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[truce.]

— Silas probably could've left after showing Austin to the Badlands, but he wasn't satisfied yet. After all, reuniting Austin with his family didn't go according to plan. Cat was not around. Now, a part of Silas would want to snoop, ask why they weren't around but instead, all Silas did was nod his head when and NPC made some comment that Cat was still out of Badlands territory. Oh well. Silas knew they'd return eventually, and so they'd wait. After all, he was just dying to see their face after finding out about what a Saint Silas had been to bringing their family back together in one peace.

And so, he'd been sent to sit in the hotel by Addy, the only place Silas assumed the Badlands could trust him nosing around in. He'd claimed he needed to rest his weary legs just for a moment - after all, he did just return not only a 'Badlander' back safely, but he'd brought the leader's father back into the picture for them. Curious eyes searched each and every detail as he was lead through the town - sure it was an impressive place, but did it have a bunch of cattle and mustangs? Nope. Wasn't like home at all. Silas sunk into one of the sofas once he was shown to the hotel lobby, kicking his feet up on the table and leaning back as he watched some Badlanders play billiards mindlessly, features looking utterly bored of sitting around doing nothing.

A part of him wanted to stand up, confidently saunter over and try join in with the game, but he doubted things would go well. If the rest of the Badlanders shared the same opinion of Silas with Cat, Silas knew that he ought to not ruffle any feathers, yet. People didn't like him. So far, creeping his way into the lion's den was so fuckin' dull. Eyes dramatically rolled basically to the back of his skull, groaning quietly to himself before turning his head to the side. And, that was when he saw her.

At first, he did a double take, not quite consciously grasping on the familiar face at first until he realized who it was. And he felt his heart leap into his throat. Sitting up swiftly, he gawked over in silence before finally standing up and calling across the room, "Oi. Frankie, you shit." Words were gruff, but only she'd know that it was a subtle sign of endearment. Stood like an idiot in the lobby, corners of his lips twitched, not quite wanting to show any sign of softness whilst in the Badland's territory, yet showing enough signs of tenderness towards his best friend. After all, he'd not seen the depressed lil shit in ages. She deserved a God damn hug before he interrogated her for ever leaving him.

// pls wait for [member=9827]frankie m.[/member] [member=34]demaury[/member] to reply first!!

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♛ silas porter overton // sy, overton, dipshit
♛ male // he/him
♛ twenty five // ages real time // born fifteenth april
♛ leader of bluestem prairie
♛ formerly member of camp apocalypse
♛ formerly right hand man in children of abaddon
♛ established BP - fifth march 2039
♛ currently cultivates the crops for BP

appearance.
♛ faceclaim - evan peters
♛ voice claim - evan peters (tw. blood & gore in video)
♛ 5'11ft // under-worked frame // slightly paunchy
♛ dark chocolate eyes and disheveled brunet hair
♛ physical health - 100% // current injuries: none
♛ mental health - 95% // suffers paranoia and delusions of grandeur

personality.
♛ impetuous, spontaneous and hostile
♛ volatile, overemotional // acts rashly
♛ very loud // loves to hear the sound of his own voice
♛ pompous and overly confident // sees himself as number one
♛ assertive and knows exactly how to get what he wants
♛ outspoken and extroverted // stormy personality
♛ playfully chaotic // enjoys having fun whilst tearing the world apart
♛ cunning and slimy // hard to work out what his intentions are
♛ low self-esteem yet hides this through over-confidence
♛ intelligent and caring to those who can see passed his bullish semblance
♛ scarily loyal towards his favorite people
♛ embarrassingly flirtatious // flirts with anything that moves
♛ clownish and sees most serious matters lightheartedly // immature

relationships.
♛ james overton x nadia overton // whereabouts unknown
♛ six siblings // three brothers & three sisters
♛ bisexual biromantic
♛ crushing on anna // single
♛ has an eight year old son, riley james // known as james
♛ owns two chickens // marilee & zelda
♛ owns four dogs // ghost, fang, bandit and jekyll
♛ owns three horses // tinker, rawhide and tex

interaction.
♛ storage // plot
♛ physically: hard // mentally: hard
♛ very strategic // usually has an ulterior motive
♛ unpredictable - dangerous with a gun & explosives
♛ cares very little about ending lives for his own gain
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[frankie m.]

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frankie had heard about the reunion. personally, the woman didn't have any clue who the people were nor did she care much for thei business. that mushy gushy family stuff never appealed to her, she actually got angry sometimes. not once had she had the chance to experience that warmth and kindness that came with a family that genuinely cared for one another. this response may be the result of the mistreatment she received growing up from her father. her mother leaving her and her older sister before frankie was even able to comprehend any number after ten. that wasn't the end of it, no, no. when frankie was thirteen, she awoke one morning to find her sister missing along with all her stuff. there was no trace of the woman and frankie was blamed for it.

and yet, despite her father's anger over allison's running away, he made no move to try to find her. rather, the man had moved the focus of his abuse on to his only daughter. what started out as pure terror and distress manifested itself into unbridled rage. frankie lashed out more often which only worsened.. things as time went on. instead of growing smaller and accepting of what came her way, she would scream back and fight. she scratched at him when he'd grab her; hell, she bit his arm one time and drew blood. every morning it was a new fight and they only grew louder and louder, to the point she lost her voice completely. it wasn't until she was sixteen that frankie followed in her sister's footsteps and ran as far as she could from what could be considered a living hell.

so yes, frankie found cute, familial moments disgusting. call it what you will; anger, jealousy, disgust.. she'd deny the second of the three. she never got jealous. there was no reason for frankie to be jealous of people having a good family, sharing good moments, and laughing and smiling and telling each other how much they loved one another. frankie didn't care that she never experienced that — or, that's what she told herself. it wasn't like she watched these seemingly loving families from afar with a sharp pang in her chest and tears threatening to spill, but never did. it wasn't like she wondered sometimes about what it would have been like had her mother taken allison and her away from their father instead of abandoning them with the boogie man himself.

and she just got angrier.

here she was; pissed off at the world for the sole reason that the universe had chosen to give somebody else the break she felt she deserved. her hands clenched and unclenched by her sides, her eyes closed. she took in breaths through her nose to calm herself down with the intention of leaving the building. she had reached into the pocket of her cardigan and shakily pulled out the packet of cigarettes, opening it up and taking one out. she placed it in her mouth, hanging limply from her lips, as she took out a lighter and tried to light the "son of a bitch" with her trembling hands. ❝ come on, son of a bi- ❞

her words were cut off abruptly when she heard her name called. it wasn't the fact someone in this place was actually addressing her, it was the person the voice belonged to. she froze in her spot and turned around to confirm her suspicions. frankie's eyes widened and her lips parted in a silent gasp, making the unlit cigarette fall to the ground. there was no hesitation when she sprinted towards the oh-so familiar man. frankie's first instinct was to fall into him, wrapping he arms tightly around him and grip tightly onto the fabric of his shirt. she didn't cry very often in front of people, and she didn't cry out of pure joy either, but there was no denying the overwhelming amount of joy she felt seeing silas standing here. feeling the tears form in the corners of her eyes she shut them, trying her damnedest to keep them from falling; a few managing to escape and roll down her cheeks.

she didn't want to let go in fear that, if she did, he'd be gone.