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Interaction between Frankie and Edythe part 2

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Part 1

Frankie's face now resembled a tomato. She slammed her laptop shut, took another swig. "How DARE you. Who do you think you are? And how intelligent are you that the first thing you think of calling me is a slut? You might as well have left a Youtube comment that says 'ur gay.' I am not giving up this position and no amount of 7th grade level threats will change that."

"Well it's like you said," replied Edythe coolly. "How would I know? For example, the person receiving the gay comment, they might be gay. For all I know, you might be a slut." Edythe suppressed a dark laugh; she forgot how amusing it was to simply piss people off, especially the ones she hated. "And, by the way, it wasn't the first thing I called you. I called you new here first. You'd know that if you used your five senses."

She didn't have to take this. Downing the rest of the drink, she snarled, "Takes a slut to know a slut," and scooped up her things to leave. But she had a feeling the blackmailer wouldn't be letting her leave

Edythe took a sip of her fruity drink. "Not really. I just have worked in the mafia since I was 15 years old. I’ve seen my fair share of sluts come and go. I must say, you're hitting under the belt. That outfit is so last year." She refused to let the forger know how pleased she was with herself and kept a straight face, showing only mild interest in the argument.

It was one thing to insult a girl's career choice. It was another to insult her flannel. Right then and there, in front of the entire bar, Francesca Gallagher slapped the blackmailer across the face.

Edythe stood up, her chair backing up with a screech. She screamed at a pitch, rivaling the chair's. "YOU - yOU LAID YOUR HANDS ON ME! YOU STUPID DAUGHTER OF A PIG!" The dark haired woman moved her fist back and punched the offender in the mouth.

Frankie recoiled with a cry, her hand flew to her mouth. Her lip throbbed, the metallic taste of blood leaked in. The shock was blinding...what had she gotten herself into?! Peering over the rims of her glasses, she was met with a smug look from her offender. That disgusting woman! How could she do this?! Then the adrenaline set in. Frankie dropped her things in a pile on the floor and lunged at Edythe with a shriek, tugging at her dark hair and screaming as many absurdities as she could think of.

"YOU ANIMAL!" Edythe screamed, trying to pull away from the wretched woman. "YOU'RE DISGUSTING, DISGRACEFUL! I CANT BELIEVE JIMMY EVER HIRED SOMEONE LIKE YOU!" She kicked her as hard as she could. No doubt every head in the bar had turned to see the cat fight between the two women. 

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Edythe could feel herself starting to sweat; the chains jingled as she fiddled around nervously.

"Of course I'm town!" She bristled defensively yet also desperately. "I said my role already, did you hear?" Lying was probably not one the best choices but the Blackmailer needed to think fast of something she could say to appease the Jailor.

The young lady thought back to her boyfriend and she knew she had to find a way out - maybe convince the young man to let her go? She highly was doubtful he would do that. The Blackmailer would probably half to lie completely about her role - what could she say though? Edythe didn't have time to look for the traps in each possible claim.

Even if she made a smart claim, there was a chance that she might not make it out alive.

Edythe woke up, slightly dizzy. The blackmailer found herself tied to a chair, in a dark prison. Someone in front of her paced back and forth, rather aggressively. Feeling her breath quicken, like a mouse cornered by a predator, Edythe tried to shift herself swiftly to no avail. Panic welled within her. She needed to get back to her Antonio. Where the hell was he? Why had she been dragged here against her will? Very unsettled and anxious, Edythe struggled once more to get out of her bindings. @ask-the-warden-tos

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Interaction between Frankie & Edythe (1/??)

rp in private messaging; admittedly, this is way too funny NOT TO POST - this is @ask-a-tos-forger and mun silver rping - Frankie is in Bold, Edythe is in regular font

After doing extensive research on the customs of Salem Mafia, Frankie decided she could no longer be a recluse. She needed to meet some of her fellow employees...although Toni's threat of ending her life had made the idea less than exciting. So armed with her laptop and hand sanitizer, Frankie took a seat at the far end of the bar, ordered a beer, and started typing a Stream of Consciousness poem, scanning for someone to talk to.

Edythe sat back, staring at her empty glass. She sorely missed her boyfriend, but he was away for two days. Working for Jimmy made her slightly grumpy, and she was reminded of the unpleasant time she had to blackmail the survivor. Raising her finger for another drink, she muttered a quick thanks when the bartender came by.

