DON'T BREAK ME DOWN // DOUBLE JOINING.

[MOLLIE.]

[align=center][div style="width: 350px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 7pt; letter-spacing: 1.2px; word-spacing: 0px; line-height: 12px; color: #000"]Mollie thrived on chaos.

Her existence was nothing more than a series of peculiar happenings, so much so that this life felt more like a drama than reality at all. She was unapologetic and reckless. Mightily vulgar and fiercely passionate. She was a breeze drifting in and out of people’s lives. Fleeting. But, she was no gentle gust of wind; she was a storm. A blustering gale, forceful and loud, but she was never one to stay for long. Soon the storm would pass. She was not one to make deep connections, because that meant that they were something else to lose. And so she would make her presence known, yet remind herself that she was never here to stay.

She was silent for most of the trip, surprisingly, save for the few instances where she’d point out some mindless quip on the scenery or the apparent lack of final destination. She and Graves still had an hour or two before the sun was due to set and so, with the mule lumbering idly onward along a dirt path, she reminded herself that they ought to stop somewhere soon. They were swallowed by the surrounding forest, light barely creeping passed the leaves. Mollie’s gaze shifted upwards momentarily to gaze at the overhanging plant life, gripping onto the reins loosely in her hands. And then, a slow and steady exhalation, severed from her own thoughts. Sometimes the lingering emptiness felt more like a comfort than a tragedy but, then again, denial was a powerful notion.

Upon traveling over uneven terrain, a crunching crack suddenly reverberated through the wood, the wagon teetering side to side before a loud snap had all of the contents in the entire carriage slump to the side. Jimmy stumbled as she was dragged to a halt, Mollie gasping as the sudden drop almost sent her toppling onto Graves. ❝ Dammit! ❞ She hissed, a grimace sprawled across her features as she budged closer to her friend before hopping over his legs and off the wagon. Upon having a closer inspection, she rested her hands on her hips, the look of absolute exasperation on her features as eyes remained unmoving from the large wheel that’d decided to snap clean off the carriage.

Well, it was only a matter of time before this shit excuse of transport would break down on her anyways, Mollie groaning to herself before eyes darted over to Graves. ❝ Look at what you’ve done now, Graves. Broke the damn wheel off. ❞ She gestured to the wheel, bottom lip jutted out slightly and brows bunched together. He’d not done anything but accompany her on this trip, but she had to lay the blame somewhere even if it was on an innocent man. She sighed, tipping her head back up to look at the overgrowth before rolling her eyes. As if this was what they needed right now, huh? How the hell were they even supposed to fix this thing?

Dexter seemed more than amused by the turn of events, following Mollie out with a wagging tail, tongue lolling out of the side of his mouth as his beady eyes surveyed the surrounding forest. Mollie was silent for a while, evidently deep in thought before she began to trudge towards the back of the wagon. ❝ You much of a mechanic, Graves? ❞ She called over, leaning in and scratching through a bag for her torque wrench and they could just… haul the wheel back onto the axle and rotate the hub back on, right?

She stepped back, looking at the sheer mass that sat on top of the wagon. Luggage and supplies, and a large crate covered with a tattered blanket. They weren’t going to be able to move all of these supplies and fix the wagon before nightfall. Shoulders slumped, disheartened, staring for a while before tossing the wrench back into the bag and walking back around to the front of the wagon.

❝ I don’t want to stay on the side of the road like a hitchhiker. ❞ Arms fell either side of her, head cocked to the side as she looked over towards Graves once more. Expectantly. Wordlessly asking for the quieter man's advice. After all, he seemed like the logical one here. But, then again, anyone could look logical next to a woman who spoke before thinking. She sighed. There ought to be something nearby here, right? They'd been travelling through nothingness for too long for there not to be light at the end of this winding, dirt colored tunnel.

[GRAVES]

[align=center][div style="0px; width:450px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 9pt; line-height:13px;"]For a man who'd taken a part in so much chaos, Graves definitely didn't seem like the type to enjoy it much. He didn't - truly, Graves felt more like the eye of the storm in most cases. Calm. Disconnected from the raging storm. And yet here he was, making what felt like an extremely impulsive decision to join a woman going.. who knew where. She was nice enough (sure, she was a little wild - but what could you do?), and as the two had begun to travel, Graves had started to pick up the rhythm of being around another person again. This particular day, it'd been especially quiet - the creaking of the wagon, the occasional comment from Mollie (and Graves' mutter of agreement), and the panting of the animals surrounding them being the only real disruptions from Graves and the nagging thought of where was he going?

