for your eyes only, i'll show you my heart // pafp

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FULL NAME ;; Franklin Pryce Sullivan
NICKNAME ;; He's solely known as Sullivan, or Frankie to those he's closest to such as his former childhood best friend, Cata.
AGE ;; Twenty Seven (27)
SEX ;; Male
GENDER ;; Male

POSITIVE TRAITS ;; Independent, Bright, Loyal, Loving, Patient, Extroverted, Easygoing, Protective
NEGATIVE TRAITS ;; Callous, Emphatic, Ruthless, Blunt, Secretive, Fierce, Bitter, Distrustful
LIKES ;; Dogs, Rock Music, Freedom, Drumming, Staying out all night & coming home just in time to see the sunrise, Rain storms, Coffee
DISLIKES ;; Cold weather, Being confronted & pushed around, Heights, Cowards, Needles, Negativity, Bugs & Insects

BUILD ;; He reaches 5'11ft, his body well-built and coltish.
EYE COLOR ;; Sullivan has warm, chocolate brown eyes.
HAIR COLOR ;; His hair is a deep brown, often mistaken as jet black.
SCARS ;; He's got a couple of small scars, most from getting into sprawls throughout his years.
BODY MODIFICATIONS ;; He's got a sleeve of tattoos across his upper arm and a lip piercing.

STATUS ;; Single
SEXUALITY ;; Bisexual
ROMANTIC PREFERENCE ;; Biromantic
ANY PAST RELATIONSHIPS ;; He's had a couple of relationships, but none particularly serious. These days, he doesn't have time for a relationship.

PARENTS ;; After dropping out of college and moving into an apartment with Cata, he lost contact with them.
SIBLINGS ;; He had an older brother, Daniel, and a younger sister, Piper, who he's also lost contact with over the years.
PETS ;; He has a pitbull terrier called Capone

OTHER ;; None
FACE CLAIM ;; Diego Barrueco
IMAGES ;; Xx Xx Xx Xx
PLAYLIST ;;
► [i]HOOPS -- THE RUBENS
► JUDGEMENT DAY -- STEALTH
► THE GOOD, THE BAD AND THE DIRTY -- PANIC! AT THE DISCO
► DEAD INSIDE -- MUSE
► ALPHA DOG -- FALL OUT BOY
► NO DIGGITY -- BLACKSTREET
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" But I crumble completely when you cry,
It seems like once again you've had to greet me with goodbye,
I'm always just about to go and spoil a surprise,
Take my hands off of your eyes too soon ... "

Sullivan's eyes darted around the vibrant room, watching merely familiar faces hustling and bustling around in a stupefied, everlasting flurry. They were almost like wind-up toys, their bodies swaying back and forth harmoniously to the music thumping, thump, thump thump. Most of the people here appeared to enjoy their time here today, reuniting with faces who they wouldn't expect to see again. Sullivan recognized former friends who used to admire him for his daring & cunning ways, now jostling passed him with mocking smirks riddled across their lips at the memory of Sullivan's downwards spiral the months leading to him dropping out of college entirely. He didn't let their preconceived notions get to him at that moment of time, mostly because he knew that life had gotten better for him since those dark days. After tragedy struck from having his one and only best friend abandon him, he toughened up considerably, really got a name for himself. He was no longer just 'scum of the earth' - he was Sullivan, The Boss; The leader of one of the most frightening gangs in the city.

The doe-eyed male was dressed in a sweater button up combo, matched with slim fitting jeans and stylish suede shoes (Xx). He had a fine taste in fashion and his hair was left disheveled in the most perfect way, just like how he'd kept it in the past. Not much had changed over the past two years, he was still a baby-faced beauty with his delicately chiseled cheekbones and relatively well-built frame. And, maybe the only changes in his life was that he'd rescued a pitbull to keep as a companion and maybe the fact that these days he had a lot more responsibility.