Frankie hadn't had a beer since college, and she was reminded of how much of a lightweight she was. Her stomach was churning after a few sips. Sighing, she turned to the woman sitting near her, who was drinking something that looked much more attractive. "What's that?" she asked hesitantly.

"Daiquiri,"  replied Edythe mildly. She glanced over at the lady. Preppy thing, glasses and looked professional. However, Edythe was aware she worked  for Jimmy...could she be the crooked lawyer that replaced her boyfriend?

"Looks good. Looks...good." God she was horrible at talking. Frankie tapped the A key on her laptop absent mindedly.  "So... this is where people hang out in Salem?"

"Umm...I guess you could say that," Edythe muttered, despite the fact she rarely came around here. "You're new aren't you?" She sure seemed like it.

The woman was classy. Wavy dark hair, dress too nice for the surroundings, prestigious pout. Intimidating, to say the least. Clearly a fellow Mafia member. But where did she fit in to all this? "Yeah. Just moved here. Trying to get to know people." Frankie's normally pretentious voice was rendered timid by social anxiety. The tapping on her keyboard intensified.

"Welcome to the town," Edythe said rather dryly. She took another sip from her drink. "Not to scare newbies off from their work, but this place is more dangerous than heck and more finicky than tuning the most unwilling guitar. Not really suiting to a nerd like yourself."

"Thank you," Frankie answered, chilled by her cool tone. "I'm not afraid. Times change and I change with them." Frankie sat a little taller, sitting on her hand to keep from tapping.

Unimpressed, the blackmailer took another sip from her colorful drink. "I see what you’re saying, you're basically suggesting you're better than my boyfriend. I'm now here to inform you are not and you should step off your high horse."

Shit. So this was Antonio's Edythe. She fixed her glasses and stared at the woman with narrow eyes. "Miss, with all due respect I arrived in Salem to do a job. Not to interfere with any relationships. I applied for an open position and Mr Vespucci thought I was the best candidate for the job. And you've never even seen my work. So don't believe everything a man tells you."

The forger's tone only seemed to get colder and more awkward as the conversation progressed. Edythe suppressed a sigh. As much as it wasn't Frankie's fault, the blackmailer knew that she was the only person to apply for the position. Had she not applied, the forger job would've still been vacant, Edythe justified. "I'm not dumb as you look. I know you were the only applicant," she shot back.

Heat built up in Frankie's chest. Anger and embarrassment. She'd spent her whole life bouncing between these emotions. Maybe it was time she showed the anger. She took another gulp of beer. "What is it with you people? I interviewed. I got the job. I'm Jimmy's forger. Things change. You don't have to be bitter, you don't have to seek revenge. There's such a thing as moving on."

Edythe glared at the girl, her boss's new lady friend. "I bet you're actually a consort - a dirty hoe who sleeps with my boss - that's how you got the job, isn't it?" The blackmailer made a noise of contempt. "You sure didn't look like one when you walked in. Slinking and sneaking around like a scared fishy fish in a big lake." 

"Moving on? Oh yeah, I'll move on when you give up your position and go back to where you came from! How about you MOVE ON?" 

to be continued...

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"O-oh, okay," Edythe said, squinting. Part of her was mildly afraid, what if the supposed sheriff picked up on her true identity? The dark haired woman took a deep breath. She could do this. It was just acting, right? Nothing more than that. Pretend she was innocent or whatever.

"Sorry, I've just been overly cautious. My boyfriend ... passed away recently." Edythe said with as much emotion as she could convey, sniffing for effect. No need to add he was alive now.

"Did you uh....want something to drink?" Edythe wasn't really used to visitors. At all. Call her antisocial, but anyone other than Antonio really wasn't her thing.

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The sheriff swiftly moves through the windy night, afraid of having her small body blown away, so she clutched to the security of the black coat that covered her visage.

It was time. Once again. She’d set out for interrogating, but with her death, Bell is afraid that she’s gotten… rusty. Easily scared.

This isn’t how a sheriff should be, she thought, I should be more dynamic!

With the courage she was given by herself and her own image of a law enforcer, the sheriff confidently walks to the door and knocks twice.

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The blackmailer got immediately defensive. "You don't have the right to call me that. My name is Edythe," she hissed. "And you're the one who dragged me off here anyways, how dare you critize me?"

She was wary of her surroundings and her kidnapper. Struggling pointlessly some more, the chains made awkward clunky noises against the ground and chair.

