EVEN IF I COULD // open, raid

[Shiloh !]

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SALEM

ENTRY #01

8.15.16

BL ENFORCER

[div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 333px; min-height: 347px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 7pt; color: #000000; line-height: 99%;"]Salem was never a big planner.

She planned her introduction to the badlands. That one, small phrase she said when she was about to collapse on the beach. She planned for fights, sometimes, but even that depended on who she fought.

This? She couldn't have planned for this.

She'd spent the whole journey thinking about what to say to the gang she was bringing with her. How to direct them without sounding suspicious. And, more importantly, what she'd do if she saw Green, the very man who advised her to run away when her mom disowned her.

Eventually, upon reaching the abandoned warehouses, Salem gestured the group of people together.

"There are all types of supplies in there," she murmured, checking to make sure no one was listening, "go in and grab bandages, rubbing alcohol, gauze, and...any metal tool things that might look helpful." She gave them a brisk nod as the majority of the group headed for the warehouses. Despite hating it with every fiber of her being, Salem forced herself to wait outside, watching for any locals.

VITALS

> overall status: 100%

> physical status: stable.
> physical health: 100%
> physical afflictions: none yet.
> minor injuries: none yet.
> major injuries: none yet.

> mental status: stable.
> current status: stable.
> mental health: 100%
> mental illnesses: None
> mental damage: None

TAGS

━ ━xGENERAL
> Elisa Barone | "Salem"
> Female
> 23
━ ━xAPPEARANCE
>Human
> Dark brown hair that varies in shade, pale, blue green eyes.
> Carries at least 2 cigars at a time, a small handgun, and a small switchblade.
> tall, lanky and a bit awkward physically.
>
━ ━xABILITIES
> N/A
> N/A
━ ━xCONFRONTATION
> Easy physically | easy/medium mentally
> non-violent power-play allowed
> no kill | request maim/capture
> ask to attack in bolded, underlined and italicized black
━ ━xRELATIONSHIPS
> Lionel King x Melissa Barone 
> Half brother Rafe
> Half niece Gigi
> Cat Chrisanthymum "Chrissy"
>Bisexual | no crush
>
━ ━xOTHER
> this text + this color = this meaning

I'VE COME TOO FAR TO SEE THE END NOW

━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ even if my way is wrong

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[AMOR]

[align=center][div style="width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; font-family: calibri; letter-spacing: .6px; color: #494949;"]she hums to herself while she watches the terrain in front of her, tired from her walk. a small basket filled with fruits and berries she  collected. a little diversity in their diets from the things they grow; plus, grizzly likes the walks. coming back to their little town, amor is sluggish. her brace is nice, lets her actually walk on her own, but it’s bulky and heavy. maybe if she hadn’t been so athletic and strong before her injury, she wouldn’t feel as different as she does. pushing herself to fatigue is common, just trying to build up the stamina, desperately longing to like she was before.

as her eyes look up, mor notices the woman outside of the town, ” hello! “ amor greets with a wide smile and wave of her hand, [color=#e67300]” i’m amor, you can call me mor, is there anyway we can help you? “ she offers, stopping a few feet away, weight leaning back on her good leg, grizzly stops for a moment before going over to salem, sniffing at her hand before he began to let out a low growl. her eyebrows furrow, looking at griz then slowly looking up at salem. she glances past her, hoping to find green or mickey. she then offers a gentle smile, head tilted slightly, [color=#e67300]” you know, we’d just heal your injured here in our hospital, “ mor says earnestly. she has nothing to defend herself, not that she is a fighter. she pieced it together with grizz’s reaction; badlands is back and they’re ransacking them again.


[spoiler=tags, updated 01/13/2021]◜BASICS ┊ [color=#e67300]HERE'S TO THE ONES WHO DREAM◞
&. ❝ amor nirvana dulce valdez ❞ |  mor | demigirl [ she/her ] .
&. 24 years old . | february fourteenth ; aquarius .
&. demo of northstar district .

◜PERSONALITY ┊ FOOLISH AS THEY MAY SEEM◞
&. friendly . sweet . forgiving . outgoing . emotional . optimistic . caring . passionate . a tease . gullible . selfless . excitable . imaginative . head in the clouds . strong-willed . full of energy . hard working . touchy . open minded . easy going . trusting . flexible . an empath . naïve .

