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Palm Beach Royals: Reunited At Sea

_{“Get a load at this trainwreck,
his hair’s a mess and he doesn’t know who he is yet.”}

“It’s so good to have you home my little baby Becky!” Beckett’s mother gushed as she flung her slender arms around her son's neck. She had to stand on her very tippy toes to do so since Beckett was so much taller than her. “Yeah… mom… I gathered as much” the redhead managed to get out between the kisses his mother was harassing him with.

When she finally let him go her son set his backpack down on the counter before approaching his father who was deep into his laptop where he was programming something that looked straight out of a sci-fi movie. “Hey dad!” Beckett said, slapping a big palm across his tall lanky fathers back “What’s up?” he asked as he sat down next to him. His dad jolted back as if awoken from a trance looking around confused “Oh!” he exclaimed “There you are son! I almost began to worry!” he smiled warmly at his son.

“Yeah… I can see that, What’re you up to?” Beck chuckled pointing at the rows of code crowding his fathers computer screen.

His fathers eyes beamed behind his spectacles “Just some servers for the old colleagues… actually some pretty interesting work, you see...” he trailed off when he saw the look on his wife’s face.

The younger Hemlock just laughed and shook his head “I’m happy you’re keeping busy in your retirement” he threw an arm around his father giving him a squeeze. Beckett let go of his father, and leaned back in his chair balancing it on its two hind legs, a habit he has had since he was a kid. Much to his mothers chagrin, for now she just sighed and gave him a stern look, which Beck promptly ignored.

“So… Reunion, that should be fun huh?” a sweet smile spread across his mothers face. All Beckett could muster was a look of disbelief. “Fun isn’t really the word I would use mom…” a tired sigh escaped the young man. “I don’t know if you remember but, I wasn’t really the most popular kid at King’s.” he offered a small laugh. ”It’s kind of a miracle that I am even going to this thing. But Ama begged and sobbed, so here I am…”

His mother’s face fell, she had always felt bad about not doing more to help little Beckett and his hard times at school. But her son had pleaded with her not to step in, convincing her it would only get worse if his mother came to his rescue. “Yes, well, Paulina will be there right? And Rex!” her tone brightened “Whatever happened to those two? Are they still together… They were so cute!” she chirped.

Beck let his chair drop back on its front legs and then jumped up from his seat “Please! Don’t get me started on that… it’s uh complicated.” he rolled his eyes as he made his way over to her, giving her a peck on the cheek.

”It’ll be fine mom, there are some people I like there. Worst comes to worst I’ll just drink myself silly. You know it’s on Tyberius’ boat so it’s fully stocked!” He shrugged and gave her a small smile.

“I’m heading down to the beach for a bit and then take a shower before I leave! I’ll try to swing by on Sunday before my flight back to New York, so we can hang out some more!” he enthused, grabbing his backpack and swinging it over his shoulder waving to his parents as he walked away.

His parents house sat on a hill looking over the ocean so all he had to do was to head down some rickety stairs and he was sitting in the sand staring out at the sea. He sat there for a while trying to calm his nerves. Amalee really owed him for making him come back to this town which he usually just visited two times a year. But then again he dragged Pau down with him.

He laid back and let the thoughts of his best friends and past memories from King’s swirl around in his head, that combined with the sound of the crashing waves Beck drifted away to sleep. He was awakened by an incessant buzzing sound which turned out to be his phone. Groggy, he held up his phone and saw a few missed calls from Pau and a text berating him for not picking up his phone, as usual.

The redhead rubbed his face and let out a groan as he made his way back up to his parents house to take a shower.

---

Beckett stepped out of the uber and let the air whistle out of him as he lay eyes on the huge boat he was going to spend the weekend on. He smoothed the custom made Auralee jacket paired with a simple _tightblack t-shirt and a nice burgundy pocket square and opted to go for a scarf instead of a tie. Classy but still casual giving off the vibe that he didn’t really care, even though he did very much so care how he presented himself tonight.