Sullivan let out a sigh, weaving through the crowds of young adults as he put his blazer back on, being sure to double check that his gun was concealed so secretly in one pocket. There really was not much point lingering around by the dance floor with nobody to dance with. And so, he made it towards where the alcohol was being served. Ah, just what he needed. Helping himself to perhaps his forth or fifth bottle of lager, he was beginning to really feel this next drink hit him. He let out a nonchalant sigh, loitering around the table as he watched faces pass by, most crowding around and leaving some space for those making their ways to the bathrooms. The male lowered his gaze, watching his shoes as he allowed crowds of long lost friends budge passed in energetic groups, and he remained this way before raising his head and gaze across the busy room.

But then, marching through the crowd was somebody he would never expect to see again in his life time. His breath hitched at the back of his throat and his lips parted with a look of pure bewilderment. There, making her way to the bathrooms, was Catalina, his dear friend (or, former friend). He lowered his drink back on the table, not waiting a second before he lunged forward through the crowd, rushing to try catch her attention before losing her again, but the crowd was just too strong, too wild for him to shove through. Peering between shoulders of people, he tried to keep his gaze on the gorgeous strawberry blonde-haired girl, and then he was all of a sudden met with another surprise.

His eyes fluttered away from her for a second and there, standing a couple of feet away from Catalina, a man caught the eye of Sullivan. This was a man he knew too well, a man known as Donovan, standing across the room, his eyes glaring daggers over at Sullivan as if looks could kill. And, in that second, Sullivan knew just what the man's intentions were.

Screams were almost muffled in his ears as Sullivan watched Donovan raise his arm, a gun fixed onto his fist and aimed in Sullivan's general direction. People nearby him began to scuttle away like cockroaches, and Sullivan hissed, his fast reaction allowing him to dive behind the table just as the first shot was fired. He whipped out his gun, watching this new stupefied, everlasting flurry of people now scrambling to get away, some dropping to the ground like flies, lifeless, as a further few shots were fired. Sullivan didn't take long before he began to return fire, peering his head over the table just to aim and fire at Donovan before taking cover again. Damn rivals, always having to come and spoil a bloody good time.

Rage overcame the porcelain skinned male and he growled under his breath like a tiger about to pounce, and then he leaped up, darting across to the other side of the room and firing blind shots in Donovan's general direction as he tried to avert the line of fire away from where he noticed Catalina hide away. Anything to protect his baby-girl, his best best friend, even after all these months of feeling horribly betrayed and missing her like crazy after she left. He hid behind a pillar, his heart pounding like a prisoner behind his rib cage, and his breaths were ragged and heaving as he continued to fire shots towards the rival leader, reloading his gun and firing, reloading his gun and firing. Few unlucky people were caught in the cross fire, but this was the least of Sullivan's problems. As for Donovan, he was pretty sure Donovan was purposefully shooting at poor bystanders, and - God - more people were shooting in Sullivan's direction; they'd planned this all along, those idiots. Donovan and his foolish gang had probably been planning to assassinate their rival's leader for weeks now. They wanted to kill Sullivan, but this was not just a simple execution. This was a killing frenzy. This was a shooting. He just needed to get Donovan right in the head... Mmm, yes; that'd be great. That'd surely fix this problem right up.

Probably not... But that was besides the point.

[ Oh no problem !! I'd gone to bed after writing that post time differences haha so it's all right cx btw your post was lovely dw <33
Sorry for this long post, btw!! I really got kinda carried away xD ]
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[ sorry! i've had a lot of stuff go on this week and i just haven't been able to write any posts until today. so sorry! ;-; ]

Sullivan's jaw quivered gently. You would think, even after all of his experiences in being involved with crime, that he'd be used to the adrenaline rush and the everlasting thought lingering in his head that this fight may be his last... But, it never got easier for Frank, if he was honest. Although the concept of being a criminal kind of dissolved and his morals were expunged, he found it easier to keep up and maintain the stoic expression he was so good at riddling across his features. But, in life or death situations, it was natural for him to feel petrified, especially after being out-numbered at least six to one. He let out a shuddering breath, nearly deafened by the continuous gunfire being propelled dangerously around the room. The shots rung in his ears, causing him to grimace nearly every time he heard a shot go off. Innocent bystanders were all dropping like flies, this attack looking only like something one would see in a nightmare. God, there was blood everywhere; bodies littered the ground, bathed and drenched in pools of crimson. They only came out to have a good time, relive fond memories. Now, they wouldn't even make it home tonight.

