「 ❝ WELCOME TO PARADISE ❞ & — O , JOINING 」

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6 months, 185 days, 4,368 hours. It had been a long journey from the east coast of the continent, and he had traveled primarily on horseback and horsedrawn wagons. Tommy was in this for the long run, leaving his home behind to start a new life. He figured that if he was going to die in this godforsaken apocalypse, he would die in paradise — a tranquil beach, with sun and sand. New York City was gloomy and stormy, the beaches were certainly not as nice there. The city was deteriorating by the day, with trash and debris clogging up the abandoned streets. Tommy was tired of all of it, and with no obligation to stay for his remaining family, he decided to pack his things and head west.

Being a newcomer to the area, Tommy hadn't a clue that this beachside city was inhabited by anyone. He obviously came at a less busy time or had just missed a border patrol, because he strolled right through the mountain pass with no issues. Tommy ended up on the beach, his guitar case and bag set down in the sand. His shoulders ached as well as his legs from walking so much, but hopefully he would now have a chance to rest.

"Looks like I made it." The New Jerseyan commented to himself and plopped down onto his behind, crossing his arms over his knees and looking out onto the ocean. This was home now. This entire sunny paradise was his for the taking... or so he thought.

[Shiloh !]

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SALEM

ENTRY #01

8.15.16

BL PROSPECTIVE

[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%;"]"What's your business here, stranger?" Salem tried to keep her words light as she loomed over the newcomer. She got the feeling he didn't mean any harm, but it was customary to make sure people weren't here to invade or hurt anyone. "You're on Badlands territory. You know that?" She longed to sit down with the stranger, maybe ask for some music, but she'd have time for that after the stranger asserted they had the intention of joining. For now, she simply teetered on her feet, watching the waves strip the shore of any loose grains of sand.

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
> N/A | "Salem"
> Female
> 23
━ ━xAPPEARANCE
>Human
> Dark brown hair that varies in shade, pale, blue green eyes.
> Carries at least 2 cigars at a time and a small switchblade.
> tall, lanky and a bit awkward physically.
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━ ━xABILITIES
> N/A
> N/A
━ ━xCONFRONTATION
> medium physically | easy mentally
> non-violent power-play allowed
> no kill | request maim/capture
> ask to attack in bolded, underlined and italicized black
━ ━xRELATIONSHIPS
> Unnamed Father x Unnamed Mother | no siblings
>Lesbian | 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

[marian .]

MARIAN MONROE

✯ it's the god that heroin prays to ✯

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Marian had been on her way to take yet another stroll on the beach when she noticed someone else there, sitting on the sand. She smiled a little and headed down the stairs, being a girl of living on the edge. She did not care if someone were harm or not- she could easily run back to the city and get someone's help. Even if she couldn't, she had a few tricks up her sleeve, like the blades that she kept nestled in her dress and her shoes.

"Hi there!" She greeted when she came close enough, slowing down her pace. She noticed Salem and took note to wave at her in greeting.

The sand was hard for Marian to traverse, as her heels dug into the soft ground and made it hard for her to stay balanced--especially when she was running. She put a gloved hand over her mouth as she caught her breath, the other hand on her stomach. Once she caught her breath, she let herself relax a little. If this man were to strike out at her, it would be on him- right? Micah, Teddy, nor Juliette could blame her for fighting back. Marian studied him for a moment to see a guitar case. Her eyes lit up upon seeing that and she smiled.

"Oh, what do you play? Is that a guitar?" She asked, coming close to study the case more, not touching it, but checking it for any secret compartments that might flip this case into a giant weapon of some sorts--unless the case was full of goodies. "Pardon my manners, I'm Marian, I just joined a week or so ago." She smiled wide and offered her hand.

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✯ she/her. badlands. medium. REF. BIO. ✯

#psychosocial.

[TEDDY.]

[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"]Luckily, one of the greatest benefits of living in a suite which directly faced the beach were the fantastic views. After all, all Teddy had to do was sit right here on his porch to watch the way dusk painted the skies a multitude of warm colours. He could also watch the way the waves lapped up towards the shore, or engulfed it depending on the ocean’s mood. It also gave Teddy the chance to people-watch.

Today came a new face, one which had Teddy rise from his seat to take a better look at. Was that a guitar case? Teddy couldn’t see all this way away, but the shape of a guitar case was all too familiar. He trotted down the steps off of his porch and down onto the beach as he went to investigate. Sure, he ought to be there for formalities, but he hoped that this too was a music man. By the time he arrived, Salem and Marian had already beat him to it.

Curious eyes gleamed as his gaze wandered across what was in fact a guitar case, then gesturing towards it before he asked, ❝ What sorta stuff do you play then? ❞ His answer wouldn’t be a potential deal breaker, but it’d certainly determine how Teddy would view Tommy. Jazz played on a guitar? Oh, it was bliss to his ears.