"Besides, who says you'd make a bad life coach?" she snorted, half because she figured he didn't have the niceness to execute it and half because clearly being a Jailor was what enjoyed doing. Executing heads and displaying them on a stick. Lovely.

And she was to spend the whole night with this psychotic guy.

Edythe woke up, slightly dizzy. The blackmailer found herself tied to a chair, in a dark prison. Someone in front of her paced back and forth, rather aggressively. Feeling her breath quicken, like a mouse cornered by a predator, Edythe tried to shift herself swiftly to no avail. Panic welled within her. She needed to get back to her Antonio. Where the hell was he? Why had she been dragged here against her will? Very unsettled and anxious, Edythe struggled once more to get out of her bindings. @ask-the-warden-tos

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Edythe, who had been creating a doll of herself for Antonio, raises herself reluctantly to answer the door. Nervously, she runs her fingers through her hair, wondering her could be at her door at this time of day.

Maybe it was Antonio, but he said he had some buisness to take care of tonight and wouldn't be back for two days.

She carefully opens the door, peeking out through the crack.

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The sheriff swiftly moves through the windy night, afraid of having her small body blown away, so she clutched to the security of the black coat that covered her visage.

It was time. Once again. She’d set out for interrogating, but with her death, Bell is afraid that she’s gotten… rusty. Easily scared.

This isn’t how a sheriff should be, she thought, I should be more dynamic!

With the courage she was given by herself and her own image of a law enforcer, the sheriff confidently walks to the door and knocks twice.

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Edythe woke up, slightly dizzy. The blackmailer found herself tied to a chair, in a dark prison. Someone in front of her paced back and forth, rather aggressively. Feeling her breath quicken, like a mouse cornered by a predator, Edythe tried to shift herself swiftly to no avail. Panic welled within her. She needed to get back to her Antonio. Where the hell was he? Why had she been dragged here against her will? Very unsettled and anxious, Edythe struggled once more to get out of her bindings. @ask-the-warden-tos

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so people are like why isnt antonio talking to his gf

funny story actually thats my fault haha sorry

ive been kinda tired and exhausted, mostly from the fact i function all day ever day with no study hall but ill try to get my life together soon

but sorry D:

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What's the role of someone who wants to turn a new leaf and hates the mafia? Happy Valentine's Day everyone!

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Antonio’s hands clenched into fists again and he began to tremble.  “I didn’t choose to get fucking shot, and I didn’t fucking choose to be brought back.  You think I wanted this?!”  He didn’t leave at first, instead inching closer and staring Jimmy Vespucci right in the eyes.

His own were not warm like they used to be, but cold with bloodlust.  He was reminded of the blood on his knuckles and the screams and he was tempted to make two murders three.  “Do you think you scare me?  I’ve already faced death, I don’t give a fuck if you kill me again.  But I bet you think you’re untouchable, hm?”

“So did the last godfather I worked for, and I buried him this morning after he begged me for fucking mercy.  I’ll make you fucking regret this,” he hissed.  “Replacing me, turning me away - fine, Jimmy.  I tried to play nice.  I tried to join you again!”  He gave a barking laugh.  “Well - I’ll get you back for this if it’s the last damn thing I’ll do.”  He turned and he walked away, making sure to flick Jimmy off for good measure as he returned home.

Antonio stood at the door of his old boss' house, placing a sharp knock and hoping he, not his roommate, answered. His lips were pressed into a thin frown and his dainty fingers were tucked into his pocket. He was just here to talk...just talk, he reminded himself several times. Get some closure this time. (@mafia-cuddles, if you want :0)

It was almost a miracle that nobody had turned an eye at his, Jimmy thought, considering all the “visitors” it entails, and this was no different.

He’d just hoped the newcomer would’ve caught him at a better time; it was another day with his eyes glued to his desk, still struggling in his fruitless efforts to capture a decent draft of the town and it’s residents. That being said, his subconscious wasn’t exactly behind the wheel. Whoever it was, it probably wasn’t worth the godfather’s time. He pulled the door to reveal a man-

Antonio. He chuckled to himself, sure that the man in front of him was just a mind-trick his mind was toying him with. “Heheh, das real funny-”

Jimmy went to tap the figure in the shoulder to verify his doubts and felt the velvety texture of Antonio’s vest. He was real. “OH SHIT-”

His body instinctively backpedalled his two feet away from the door in complete shock. That was a deadman in front of him! “I- w-what.. how’re ya…”

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“...you’d pick her over me, then?” Antonio looked at his old boss with an expression of...well, frankly, heartbreak.  Not of the romantic sort, but this was still a betrayal, and it stung.  Stung pretty damn hard.

