08-04-2021, 07:45 PM
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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%;"]Spiking Flintlock's alcohol at the Badlands' party had been a test. Salem had seen NPC's from Flintlock come in holding bottles of homemade liquor, and she carefully observed as those who drank cocktails made from it slowly grew pale and began to clutch their stomach.
She'd proven that her concoction of herbs worked - no one died, but people got sick enough to complain. In the mason jar she held in her hand was a more potent mixture of the same herbs she'd used at the party, aloe, broom flower, and bearberry. She heaved herself through the snowy hills, hoping that the extreme cold didn't effect the potency of her mixture, until she reached the town. She scanned the area for a bar, which, as she was told, contained the kegs. Upon spotting it, Salem began to creep around towards the back of it, hoping the crunch of her feet in the snow went unnoticed by the townspeople. She leaned against the backside of the building for a moment, partially to catch her breath and partially to seem unsuspicious. Then, when she was sure no one was looking, she felt around for an unlocked window, hoisting herself through after securing and opening one. Once inside, she sighed: the back area was empty and contained the kegs that she needed to spike. She started with the keg closest to her, unscrewing the top and pouring a bit of her it, and pouring some of her solution through the small opening. She then screwed the top back on and repeated this process down the line, unscrewing and pouring until she was out of her solution and almost all of the kegs were spiked. Salem's arms felt like jello: she wasn't sure how she was going to haul herself back out through the window in which she came. Even worse, she could hear the front room of the bar growing rowdy, the noise easily flooding through the door that hid her from her enemies. As she made her way back towards the window, she prayed that nobody came back and saw her.
She'd proven that her concoction of herbs worked - no one died, but people got sick enough to complain. In the mason jar she held in her hand was a more potent mixture of the same herbs she'd used at the party, aloe, broom flower, and bearberry. She heaved herself through the snowy hills, hoping that the extreme cold didn't effect the potency of her mixture, until she reached the town. She scanned the area for a bar, which, as she was told, contained the kegs. Upon spotting it, Salem began to creep around towards the back of it, hoping the crunch of her feet in the snow went unnoticed by the townspeople. She leaned against the backside of the building for a moment, partially to catch her breath and partially to seem unsuspicious. Then, when she was sure no one was looking, she felt around for an unlocked window, hoisting herself through after securing and opening one. Once inside, she sighed: the back area was empty and contained the kegs that she needed to spike. She started with the keg closest to her, unscrewing the top and pouring a bit of her it, and pouring some of her solution through the small opening. She then screwed the top back on and repeated this process down the line, unscrewing and pouring until she was out of her solution and almost all of the kegs were spiked. Salem's arms felt like jello: she wasn't sure how she was going to haul herself back out through the window in which she came. Even worse, she could hear the front room of the bar growing rowdy, the noise easily flooding through the door that hid her from her enemies. As she made her way back towards the window, she prayed that nobody came back and saw her.
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
> 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
> UNBORN CHILD
> Half brother Rafe
> Half niece Gigi
> Cat Chrisanthymum "Chrissy"
>Bisexual | no crush
>
━ ━xOTHER
> this text + this color = this meaning
> 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
> UNBORN CHILD
> 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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