Squinting he spotted a familiar figure shimmying up the dock towards the boat in a black dress, Paulina. He jogged up behind her and put his large hand on her dainty shoulder. “You lost, baby girl?” he whispered huskily to sound like her favorite netflix mafia boss. “You ready for this disaster, eh?” Beckett said, wiping his sweaty hands on the back of his pants, looking nervously around to see who had already arrived.

Palm Beach Royals: Reunited At Sea

Beckett "Beck" Hemlock

^{BECK ⚓ 29 ⚓ FREELANCE PHOTOGRAPHER ⚓ NICHOLAS SKIDMORE ⚓ 829067}

⚓ A B O U T M E

The only child of Harvey, an app developer who wrote and patented a script you can find in most modern apps and Camilla, an art trader and gallery owner.

Growing up Beckett had everything he ever asked for, being an only child had its perks. Even though he was king of the hill at home, young Beck had it hard in his social life at King’s Academy.

In his teen years Beckett was not the ginger adonis that might stand before you today, quite the contrary actually. He was tall, skinny and had some really bad posture. That combined with a personality that most would describe as awkward and annoying really didn’t make him the most popular kid at school, the huge braces didn’t help him in the dating department either.

This combination of unfortunate looks and awkwardness made Franklin an easy target for the many bullies and jocks that roamed the halls of King’s. Many lunch hours were spent locked in a locker or thrown in a dumpster waiting for one of his few friends to come and dig him out.

Thanks to the vast student body that King’s Academy boasted, Beck found the people that he could confide in and get through the troubling times at King’s. Mostly other artsy kids, skaters and outsiders.

He found his passion for photography in his sophomore year when he joined the yearbook club and the year after he became the head photographer of the King’s Torch, the academy newspaper.

His passion then turned into a career after he graduated from NYU and through some family connections at the MacMillan fashion house he got to intern at some prestigious magazines like Vogue and The New Yorker.

Beck is your typical dude in his late twenties living in New York City! Fun loving and fueled by coffee, cigarettes and overpriced cocktails. If you are friends with him you know that he is one of the warmest, most loyal friends that one can ask for. But that being said, getting to that stage of friendship with Beckett is not the easiest journey. With his history he is an expert at building up walls to keep people out.

With his new found popularity at such a young age came a surge of confidence. Beck started to dress more fashionable, eating healthy, and working out religiously to become what he saw as perfect. Suddenly people started to treat him differently. He got free gifts without even having to ask for them, models started to respond positively at his feeble attempts at flirting and even agreed to go out on dates.

Extra
- Has a dachshund named Whisky
- Has to have at least one cup of coffee a day
- Plays guitar in a folk rock band called The Lumberjacks
- Obsessed with building LEGO sets

Palm Beach Royals: Reunited At Sea

Palm Beach Royals: Class Reunion (Shelved)

_{“Get a load at this trainwreck,
his hair’s a mess and he doesn’t know who he is yet.”}

“It’s so good to have you home my little baby Frank!” Franklin’s mother gushed as she flung her slender arms around her son's neck. She had to stand on her very tippy toes to do so since Frankie was so much taller than her. “Yeah… mom… I gathered as much” the redhead managed to get out between the kisses his mother was harassing him with.

When she finally let him go Frankie set his backpack down on the counter before approaching his father who was deep into his laptop where he was programming something that looked like something out of a sci-fi movie. “Hey dad!” Franklin said, slapping a big palm across his tall lanky fathers back “What’s up?” he asked as he sat down next to him. His dad jolted back as if awoken from a trance looking around confused “Oh!” he exclaimed “There you are son! I almost began to worry!” he smiled warmly at his son.

“Yeah… I can see that, What’re you up to?” Frankie chuckled pointing at the rows of code crowding his fathers computer screen.

His fathers eyes practically shone behind his spectacles “Just some servers for the old colleagues… actually some pretty interesting work, you see..” he trailed off when he saw the look on his wife’s face.

