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[Piper Ale Whitte]

✦ piper; tags; location: just beyond border; tagged: micah

xPiper stirred from underneath the folds of thin cloth when called to, eyes fluttering open in alarm when he was easily pulled from sleep by a voice. His eyes darted to the movement of a foot, witnessing a kick to his shoe which he did not feel. He gaze leapt up to the individual and found himself squinting against the sun's rays in vain to see their face, only making out a black silhouette. Yet, he was careful not to raise his hand to block the light lest the movement be mistook for aggression. Therefore, he would remain all the more unaware of the infant's presence.

x"You’re on badlands territory, why?"

xHe could only assume he had encountered people sparingly in his journeys given the past few months. The two men he had come across before this one had been aggressive, and this one seemed prepared to behave the same should Piper prove to be a threat. Moreover, the mention of the Badlands only put Piper less at ease. He hadn't expected to cross into their territory given he couldn't even remember where it was located; yet, here he was with a Badlander standing over him and probably only a few seconds to respond before they resolved his trespassing with violence. He needed to think fast, and get straight to the point.

x"I come looking for shelter."

xThat statement by itself wasn't dishonest; though, he didn't originally plan to join a group, despite the implications of that statement. However, asking for refuge was far better than admitting he simply didn't know, leaving him to perhaps be beaten on his way out. He quickly spoke further, making sure his voice was calm and clear. The last thing he wanted was to cause further frustration by being hard to understand.

x"Would you have me?"

xThere was a lot more that he could've said, such as an apology for trespassing and the fact he wasn't making a good first impression by doing so. Besides, pointing out that he wasn't aware he'd crossed the border would only make him look foolish. Thus, he kept his lips sealed, squinting up at the unidentified stranger as he awaited an answer. Despite the relatively placid sound of his voice, his form was rigid, prepared to run.

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Many thanks!! I hope the shade of green I chose for his speech isn't hard to read, but please tell me if it is!

[MICAH K.]

[align=center][div style="width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; font-family: calibri; letter-spacing: .6px; color: #494949;"]shelter... hm. micah watched the figure on the ground, it’s hard to believe considering he’d just made himself at home under the tree, but he also doesn’t seem to be much of a threat. micah’s weight shifts on his feet, then lifts his son to rest against his shoulder. “ we gotta motel, “ he informs the trespasser, still unsure if that man is interested in actually or simply resting up. if the latter, at least they could probably scam him out of something. coming to that conclusion, micah feels at ease with leading the stranger back to their little town.

he huffs a breath, “ [color=#000000]c’on, “ he instructs, but doesn’t bother moving to help him up; micah’s no charity worker. not bothering to look to see if piper is following him, micah starts back towards home. “ [color=#000000]set ya up witha room, just no missin’ the next meetin’, “ he explains, “ [color=#000000]there’s a casino too, if ya fixin’ for that, “ his tone is still flat, monotone almost if it weren’t for the new orleans accent, as he tries to sell their “amenities”.

“ [color=#000000]name’s micah, one of that admins. “ he finally introduces, nearly entirely forgetting the formality until they reach the town.

// i can read it perfectly!
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[spoiler= tags, updated 11/30/2020]◜BASICS ┊ [color=#000000]NOW SHUT YOUR DIRTY MOUTH◞
&. ❝ micah alexander knope ❞ | male [ he/him ] .
&. 30 years old . | june third ; gemini
&. 1/3  of the administration of badlands .

◜PERSONALITY ┊ IF I COULD BURN THIS TOWN◞
&. ruthless . silent type . rough exterior . heartless . every man for themselves . controlling . a planner . brooding . apathetic . determined . cold . short tempered . impatient . serious . stoic .

◜ APPEARANCE ┊ I WOULDN'T HESITATE ◞
&.  six foot four & one hundred and eighty-nine pounds ; reference ; stephen james .
↳ keeps the sides of his heads shaved, exposing some tattoos on his head with his hair slicked back in a clean fashion.
↳ nearly his whole body is covered in tattoos.
↳ has ice grey eyes and an oval face. his chin is wide and jawline sharp.
↳ almost entirely muscle.

◜ INTERACTIONS ┊ TO SMILE WHILE YOU SUFFOCATE AND DIE ◞
&.  [ 10/10 ] physically  |  [ 9/10 ] psychologically .
↳ difficulty w/ guns [ hard ] | difficulty w/ melees [ hard ] | difficulty w/ hand-to-hand [ hard ]
↳ combat information .
&. attack in bold #000000 | [member=570]scully[/member] | PM for any major plots .
&. friendly or nonviolent actions may be powerplayed .

◜INVENTORY ┊ AND THAT WOULD BE JUST FINE◞
&. [ 3 ] weapons | [ 0 ] armor pieces | [ 0 ] consumables | [ 3 ] aid items | [ 2 ] misc .
↳ one shotgun
↳ one rifle
↳ one set of brass knuckles
↳ three low quality explosives
↳ one pitbull puppy named leia
↳ one munchkin cat named ozzy

◜ RELATIONSHIPS ┊ AND WHAT A LOVELY TIME◞
&. npc x npc | eldest child to a crime family .
↳ theodore knope, 28, badlands .
&. heterosexual, heteroromantic ; mongamous  . | never had a good model for relationships growing up, is learning how to be a good significant other .
↳ in a serious relationship with juliette rousseau .
↳ father to matthew knope & milo knope, 5 months .[/spoiler]

[Piper Ale Whitte]

✦ piper; tags; location: just beyond border; tagged: nobody

xPiper's nerves may have been dead to feeling, but he knew he wouldn't last long under the sun.

