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[makinpaper]

Franklin has found himself in The Nexus, and he is hanging out on the street next to his green motorcycle and he is taking everything in. And he is trying really damn hard to avoid freaking out, at first he was backing out of his garage of his Vinewood Hill's home, and the next thing he was here. He takes a few deep breaths. "Woo!" He truly looks uncomfortable about the whole life before his own eyes thing. But he has to do what the rules of the little paper told him.

He leans against his bike, and he rests his hands on the seat. "Okay, questions, questions, fuck how did I get here? There you happy?" He calls out to ever may have plopped him here. Was it the FIB or one of the other organizations he happened to piss off? Merryweather? Gods only knows. Or did Trevor spike his food with a really bad batch of meth. No wonder the person was fucking insane.

Calm, calm, calm, try to be calm. Breath in, breath out. "Oh, and do you believe in ghosts?" It seems like an easy enough questions that doesn't revolve him flailing about like the confused person that he is right now.


((OOC: My left hand for a little GTA/Supernatural crossover AU after playing the game for a bit these past few days. Blame the GTA V soundtrack for this. :] May include Dean riversideblues, Sam lucifersvessel, and Cas featheryassbutt.))