This wasn't like him. He had a plan most of the time, he stuck to the plan. Graves certainly didn't start traveling to places aimlessly.. but then again.. what'd he been doing before this? His dark eyes lifted to the sky, the downy hood of his jacket padding his neck as his eyes began to close.. he was tired. Graves didn't sleep well. It'd been a while since he'd slept, and the gentle rock of the wagon.. and it would be okay, nothing bad was going to happen if he just closed his eyes. He wasn't really sleeping, it was more of half-consciousness (Graves wasn't good at relaxing), he would probably still be able to let out a mmmph if Mollie said anything to him.

That was, of course, until the loud crack, and Mollie almost smushing Graves as the wagon suddenly tipped in a direction Graves figured wasn't natural. Jerking awake, Graves fingers found the edge of a weapon almost instantly, looking around their location for anything that could've made that noise... and finding nothing. He watched Mollie hop over him wordlessly, tilting his head around to see... oh shit, that wasn't good. Graves was no expert, but he was certain that three wheels wasn't gonna get them anywhere. And before dark too..

"Look what you've done, Graves." Was his greeting as he leaped off the wagon, following her footsteps to the broken wheel. His eyebrows rose slightly at her words directed to him, but it was too late to fight back. The last thing they needed was a heated argument on top of this issue - Graves really had no clue where they were and he felt like parting ways now would doom them both. They needed each other, even if Graves wanted to say something cutting in response. Kneeling down and brushing the broken part of the wagon slightly, Graves let out a sigh. Well, this was bad.

Bee began breathing down his neck a few moments after he began studying the snap, warm, hot breath ruffling the back of his hair almost as if Bee was trying to make Graves break his concentration. "I think this is something I could help with.." Graves responded as he batted back the massive dobermann and straightened up, studying Mollie's expression. She seemed.. tired. And the man had absolutely no comfort to give to her (any comfort that made sense, at least). They were stuck out here, unless they fixed this up soon. Checking the sky, Graves' expression darkened. They were running out of time.

"We'll have to lift up the wagon..." Then Graves remembered the supplies. Oh, right. Those would have to be moved, and then moved back on.. and they didn't have enough time before dark. This wasn't planned out well. Graves hated not having a plan. Bee was rubbing against his stomach, begging for a scratch as the man began to realize that they were in a bit of trouble. If anything were to happen, they'd have to abandon the wagon. All their supplies. "Shit." Graves breathed out, meeting Mollie's eyes. She looked expectant as she spoke, waiting for Graves to say something. You know, like Graves had any ideas as to what to do.

Chewing on his bottom lip as he thought, Graves pulled hair out of his eyes, looking at the wagon, then back to Mollie. "We can't leave the wagon. Or supplies." Graves started slowly, moving to the back and wondering what they could possibly leave. "We could walk a bit further, until it gets dark. Just to see if anyone's around. But..." The man shrugged his shoulders, zipping up his jacket and shoving his hands in the pockets. "I think we might want to look around for a place to camp. In the woods. Until daylight, at least."

[bub c.]

MY DEAR, THERE ARE SECRETS HERE | | |

The dirt road was worn but well-traveled; it was a familiar sight, as Bub had walked the path many times. The first time being on her way to Los Santos, on foot and defensive. She'd be anxious and violent and so very scared, and things hadn't changed much.

Bub was hard to read, even without the mask. It was easy enough to think the young girl would thrive in the chaos of the crumbling world, and it was easy to imagine she'd shy from it like a frightened dog. But in truth? Uncertainty was the only thing she thrived in.

Things were so much simpler when her worries were focused on coyotes and losing too much weight too fast. But now she was back with her older sister and she'd been reintroduced to the tangled web of family drama, along with a healthy side of Los Santos lifestyle.

The sun was starting to set, and she knew she'd never make it back to the city before dark. Sel would probably be super upset with her, but Bub hadn't realized she'd wandered so far until now. Wanderlust had tugged at her mind for too many days and she just needed some time alone to think.

Or perhaps, she needed a distraction. She heard a noticeable snap in the distance, and winced. Her curiosity got the better of her however and she approached, easily seen on the open road and notably armed. The first thing she noticed was a wagon and a dog. The two people standing beside it assessing the damage to their vehicle were second thoughts frankly.

"Hey! You guys alright?" Bub called, slowing her pace down to a casual stroll. She didn't know if these people were dangerous, but she'd found diplomacy typically got you further than immediate aggression.

[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]
(IC Opinions)[/justify]

[Sel]

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Selena Felix

Chaos, by definition, could not be controlled. Sel liked to think that it was possible to harness it, however. A line of gasoline leading a flame to one target instead of another. A stampede directed in a specific direction. It wasn't an exact science, it wasn't a science at all. Sometimes things backfired, but that's what happens when you tried to use chaos.

