Why should I // open+joining // fall apart for you?
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I WILL SING NO REQUIEM
Clara wasn't sure how long it'd been anymore. Months, she knew. It still felt so fresh in her mind and every time she woke up she expected to be back in her house, back in Florence where she'd been trapped. It'd taken her so long to do it, to gather up the courage and leave that awful place. She wasn't even sure where she was going as long as it was away from him. She'd woken up in the night and gathered what materials she thought she'd need from her little home and then left. Those things had only been sufficient to get her passage on a boat to a new land, a new country.  She knew everywhere was a disaster right now but maybe if she could get away from her husband then there was no place she wasn't willing to go. She had no real way to know if he had followed her to this new country and she had no way of knowing if he was even looking for her but with how possessive he'd been, she wouldn't doubt it.

So, when she had finally arrived in this new place she had gone to the nearest town and tired to learn more about the surrounding area, and even places farther away. One place had stuck out to her, a place that she knew her husband would not follow her, if only because he wouldn't think the gentle girl would go straight towards it. The Badlands. She wasn't even certain she would survive the journey there but to die was better than to be caught by her angered spouse.

But she had made it. Against all odds, she had made it here. She no longer had anything but a few clothing items she'd brought along, some food and water she had rationed over time, and her wedding band. It would seem odd to most that she still wore it but she had mostly done it because it stopped unwanted advances when she had first headed out. Besides, if it wasn't entirely successful she'd spot the largest man in the room, point to him, and claim he was her husband which seemed to scare off most people. However, she wasn't wearing it currently. She didn't care to wear it, given the memories that haunted it and for now it was tucked into the bag she still had with her after all this time. She was thankful now that she'd been able to find lighter clothing before coming here. She had her hair up thanks to a package of hair ties she'd found some time ago, she had sneakers on her feet, and she had simple jeans shorts a yellow tank top. She had looked everywhere for sunscreen before making the journey but had been unable to find a full bottle. She had been able to find one that was already mostly empty and covered as much of her body as possible but with the amount of time she'd spent walking, her skin was now taking on a light pink as the sun's rays beat down on her.

She was finally approaching the city and she felt herself tensing out of habit. While she loved the presence of others, people these days were volatile to say the least. Her bag had made her a target on more than a few times, as had her ring but she'd managed to outrun her opponents most often.
She had never really learned how to fight but she'd always found her own way out somehow and she'd do the same this time. Still, even while feeding herself reassuring words she could feel her heart hammering in her chest. She'd heard people here were even worse than elsewhere. She took a few deep breaths as she continued walking. This would be fine. She'd figure it out, just like she had figured everything out so far. It would be fine.

//hi guys!! this is my first time rping in bb so just let me know if I have anything messed up about lore/transportation/etc! I read a few of the guides but I'm not 100% sure about a few things still so if you ever see any inconsistencies in my writing, feel free to let me know. Smile 


i don't want to risk it all or go insane
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THERE'S NO RETURN FROM WHERE I'VE BEEN
❝ TRIED TO PRETEND THAT I'M AROUND . . .
————————— BIOGRAPHY / FORMER BOSS OF THE BADLANDS
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[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width:500px;font-size:9.3pt; line-height:15px; color:black;"][font=arial]// nah you're good so far!! welcome to the badlands, it's great to have you : ))

The current members of the Badlands weren't as evil as everyone thought, or at least, not in Dylan's eyes. He liked to think of them as ruthless get-shit-done type's of people. They mostly kept to themselves except from that raid last month against Northstar and the odd beating of a trespassing Flintlock member, and apart from that not a lot of evil stuff happened. They smoked, they drank, they practiced shooting and knife techniques and that was about it. Of course, Dylan knew that with the recent death of Tatiana and the chance that Charlie now has, a lot more "get-shit-done" things were on the horizon. Their big, bad reputation was going to make a comeback if Charlie had anything to do with it. Hell, after what Northstar did, even Dylan was fine with getting back to their violent, unpredictable ways.

He was out and about already, mostly to clear his head from the horrific recent events. Tatiana's death had a huge impact on him and whether he realized it or not, he liked having someone above him; Dylan had also considered Tatiana one of his closest friends, which was a rarity these days. Perhaps him letting her in is the reason she had stab wounds all over her body and her room stained with red. The nineteen year old shrugged out the miserable thoughts and focused on the task at hand -- questioning this stranger, one who appeared slightly burnt and nervous. It took a lot to not be worried when arriving at the outskirts of the city, he had to admit.

"Hey." Called the brown-haired Councilman as he approached with his long legs striding across the concrete effortlessly. His bandaged hand was limp at his side with the other hidden in the front pocket of his khaki green hoodie, holding his handgun with a steady hand. Dylan doubted he would have to shoot her but with the recent events, no chances could be taken. "I'm Dylan, can I help you with something?"

[spoiler=I CAN THANK YOU FOR HOW STRONG I HAVE BECOME ✦ TAGS, UPDATED SEPT 30]GENERAL. Wrap me up in Chanel inside my coffin
& Dylan Phillip Hearst
& 19 years old | Born December 22nd | Capricorn
& Councilman of the Badlands
& Originally from Toronto, Canada | Often speaks with a British accent
& Suffers from severe Pyrophobia (fear of fire) from a past trauma
& Identifies as male | Biologically male | He/him

APPEARANCE. Might go to Hell and there ain't no stopping
& 6'1 teenage male | Skinny and slightly underweight
& Physical health: 90% | Broken right hand/wrist and grazed ribs from a gunshot wound
& Hazel eyes | Brown hair | Scars across back from abuse
& Faceclaim is Ivan Martinez | REFERENCE
& Pierced ears | 2 finger tattoos REF and REF
& Dylan's mangled right hand resembles something from a horror movie more than real life. The limb is practically unusable and sometimes covered with a bandage, sometimes not. Most Badlanders are used to the ugly sight by now.
& WARDROBE REFERENCE

RELATIONSHIPS. Might be a sinner and I might be a saint
& Daisy Hearst + NPC father
& Twins with Anya (now goes by Samantha, Dylan is unaware of this)
& Bisexual biromantic | Single | ½ of ___
& Will react negatively to motherly/fatherly actions directed at him but loves physical interactions such as hugging and holding hands
& Has no problem in meeting new people but its impossible to get any personal information about him or his past

BATTLE TAGS. Sweet little baby in a world full of pain
& Very hard difficulty with weapons | Medium in hand-to-hand
& Skilled with guns and throwing stars/knives, has a very decent aim
& Attack in bold #cc0000 or ignored
& No maiming/death. PM [member=66]Wishy[/member] for possible capture plots
& Peaceful actions may be powerplayed


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TEAR ME TO PIECES, SKIN AND BONE [color=transparent]— ——-

HELLO, WELCOME HOME [color=transparent]— ———-—-————--
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