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𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗇𝖾 ━━━━━━━━━━━━━ frankie's run-in with an angsty teen. ╱ season four, episode nine.
FRANKIE WAS AN exuberant soul, the light shined off of her in waves. Her crystal blue eyes drew everyone in, it was like drawing a moth to a flame. Frankie seemed to be such a bright person from looking at her. But deep down, her personality was far from it. Her shining nature got dimmed by her bleak sarcasm and pessimism for the world around her. Frankie often shadowed her emotions with a sardonic wit that never failed to make people send her a glare. She often didn't have a sense of good timing, but she never let that stop her.
Frankie had never seemed to fit anywhere, the people around her never quite got her. She felt like no one else, an outsider that never could seem to worm their way in. People had a habit of being put off by her snarky and unpredictable demeanor. But that's just who Frankie was. She accepted who she was, she just wished other people would too. Fitting in seemed like such an important backbone to the world around her, but she felt lost without the validation of others. But with time, that slowly wasn't the world order anymore.
Frankie saw her life change drastically in a matter of a month, the world came crashing in on her, and everything she had slipped through her fingertips. She was thrust into a dangerous world she didn't understand. Frankie tried to hold onto the strings of her old life, but with each day, the world was snapping them in half. The girl didn't know how to handle anything, her emotions got the best of her and she shut down completely. Her default snarky personality only shined more like the dreary days of the apocalypse passed by.
Frankie was a bit eccentric for the typical apocalypse survivor, while people tended to acclimate to their surroundings, Frankie did the opposite. Frankie did whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted. She didn't let the apocalypse take away the person she once was. She clutched onto her personality and never let go. She hated how dull and serious everyone was. Frankie disregarded the attitudes around her and pushed her flamboyant demeanor to the world around her.
People often sent her mixed messages about how they felt about her. While some clearly hated her and the way she carried herself, some accepted and grew to love the freeing nature of the fiery redhead. In the old world, Frankie used to dwell on what people thought about her, but now, she couldn't care less, people can shove it if they don't like her attitude.
Frankie's unconventional take on her new life didn't just stop at her personality, no, it was very much plastered on the outside as well. The redhead never left without her infamous fur coat, which was in surprisingly good shape for the number of months she's been on the road. The sun could be beating down on her and she would never falter, the grey fur coat would still be dawned on her shoulders. Frankie also had a Walkman attached to her side at all times, and in her bag was a small case that was stuffed with as many CDs as she could fit.
