stay with me ┊JOINING (O)

[ROUSSEAU.]

[align=center][div style="width: 350px; text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 1.4; color: #6B6953;"]it had been a long time since the rousseau siblings had all been in the same area at once. gabriel had been the first to leave, seeing how he was the eldest, it wasn't too surprising that it played out that way. it was just the way he left, the sudden realization after a fight that if he didn't leave, he would surely kill their father with his own two hands. they all knew far too well how challenging it was to deal with him, every day seemed to be the same as the last. even on his good days, auguste rousseau never seemed to let his hard exterior soften. not for his wife, not for his kids, not for anyone. it was difficult to hold most conversations with him, but even those simple huffs and disappointed gazes as responses were always favored over his yelling on the bad days. they couldn't blame their older brother for wanting to leave, but they missed him more and more as each day passed.

the next sibling to make their exit had been juliette, the one sibling who they all thought would have stayed in their childhood residence far longer than the rest of them. there was no doubt that she had been the most favored child of their father, being the first born daughter had it perks in the family and she was always quick to use those to her advantage. even with that clear favoritism, the last three siblings had understood that the special place juliette had in their fathers heart had been very conditional, there would have been no way in hell that he would have welcomed her back home with open arms after the last night they saw her. news about her befriending someone from an enemy group and then killing thomas protecting him had spread fast, and she had been smart to leave in the middle of the night without any goodbyes. she knew that there had been nothing sweet and consoling there for her to return to, only anger and hatred.

with the oldest two gone, the last three had stayed behind out of fear of what their father might do if he were to catch them leaving. they had seen the aftermath, the fury their father had been harboring towards gabriel and juliette after he found out they left. they heard the threats that he was yelling in his office of what would happen if he ever saw them again. even manon, the bravest of the three, couldn't bring herself to even seriously think about leaving. it would just stay as a fleeting thought, a wish - until gabriel returned for them.

here they were now, far from home and searching for the missing sibling of the rousseau heirs. amelie and manon walked alongside one another as they held hands, swinging their arms peacefully every once and awhile once amelie had managed to calm down a bit. with each sudden noise around them, the oldest twin would flinch, always so sure that their father had been able to track them down so soon, her thoughts drifting up into the sky like a balloon that had accidentally been let go of. however, like always, manon was there to help grab back onto that string and bring her back down to earth, soothing her other half and assuring her that they were going to be safe.

"es-tu sûr que juliette sera là?[sup]1[/sup]" amelie looked towards her twin, eyebrows furrowing together with worry.

"c'est ce que dit goob.[sup]2[/sup]" manon turned to look behind them towards their brothers walking a bit behind them at isla's pace, noticing that she was now holding both gabe and victor's hands. "est-ce l'endroit?[sup]3[/sup] 'the badlands'?" she asked the eldest, her attention going back to towards the ocean-side city they were approaching.

[sup]1[/sup] are you sure juliette will be there?
[sup]2[/sup] that's what goob says.
[sup]3[/sup] is this the place?

/ the rest of the frenchies have arrived! please wait for marsy to reply with gabriel before you do (:

[Shiloh !]

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SALEM

ENTRY #01

8.15.16

BL PROSPECTIVE

[div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 333px; height: 347px; overflow: auto; padding: 0px; padding-right: 24px;"][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 definitely wasn't fluent in french. She was better at speaking it than understanding it, especially with people who have strong accents. So, when the gaggle of siblings showed up at the border, speaking only french, Salem had to take a few moments just to process what was just said. When she was ready to speak, she said, "Oui, c'est The Badlands. Et Juliette est ici. Qui etes vous?" Her father taught her french at a young age, and while she was trying not to get rusty. She hoped the newcomers could understand her accent, since it wasn't very french

VITALS

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> physical status: stable.

[TEDDY.]

[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"]Whilst Teddy was aware that his sister-in-law, Juliette, had siblings, never did he think there’d be a day where he’d come to unexpectedly meet them. Upon noticing Salem approaching a small group of newcomers, Teddy soon found himself following not too far behind, listening into the French conversation observantly before quirking a brow with curiosity. It was no secret that Teddy prided himself in his family heritage. Raised on Français de la Louisiane, he was nearly excessively patriotic towards his roots. He’d been raised in a bilingual household, Mama and Papa working tirelessly to ensure that Teddy clutched tightly onto the dying culture.

He often felt that his culture was a great part of his identity, which wasn’t a bad thing at all. And, as he slowed to a stop next to Salem, a comfortable smile curled at his lips. ❝ Afternoon, ladies. ❞ He greeted to the two women, eyes then darting over towards the men who also accompanied the group of newcomers. ❝ Did I hear you say Juliette? She’s here. Sorry, but how do you know her? ❞ Words were not confrontational, but instead of the utmost curiosity. After all, Juliette was a sister-in-law and soul friend in one — it was great, apart from the fact that he was perhaps a little bit too protective of her.

[goob.]