◜ APPEARANCE ┊ HERE'S TO THE HEARTS THAT ACHE ◞
&.  five foot four & one hundred and fifteen pounds ; faceclaim, lindsey morgan .
↳ dark brown hair to her midback, some strands being a medium, warm brown as well .
↳ petite, muscular build . full six-pack and toned muscles .
↳ bright and warm chocolate eyes .

◜ INTERACTIONS ┊ HERE'S TO THE MESS WE MAKE ◞
&.  [ 6/10 ] physically  |  [ 9/10 ] psychologically .
↳ difficulty w/ guns [ easy ] | difficulty w/ melees [ easy ] | difficulty w/ hand-to-hand [ medium ]
↳ extreme and serious pacifist, will not fight back .
↳ lacks use of her right leg after taking a shot to the back .
&. attack in bold #e67300 | [member=570]scully[/member] | PM for any major plots .
&. friendly or nonviolent actions may be powerplayed .

◜INVENTORY ┊ SHE CAPTURED A FEELING◞
&. [ 0 ] weapons | [ 0 ] armor pieces | [ 0 ] consumables | [ 2 ] aid items | [ 0 ] misc .
↳ a leg brace she crafted .
↳ a one and a half year old black chow chow named grizzly

◜ RELATIONSHIPS ┊ SKY WITH NO CEILING◞
&. malina valdez, deceased (npc) x mateo valdez, deceased (npc) | youngest child .
↳ beau valdez, older brother, deceased .
&. pansexual, panromantic ; mongamous  . | falls in love three times a day .
&. current crush on ajax forrester, formally her traveling companion . [/spoiler]

[GREENIE.]

[align=center][div style="width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 6pt; letter-spacing: 2.5px; word-spacing: 0px; line-height: 12px; color: #000"]Initially, Green would not assume the worst. It was never in his nature to do so.

Amor had approached a woman by the warehouses, Green’s lips faltering with confusion as it wasn’t often Northerners would find themselves hanging out around those parts. Without wearing the glasses he needed to at least somewhat help with his shocking eyesight, Green would barely question the irking sensation in his gut. He should have worn his glasses out more often, but he often didn’t feel the need to do so around these parts when he was so busy at work. Instead, they were used solely for around his home, if that. And so, Green began to wander over, mainly to ask whether Amor needed him to help carry anything back into the District following her foraging trip with Grizzly. Hands in the pockets of his jeans, Green felt little concern as he wandered closer—

At least until his eyes finally adjusted on Salem standing outside the warehouse.

That was when it all clicked.

He could still barely forgive her for her betrayal, his heart aching at the sight of her alone. That wasn’t what friends did, let alone continue to return and tear that ever-gaping hole in his heart where she’d broken it in the first place. ❝ Hey! ❞ Green barked, although he couldn’t help the way his voice wavered as dread quickly set in. ❝ What are you doing?! ❞ He gawked as he slowed to a halt beside Amor. The look of horror in his eyes spoke volumes; just when Northstar were gradually replacing their stock to look after the vulnerable in Northstar, here The Badlands were to steal it all again.

Green felt helpless in the situation — he didn’t even carry the fishing knife he kept on himself following the Mateo incident because The Badlands had stripped him bare of any weapons to protect his people. All he had was his bow and arrows, but how the hell could they be useful in this sort of situation? ❝ Elisa, please... You can’t do this! ❞ He exclaimed, voice raised somewhat as he threw his hands towards the warehouses. ❝ We’ve lost so much. So many people. You gotta understand this is killing us! ❞

Soon, a Badlander stepped out beside Salem, a tall and ominous man who threatened to reveal his handgun from its holster. Now that it was no longer between him and Salem, Green backed off somewhat, snapping his jaws shut before looking at Salem in the eyes. ❝ I won’t forget this. ❞ He murmured wretchedly, gritting his teeth before taking a step back and gesturing towards the warehouse again. ❝ Take what you want. ❞ His voice cracked as he uttered with defeat, shoulders slumping before shifting his gaze to watch Badlanders walking away with their things. Green chose his battles well, even though it broke his heart to watch all of his hard work wash down the drain yet again.

