BREAK YOUR KNEECAPS --- open, joining

[bub c.]

MY DEAR, THERE ARE SECRETS HERE | | |

//tw: death, fire, attempted manslaughter believed to be attempted murder

Sel was still too close, too close for comfort but Bub didn't move away. Lessandra had been good but then got bad and Sel had always been good but- gods, she didn't know how to handle this. So she let Sel hover nearby though she shuffled her feet anxiously.

Jaime? Bub remembered her, vaguely; she'd been close to Lessandra, from Bub's fragmented memories of her. She hadn't heard that Jaime had died though, and part of her felt sad at the news while the rest of her was muddled and dark with conflicting emotions.

"So she burnt down the warehouse and tried to kill me in retaliation," Bub mumbled, clenching her fists angrily. Was that what it was? A life for a life, and Lessie just got cold feet in the middle so she decided to swoop in and save her?

She swallowed the lump in her throat and pushed away the self-pity and self-loathing associated with talking about the incident; well, she tried to, but she saw Sel's eyes watering again and it made her feel worse. Bub knew logically she had nothing to do with it, she'd practically been a bystander to the things that happened with Jaime, but she'd been the one targeted so clearly she must've done something wrong.

Or maybe Lessie hated her the most out of their siblings, and Bub had never noticed.

She blinked, realizing that Sel was begging for her to stay now. Oh gods- she knew she'd come here to stay for a while, but now faced with these feelings and revelations she wanted nothing more than to disappear into the dust and care about nothing except her body's health and her mind's sharpness.

"Okay, I won't leave, I- I promise," Bub made a promise she didn't want to keep but what else could she do? Her sister was crying at the thought of her leaving again.

[justify]Oh, turn your lamps down low [abbr=Isabel Cameron Felix, goes by Bub | Feminine pronouns, she/her | 15yrs Old | 5'6" | Hella gay]&[/abbr]
Keep the light so dim that you can't see [abbr=Medium Difficulty Physically | Easy Mentally | Attacks with shotgun or baseball bat wrapped with barbed wire | Open to capture if discussed prior | Not open for death]&[/abbr]
What's out there ahead of you [abbr=Hoarder multi-patterned mess aesthetic | Shoulder length black hair | Greenish blue eye color | Always seen wearing a mask and at least 2 layers of clothing | Severe burn scars on her face, neck and left shoulder which are always covered]&[/abbr]
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[Sel]

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Selena Felix

"I don't... I don't think she tried to kill you on purpose." Sel said quietly. It killed her to defend Lessandra, but it was true. Her sister had always been so... soft. Too soft to be a Felix; though the same could be said of Aaron. "She wasn't mad at you, specifically, and she's still Lessandra. I don't think she's got it in her to kill someone, let alone you." But then again, if you'd asked her before the incident, Sel would have said Lessandra didn't have the stones to burn down the warehouse either.

She released a breath she didn't know she'd been holding. "Okay." Isabel was staying. It was okay.

[spoiler=INFORMATION &&— UPDATED 12/18/19]General —
▪ Selena Felix | Sel or Lena depending on the situation
▪ Biologically Female | Identifies as Female | She/her
▪ 26 years 0 months | 12/18/13 | Ages real time
▪ Member of Bluestem Prairie | Lady of Los Santos | Heir of the Felix Family
▪ Former Warchief of the Badlands

Physical —
♦ HUMAN | Health: 100%
— She's small, but not too small, with a growing baby belly. She's about 5'4", though with a presence that makes up for her stature. Slender and always moving, pretty blue-green eyes with a mischievous glint in them and you know she's gonna get you into trouble. Dark hair, no doubt dark thoughts as well. Red lips curve into a lazy grin that reveals white teeth - they won't stay pearly for much longer, though, as she's often seen smoking.
— minor injuries: n/a
— major injuries: n/a

Important Info —
▪ Currently pregnant
▪ Trained medic but prefers the war and/or social branches.
▪ Drug dealer and enabler.
▪ Usually untrustworthy, everything is calculated, ambitious as fuck, nefarious motivations.
▪ Opinions, motivations and ambition are Sel's and Sel's alone and are not shared by her roleplayer.

Personality —
— Sel is a very bold, competitive and stubborn person, with a wild side that is shown frequently as well as flirtatious tendencies. She is easily bored and is always on the lookout for adventure, with a spark of curiosity that she hopes will lead to what she seeks: adventure and romance. She seems to not be a very serious person and would rather have fun than be productive, and failing entertainment she can be quite productive and get quite a bit done. She's loud and lacks discipline. While Sel is irresponsible (and oddly bossy) and wild, she is very family-oriented and loves her family dearly. She is usually a cheerful, friendly person but she definitely has a passion for the weird, dark and creepy. She is somewhat vain and egotistical. She has her secrets and one of them is her intelligence and ability to collect information; most dismiss her as a dumb party girl (or something like that) and that's part of her cover, she has her fair share of sins and has to have a way of hiding them, and because she is a good liar and good actress, she succeeds.
— Ambitious; arrogant; bold; bossy; brave; competitive; cruel; curious; cunning; dark; deceptive; egotistical; friendly; flirty; intelligent; irresponsible; manipulative; observant; sadistic; sly; stubborn; vain; wild

Relationships —
▪ Geoff x Eliza | Heir of the Felix Family
▪ Bisexual | Biromantic | Polygamous
▪ 1/2 Sank | 1/2 Selem | 1/2 Seleo
▪ Dating Mateo Suarez | Crushing on n/a
▪ Generally very friendly but not easy to become close with; flirty and defiant; loyalty is hard-earned and easily betrayed

Interaction —
— Physically Medium | Mentally Hard
— Trained with knives and poisons
— Prefers to fight with poisoned knives
— Relies largely on speed and agility
— No kill/capture/maim without permission
— Will kill/capture/maim with permission
— To attack, [member=183]Sel[/member] & attack in underlined #440349[/spoiler]

[bub c.]

MY DEAR, THERE ARE SECRETS HERE | | |

Bub felt like she should be used to emotional whiplash at this point, but nope. She tried to distance herself from the situation mentally, catching herself before she started to cry. They still had an audience, sort of, and the whole public vulnerability thing was making things worse.

"So none of it mattered? She ruined my life on accident?" Those were things Bub didn't say. Couldn't say, really; because the thought that her sister had destroyed her life on a whim, instead of her younger self being too naive to pick up on the signs of malice from someone she loved, was a bit too much to emotionally process. She needed to feel some semblance of control, even if it meant she partially blamed herself for being too stupid to realize what was happening until it was too late.

"Pretty big mistake, then," Bub relented with a sigh, crossing her arms over her chest and taking a step back from Sel. Raise her defenses again, block people out, don't get hurt. "Since- since when did you get a baby bump?" Bub changed the topic quickly, hoping that Sel would let it slide.

[justify]Oh, turn your lamps down low [abbr=Isabel Cameron Felix, goes by Bub | Feminine pronouns, she/her | 15yrs Old | 5'6" | Hella gay]&[/abbr]
Keep the light so dim that you can't see [abbr=Medium Difficulty Physically | Easy Mentally | Attacks with shotgun or baseball bat wrapped with barbed wire | Open to capture if discussed prior | Not open for death]&[/abbr]
What's out there ahead of you [abbr=Hoarder multi-patterned mess aesthetic | Shoulder length black hair | Greenish blue eye color | Always seen wearing a mask and at least 2 layers of clothing | Severe burn scars on her face, neck and left shoulder which are always covered]&[/abbr]
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