[align=center][div style="width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: space mono, monospace; letter-spacing: 0.7px; word-spacing: 1px; font-size: 8pt;"]tw for vague death mention //

leaving had been one of the best and one of the worst decisions he'd ever made . he wouldn't have been able to stop himself from completely snapping and killing their father if he'd stayed , but he hated leaving his siblings behind with that man . he was stuck between i should have brought them with me and i wouldn't have been able to take care of them like they needed , hot anger still coursing through his veins ( and reminding him too much of auguste ; gabriel promised he would never become him , no matter how much of his anger flowed through him ) .

the only real upside to leaving -- the only purely good thing to come out of it -- was meeting the love of his life . she was beautiful , on the inside and out , and no one had ever made his heart beat faster or his stomach flip like she had . admitting he loved someone other than his siblings wasn't something he'd ever done , or had to do , but it was so easy to fall for her ; to hold her hand ; to brush a stray strand of hair behind her ear ; to let her hold him like he wouldn't even let his siblings hold him . she was an angel , just like her name suggested , and it made him forget her mortality until it was too late .

she gave him her heart just as he had given his to her , and she had given him isla , the brightest star in his world . and then was gone , just like that . if it hadn't been for isla or reuniting with ( most of ) his siblings , he wasn't so sure he would have made it .

he wouldn't have wanted to .

but even as storm clouds invaded his mind , dulled the anger into guilt and grief and sorrow , he was reminded that he did still have isla and his siblings , and isla , at least , needed him , just as much as he needed her . he smiled down at her , tired but genuine , as she stubbornly walked hand-in-hand with himself and victor . she reminded him so much of angel , that fire in her burning so bright it was almost blinding . he squeezed her hand gently , encouragingly , and then raised his head to look at the twins ahead of them .

he really hoped juliette was here . he lied through his teeth with faux confidence , telling the others this was definitely where she was , and they would all be together again -- but he wasn't completely sure . there was still that nagging doubt gnawing away at him , like it always was , even if it shouldn't have been there . she was here . he knew she was here . but what if . . . ?

he cleared his throat and nodded his head at his sister's question , looking out the same as she at the city . "oui ," was all he said , focusing on trying not to trip isla up and trying to dispel the thoughts that constantly clouded his mind . before he could say anything else , they were approached by a stranger and then another from the city . one spoke back in their first language , confirming that their sister was here and effectively dispelling all of the built-up doubt . the other confirmed , as well , and he couldn't help the relieved sigh and small upwards quirk of his lips .

he hesitantly let go of isla's hand , making sure she stayed back with victor , and walked up so he was a little in front of the twins ,  relieved his sister was here but still wary of strangers .

"nous sommes sa famille[sup]1[/sup] . we are her siblings ." he looked back at the others , smiling at little isla , who had made victor take her closer so she could grab onto gabriel's pant leg . he turned back , smile losing emotion , and straightened his slouched back . "we have been separated for too long , and wish stay here with her ."


[sup]1[/sup] we are her family .

[MICAH K.]

[align=center][div style="width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; Font-family: calibri; letter-spacing: .6px; color: #494949;"]generally, micah prefers to let teddy or juliette handle newcomers; they'd get a lot warmer welcome that way, anyway. he takes little to no note of who expresses interest in joining them, only once they've proven themselves. again, micah's concern is the betterment of the whole group, not individuals. but, there's something different about this little group. one of their voices sounding so much like juli's but just a little off, the consistent and familiar accent, that's what pulls his attention away from surveying what needs to be done around the entrance of their little city.

juliette, engrossed in the aesthetics of the façade of the buildings doesn't catch it. his eyebrows push together tightly, picking out a couple words: asking for his wife and some mentions of family. as far as micah has known, she doesn't even know where they are. she's spoken about them, but never as if it seemed plausible that they would be reunited. maybe that's why there's so much shock and awe in the revelation of what he thinks he's looking at.

" go, leave us, " he abruptly disrupts the npcs who are listening to juliette's visions for the place. they seem confused, but listen, glancing over their shoulder to see if it's anything obvious as they walk away, whispering to one another. before even juli can ask what just happened, micah pulls her arm that's wrapped around his tight to his chest.

" [color=#000000]love, are thos' ya siblin's ova there? " he asks, eyes slowly pulling from her to look at the arriving group.


[spoiler= tags, updated 11/30/2020]◜BASICS ┊ [color=#000000]NOW SHUT YOUR DIRTY MOUTH◞
&. ❝ micah alexander knope ❞ | male [ he/him ] .
&. 30 years old . | june third ; gemini
&. 1/3  of the administration of badlands .

◜PERSONALITY ┊ IF I COULD BURN THIS TOWN◞
&. ruthless . silent type . rough exterior . heartless . every man for themselves . controlling . a planner . brooding . apathetic . determined . cold . short tempered . impatient . serious . stoic .

◜ APPEARANCE ┊ I WOULDN'T HESITATE ◞
&.  six foot four & one hundred and eighty-nine pounds ; reference ; stephen james .
↳ keeps the sides of his heads shaved, exposing some tattoos on his head with his hair slicked back in a clean fashion.
↳ nearly his whole body is covered in tattoos.
↳ has ice grey eyes and an oval face. his chin is wide and jawline sharp.
↳ almost entirely muscle.

◜ INTERACTIONS ┊ TO SMILE WHILE YOU SUFFOCATE AND DIE ◞
&.  [ 10/10 ] physically  |  [ 9/10 ] psychologically .
↳ difficulty w/ guns [ hard ] | difficulty w/ melees [ hard ] | difficulty w/ hand-to-hand [ hard ]
↳ combat information .
&. attack in bold #000000 | [member=570]scully[/member] | PM for any major plots .
&. friendly or nonviolent actions may be powerplayed .

◜INVENTORY ┊ AND THAT WOULD BE JUST FINE◞
&. [ 3 ] weapons | [ 0 ] armor pieces | [ 0 ] consumables | [ 3 ] aid items | [ 2 ] misc .
↳ one shotgun
↳ one rifle
↳ one set of brass knuckles
↳ three low quality explosives
↳ one pitbull puppy named leia
↳ one munchkin cat named ozzy

◜ RELATIONSHIPS ┊ AND WHAT A LOVELY TIME◞
&. npc x npc | eldest child to a crime family .
↳ theodore knope, 28, badlands .
&. heterosexual, heteroromantic ; mongamous  . | never had a good model for relationships growing up, is learning how to be a good significant other .
↳ in a serious relationship with juliette rousseau .
↳ father to matthew knope & milo knope, 5 months .[/spoiler]