johnnyfresno

[johnnyfresno]

EVERYBODY WANTS SOME!! (2016)

Dir. Richard Linklater

[johnnyfresno]

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"Let me start by saying I don't condone theft. But," he paused, holding up both hands in a soft gesture of surrender as he settled in beside the bystander who had the misfortune of becoming Suspect Number One. He was a lot of things, but Johnny Fresno was not a nonchalant man – while his tone was overly casual, his demeanor was two seconds away from asking them if anyone could confirm their whereabouts at every moment of the last calendar year. "If you were to, I don't know, say... steal something – you know what, maybe steal is unkind, and I'm generous man – let's say borrow. If you were to borrow something from one of our very recently deceased friends – and again, let me remind you that this question is not coming from a place of judgment, we're all friends here – what would it be and why did you do it?"

[johnnyfresno]

Johnny Fresno had been in town for so little time that the ink hadn't dried on his lease yet – he was sure there would be more time before he ran into Ernesto. He wanted to have a proper pitch for why he was doing what he was doing – why he'd been so quick to try and pick up where Dominic had involuntarily left things. But they both knew the reason – a good story was a good story, and Ernesto's late partner was now part of it. Green juice in a hand, he wondered if he should make a stealthy exit and approach this in a few days with a more cohesive explanation – then Ernesto spoke, and there was no time like the present. Johnny Fresno put a gentle hand on the other man's shoulder.

"Kind of ya, boss. I'll take you up on it if you don't mind the company," he said, giving his shoulder a final squeeze before settling in across from him. "You doin' alright, all things considered? Been thinking about you a lot these last few days. You need anything? Casserole? It won't be good – all I've got in the fridge is beer and a jar of artichoke hearts that were there when I moved in, but desperate times, desperate measures, all that." It was an attempt at levity, and it probably wasn't a good one, but Johnny's smile was earnest enough to show that he, at the very least, meant well. "Mean that – anything ya need. Any time."

Location: Coffee Corner ☕ Status: open to everyone! 💕

It was almost comical to Ernesto, how bad he was at dealing with his own grief despite having worked in the funeral administration industry for almost two decades now. Maybe he wasn't as good at his job as he'd thought he was or maybe this time, it had all simply been too close and too different. Dying was a part of life - that was what he'd been taught early on but he'd never been good with the senseless and untimely kind of passing. The truth was, despite the words of sympathy directed at him and the sense of comfort he found in them on his better days, in the moment, he didn't feel much of anything. It was as if he was operating on auto pilot - merely functioning and doing what was expected of him. So there he was, sitting in a café in his lunch break with an untouched novel on the table and his phone resting on top in case he got an emergency call from work. His cup of coffee was no longer steaming. The pitch black liquid cold and bitter as he took a sip that had him set the cup back down immediately, pulling him back into reality. It was then when he noticed someone standing close by and he cleared his throat, fixed his glasses and took in a deep breath before a tired smile appeared on his lips. "If you need the seat or the chair, by all means, it's all yours. I'm not expecting anyone."

[johnnyfresno]

He had, being the master of being in precisely everyone's business at every available moment, just approached to ask if the woman staring so forlornly out the window was alright. For his troubles, Johnny Fresno was rewarded with very hot coffee on his boots. Karma was an attentive bitch indeed. He let out a breath of laughter, balancing precariously on one foot to sort of shake off the other. "Possession? Artistic expression? Who am I to say," he mused, reaching back to gather a handful of napkins and just sort of... drop them onto the mess. "Really, though – you alright? You had this whole 'husband's away at war, standing at the window waiting for him to come home' thing going on."

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Harriet hated gossip but worst of all she hated that she was so close to the centre of the gossip and she couldn’t tell anyone. No one knew she was mourning the man, that she felt grief and anger and sadness. And no one knew her biggest secret of all. Her son.

Lost in her own thoughts, her dark eyes stared out of the window. The warm mug held between her hands, she’d nearly forgotten where she was before a sound pulled her from her daze. “Hmmm, shit,” she said, quickly realising that the sound had been the crashing of her coffee cup hitting the floor. “I totally spaced there. I have no idea what happened.”

[johnnyfresno]

CHARACTER INFORMATION:

FULL NAME: Johnny Fresno

PRONOUNS AND GENDER: Cis man, he/him

AGE: 38

SEXUALITY: Sexuality is a construct, man

OCCUPATION: Film director

HOMETOWN: Texarkana, Texas

NEIGHBORHOOD: Grand Heights

TL;DR:

first and foremost, his birth name isn't johnny fresno, but no one actually knows what it is

is not from fresno

almost exclusively referred to by first and last name at all times by everyone

dominic rest's protégé who has come to prose solely to pick up where his mentor left off

more elusive about his life than he really has any right to be, not even really on purpose – this man is a storyteller and will sacrifice the truth for something more interesting

hails from texarkana, texas (he says)

talkative to a detrimental extent – give him ten minutes of your time and he will take three hours. nine out of ten times people will regret engaging in conversation with him

a people person (derogatory)

he hasn't actually directed anything of note – mostly projects that are just barely not student films, and none of them are similar in tone (is furious he didn't think to direct something like skinamarink first, claims it was his idea that was stolen from him – it was not)

was summoned to town by theo fischers, an old film buddy who was the one to convince him to step in and take over where dominic left off

FUN DUMB STATS:

Birthday: August 1, 1985

Zodiac Sign: Leo ☉ | Aquarius ☽ | Gemini ➶  

MBTI: ENTP  

Enneagram: Type 5w7  

Temperament: Sanguine

Moral Alignment: Chaotic neutral

Element: Air

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

tbd but literally anything

ESTABLISHED CONNECTIONS:

theo fischers - old film school buddy and the person who has summoned him to prose

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