The younger Bonaparte just laughed and shook his head “I’m happy you’re keeping busy in your retirement” he threw an arm around his father giving him a squeeze. Frankie let go of his father, who went right back to clicking on his laptop and leaned back in his chair balancing it on its two hind legs, a habit he has had since he was a kid. Much to his mothers chagrin for now she just sighed and gave him a stern look, which Frankie promptly ignored.

“So… Reunion, that should be fun huh?” a sweet smile spread across his mothers face. All Frankie could muster was a look of disbelief. “Fun isn’t really the word I would use mom…” a tired sigh escaped the young man. “I don’t know if you remember but, I wasn’t really the most popular kid at King’s.” he offered a small laugh.

His mother’s face fell, she had always felt bad about not doing more to help little Franklin and his hard times at school. But her son had pleaded with her not to step in, convincing her it would only get worse if his mother came to his rescue. “Yes, well, Lili will be there right? And Spike!” her tone brightened “Whatever happened to those two? Are they still together… They were so cute!” she chirped.

Franklin let his chair drop back on its front legs and then jumped up from his seat “Don’t get me started on that… it’s uh complicated.” he rolled his eyes as he made his way over to her, giving her a peck on the cheek. “I’m heading down to the beach and then I’ll head over to the hotel! I’ll try to swing by on Sunday before I leave!” he said, grabbing his backpack and swinging it over his shoulder waving to his parents as he walked away.

Although he burned very easily thanks to his very fair complexion courtesy of his mothers genes, Frankie loved laying at the beach feeling the sand underneath him and the sun's warming rays hitting his body. He almost felt more freckles popping up by the minute, but it didn’t matter this is exactly what he missed when he felt trapped in the concrete jungle that was New York City.

And he would be lying if he didn’t enjoy the new found attention he got in his hometown now that he no longer was a awkward teen, but rather a burly tall man. The girl working the towel cabana had already been up to his spot three times asking him if he needed anything, and Frankie didn’t look that helpless for that to be warranted.

A buzzing from his backpack made him sit up slowly and dig around in the void of the bag. The notification on his screen reminded him that reunion was in fact still happening and only an hour away at that. The redhead took a deep breath and unlocked his phone, deciding to send two texts.

“You better be there when I arrive… there is no way I’m standing around alone at this thing” he sent to Lilibeth, who still was his best friend even after all these years apart. She was the main reason he was even back , since she practically begged him to come.

“Please let me know when you land! So I know how to divide my time at this thing, if you know what I mean.” he sent to his other best friend Spike. It had been a problem staying friends with both Lili and Spike… since the incident. One of the many headaches this weekend would bring.

Another was that thing with Yasmin some time ago. Frankie shuddered at the thought of dealing with that mess. He popped his phone back in his backpack before starting to pack up his belongings and heading for the exit waving to the cabana girl as he did so.

“Bye sir… come back soon” she said dreamily.

He had been standing in front of his room mirror for the better part of a half hour. He told himself it was because he wanted to look presentable as he got to show his old classmates his major glow up. but actually he was nervous, and really didn’t want to go.

He had decided to go with a casual Tom Ford suit paired with a simple _tightblack t-shirt and a nice burgundy pocket square and opting to go for a scarf instead of a tie. Classy but still casual giving off the vibe that he didn’t really care, even though he did very much so care how he presented himself tonight.

A quick glance at his watch informed him that he couldn’t really drag it out much longer. Hopefully his friends would be there to greet him as he ascended the stairs to the venue. After one last hand through of his red hair he mustered the power to walk through the door and head for the cocktail party.

