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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%;"]It had been a long few days.

Between managing her tea and cigar business, and still having time to treat injured patients, it was a miracle Salem still had the mental capacity to take care of Jasper, and furthermore, herself. She hadn't been motivated to do anything purely for herself in a while: most places she went, she took Jasper, and if she didn't, it was for a reason. She was just too exhausted to pick up a book, or go to the beach on her own, and Teddy's recent announcement didn't help. At this point, Salem simply wanted to disappear into her work and pour herself into anything not directly related to herself.

Waking up with the sun, as usual, she filled up Chrissy's food bowl, fed Jasper, and switched her store's sign to open. For today, she needed to take inventory of all the teas she currently had and the ones she was running low on, and considering how much her cigar business was picking up, she probably needed to find a time within the next day to pick some more tobacco leaves. With a sigh, she plopped down on her desk and propped her feet up on her desk, shutting her eyes for a moment. A very brief moment of peace.
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
> 24
━ ━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
> Son Jasper
> 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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MARIAN MONROE
it's the god that heroin prays to
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Marian had to get used to settling back into the Badlands, through aggressive newcomers who thought they had a good, proper place, when they were just as lowly as she was. The only thing she had, if barely, was seniority. She managed to chase them away, or charm them, either or, she wasn't being as bothered as she originally was. Even now, as she was walking towards Salem's little store, there was someone giving her problems. Marian just stood there, patiently, smiling, while this person was trying to make her feel very unwelcome.

Marian only leaned close, whispered something at this person, and watched them back away and sulk off.

The store's bell would chime as the blonde stepped in, trying to be quiet. She closed the door, reaching a hand up and stopping the bell from chiming again when the door closed. She let go slowly, then turned back to see Salem napping. Of course, Marian mused, brows lightly raised with a slight smile on her face. She liked to see Salem was resting. She deserved it. The blonde perused the isles, giving Salem a little bit more time to rest before she wandered over to the desk and leaned on it.

"Hello, doll." She hummed, lightly tapping her fingers on the counter.

[spoiler=//tags — updated ;; 09/01/21]
general
> marian monroe ;; mari
> female ;; she/her
> 23yrs ;; ages real time ;; july 9th
> the badlands

physical
> physical health ;; 90%
> minor injuries ;; n/a
> major injuries ;; n/a
> important things to note ;; n/a

appearance
> medium, curly blonde hair ; bright blue eyes ; average, thin shoulders and slightly wider hips ; 5'4" ; 240 lbs
> no body modifications
> always a dress, with matching gloves and shoes and lipstick
> lipstick ; a few switchblades ; a flask
> important things to note ;; n/a

personality
> very friendly and flirty ; comes across as aloof ; very smart and cunning ; booksmarts > streetsmarts ; forgetful
> alcoholism
> no tics

relationships
> she left her parents at a young age and does not remember them
> no siblings
> pansexual
> no crush/tbd

interaction/confrontation
> medium mentally | medium physically
> non-violent power play allowed
> will not attack/kill/maim/capture without asking the author
> do not kill/maim/capture without asking me (timothy)
> if you want to attack, use this colour (red) and underline it

misc importance
> "this is her talking." ;; speech is bolded
> this is her thinking ;; thoughts are in italics
[/spoiler]
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she/her. badlands. medium. REF. BIO.
#psychosocial.


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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%;"]When she first started the store, Salem tried to remain professional whenever she was in a customer's presence: hell, even when the storefront was empty, she was sitting up straight and pouring herbs into paper bags, or writing on said bags, or scribbling out the last word she wrote and rewriting it because she had spelled it wrong. After a few months, she started kicking her feet up a little; she would gaze out onto the street while the customers perused, feet extended up onto her desk, or she'd whip out the notebook that she usually used for writing practice and just drew random squiggles. After she threw up in front of her store front, however, she lowered her own standards of professionalism to the floor.

Salem had admittedly done a bit more than just closed her eyes for a moment. As soon as her eyelids closed, she had slipped into darkness, a welcome change of pace compared to the hustle and bustle of her every day life. Drool was running down her chin, and she was snoring slightly. Upon hearing the tap on her desk, Salem jolted upright, the hair by her ears fluffed out, and mumbled incoherently, "What can I help you with?" Even in her bleary state, Salem could still recognize Marian by her iconic blonde hair and delicate posture.