“After all we’ve done together...you’d take a rookie over me.  I don’t demand more pay, or anything - I just...wanted my job back...” he sounded pathetic.  He frowned and he shook his head.

“No, no - I’m not partnering up with her, not after she thought she could give me fucking tips on the job.  As if I was the student and she were the master.  I’m older, I’ve put more time in - I’ll go join another family or something if you’d rather dear Francesca than me.”

The forger felt minutely guilty that he was channeling his sorrow into anger, but wasn’t that all he had done that day anyway?  Why stop now?

Antonio stood at the door of his old boss' house, placing a sharp knock and hoping he, not his roommate, answered. His lips were pressed into a thin frown and his dainty fingers were tucked into his pocket. He was just here to talk...just talk, he reminded himself several times. Get some closure this time. (@mafia-cuddles, if you want :0)

It was almost a miracle that nobody had turned an eye at his, Jimmy thought, considering all the “visitors” it entails, and this was no different.

He’d just hoped the newcomer would’ve caught him at a better time; it was another day with his eyes glued to his desk, still struggling in his fruitless efforts to capture a decent draft of the town and it’s residents. That being said, his subconscious wasn’t exactly behind the wheel. Whoever it was, it probably wasn’t worth the godfather’s time. He pulled the door to reveal a man-

Antonio. He chuckled to himself, sure that the man in front of him was just a mind-trick his mind was toying him with. “Heheh, das real funny-”

Jimmy went to tap the figure in the shoulder to verify his doubts and felt the velvety texture of Antonio’s vest. He was real. “OH SHIT-”

His body instinctively backpedalled his two feet away from the door in complete shock. That was a deadman in front of him! “I- w-what.. how’re ya…”

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“You replaced me,” the forger replied in a soft voice, refusing to make eye contact now.  “With a woman who hasn’t even graduated law school.  I gave you all my credentials, showcased all my work - she hasn’t even been assigned to a single case!” His hands tightened into fists but the memory of beating Richard caused him to relax them again.  No, no, not again.  He was torn - he loved murder, he hated murder…

He shook the thoughts off and he at last met Jimmy’s gaze.  “…I took care of Summer,” he muttered darkly.  “If you don’t want me anymore I’ll just leave you alone.”

Antonio stood at the door of his old boss' house, placing a sharp knock and hoping he, not his roommate, answered. His lips were pressed into a thin frown and his dainty fingers were tucked into his pocket. He was just here to talk...just talk, he reminded himself several times. Get some closure this time. (@mafia-cuddles, if you want :0)

It was almost a miracle that nobody had turned an eye at his, Jimmy thought, considering all the “visitors” it entails, and this was no different.

He’d just hoped the newcomer would’ve caught him at a better time; it was another day with his eyes glued to his desk, still struggling in his fruitless efforts to capture a decent draft of the town and it’s residents. That being said, his subconscious wasn’t exactly behind the wheel. Whoever it was, it probably wasn’t worth the godfather’s time. He pulled the door to reveal a man-

Antonio. He chuckled to himself, sure that the man in front of him was just a mind-trick his mind was toying him with. “Heheh, das real funny-”

Jimmy went to tap the figure in the shoulder to verify his doubts and felt the velvety texture of Antonio’s vest. He was real. “OH SHIT-”

His body instinctively backpedalled his two feet away from the door in complete shock. That was a deadman in front of him! “I- w-what.. how’re ya…”

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“I’ve been alive since about...” he furrowed his brow, deciding against pulling away.  Maybe his cheeks heated a bit.  “Well, as the sun was rising.”

Drastic...?  He held back a laugh.  “I met your dear replacement for me,” he said, his tone sweet but his smile cold.  “So glad to know I’m out of a job...”

“...And I got some much needed revenge.”  He wasn’t sure if he should tell Jimmy that he’d stabbed a woman and beaten a man to death.  He didn’t know where he and his old boss stood, anyways - he’d give that a bit more time.

Antonio stood at the door of his old boss' house, placing a sharp knock and hoping he, not his roommate, answered. His lips were pressed into a thin frown and his dainty fingers were tucked into his pocket. He was just here to talk...just talk, he reminded himself several times. Get some closure this time. (@mafia-cuddles, if you want :0)

It was almost a miracle that nobody had turned an eye at his, Jimmy thought, considering all the “visitors” it entails, and this was no different.

