❝ STRANGERS┊JOINING. ❞

[molly darrow]

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[frankie m.]

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it had seemed that whatever deity above was in her favor. the barking of the canine might have freaked her a bit, and she would’ve considered yelling back had it not been for his owner being by his side and stopping him herself. frankie looked up at the woman and blinked a few times, occasionally glancing at the dog and tensing some. ❝ yeah, uh... ❞ she trailed off some, trying to figure out her words. frankie cleared her throat and held up her dripping hand to show the stranger her wound, slowly opening up her palm to her due to the pain. ❝ it’d be really appreciated. ❞

some time had passed since her first encounter with a group of people. what was it? some kind of camp, and all the people in it were boring to her. one of the reasons she had at first decided to go off with silas before she left him. frankie’s eyes flickered around taking in the surrounding area and she knitted her eyebrows closely together. ❝ it’s frankie, ❞ she tells her, remembering that if she wanted to seem trustworthy enough she should introduce herself. ❝ my name, i mean. ❞

[molly darrow]

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[MICHAEL.]

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tws thoughts of violence, blood, murder, mentions of alcohol, religion, injury, broken bones, blood

Michael was out for a stroll, should he really be strolling though? Probably not, he was still recovering from a bullet wound, but a little flesh wound never stopped him from walking. There was also the matter of the twenty foot fall from a building, minor cuts and bruises from the glass, and the whole... landing on a person and a car.

But hey, no pain no gain. Mike wasn't exactly the best person at taking care of himself. He was wearing a t-shirt, jeans, boots, a tactical vest, and had a bag slung over his shoulder, not to mention the rifle and pistol that were quite visible on his person. However, he was not going to use them, not if he could avoid it.

He had been about to head back towards the casino when he heard Molly's voice, she was talking to someone, and as he neared the two, his brows furrowed. True, her methods were unorthodox and it was possible that this young woman could be a member of the Insurrection, the group seemed to grow... then again, their methods were to destroy and assimilate.

He stopped a few feet away from Molly, not wanting to crowd her space, or make Charles feel like he was a threat to his person... then again, the dog wasn't the barely leashed guard dog people saw him as. "Here," He pulled his bag off, and dropped it to the ground, kneeling to dig through it for supplies that could be used to stem the bleeding, at least for now.

He pulled out a bandage and some iodine along with a cloth. "You know this isn't how we do things Miss Molly." His voice was kind, understanding. He wasn't Addy, but he also understood how shit worked, and if he could solve a problem before it happened he was sure as hell going to try.

[ADDY.]

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— addy sort of figured everyone would be slow to even consider bringing an outsider into the group. they were in some serious shit right now; letting someone simply stroll into the territory seemed like a fucking death wish, if you asked addy. apparently, that thought didn’t seem to stick with everyone, as he wandered closer to a group. mike, molly, a dog, and some new girl..

“the hell’s going on?” he asked as he neared, glancing between everyone once he was close enough. a girl, wounded, mike with some med supplies, molly there, too. if they were just willing to bring in any injured person they came across, they were going to be absolutely screwed against the insurrection. his gaze settled on the newcomer, trying to maintain just enough politeness - which he didn’t do - with caution - something he was more expert with - as he asked, “who are you, and what’re you doing in the badlands?”

//short and rushed. sorry

[LUCERNE.]

— Lucerne would say that he was an independent soul. He was a loner, he didn't need any company or social interaction. Quite frankly, with most of the people here, he preferred not having to converse with any of them, ideally. After all, most conversations here tended to end in bitter remarks and biting words, most of which Lucerne wasn't even sure he could bother tolerating. Yet, despite this, he was found, like Addy's shadow, trailing towards the group in silence. For a man so tall and brooding, his attitude towards Addy oftentimes resembled more like a duckling having imprinted on someone rather than a cold aloofness often seen from the man.

He slowed to a halt nearby upon seeing an injured woman. Whilst Lucerne would usually be quite reserved in helping a stranger, the sight of the bloody laceration brought a wicked smile to his lips, clasping his hands together. Lucerne's timing towards social ques were always off, mainly since this was definitely not the right moment to be smiling eagerly. But, he couldn't help it. The sight of injuries such as this thrilled the doctor - it was something for a logical mind to work with. Upon realizing his mistake, the smile faltered before finally brushing passed the others as he walked towards the woman. "Thank you for your input, Addy. Now, do shut up." He was dismissive as he mumbled, brows furrowing together as he looked down at the woman. "Show me your hand." Words were blunt, uncaring, but with the slightest hint of interest.