Right now, there is nothing more that Sel wants than to be in her own goddamn bed. She'd just spent some time in Bluestem, as the group's politics were of increasing concern for the young woman. The things that Brock was doing... she couldn't be sure that he was doing it to liberate himself of her influence, but even if that wasn't his intention he'd surely realize that his dependence on Los Santos was unnecessary at some point. That wasn't something she could risk.

Which meant lots of back and forth! Which was getting increasingly difficult for her to manage, what with the baby being so close to due. An early baby would be less likely to survive (she didn't think she could cope if it didn't), but it sure would be nice to get back to her life sooner rather than later. Not that she'd be able to if something happened to her baby.

Because everything gets so much less hectic with a newborn around.

There was a wagon in the middle of the road, and familiar voices. There was a man's, that she didn't recognize, but the feminine ones she did. Her little sister (what the hell was she doing all the way out here at this hour?) and... "Mollie? Bitch is that you?" Make no mistake, Sel was positively thrilled at the notion that it was Mollie there. Their dynamic was just such that "bitch" was more of an endearment than an insult.

[spoiler=INFORMATION &&— UPDATED 01/18/20]General —
▪ Selena Felix | Sel or Lena depending on the situation
▪ Biologically Female | Identifies as Female | She/her
▪ 26 years 1 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]

[MOLLIE.]

[align=center][div style="width: 350px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 7pt; letter-spacing: 1.2px; word-spacing: 0px; line-height: 12px; color: #000"]Mollie’s eyes darted around, a disappointed sneer slowly creeping onto her features before her shoulders slumped with defeat. It was pointless trying to secure the wagon once more, especially considering it looked like more than just a two man job to put this thing back together. She wanted to kick the damn wagon, instead settling for a feeble nudge at the fallen wheel with the tip of her boot. ❝ All right. First, I just- ❞ She muttered halfheartedly in response to Graves' suggestion, lips curling downwards instead of finishing her sentence. She wasn’t going to leave their supplies unattended, yet she sure as hell didn’t feel exactly safe with lingering on this path for longer than she needed to.

She trudged over towards Jimmy, the mule seemingly disheartened herself as her head slumped, ears twitching thoughtfully. ❝ Guess I may as well get you naked then- ❞ She mumbled in a brief sing-song tone as she moved to begin untacking the mule out of the heavy driving equipment. ❝ Hey! You guys alright? ❞ A voice had Mollie flinching, head whipping around to look towards the source of the noise. There stood a teenage girl, and Mollie wasn’t sure whether it was appropriate for her hand to still be hovering over her thigh, just waiting to pull out her knife from its holster in case she needed to defend herself.

Instead, she clenched and unclenched her fists mindlessly as she spun around, pursing her lips thoughtfully before responding bluntly, ❝ No. I just found out how shit my wagon is. ❞ She pointed out, gesturing towards the wheel that lay in the dirt. ❝ We can fix it, just not before nightfall. ❞ Mollie continued as an afterthought, sighing before leaning with her head resting on the wagon. Eyes closed briefly, followed with a sigh, until she heard a voice she was not expecting to hear again for a while.

Eyes fluttered open once more, gaze landing on Sel who stood only a short distance away before Mollie’s brows furrowed together sternly. ❝ Who you callin’ a bitch?! ❞ She barked abrasively, staring over at Sel with a mischievous glimmer in her eye before she began to giggle to herself, striding over towards her best friend. It was no secret that Mollie knew people from all corners of the world; it was simply the kind of woman that she was. An adventurer; one to meet many and commit to few.

She froze in her tracks briefly as she neared her best friend, raising her brows with surprise before releasing a short breath, ❝ No fuckin’ way- ❞ She then continued forwards before throwing her arms around Sel, pulling her into a hug. ❝ You totally got knocked up, baby girl. ❞ She stated matter-of-factly, ❝ I never thought I’d see the day. ❞

[Sel]

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Selena Felix

//tw for implied miscarriage

Sel and Mollie really were sisters from different misters. They were kindred spirits, alike in so many ways with a tendency to bring out something out of each other. Sel wouldn't say the worst, but perhaps she was biased.

"You, bitch!" Came her response. She managed to keep her composure a few seconds after Mollie lost hers, then she too descended into giggles. "I sure fuckin' did. You'd be the only one!" Getting knocked up had never been the problem. Getting to this point was, though, but here she was. "The real shocker is that the dad's still in the picture." She leaned in to Mollie's ear, draping an arm around the other woman. "At least... probably." She wasn't actually sure who had fathered her child, but she was dating one of the candidates and friends with the other so. There was that.

[spoiler=INFORMATION &&— UPDATED 01/18/20]General —
▪ Selena Felix | Sel or Lena depending on the situation
▪ Biologically Female | Identifies as Female | She/her
▪ 26 years 1 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]