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[Shiloh !]

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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%;"]//cw murder mention

Salem had begun to dream.
They were always hazy, mixes of colors and intense emotions that she could never fully discern when she woke up. Sometimes she would even hear a distant scream, so familiar yet as soon as she recognized it she woke up and forgot who it could be immediately. She had never dreamed before, not consistently. Sometimes when she was stressed, she would have dreams about being killed slowly, the pain feeling so real it lingered with her in the waking world. These dreams were more ethereal in a sense, more surreal.

One night she dreamt of a face, a smiling face. It was overcome with an expression she had never seen reflected back at her, one she had tried to produce so many times but never felt in return: it was warm and bubbly and she wanted to wrap both of her hands around this face and protect it with her life. When she woke up, she found tears running down her face and Chrissy circling her, letting out small chirps of alarm. Salem scoffed in amusement; she wasn't sad, so why was she crying? Her hands trembled as she reached to wipe her face, surprised to see that even after she ran the edge of her palm against her cheek the tears continued to flow. Chrissy climbed onto her lap, purring, and she couldn't help but concede. Perhaps the shop would stay closed today.

Salem decided it would be best to try and take her mind off the dream, despite the warmth it brought to her. She grabbed an old, raggedy towel that she had found in the junkyard a while back and made her way towards the sandy coastline, furry paws kicking up sand behind her. The ocean's calm,, Salem thought. She would usually have her guard up during unusual situations like this, considering she was used to the roaring waves crashing into the shore. This time, however, Salem felt as calm as the glassy water in front of her. As Chrissy began kneading the old towel, preparing to make it into a nest of her own, Salem waded into the water, deeper than she had ever gone. She had very basic, if any, knowledge on how to swim. When she kicked her legs up to the surface of the water, however, she felt her arms naturally fling above her head, frozen in both terror and excitement. It took only a moment for her to realize that she was floating, the small waves gently rocking underneath her soaked body. 

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
> 23
━ ━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
> UNBORN CHILD
> 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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[vesania.]

♔  Ves' dreams were almost always blank. The nights he dreamt were nights he knew where he could wake up without the cold stare, or the faceless image, of his parents. His mother's face was always muddled and missing, while his father would stare at him. He would get close and stare, whisper and scream about Ves' failures. The nights where Ves would dream were also restless nights. The visions that would bloom in his skull were not nice ones. Seeing his father's face when Ves pushed him. Watching him, crumpled up at the bottom of the stairs.

♔  Ves would often shoot up from his slumber, sitting upright and heaving. Twinkie would be at his side, jumping up onto her pudgy little paws and in his lap, patting his face while he sat there and stared. Ves never cried after these dreams. It was always a relief to watch his father fall. He just wished that Axel would understand that he did what he had to.

♔  The albino was currently walking along the streets of the Badlands, taking in the sights and learning where things were--not like he'd remember them, of course. Twinkie was happily cradled in his heavily tattooed arms, purring away and watching the world go by, in the shade of Ves' ridiculously large straw hat. She caught sight of Salem and her cat, her purring slowing down in curiosity. She chirped, as if watching a bird, and wiggled in Ves' arms until he put her down. She took off, and Ves went running after her.

♔  He often followed her blindly, having put so much trust into her. He grabbed onto the brim of his hat as he chased after, until they reached the beach. Twinkie's paws sunk into the sand and she immediately pulled back, shaking her paws and circling Ves' feet. He reached down to pick her up, his hat slipping off and making him grab it again. It was then that Ves noticed Salem, and, curious as ever, he followed her to the waterline, setting Twinkie down next to Chrissy.

♔  "Hello?" Ves spoke up, adjusting his hat.

♔  He watched her float in the ocean and sat down, pulling his legs under his hat's shade so the sun wouldn't bother him. He had learned the hard way (and from his brother's constant nagging), that the sun was not good for his seemingly fragile skin. Ves pet Twinkie while she stared at Chrissy, not wanting to get too close in case the other feline was not friendly. She laid down at Ves' side and decided to watch the ocean too.

♔  "TEXT!"