He’d just hoped the newcomer would’ve caught him at a better time; it was another day with his eyes glued to his desk, still struggling in his fruitless efforts to capture a decent draft of the town and it’s residents. That being said, his subconscious wasn’t exactly behind the wheel. Whoever it was, it probably wasn’t worth the godfather’s time. He pulled the door to reveal a man-

Antonio. He chuckled to himself, sure that the man in front of him was just a mind-trick his mind was toying him with. “Heheh, das real funny-”

Jimmy went to tap the figure in the shoulder to verify his doubts and felt the velvety texture of Antonio’s vest. He was real. “OH SHIT-”

His body instinctively backpedalled his two feet away from the door in complete shock. That was a deadman in front of him! “I- w-what.. how’re ya…”

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“Jimmy,” Antonio replied curtly, giving him a nod.  “I don’t know how, but I am here.”  His eyes flickered down to the ground and he crossed his arms.  “You know I’m real, you felt it...so...”

He sighed, not even sure how to begin, or what to say at all.  He couldn’t admit that he missed being in Jimmy’s mafia, couldn’t admit how much he’d actually missed the man in front of him.

“...I’m not dead anymore.  Not that it really matters, y’know...just figured I’d say hello again.”  He gave a noncommittal shrug.  His confidence from his other encounters that day was gone - this was different.

Antonio stood at the door of his old boss' house, placing a sharp knock and hoping he, not his roommate, answered. His lips were pressed into a thin frown and his dainty fingers were tucked into his pocket. He was just here to talk...just talk, he reminded himself several times. Get some closure this time. (@mafia-cuddles, if you want :0)

It was almost a miracle that nobody had turned an eye at his, Jimmy thought, considering all the “visitors” it entails, and this was no different.

He’d just hoped the newcomer would’ve caught him at a better time; it was another day with his eyes glued to his desk, still struggling in his fruitless efforts to capture a decent draft of the town and it’s residents. That being said, his subconscious wasn’t exactly behind the wheel. Whoever it was, it probably wasn’t worth the godfather’s time. He pulled the door to reveal a man-

Antonio. He chuckled to himself, sure that the man in front of him was just a mind-trick his mind was toying him with. “Heheh, das real funny-”

Jimmy went to tap the figure in the shoulder to verify his doubts and felt the velvety texture of Antonio’s vest. He was real. “OH SHIT-”

His body instinctively backpedalled his two feet away from the door in complete shock. That was a deadman in front of him! “I- w-what.. how’re ya…”

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His eyes narrowed.  “I did visit Edythe,” he muttered in response.

“As for mafia rat - I’m not really in the mafia anymore, I suppose.  I’ve been replaced.”  He gave the knife a sharp twist this time.  “I care deeply for Edythe - it’s you who has no room in your heart for others,” he hissed.  “No one will care  that you die, Summer.  Goodbye.”  He planted his foot firmly on her stomach to send her sprawling backwards and he turned away.  “You were fun to kill though, I admit.”

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It didn’t take long for Antonio to find  the house of his killer.  He gave a knock on the door, papers tucked into one pocket and a knife tucked into the other.  Guns were too loud.  Besides, a knife was more personal.

He was ready to chase that rush again, to know that he had snuffed a life - he enjoyed the feeling of power, of control.  He was finally taking control of his own life!

Dying had changed him - and certainly not for the better.

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“Oh come on now - he doesn’t care about anything except lynching that lookout.  You were just a means to an end to him.  I’m sure this is panning out just like he wanted.”

Antonio rolled his eyes.  “Oh, why should I care about your family?  You didn’t care about mine.  You didn’t care about my loved ones.  ‘Why should you give a fuck about the forger’?” he echoed.  “Why should anyone care about your death, hm, Summer?  What a sunny legacy you’ve left behind.”  He cackled and pulled the knife away, only to stab her in the chest this time.  

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It didn’t take long for Antonio to find  the house of his killer.  He gave a knock on the door, papers tucked into one pocket and a knife tucked into the other.  Guns were too loud.  Besides, a knife was more personal.

He was ready to chase that rush again, to know that he had snuffed a life - he enjoyed the feeling of power, of control.  He was finally taking control of his own life!

Dying had changed him - and certainly not for the better.

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Accurate AF

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