Spooners test bin

_{“Get a load at this trainwreck,
his hair’s a mess and he doesn’t know who he is yet.”}

Palm Beach Royals: Class Reunion (Shelved)

Franklin Bonaparte

Nicholas Skidmore | EDD6B2

Name

Franklin August Bonaparte

_Frankie

Age

28

Gender | Pronouns | Sexuality

Male | He/him | Bisexual

Relationship Status

Shopping around

Occupation

Fashion photographer

Current Address

Long Island City, New York
36-37 31st St #2E, Astoria, NY 11106

Appearance

Frankie’s Look Book

_{|6’2’’ | Muscular Build | Bright Red Hair | A Lot of Freckles |}

Personality

Chariming – Reliable – Loyal – Generous – Untrusting – Impatiant - Conceited

Frankie is your typical dude in his late twenties living in New York City! Fun loving and fueled by coffee, cigarettes and overpriced cocktails. If you are friends with him you know that he is one of the warmest, most loyal friends that one can ask for. But that being said, getting to that stage of friendship with Frankie is not the easiest journey. With his history he is an expert at building up walls to keep people out.

Backstory

Franklin August Bonaparte was born to two loving parents in the middle of the high society of Crown Heights. His father a hot shot programer who made his fortune coming up with a script that runs in most apps of today, and his mother a painter and gallery owner. So to say that Franklin comes from money is an understatement. Growing up Frankie had everything he ever asked for, being an only child had its perks. Even though he was king of the hill at home, young Frankie had it hard in his social life at King’s Academy.

In his teen years Franklin was not the ginger adonis that might stand before you today, quite the contrary actually. Tall, skinny and some really bad posture combined with a personality that most would describe as awkward really didn’t make him the most popular kid at school, the huge braces didn’t help him in the dating department either.

This combination of unfortunate looks and awkwardness made Franklin an easy target for the many bullies and jocks that roamed the halls of King’s. Many times he spent the lunch hour locked in a locker or thrown in a dumpster waiting for one of his few friends to come and dig him out. Thanks to the vast student body that King’s Academy boasted, Frankie thankfully found his close knit circle of friends with the skaters, weirdos and artists. And he wouldn’t have had it any other way.

This is how he found his hobbies that define him today. Even how he earns his living. If it hadn’t been for his friends he wouldn’t have discovered his love for photography, which in turn became his ticket out of Crown Heights and his past.

Well, thankfully his family had connections for Franklin to take part of. His uncle on his mothers side happened to be famous fashion designer Jason McMillan where Frankie could intern right after graduating from NYU. But if you ask him, his work speaks for itself. And you might be inclined to agree since you might have seen his work in both Vogue and The New Yorker.

With his new found popularity at such a young age came a surge of confidence. Frankie started to dress more fashionable, eating healthy, and working out religiously to become what he saw as perfect. Suddenly people started to treat him differently. He got free gifts without even having to ask for them, models started to respond positively at his feeble attempts at flirting and even agreed to go out on dates.

If someone from his childhood saw him now, they probably would never have believed that this was that skinny awkward skater no one paid attention to. And maybe that was why he jumped at the opportunity to go back to his old school to flaunt who he has become. And maybe even get a second chance?

Extras

Has a weiner dog named Whisky
Has to have at least one cup of coffee a day
Plays guitar in a folk rock band called The Lumberjacks
Obsessed with building LEGO sets
Currently on repeat

Palm Beach Royals: Class Reunion (Shelved)

"Here he comes, the ginger boy!" - Some King's Jock

Franklin Bonaparte

Nicholas Skidmore | EDD6B2

Name

Franklin August Bonaparte

_Frankie

Age

28

Gender | Pronouns | Sexuality

Male | He/him | Bisexual

Relationship Status

Shopping around

Occupation

Fashion photographer

Current Address

Long Island City, New York
36-37 31st St #2E, Astoria, NY 11106

Appearance

Frankie’s Look Book

_{|6’2’’ | Muscular Build | Bright Red Hair | A Lot of Freckles |}

Personality

Chariming – Reliable – Loyal – Generous – Untrusting – Impatiant - Conceited

Frankie is your typical dude in his late twenties living in New York City! Fun loving and fueled by coffee, cigarettes and overpriced cocktails. If you are friends with him you know that he is one of the warmest, most loyal friends that one can ask for. But that being said, getting to that stage of friendship with Frankie is not the easiest journey. With his history he is an expert at building up walls to keep people out.

