the precious trial, and of his own. Survivors put up a fight, they didn't go down easy, especially when they shoved a piece of whatever into the shoulders of killers just for an extra chance of escape. "Why do you care anyways?" He growled, looking up from his spot on the ground to who bothered pointing out the blood soaking the back of his hoodie.