He made it, in his best interest, to try get the six other men to ignore Catalina as she struggled about. The female meant way too much to him for her to be injured - or worse off, killed - by Sullivan's job. This here was life or death, not only for Sullivan but also for Catalina. God, there were so many deceased bodies on the ground; Cata could be next. Sullivan chewed down hard on his lip, his teeth just breaking the skin in the process, as he concentrated hard on shooting at the six gunmen. It was so difficult to fire when there were too many petrified civilians trying to flee and getting caught up in the line of fire, but as people began to get away (or drop dead), it gave Sullivan more of a chance to catching the gunmen out. But, it also gave them more of a chance to surround Frankie, too; he seriously needed to act fast. His next fire was exceptional, proving his shooting skills, as he peered around from behind the pillar and shooting one of the men clean in the head. Then, he hid back behind the pillar, his breathing heavy and shaky as he tried to think of another plan. God, at this rate, he was a sitting duck, ready to be slaughtered.

When he glanced around again, his eyebrows furrowed; where the hell had Donovan gone off to? All that remained was the five other gunmen, shooting about like lunatics, but there was no sign of Donovan. Sullivan cursed repeatedly under his breath, whipping out his mobile in one hand and speed dialing the number of his second-in-command, before returning back to trying to catch the shooters out. He got one in the knee as Harvey picked up, and Sullivan growled down the phone "You gotta get the boys out to here, now - all right? The Corcorans are f*cking at it again." It wasn't long before another shot was fired at him, merely missing, which caused his body to rattle with surprise. "Now!" He ordered again before putting the phone down.

Oh God, he just had to try hold them off before they got to Catalina or to him. His gang was very loyal to him, he had no doubts that they'd be here soon enough. They'd kick themselves if they were to allow their leader to die to their greatest rivals... And, oh Catalina. He couldn't let anybody hurt his girl. Sullivan shouldn't have come in the first place; this would've never have had to have happened in the first place if he hadn't come here. What was he thinking?! God! Sullivan gritted his teeth, managing to shoot at the same male again, this time catching his shoulder and causing the rival shooter to hunch over in pain. That serves him right.
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Everything was a blur in Sullivan’s eyes. Oh God, things were getting out of control very fast. Where the hell were all of these shooters coming from? He thought he had managed to shoot some down; why were there more?!... He gulped heavily, concentrating and trying his hardest to aim and shoot speedily before hiding behind the safety of the pillar he hid behind. Oh, he just seriously hoped that the rest of his gang could manage to arrive and help out before things got too overwhelming for Sullivan. The male would’ve found some sort of escape route by now, but Cata was here. He could never leave her behind in this indoor battle field now. Especially not after he was one of the reasons why it begun in the first place.

God! He knew he shouldn’t have come here in the first place. He, as a person, just spelt out trouble. If he didn’t ever turn up to his event, then maybe all of these lifeless bodies in the room would still be animated, swaying around on the dance floor with good ol’ ditzy grins on their faces. If Sullivan hadn’t of ruined this for them, maybe they would’ve been able to have seen the sun rise tomorrow…

But no – Sullivan screwed this up just for existing.