With a long exhalation and a bitter look in his eyes, Green promised to himself that this would be the last time they’d ever screw him over this way again. Whilst all instincts told him that flight was the only option, he still had a little bit of fight left in him. They'd find out some day.

[truce.]

[align=center][div style="width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 6pt; letter-spacing: 2.5px; word-spacing: 0px; line-height: 12px; color: #000"]Whatever would win them over.

This wasn’t exactly what Reggie was into, but it would be the closest thing he could experience to his and Narcissa’s normal routine together. Steal from the dead, except these people were not yet dead. Perhaps the more that they’d steal from them, the less likely they’d make it to the end of the year, and so perhaps a raid such as this was nearly like the reverse of what he and Narcissa spent their lives doing. And, as long as there was no trouble, Reggie barely cared to get his hands dirty.

Following Salem into the District, he toed the line as he slipped into one of the closer warehouses, scratching around for any supplies. Eyes narrowed, isolating himself to search on his own, until he eventually found a couple of canned provisions. He glanced over his shoulder, searching for any prying eyes, before he lowered his rucksack to the ground and began to separate the cans in compartments inside the rucksack; most of the supplies for The Badlands, a couple of him and Narcissa. If people were to find that he was hoarding supplies for himself, he’d likely be punished, but he’d gotten away with it so far without much concern.

Soon, Reggie began to make his way back outside in order to investigate another warehouse when he came face to face with a woman and an approaching man who were clearly from the District itself. Eyes shifted towards Salem, before he whipped his head back to stare towards the Northerners as the man began to put up a fight. Without any weapons on him, Reggie would not be too concerned about these two Northerners. All they had to do was hold them off for long enough for the Badlanders to grab what they needed and bounce. And so, Reggie casually went to hover his hand over his handgun, watching the Northerners as the man visibly adjusted his attitude. Whatever silenced them would be good enough for Reggie.

[Shiloh !]

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SALEM

ENTRY #01

8.15.16

BL ENFORCER

[div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 333px; min-height: 347px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 7pt; color: #000000; line-height: 99%;"]Salem wasn't concerned when Amor came up to her. She'd mumbled something about touring the town, being a loner of sorts, but she could tell that both Grizzly and the girl saw right through her act. Even still, the blood chilling fear didn't set in until she heard the familiar voice.

With wide eyes, she turned to stare at Green. Her shoulders instinctually curled inwards in spite of herself, and her lip trembled. She was so happy to see him, even though his features were tight with anger and his voice was brutal and cutting. She wanted to tell him about the kitten she found, and her training to get stronger, and her confrontation with her mother. They could laugh and stay up all night, drinking cheap liquor and throwing rocks off the roof of their house, like the old times.

But she knew better than that: things had changed too much for them to ever do anything like that again. Instead, she simply took a deep breath and pleaded, "Green, we're all dying.  I...can't stop treating this place like my home. It never was, and you know that. The Badlands is my home now." She reached out to put a hand on his shoulder--a gesture of physical affection she hardly showed to anyone--but he had stepped back by this point.

Take what you want. She crumbled at his words, her lips twitching to fight off a frown. She'd wished the Badlanders would hurry up with the damn supplies already; she felt as though she resented them now.

VITALS

> overall status: 100%

> physical status: stable.
> physical health: 100%
> physical afflictions: none yet.
> minor injuries: none yet.
> major injuries: none yet.

> mental status: stable.
> current status: stable.
> mental health: 100%
> mental illnesses: None
> mental damage: None

TAGS

━ ━xGENERAL
> Elisa Barone | "Salem"
> Female
> 23
━ ━xAPPEARANCE
>Human
> Dark brown hair that varies in shade, pale, blue green eyes.
> Carries at least 2 cigars at a time, a small handgun, and a small switchblade.
> tall, lanky and a bit awkward physically.
>
━ ━xABILITIES
> N/A
> N/A
━ ━xCONFRONTATION
> medium physically | easy/medium mentally
> non-violent power-play allowed
> no kill | request maim/capture
> ask to attack in bolded, underlined and italicized black
━ ━xRELATIONSHIPS
> Lionel King x Melissa Barone 
> Half brother Rafe
> Half niece Gigi
> Cat Chrisanthymum "Chrissy"
>Bisexual | no crush
>
━ ━xOTHER
> this text + this color = this meaning

I'VE COME TOO FAR TO SEE THE END NOW

━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ even if my way is wrong

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[OLLIE.]