Backstory

Franklin August Bonaparte was born to two loving parents in the middle of the high society of Crown Heights. His father a hot shot programer who made his fortune coming up with a script that runs in most apps of today, and his mother a painter and gallery owner. So to say that Franklin comes from money is an understatement. Growing up Frankie had everything he ever asked for, being an only child had its perks. Even though he was king of the hill at home, young Frankie had it hard in his social life at King’s Academy.

In his teen years Franklin was not the ginger adonis that might stand before you today, quite the contrary actually. Tall, skinny and some really bad posture combined with a personality that most would describe as awkward really didn’t make him the most popular kid at school, the huge braces didn’t help him in the dating department either.

This combination of unfortunate looks and awkwardness made Franklin an easy target for the many bullies and jocks that roamed the halls of King’s. Many times he spent the lunch hour locked in a locker or thrown in a dumpster waiting for one of his few friends to come and dig him out. Thanks to the vast student body that King’s Academy boasted, Frankie thankfully found his close knit circle of friends with the skaters, weirdos and artists. And he wouldn’t have had it any other way.

This is how he found his hobbies that define him today. Even how he earns his living. If it hadn’t been for his friends he wouldn’t have discovered his love for photography, which in turn became his ticket out of Crown Heights and his past.

Well, thankfully his family had connections for Franklin to take part of. His uncle on his mothers side happened to be famous fashion designer Jason McMillan where Frankie could intern right after graduating from NYU. But if you ask him, his work speaks for itself. And you might be inclined to agree since you might have seen his work in both Vogue and The New Yorker.

With his new found popularity at such a young age came a surge of confidence. Frankie started to dress more fashionable, eating healthy, and working out religiously to become what he saw as perfect. Suddenly people started to treat him differently. He got free gifts without even having to ask for them, models started to respond positively at his feeble attempts at flirting and even agreed to go out on dates.

If someone from his childhood saw him now, they probably would never have believed that this was that skinny awkward skater no one paid attention to. And maybe that was why he jumped at the opportunity to go back to his old school to flaunt who he has become. And maybe even get a second chance?

Extras

Has a weiner dog named Whisky
Has to have at least one cup of coffee a day
Plays guitar in a folk rock band called The Lumberjacks
Obsessed with building LEGO sets
Currently on repeat

Spooner's Character bin!

Franklin Bonaparte

Nicholas Skidmore | EDD6B2

Name

Franklin August Bonaparte

_Frankie

Age

28

Gender | Pronouns | Sexuality

Male | He/him | Bisexual

Relationship Status

Shopping around

Occupation

Fashion photographer

Current Address

Long Island City, New York
36-37 31st St #2E, Astoria, NY 11106

Appearance

Frankie’s Look Book

_{|6’2’’ | Muscular Build | Bright Red Hair | A Lot of Freckles |}

Personality

Chariming – Reliable – Loyal – Generous – Untrusting – Impatiant - Conceited

Frankie is your typical dude in his late twenties living in New York City! Fun loving and fueled by coffee, cigarettes and overpriced cocktails. If you are friends with him you know that he is one of the warmest, most loyal friends that one can ask for. But that being said, getting to that stage of friendship with Frankie is not the easiest journey. With his history he is an expert at building up walls to keep people out.

Backstory

Franklin August Bonaparte was born to two loving parents in the middle of the high society of Crown Heights. His father a hot shot programer who made his fortune coming up with a script that runs in most apps of today, and his mother a painter and gallery owner. So to say that Franklin comes from money is an understatement. Growing up Frankie had everything he ever asked for, being an only child had its perks. Even though he was king of the hill at home, young Frankie had it hard in his social life at King’s Academy.

In his teen years Franklin was not the ginger adonis that might stand before you today, quite the contrary actually. Tall, skinny and some really bad posture combined with a personality that most would describe as awkward really didn’t make him the most popular kid at school, the huge braces didn’t help him in the dating department either.

