text 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%;"]It was strange to admit, but Salem was excited to have someone over to her house. She had hit it off with Mike after he played the piano in the casino; he took the time to educate her on Billy Joel, and Salem couldn't help but genuinely feel engaged. Not just by the topic of music, but by the man himself. Mike never seemed to be happy, always living in an impenetrable grey cloud. Salem didn't know why that was, and while she'd never admit it, she was curious as to what was going on with him. So, as a result of her tipsiness, she had invited him over.
Salem was working on putting the pizza in the oven when she heard the knock on the door. It was the only thing she knew how to make, though she didn't make it well. As soon as it slipped in, she walked over to the door to let in her guest. 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.
>
━ ━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
[align=center] [table] | trigger warnings alcohol, death, lots of blood, profanity, heavy violence, religion.
tags 45 years old, difficult/hard opponent, nonviolent interactions are open, pm or ask for violent interactions.
| [/table] "speech" 'thought' text
There was something to be said for the solitude Michael seemed to force himself in to. Though it was not a very healthy thing for the former soldier to do, in fact it was a very unhealthy coping mechanism that Mike had picked up. He never seemed able or willing to talk about his feelings, though why should he, he had no friends here! Only vague acquaintances. And he was trapped here, unable to leave, unwilling to stay.
After his conversation over music with Tommy and Salem... as well as that young woman who seemed to hang around Teddy a bit. His demeanor had thawed ever so slightly. Enough so that he’d asked to make a call on Salem, though he rarely did such things even before the Badlands was thrust upon him.
As he waited for her to open the door after rapping sharply a few times he thought about how different life really was now, with the Knopes at the helm. He had to admit that he didn’t like it. Didn’t like it one bit, but what was to be done? "Hello Salem." He spoke softly, emotionlessly as she opened the door.
"May I come in?" He inquired gravely.
[align=center] MICHAEL FORD Michael Ford is a 45 year old, man, he's stubbornly loyal to whatever cause he chooses, protective of his family and friends, he's a member of the Badlands. Michael has issues controlling his anger in most situations. He is a difficult opponent and well trained, feel free to power play nonviolent interactions though.
text 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%;"]Salem nodded, "Of course, Mike. Welcome." She then stepped away from the doorframe and gestured to inside the house. She'd tried to clean up the first floor, though it still reeked of tea. Hell, what else should it smell like? She did sell tea on the main floor, after all. "I have a pizza in the oven, in case you were interested in eating. In fact, let me just lead you upstairs. There's nothing down here unless you're looking to buy some tea." She jerked her head towards the staircase in the corner before starting up. She was never the type to initiate conversations, but judging from Mike's demeanor, she figured she'd have to be the one to initiate conversation in this setting."How have you been?" 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.
>
━ ━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
[align=center] [table] | trigger warnings alcohol, death, lots of blood, profanity, heavy violence, religion.
tags 45 years old, difficult/hard opponent, nonviolent interactions are open, pm or ask for violent interactions.
| [/table] "speech" 'thought' text
The smell of tea brought back memories of Jenny with her curly red hair, her dainty freckled nose, the way she walked through a room. She always smelled like tea... he’d never stopped to wonder why, but the smell brought a heavy ache to his heart. And all he wanted to do was bury his face in anything that smelled like her and breathe it in.
Twenty long years she’d been gone. And all that guilt, anger, hatred rushed back to him like a wave. He shook his head, what was Salem saying? He’d lost touch with reality and wasn’t sure exactly what she was trying to say to him. How had he been? That seemed like a loaded question. One she didn’t need to know the answer to.
Quietly he responded. "Doing alright. Yourself?" He really wasn’t much of a conversationalist. He pulled a tin of mints from his pocket and offered it to her. "I was told growing up you always bring your host a gift, it’s not much but I don’t got a lot in ways of goodies." He explained.
He climbed the stairs, the smell of pizza wafting into his nostrils. He wondered what his veggie garden could do for her pizza... he should ask if she wanted fresh vegetables... later. "What do you have by ways of protection... ms Salem?" He asked bluntly, getting to the point of his visit almost immediately. He didn’t want anyone in the badlands to be defenseless regardless of who was the boss here.
"I’m asking because I wanted to offer anything in my arsenal if... you want it." He added quickly realizing his question could raise eyebrows. He offered an apologetic shrug of his shoulders.
[align=center] MICHAEL FORD Michael Ford is a 45 year old, man, he's stubbornly loyal to whatever cause he chooses, protective of his family and friends, he's a member of the Badlands. Michael has issues controlling his anger in most situations. He is a difficult opponent and well trained, feel free to power play nonviolent interactions though.
text 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%;"]Salem stopped at the top of the stairs and cocked her head with a smile before taking the mints. "Thank you. Truthfully, I've never tried one of these before." There were a lot of things she'd never tried. She examined the tin, turning it over once in her hands before shoving it in her pocket and making her way over to the small table that sat almost directly in front of the coal oven, it's metal-lined interior standing out from the rest of the house. She raised an eyebrow at his question and paused, tracing her fingers along the wood grain of the table. Truthfully, she didn't have anything but a switchblade. However, she wasn't about to admit that to a complete stranger. "I'm just fine, thank you. However, I may be interested in your arsenal." She turned to face him, leaning back against the table and sticking a hand back in her pocket, fishing for a cigar. Upon pulling one out, she asked, "would you like one?" 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.
>
━ ━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
12-18-2020, 07:20 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-18-2020, 08:04 PM by MICHAEL..)
[align=center] [table] | trigger warnings alcohol, death, lots of blood, profanity, heavy violence, religion.
tags 45 years old, difficult/hard opponent, nonviolent interactions are open, pm or ask for violent interactions.
| [/table] "speech" 'thought' text
Salem’s genuine thanks for the mints was enough to put a brief smile on the gruff man’s face. Though it was barely visible how quickly it vanished, smiles were rare for the old soldier, more rare than laughter, as the later could be bitter, his quick smile however was the sincere, genuine artifact.
He tilted his head to the side and watched the young woman with keen brown eyes. Fingers drumming on his belt knife sheath he looked curiously at her as she spoke. Upon the offer of the cigar his brows shot up, he had seen her smoking before, but it was not until now that it truly registered that she smoked. "Sure, thanks."
He seated himself and pulled from a holster a small handgun. Nothing too dangerous, though like any weapon in trained hands it could be deadly. "This here is a nice and tasteful little weapon." He pulled out a small box which had bullets in it.
"And here are 25 rounds. Gun holds 10. Be sparse with them, it’s important to practice, but ammo isn’t as easy to come by as it used to be." Making casings was easy, the process of making gunpowder... less so. He put both on the table. He really didn’t expect anything in return, and he wasn’t about to admit just how many weapons he currently had stockpiled.
He’d been collecting them since before he’d come to the Badlands. But his collection had grown since then from raiding and trading.
[align=center] MICHAEL FORD Michael Ford is a 45 year old, man, he's stubbornly loyal to whatever cause he chooses, protective of his family and friends, he's a member of the Badlands. Michael has issues controlling his anger in most situations. He is a difficult opponent and well trained, feel free to power play nonviolent interactions though.
text 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%;"]Her hand, which had reached into her pocket and extended with a fresh cigar to give to Mike, now froze in mid-air when she saw the gun. She had no idea how to use one, though she'd seen plenty of other people use them before. She figured it was just load, point, cock, shoot, right?
"Thank you." She forced a smile onto her face, her arm still reaching out with the cigar. "How can I repay you?" 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.
>
━ ━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
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