xA lithe figure was unknowingly crossing the border of the Badlands. He vaguely recalled their name and he knew their nature was - relatively speaking - in their title. Yet, his mind swam with busied ideas as he struggled to remember exactly why they were seen as terrible. The word "dogs" briefly passed over his mind but he couldn't put together a coherent thought. He was too focused on trying to find shelter from the heat lest he be subject to a premature death. Then again, a bullet would also provide the same result.

xHe should've turned back earlier, but he'd spend more time backtracking than finding shelter here. Besides, the nameless farmhouse he abandoned was not only long behind him, but the faucet had stopped running. He'd checked up and down the lifeless farmstead for water and the only source to be found was a dirty pool. It was a shame, really; the place was the nicest he came across - that he could remember, at least. The roof leaked a bit but there weren't any holes. The wood on the porch was splintering but it wasn't falling apart. Of the mice he'd seen, they made a decent snack since he hadn't been able to trap any deer. However, he wasn't going to survive on rats and dirty water, so he packed up and left.

xThe sun had peaked in the cloudless ocean of blue above him. He couldn't imagine how hot it was, but he was starting to sweat, which was a feat for his body by itself. However, after several hours, he'd finally arrived upon the shelter of some trees. Piper had no idea how exhausted his body was; he could only assume it desperately needed rest. Thus, he slipped his bag off his shoulders, hid it underneath a root, and plopped down to lean against the oak. He removed his canteen from his mess of robes, took a long swig of water, and then shunted it back beneath the folds of cloth. Before long, he'd fallen asleep; he was bound to get a rude awakening, if he was that lucky.

[MICAH K.]

[align=center][div style="width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; font-family: calibri; letter-spacing: .6px; color: #494949;"]crawling out of whatever dirt pit one finds themself’s in is something micah’s grown incredibly familiar with; pretty good at it at this point, too. for such a long time, micah tried his best to avoid any groups; it’s no way to live under someone else’s rule. but, shit happens. it wasn’t just him anymore, two kids on the way changed him pretty quick. at least he calls the shots now; he turned into the people he watched growing up. the hardened, power and resource hungry assholes... there’s a part of him that hates it, but that’s survival. he doesn’t think about it, but this is exactly the life his mother quite literally died protecting him from.

with plans being set into motion and all there is to do is scheming and waiting, micah takes the chance to head down to the beach. he doesn’t necessarily like the beach, but he’s packing along milo and he wants his sons to experience the best life has to offer; and people seem to love the beach in his experience.

he wanders, cradling milo in one arm, head on a swivel. there is a sense of uneasiness with how the trio took over the badlands; or maybe it’s just micah’s own paranoia. but, this time, it isn’t just a shadow amongst the trees. micah continues to walk further from the main coastal town of badlands, he’s more focused on the tree line, absentmindedly telling milo about the sounds and sights of the waves. ha. he fucking knew it, there is someone laying against the trunk of a tree. jaw clenching, micah holds milo closer to himself, silently cursing the fact that he’d left his brass knuckles back in their home. he makes his way over to the person, “ hey, “ he calls, even more assertive than usual for him. he kicks the man’s foot when he reaches him, “ [color=#000000]you’re on badlands territory, why? “ he questions curtly, trying his best to hide his young son.

// welcome to badlands!! we’re happy to have u!(:

[spoiler= tags, updated 09/20/2020]◜BASICS ┊ [color=#000000]NOW SHUT YOUR DIRTY MOUTH◞
&. ❝ micah alexander knope ❞ | male [ he/him ] .
&. 30 years old . | june third ; gemini
&. 1/3  of the administration of badlands .

◜PERSONALITY ┊ IF I COULD BURN THIS TOWN◞
&. ruthless . silent type . rough exterior . heartless . every man for themselves . controlling . a planner . brooding . apathetic . determined . cold . short tempered . impatient . serious . stoic .

◜ APPEARANCE ┊ I WOULDN'T HESITATE ◞
&.  six foot four & one hundred and eighty-nine pounds ; reference ; stephen james .
↳ keeps the sides of his heads shaved, exposing some tattoos on his head with his hair slicked back in a clean fashion.
↳ nearly his whole body is covered in tattoos.
↳ has ice grey eyes and an oval face. his chin is wide and jawline sharp.
↳ almost entirely muscle.

◜ INTERACTIONS ┊ TO SMILE WHILE YOU SUFFOCATE AND DIE ◞
&.  [ 10/10 ] physically  |  [ 9/10 ] psychologically .
↳ difficulty w/ guns [ hard ] | difficulty w/ melees [ hard ] | difficulty w/ hand-to-hand [ hard ]
↳ combat information .
&. attack in bold #000000 | [member=570]scully[/member] | PM for any major plots .
&. friendly or nonviolent actions may be powerplayed .

◜INVENTORY ┊ AND THAT WOULD BE JUST FINE◞
&. [ 3 ] weapons | [ 0 ] armor pieces | [ 0 ] consumables | [ 3 ] aid items | [ 2 ] misc .
↳ one shotgun
↳ one rifle
↳ one set of brass knuckles
↳ three low quality explosives
↳ one pitbull puppy named leia
↳ one munchkin cat named ozzy

◜ RELATIONSHIPS ┊ AND WHAT A LOVELY TIME◞
&. npc x npc | eldest child to a crime family .
↳ theodore knope, 28, badlands .
&. heterosexual, heteroromantic ; mongamous  . | never had a good model for relationships growing up, is learning how to be a good significant other .
↳ in a serious relationship with juliette rousseau .
↳ father to matthew knope & milo knope, 3 months .[/spoiler]