you got no fear of the underdog — meeting [12/06] .

[GREENIE.]

[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"]Swallowing hard, Green strode into the warehouse for today’s meeting. After the Badlands had raided the District a few days ago, it was clear that people were still somewhat shaken up, Green included. Whilst no one had died by the hands of a Badlander that day, people had still been hurt, both physically and emotionally. ❝ Okay, guys. Meeting time. ❞ Green cleared his throat as he went to stand at the front of the group, cracking a weary, hopefully reassuring smile their way.

[mickey]

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— perhaps it had been foolish for mickey to envision most all of northstar’s days to be easygoing and free of strife. it was evident that most people were still shaken up and anxious after the last few days’ events, mick glancing around gently. mick had feared the worst when it happened. if anything, he found himself feeling regretful. was there something else he could’ve done? was there more he could’ve done?

his gaze briefly turned towards arlo who sat next to him, eyes lingering for but only a moment. arlo. one of the members most shaken up by the events, though probably one of the last to let it show. his gaze lingered on the boy before he turned his gaze towards green, subtly biting the inside of his cheek, and watching as the man went to stand in front of the group. he flashed a softer, more reassuring look green’s way, as if there was any way to console the man by a look alone.

[spoiler=tags ― updated 08/31.][size=8pt]◜BASICS ┊ BURIED MY HEART IN A HOLE IN THE GROUND ◞
‣  ❝ mickey serge ❞ | mick, serge | male [he/him] .
‣ 33 years old . | may fifth; taurus.
‣  currently the prodigy of northstar district
‣  currently co-founder/co-head of st. peter’s clinic in the district alongside lucerne nouvel.

◜PERSONALITY: ISFJ ┊ THERE WAS NO ONE AROUND ◞
‣  aloof . ambitious . blunt . distant . driven . hard-working . passionate . humble . reserved . introverted . intelligent . level-headed . trustworthy . honest . caring . quiet . gentlemanly . kind . pessimistic . unreadable . stoic . withdrawn .
↳ lover of tea and cigarettes
↳ struggles with ptsd symptoms
↳ recovering alcoholic (almost one year sober)

◜ APPEARANCE ┊ BURIED MY GUILT IN A PIT IN THE SOUND ◞
‣ six foot one & one hundred and sixty seven pounds ; reference .
↳ dark brown hair kept very short on the sides and neat
↳ skinny with slight muscle tone
↳ deep blue eyes , often stoic , emotionless

◜ FAMILY ┊ I TRIED AND I TRIED AND I WAS NEVER THE SAME ◞
‣  david serge x tamara serge | father deceased . mother’s whereabouts unknown
‣ only child
‣ currently claims guardianship of arlo - doesn’t consider himself arlo’s parent

◜ RELATIONSHIPS ┊ I'LL BREAK UP THE CHAIN ◞
‣  homosexual ; monogamous | a hopeless romantic .
‣ ex-fiance to elinor rose
↳ engagement fell apart after coming to terms with mick’s sexuality .
‣  ex-lover to edmund stirling-moray
↳ the first guy he had ever been with . helped him become comfortable with his sexuality before coming out of the closet.
‣ current boyfriend of vernon green
↳ currently live together . inseparable .

◜ INTERACTIONS ┊ I'M FOREVER CHANGED ◞
‣  [ 9/10 ] physically  |  [ 8/10 ] psychologically .
↳ difficulty w/ guns [ very difficult ] | difficulty w/ melees [ difficult ] | difficulty w/ hand-to-hand [ difficult ]
‣ [member=1512]elysian.[/member] | dm for any major plots .
‣  friendly or nonviolent actions may be powerplayed .[/size][/spoiler]

[OPHELIA]

[align=center][div style="width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; font-family: times new roman; letter-spacing: .6px; color: #494949;"]instead of her normal upbeat and happy walking, ophelia walked into the warehouse in a more relaxed and solemn stride today. offering greenie a small smile as she walked in, she did the same for mickey and arlo as she walked by the two, taking a seat in a free spot as she adjusted somer in her arms so he was in a more comfortable position as he slept. she hummed quietly to him as she waited for the meeting to start, lightly rubbing his back with her free hand that wasn't already wrapped around him protectively, which seemed to be have a stronger underlying sense of security now more than ever.

[GREENIE.]

[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"]Slowly, Green allowed his arms to move to hug his torso, shifting his weight as he searched the faces in the crowd. All of these people that relied on him to fix the problem that was swiftly rearing its ugly head again. Last time, Green managed to send the group away, but could he be that lucky this time? ❝ So… I am sure you are all aware of the recent events. The Badlands managed to catch us off guard, raid us as we prepared for the festive season. ❞ He cracked a saddened, sympathetic smile.

❝ Several people were injured, but they’re on the road to recovery. Thank goodness nobody died this time, and I promise not another person will ever die by their hands. We lost a lot of valuables though. Medicine was taken from the clinic. Weapons were seized all across the city. Hell, they even took my fishing knife from me. ❞ He gestured to the empty sheath on his belt, a soft huff of disbelief passing his lips as he slowly shook his head.

❝ We need those goods back, but The Badlands… They’re a big group. They outnumber us by tenfold. ❞ Green sighed, a small grimace on his lips as he tipped his head to gaze up at the ceiling. He was very quickly becoming well aware that, without weapons, they were defenceless. Without medicine, they’d not be able to take care of the defenceless. It was very swiftly becoming a losing battle and, without their supplies, there was a swiftly growing gap in Northstar’s defence line.

Green had to think fast, otherwise the group would be in trouble. ❝ I don’t never want to resort to violence, but we can’t let these people tear a path of destruction through our city whenever they see it fit. From now on, we will not be giving the new Badlands another chance. If any of them return, I’d like for them to be apprehended by mercenaries and I’d like for them to be sent to me. ❞

❝ In the meantime, I’d like for people to keep an eye out for any travelling merchants. We really need to barter for anything we can find. Any blacksmiths here? Any chance anyone can forge new melee weapons? We have a shortage of other weapons like guns, so we need anything that can protect us. ❞ Green took a deep breath, and then he said, ❝ Next time The Badlands decide to come here, we will defend what’s ours. Next time, we will be prepared. ❞

Green released a shaky breath, before cracking an uncertain, reassuring smile. ❝ But, I do hope there won’t be a next time. I will do what it takes to make sure nobody hurts a hair on any of your heads, and that’s a promise. ❞