[align=center][div style="borderwidth; width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 14pt;"] Nemo likes it here.

It's not much, and frankly, it's quite depressing. The population is fleeting, individuals barely making it from day to day. It should be enough to drive anyone away, but not Nemo. Where there were cons, there was mostly certainly pros. The community, despite their struggle, was strong. That came together, comforted each other despite their hardships, and made best with what they got. He could tell that Green was a good guy, and that he was trying. It was something that anyone should admire, and that wasn't lost on the teenager.

Nemo is trekking back from the beach , Shithead trotting by his side when he hears the commotion. His eyes flutter towards the warehouse , and although he knows it may be smart to ignore him, he's seldom been that lately. The boy wanders further to investigate and if he didn't know better, he'd think that this was some dispute between Northerners, but he does know better. He's heard about these no-good assholes, taking advantage of Green's kindness— taking their goods , sources— it's all that he ever seems to hear about. But now he sees them in the flesh, sauntering in the warehouse as if they own the place.

It would have been a good time to be quiet. Although he brandished a weapon, a pistol wasn't gonna get him too far. These guys had weapons out of the wazoo, something in which Northstar obviously lacked. But time away from others , with nothing but an wacky old man and his dog with-no-discernible name him a little restless, and his restless frankly made him reckless. "Oh , damn! I didn't realize these lazy sack of shit were coming here I would have been sure to grab a gift basket!" Nemo says upon approaching , hands placed on his hips. "Making any other stops along the way, or is this the only group you like to bully?" He wanted to take one for the team. Wanted Green to feel less bad about a situation he couldn't control. Only, he'd learn his lesson on why he chose talking shit behind their back.

Before he had time to even react, an npc Badlander takes their gun and rams it into his face, knocking him off his feet. "Green, you ever teach your kids how to shut the [I]fuck up?"[/I] This would have been the perfect time for Shithead to be useful and attack,  but he doesn't. Instead he goes for Nemo, beginning to cover his face in a series of licks, making it hard to decipher if what was dripping from his eye drool or blood.

[Paige]

She had left Felicity in the care of an NPC, needing some time for herself and now that her daughter was one she felt a bit better about leaving her with others. Due to her past, she usually had her weapons of choice on her and due to the previous raids, she usually had two dogs with her and left two with Felicity. She had Atlas and August with her, which once she stepped onto the scene was probably a good thing. Atlas was protective of Paige and August was the most vicious when he was allowed to be.

"Glad to see the Badlands have gone downhill since I left” she commented, her brand on display with her choice of a tank top. She doubted they did those anymore but it showed her loyalty to her found family nonetheless, so she wasn't ashamed of it. Paige was never one to feel intimidated by being outnumbered, it came with the territory of being on her own for so long growing up. As did her reaction to one of them go for their gun, she grabbed her crossbow and held it, as if to show they weren't the only ones armed.

"So what you guys like taking the easy way out now? What a bunch of fuckin' pussies” she laughed before a badlander npc seemed to want to go towards her but she heard both dogs growl and seeing as they both at least looked like wolves, they seemed to back him off. She glanced over to Nemo, watching him get sent to the ground "August” she muttered, sending the northern inuit over to stand between the badlander and the boy with his dog. "You're just upset because he's right. Though I see your parents never taught you to not hit kids - or teens” she knew being called a kid as a teen when she was one was not the move, so she tagged it on for Nemo's sake. But her point still stood.

