✯ Frank E. Horrgian ✯
☆═━┈ Fury's Special Guest Groupie ┈━═☆
"The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown." - H.P Lovecraft
Location: Cab -> Hotel Parking Lot -> Hotel Lobby
Company: Siobhan, the bands and crew that were still in the Lobby.
The hum and putter of a yellow Taxi Cab mused through the parking lot as it pulled around in front of the main doors to the establishment. The passenger could be seen reaching through the slot in the protective glass between the front and back seats, paying his fare in cash money before stuffing his wallet away in his pants pocket. The back, driver side door opened up, an ebony boot planted onto the pavement below with a loud thud and above it a pair of lightly shaded Wranger-brand blue jeans, held to this towering figure's form by a black leather belt, it's buckle in the shape of Cthulhu's head, it's tentacles curled upwards against the sides of it's face. A tight fitting short sleeved under armor shirt with a U shape neck. To hide away his pale blue orbs were a set of midnight colored sport variant oakley sunglasses, the lenses a vibrant orange tin.
This 7'4" foot tall tower of muscle, scars, and broadness all over was none of than Frank Horrigan, the lead singer and guitar of the thrash metal band, "Children of Innsmouth". He closed the door, waving the driver off as a manner of thanking him for getting him there safely before he drove off. His heels began to carry him to the front doors, his arm pushing the left door of the double doors open in which brought him into the lobby of the hotel. He didn't quite see anyone he noticed right off hand so he made his way over to the receptionist. "Ah, uh, howdy, ma'am...I am looking for a.." He paused for a moment, digging into his jeans pocket to pull out a shred of paper with a name on it. "Camden Sicily..Probably came in with a few other people, bit younger crowd."
"Oh! The manager for Fury...Um, might I ask why?" She'd asked, oh this was going to be something else. "Well, you see, I'm working with the producers for their new show and...I need to meet with Camden, see, I'm this apparent surprise guest..And.." It was then, the male receptionist next to them realized who Frank was and his entire face lit up like the forth of July. "You! You're Fra-Adadadadaddada..Shhh...Our little secret, okay? Can't have people swarmin'." Frank quickly shush'd the man, not wanting to draw anymore attention to himself by the general public than was needed. He was then shown what room Camden was supposed to be staying in, then pointed to Siobhan. "That there is the Red Robin's manager, Miss.Donnovan, incase you were wondering." She added, and in return, Frank offered a warm smile and a. "Thank you oh so very much, let me just move on outta your hair so you guys can get to keeping on."
He'd ease away from the front desk and slowly make his way over to the red head with a rather strong way of carrying herself. That was something he could both relate to and respect, from anyone, confidence was always a good thing, if it was well earned and displayed in a according fashion. "Aye, there, Miss.Donnovan. Ah, I'm Frank, Frank Horrigan, I was told to meet with Camden here at the hotel but, figured I'd introduce myself to you, too, since you're here." He said, tone lowered but still very charismatic and polite. He stretched out his hand for a formal shake, as to seal the deal that they'd been acquainted. This close up, it looked like he'd been to hell and back, then back again with all the deep scars he had riddled about his skin. However, all of this was strangely different from his attitude, he came off as rather happy and relaxed, if not a good bit professional and almost charming.