This combination of unfortunate looks and awkwardness made Franklin an easy target for the many bullies and jocks that roamed the halls of King’s. Many times he spent the lunch hour locked in a locker or thrown in a dumpster waiting for one of his few friends to come and dig him out. Thanks to the vast student body that King’s Academy boasted, Frankie thankfully found his close knit circle of friends with the skaters, weirdos and artists. And he wouldn’t have had it any other way.

This is how he found his hobbies that define him today. Even how he earns his living. If it hadn’t been for his friends he wouldn’t have discovered his love for photography, which in turn became his ticket out of Crown Heights and his past.

Well, thankfully his family had connections for Franklin to take part of. His uncle on his mothers side happened to be famous fashion designer Jason McMillan where Frankie could intern right after graduating from NYU. But if you ask him, his work speaks for itself. And you might be inclined to agree since you might have seen his work in both Vogue and The New Yorker.

With his new found popularity at such a young age came a surge of confidence. Frankie started to dress more fashionable, eating healthy, and working out religiously to become what he saw as perfect. Suddenly people started to treat him differently. He got free gifts without even having to ask for them, models started to respond positively at his feeble attempts at flirting and even agreed to go out on dates.

If someone from his childhood saw him now, they probably would never have believed that this was that skinny awkward skater no one paid attention to. And maybe that was why he jumped at the opportunity to go back to his old school to flaunt who he has become. And maybe even get a second chance?

Extras

Has a weiner dog named Whisky
Has to have at least one cup of coffee a day
Plays guitar in a folk rock band called The Lumberjacks
Obsessed with building LEGO sets

Beckett "Beck" Hemlock

^{BECK ⚓ 29 ⚓ FREELANCE PHOTOGRAPHER ⚓ NICHOLAS SKIDMORE ⚓ 829067}

⚓ A B O U T M E

The only child of Harvey, an app developer who wrote and patented a script you can find in most modern apps and Camilla, an art trader and gallery owner.

Growing up Beckett had everything he ever asked for, being an only child had its perks. Even though he was king of the hill at home, young Beck had it hard in his social life at King’s Academy.

In his teen years Beckett was not the ginger adonis that might stand before you today, quite the contrary actually. He was tall, skinny and had some really bad posture. That combined with a personality that most would describe as awkward and annoying really didn’t make him the most popular kid at school, the huge braces didn’t help him in the dating department either.

This combination of unfortunate looks and awkwardness made Franklin an easy target for the many bullies and jocks that roamed the halls of King’s. Many lunch hours were spent locked in a locker or thrown in a dumpster waiting for one of his few friends to come and dig him out.

Thanks to the vast student body that King’s Academy boasted, Beck found the people that he could confide in and get through the troubling times at King’s. Mostly other artsy kids, skaters and outsiders.

He found his passion for photography in his sophomore year when he joined the yearbook club and the year after he became the head photographer of the King’s Torch, the academy newspaper.

His passion then turned into a career after he graduated from NYU and through some family connections at the MacMillan fashion house he got to intern at some prestigious magazines like Vogue and The New Yorker.

Beck is your typical dude in his late twenties living in New York City! Fun loving and fueled by coffee, cigarettes and overpriced cocktails. If you are friends with him you know that he is one of the warmest, most loyal friends that one can ask for. But that being said, getting to that stage of friendship with Frankie is not the easiest journey. With his history he is an expert at building up walls to keep people out.

With his new found popularity at such a young age came a surge of confidence. Frankie started to dress more fashionable, eating healthy, and working out religiously to become what he saw as perfect. Suddenly people started to treat him differently. He got free gifts without even having to ask for them, models started to respond positively at his feeble attempts at flirting and even agreed to go out on dates.

Extra
- Has a dachshund named Whisky
- Has to have at least one cup of coffee a day
- Plays guitar in a folk rock band called The Lumberjacks
- Obsessed with building LEGO sets

Palm Beach Royals: Class Reunion (Shelved)

I'm back on my bullshit!

Palm Beach Royals: Class Reunion (Shelved)

FINE!

Franklin "Frankie" Bonaparte || Nicholas Skidmore || #edd6b2