She had no authority, no rank of importance, but she'd be damned if she let them take advantage of Green's kindness. "She's not your friend, Green. If anything she's using you” she frowned, this was probably the angriest she had been in a while but if she was taught anything from her old group is that anger can be used for your benefit. "If you're using up supplies so damn quickly maybe rethink what you're doing. Jesus Christ, maybe think about raiding a bigger group who would have more supplies for you since you fucks don't seem to know how to ration...or you just don't know what that even means”

[spoiler=TAGS 5/7]
And when the time comes — general
▪ Anastasia Montgomery | Anya (rarely allows), Paige | open to nicknames
▪ AFAB | Identifies as female | she/her
▪ 21 | Born May 4th | ages real time
▪ Member of Northstar District
▪ Ex-member of The Badlands | bandana, branded

Explain to the children — physical
♦ Health: 100%
— They stand at 5'6" with medium length wavy brown hair that is mostly always down. She doesn't usually wear makeup and is usually dressed in a way that only can really be described as "tomboy". It should be noted that she has a healed brand from her time as a member of The Badlands. She can usually be seen with her daughter and most likely a northern inuit (direwolves).
— minor injuries: n/a
— major injuries: n/a

The pain and embarrassment — events
▪ 5/4 Turned twenty-one
▪ 6/27 Felicity said her first word
▪ 3/21 Became a member of Northstar District
▪ 3/7 Visted by Catalyst in Northstar District


You put their mother through — personality
— She's absolutely a teen mom that is a strong independent woman who refuses she ever needs help and hates people seeing her just as a mom like it's her only worth. Paige is a massive fighter, her dogs are trained to attack on command from Paige and she always has either a large knife or her cross-bow on her at all times. She never seems too happy in all honesty, the happiest she's been seen wasn't until her daughter was born in November.
— Maternal, Happy, Independent
— Violent, Protective, Fighter

When will you learn — relationships
▪ Richard Cassidy x Anastasia Montgomery
▪ Bisexual | Biromantic | Polyamorous
▪ Single | Crushing on no one| Maybe Crushing on no one
▪ Formerly dated Vernon Green
▪ Mother of Felicity Anastasia Green, one year
▪ "Sister" of Catalyst, "Daughter" of Molly and Mordecai
▪ Has four dogs: Atlas (m), North (m), August (m), Echo (f)

That they are your legacy? We are your legacy? — interaction
— Physically intermediate | Mentally easy
— Has four attack dogs (August is worst)
— Uses knife or crossbow
— No killing and ask before major injuries or major interactions
— To attack, [member=9567]Noccy[/member] & attack in #160291
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[Shiloh !]

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SALEM

ENTRY #01

8.15.16

BL ENFORCER

[div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 333px; min-height: 347px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 7pt; color: #000000; line-height: 99%;"]Under normal circumstances, Salem would've yelled at the npc who spoke out of turn to Nemo. She hated to admit it, but maybe not all of her loyalties were with the Badlands. But clearly, they weren't here either, or she wouldn't be raiding her best friend for every thing he had.

With a cold wave of horror, Salem realized that this was exactly what Teddy had done to her. The man she resented, hated, used to fuel her fighting sessions. She was becoming him, and it was costing her the only person who ever loved her.

She's not your friend, Green. If anything she's using you. Salem heard the words, though it sounded like they were underwater. She looked up from the spot she'd been staring at on the ground and clenched her jaw.

"Green's the only reason I'm not dead in one of these warehouses." She was trying so, so hard to keep her voice steady, but it was getting harder as the memories flooded in. "You don't know the debt I owe him."

VITALS

> overall status: 100%

> physical status: stable.
> physical health: 100%
> physical afflictions: none yet.
> minor injuries: none yet.
> major injuries: none yet.

> mental status: stable.
> current status: stable.
> mental health: 100%
> mental illnesses: None
> mental damage: None

TAGS

━ ━xGENERAL
> Elisa Barone | "Salem"
> Female
> 23
━ ━xAPPEARANCE
>Human
> Dark brown hair that varies in shade, pale, blue green eyes.
> Carries at least 2 cigars at a time, a small handgun, and a small switchblade.
> tall, lanky and a bit awkward physically.
>
━ ━xABILITIES
> N/A
> N/A
━ ━xCONFRONTATION
> medium physically | easy/medium mentally
> non-violent power-play allowed
> no kill | request maim/capture
> ask to attack in bolded, underlined and italicized black
━ ━xRELATIONSHIPS
> Lionel King x Melissa Barone 
> Half brother Rafe
> Half niece Gigi
> Cat Chrisanthymum "Chrissy"
>Bisexual | no crush
>
━ ━xOTHER
> this text + this color = this meaning

I'VE COME TOO FAR TO SEE THE END NOW

━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ even if my way is wrong

a small everyone. | beware hidden scrolling