His body trembled nervously, his eyes narrowed with concentration as he fired his gun tirelessly in the direction of the other gang, and he nearly missed it when he noticed Catalina scramble out, her eyes widened with fear. He gasped softly, cursing under his breath as he ceased fire momentarily, just before a shooter emerged from behind her and shot her in the arm. “Cata!” Sullivan cried out, almost dropping his gun as he carelessly darted across the room, merely missing bullets flying his way. He charged over, skidding his knees across the ground as he collapsed behind a table for cover, firing and shooting the man who shot Cata clean in the throat before pulling the injured girl close to him. “Oh God, Cata… I will get you help, I promise.” He whimpered out, protectively holding onto her as he heard Harvey’s voice thunder through the room and the rest of his gang flood in, all firing at the other gang and protecting their leader. “It’ll all be over soon, I promise. I promise.” He cringed, burying his face in her strawberry blonde hair as he did his best to try protect his former female friend. It felt like hours had passed since his gang entered, bullets being propelled in both directions as the gangs fought. Eventually, silence was in the air, the only sounds were the quiet cries of the few survivors and the shuffling of feet of the rest of Sullivan’s gang trying to scope out the ones in the gang who didn’t make this fight out alive. After a couple of seconds, Sullivan raised his head, meeting the eyes of Harvey who made in around the table to look at his boss. “Monty and George.” The man spoke, “They didn’t make it.”

“Leave them here.” Sullivan mumbled stoically, his hands protectively running through Cata’s hair before he returned his gaze down at her with concern. He cursed gently under his breath, a grimace riddling his lips as he examined the wound on her arm. “I’m so sorry… We can’t take you to the hospital. Kieran once trained as a nurse, though; I promise he can fix you up just good.”
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First and foremost, Sullivan’s initial plan was to get the gang to survey the area to ensure it was safe to run; after all, the police were to rock up any minute now to check out this blood bath, they better get going and get going swiftly. Next on his little plan of action was to immediately take Cata back to his home – the others all had access to their leader’s home, just as Sullivan had free access to their homes, too, and right now he needed his group members to help him out in trying to stop the bleeding on Cata’s arm and to remove the bullet. It had been shot clean in the gorgeous female’s arm, and Sullivan cringed at the wound which it caused. Blood gushed out like a rapid river flow, and he quickly pulled his blazer off, ripping one of its sleeves to tightly wrap around her arm in an attempt to salvage the injury. “This is going to hurt…” He whimpered sheepishly, moments before applying pressure to it to try reduce the bleeding a little.

He raised his head when he heard one of the men call through the room that the coast was clear, and Harvey offered to help the two up as Sullivan stumbled to his feet, easily cradling Cata in his arms. “I’m so sorry…” He mumbled again to her, a grimace riddled on his face as he gazed with concern. “I’m taking you straight to our- to my place, all right? There’s a medical kit there and Kieran will be able to deal with your injuries there. Is that cool?” He asked, pacing across the room (and stepping over corpses) as he made his way out, guarded by his loyal gang members, to the van the group crammed themselves in. He climbed in, being very careful not to injure Cata further, and the others pounced in just before the van drove off speedily.

Sullivan’s breath was still ragged and his eyes were sad as they were fixated on his torn-off blazer sleeve being drenched in the blood of Cata; oh God, things began to sink in then. She was so hurt, all because of his job. The male shuddered at this thought before glancing to her. “I didn’t really expect for us to reunite under –well – these conditions.” He tried to say light-heartedly, a solemn chuckle leaving his lips. “Is this her?!” One of the others in the van suddenly exclaimed, his lips in an amused smirk, resistant to the horror that the girl was terribly injured in front of him. After all, these people were all too used to this now, sadly. “Oh, uh… Ha ha.” Sullivan replied, surprised , clearing his throat before continuing, “Um, yes Jordan.” He uttered, his eyes averting away from Cata shyly. All right, all right; yes, Sullivan spoke about Cata a lot to his group. He was just a heartfelt man, you see? And, his heart had never felt so complete with this girl with him by his side; it was no wonder he fell apart when she left. He told his gang stories about their adventurous past, despite the ‘woos’ and joking laughs from the others listening to their leader get all mushy about a girl… But they still loved the stories, regardless. They were like something out of a film, something too perfect. Nearly as perfect as the girl herself, Sullivan used to think, a tiny smile creeping on his face as he flickered his gaze briefly back at her. Okay, okay, don’t get him wrong – this was an awful situation… But at least he got her back again?
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