Of course. The moment I let my guard down, she decides to visit. Salem quickly turned her back to Marian, rubbing her eyes and wiping her face with the back of her hand. She pinched the bridge of her nose, inhaled, let the shame wash over her for a moment, and then let out a sigh.

"My apologies." God, why did she have to be so formal all the time? Salem bit the inside of her lip to keep herself from groaning. After a moments pause, she added, "What brings you here?"
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
> 24
━ ━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
> Son Jasper
> 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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MARIAN MONROE
it's the god that heroin prays to
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"Oh dear, I'm sorry to wake you," Marian's brows pinched as she watched the woman turn to wipe her face, no doubt. Marian offered her a handkerchief that she kept in her purse. "You're alright, love. I'm glad to see you rest, I was just...wondering, if you had any tobacco."

Well, truth be told, she just wanted to come and catch up with Salem. She needed some sort of an excuse to come and talk to the woman other than just...talking to her. She may have seemed so flawless, but she was very awkward when it came to talking to people she had a proper, actual liking for. To someone who made her stomach break out into knots. She didn't need Salem to know, though. She was sure that the woman probably wanted nothing to do with her, after just leaving like that. Marian, for sure, completely understood if Salem wanted nothing to do with her.

"I can help you look for it!" She offered, putting her handkerchief back into her purse. "It's... been a long time since I've been in here, I... I wouldn't know where to start, but- if you could point me in the right direction my dear, I would gladly assist." She seemed to curtsey.

Or maybe she did, crossing one leg over the other, grabbing the edge of her dress, and bending slightly at the waist, but subtly enough to be easily looked over. She adjusted her purse on her arm and looked down at Salem patiently, her blue eyes watching. Waiting. Part of her felt guilty for waking the poor mother, but she'd feel so awkward just standing around in the store until Salem came-to.

[spoiler=//tags — updated ;; 09/01/21]
general
> marian monroe ;; mari
> female ;; she/her
> 23yrs ;; ages real time ;; july 9th
> the badlands

physical
> physical health ;; 90%
> minor injuries ;; n/a
> major injuries ;; n/a
> important things to note ;; n/a

appearance
> medium, curly blonde hair ; bright blue eyes ; average, thin shoulders and slightly wider hips ; 5'4" ; 240 lbs
> no body modifications
> always a dress, with matching gloves and shoes and lipstick
> lipstick ; a few switchblades ; a flask
> important things to note ;; n/a

personality
> very friendly and flirty ; comes across as aloof ; very smart and cunning ; booksmarts > streetsmarts ; forgetful
> alcoholism
> no tics

relationships
> she left her parents at a young age and does not remember them
> no siblings
> pansexual
> no crush/tbd

interaction/confrontation
> medium mentally | medium physically
> non-violent power play allowed
> will not attack/kill/maim/capture without asking the author
> do not kill/maim/capture without asking me (timothy)
> if you want to attack, use this colour (red) and underline it

misc importance
> "this is her talking." ;; speech is bolded
> this is her thinking ;; thoughts are in italics
[/spoiler]
space
she/her. badlands. medium. REF. BIO.
#psychosocial.


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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%;"]Tobacco? Salem's heart sank a bit. A part of her believed that Marian had come to visit and catch up, since it had been so long since they'd seen each other. Most people would flatter themselves and believe that Marian's use of pet names in conversation were indicators of interest, but Salem knew that that was just how she was. At least, that's what she made herself believe.

Now that her life was just starting to settle down, she couldn't afford to get her hopes up only to be disappointed again. Her heart had been broken in ways she didn't even know were possible, and she just wanted to quietly collect the pieces and maybe, one day, fit them back together somehow. However...Salem's jaw dropped an inch at the slight curtsy. She let herself sit in stunned silence once more at Marain's entire presence: her looks, her manner of speaking that washed over a person like a warm blanket, all of the feelings she had been attempting to suppress coming back up for a moment before she shoved them back down with a quick shake of her head.

"Of course, all of my tobacco stores are in the basement." Salem stood up from her desk chair shakily, her eyes not leaving Marian.

She couldn't help it. It had been so long, and she had missed her so much...a little bit of small talk couldn't break her heart any further.

"How have you been settling in?" Salem proposed, opening the door that led to the musty basement and waited for Marian to join 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
TAGS
━ ━xGENERAL
> Elisa Barone | "Salem"
> Female
> 24
━ ━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
> Son Jasper
> 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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