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⫸ wilhelm lucerne nouvel // no known nicknames
⫸ goes by his middle name, lucerne
⫸ male // he/him
⫸ thirty three // ages real time // born fourteenth february
⫸ medic for the badlands // formerly a loner
⫸ joined BL - twenty first february

appearance.
⫸ faceclaim - benedict cumberbatch
⫸ voice claim - benedict cumberbatch
⫸ speaks with a received pronunciation british accent
⫸ 6'2ft // tall and lithe // very little muscle mass
⫸ cold, china blue eyes and disheveled, dark brunet hair
⫸ physical health - 100%
    — current injuries: none as of now
⫸ mental health - 70%
    — has been showing signs of major depressive disorder

personality.
⫸ enigmatic and difficult to understand
⫸ astute and intellectual // generally very logical in his way of thinking
⫸ self-absorbed and overly prideful // massive god complex
⫸ lack of empathy and often insincere // evident sociopathic tendencies
⫸ assertive, blunt and arrogant // strong, unwavering opinions
⫸ analytical and perceptive // often good at figuring things out at breakneck speed
⫸ overly motivated and stubborn // it's often his way or the highway
⫸ chronic boredom, often acts out childishly based on this
⫸ fastidious and a known perfectionist
⫸ unpredictable and notably unhinged // makes it difficult to get on with him
⫸ a total narcissist in many ways
⫸ aloof and incredibly socially awkward // very antisocial in general
⫸ a complete drama queen // incredibly theatrical and melodramatic
⫸ breathes sarcasm // snide and often witty with his quips
⫸ silently a very sensitive and introverted soul // worries about what others think
⫸ self-conscious towards how people react towards him // this makes him withdrawn

relationships.
⫸ wilhelm nouvel x annette nouvel // one older brother [deceased]
⫸ aromantic asexual // not interested in any romance
⫸ has taken a liking towards addy douglas
    — sees him as his person
    — doesn't view their relationship as romantic
    — loyalty lies with him entirely

interaction.
⫸ storage // plot
⫸ physically: medium // mentally: hard
⫸ owns a pistol but finds the idea of injuring somebody very difficult
⫸ dislikes getting into physical fights as he's not very good at fighting
⫸ would much rather die than kill somebody else
⫸ will be acting out of character as he is still grieving over the loss of his brother
⫸ TW. he is an active drug addict // cocaine, heroin and opioids such as morphine
    — some interactions with him may be whilst he is under the influence of said drugs

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[frankie m.]

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she drags her tongue over her lips before pursing them and shaking her head, not too appreciative of everything at the moment. frankie's focus turned away from lucerne and michael to look at addy. she smiled, though more passive aggressive than friendly, and clicked her tongue. ❝ the name's frankie, okay? ❞ she told him, answering his first question. she runs her free, uninjured, hand through her hair and leans all her weight on her right leg. ❝ and i'm just trying to find a place to stay, y'know. and my hand. ❞ at the mention of her hand she holds it higher in the air as if making sure he could her cut. frankie raises a single eyebrow and lets her head tilt to the side, that grin on her face serving as a warning to whoever knew her - that being no one - that she was about to say something. ❝ or are you gonna just kick me to the curb once my booboo's all healed, hm? ❞

[frankie m.]

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frankie monroe had been on her own for... a good couple months. the last person she had spoken to was also the most important person in her life; silas. she didn’t know why she left. she didn’t know what she was going to do on top of it all. come to think of it, she didn’t remember anything. it was as if it was all a blur to the girl, like her decision wasn’t even hers. some force had pushed her to leave silas once again, but this time there was no fight between them. some nights she questioned her decision.

was it really the best option? ever since she walked away, her already struggling mental health started to decline more. and... other things had went down that she’d rather not think about. it was enough to send frankie into a full spiral panic attack; on the floor, gripping at her hair, crying. ever since, she had been unable to sleep and as a result, large bags had formed beneath her eyes. every little thing irritated the hell out of her and she had a tendency to snap at anything and nothing. on top of it all, her poor pet rats and cat had sadly passed, leaving her completely alone.

so that was how her life was going so far. frankie squeezes her hand shut tightly only barely stopping the blood flow. she kicks the already broken bottle with an agitated scream and continues stomping onwards with a little huff.  ❝ fuckin’ christ, anyone around to give me first aid or somethin’? ❞