[spoiler=//tags — updated ;; 09/01/21]
general
> vesania bielschmidt | ves, vessie
> male ;; he/him
> 27 years ;; ages real time ;; april 18th
> badlands ;; loner / previous los santos leader

physical
> physical health ;; 90%
> minor injuries ;; n/a
> major injuries ;; n/a
> important things to note ;; situs inversus, the reverse/mirroring of major organs

appearance
> long, white hair ; pink-red eyes ; rather thin, small shoulders and wider hips ; 6'01" ; 160 lbs
> tattoos on his whole body, including face ; piercings all over body as well, including ears, left eyebrow, nose, tongue, chest, naval, and other spots ; forked tongue ; sharpened canines
> wears a patchy, old vest with a fur collar ; ripped skinny jeans ; no shoes
> carries a picture of his brother ; some pocket change ; possibly a flask
> important things to note ;; ves has albinism

personality
> very laid back and flirty ; he is easy-going and likes to make jokes ; hides a lot about himself ; really difficult to gain his trust ; just as easily to lose it ; doesn't settle well if he is getting bad vibes from somebody ; very childish when he trusts someone ; bit of a goofball ; very blunt when talking ; not worried about how his words may affect someone ; suspicious of people he first meets ; starts things if he knows he's gaining something from it
> adhd ; ptsd
> plays with his hair often ; blinks really hard during conversations ; is unable to make eye contact

relationships
> pheobe bielschmidt x henry bielschmidt ;; pheobe - m.i.a ; henry - deceased
    > henry passed in freak accident
    > pheobe went missing at scene of the crime
> axel bielschmidt ; chris bielschmidt ;; axel - alive ; chris - deceased
    > chris passed away due to an illness
> pansexual ; demiromantic
> no known crushes

interaction/confrontation
> easy mentally | medium physically
> has no filter | ALL IC OPINIONS
> 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 him talking." ;; his speech is in italics
> this is him thinking ;; thoughts are in italics
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[Shiloh !]

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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%;"]Salems ride on cloud nine quickly came to an end when she heard Ves's voice. Her head jolted up, disrupting the fully horizontal posture she had held, leaving her to flail around in the water. She had forgotten, albeit momentarily, that she didn't know how to swim.

She had pulled her legs up in order to thrash more effectively, though this was a mistake. The water wasn't too deep, actually; Salem could stand if she wanted to. Instead, she slowly sand and inhaled mouthfuls of saltwater until her feet finally grazed the bottom of the ocean floor. Relieved to have found some sort of solid ground, Salem stood straight up until the waves were only up to her chest and turned to face Ves while trying to stifle coughing up seawater.

It's the newcomer with the cat, She realized upon seeing him. She began to wade out of the water, not only because she didn't want to risk drowning again, but she also wanted to make sure that Chrissy, who was contentedly sniffing Twinkie, was safe. She had little doubt that Ves was a threat, considering he was a fellow cat owner, but she was no longer the type to be overly trusting of anyone, especially not here.

"Hello," Salem sputtered between coughs as she walked up towards her towel. She cleared her throat before continuing, now looming over a sitting Ves. "Vesania, correct? Salem. This is Chrisanthemum." She motioned towards Chrissy, who had stood up, uninterested in Twinkie, and begun to circle Salem, confused at her wet and dripping state.

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
> 23
━ ━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
> UNBORN CHILD
> 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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[NIKOLAI]

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"About as graceless as a baby horse."

A wry comment slices through what was perhaps considered a casual, friendly conversation. Nikolai appears seemingly out of nowhere, though he has been observing the scene for several minutes. He was as silent as the night, having stealthily weaved through the abandoned streets towards the moonlit beach, the roar of crashing waves filling his ears. He is not here to pry, as he tends to be someone who is rather reserved and keeps to himself, though he cannot help but comment on Salem's, er, interesting display in the water.

A pale moon glistens within the pools of his dull, chocolate hued eyes. His neutral gaze is fixed on Salem after having glanced at Vesania briefly. Arms folded, the dark-dressed man inquires bluntly, "Do you actually know how to swim or are you trying to drown yourself?" Again, Nikolai could have done well with just keeping his distance and minding his own business, but boredom had him within its grasp. Plus, it was a bit odd to see people out on the beach at this hour. Was he interrupting something?

[Shiloh !]

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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 took energy for Salem to stop oggling Twinkie. However, Nik's abrupt comments made it easy. She whipped her head around, still sitting, her mouth pulled into a thin, white line.

"I...do I know you?" Her words had meant to come out icy and cutting, but she ended up fumbling over them, sounding as though she was still getting used to her tongue. Aside from her mother, which she had been preparing for for years, she had never been faced with such abrupt confrontation. Her first instinct was to run and hide, to dig herself a hole in the gravelly sand and curl up there until Nikolai left. She had no explanation for what she did, really: She loved the water but never had the privilege of learning how to swim. She shouldn't have gone so far into the water, but she wasn't about to admit that. And despite almost drowning, she had no regrets regarding what she did. Hell, she wanted to do it right now, float out to sea where she would be far away from Nikolai, Teddy and everyone else who was making her life difficult.

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
> 23
━ ━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
> UNBORN CHILD
> 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

a small everyone. | beware hidden scrolling