06-30-2019, 04:59 PM
AND CHANCES ARE, THEY WON'T GO FAR | | |
//tw: references to violence & death; talk of revenge / murder
Salem let out a long, drawn-out breath as he stared down at the map. He'd pinned down plenty of potential locations that his crew might visit, but it was all so uncertain; he genuinely had no idea if Shire had decided to change all the meeting places, or if he'd simply sailed as far away as possible from where they'd dropped Salem just in case.
"Stupid- fucking assholes." Salem grumbled, standing up and stretching. His dining room was rather barren, except for the map and sparse furniture; still, he had nothing to decorate it with yet. Maybe he'd nail Casey's skull to the wall, once he actually found the bastard. "I need some air." He said, addressing himself and the empty silence around him.
He headed out his front door, and sat down on the steps after closing the door behind him. He was exhausted, upset and frustrated that he was still no closer to getting his revenge. It'd only been a few days since he'd joined the Badlands, but that was a few days too many. He was antsy and had nothing to occupy his time except plotting and daydreaming about murder and- frankly, it was sorta getting to him.
Head in hands, he mumbled to himself. "What do people do for fun around here?"
Salem let out a long, drawn-out breath as he stared down at the map. He'd pinned down plenty of potential locations that his crew might visit, but it was all so uncertain; he genuinely had no idea if Shire had decided to change all the meeting places, or if he'd simply sailed as far away as possible from where they'd dropped Salem just in case.
"Stupid- fucking assholes." Salem grumbled, standing up and stretching. His dining room was rather barren, except for the map and sparse furniture; still, he had nothing to decorate it with yet. Maybe he'd nail Casey's skull to the wall, once he actually found the bastard. "I need some air." He said, addressing himself and the empty silence around him.
He headed out his front door, and sat down on the steps after closing the door behind him. He was exhausted, upset and frustrated that he was still no closer to getting his revenge. It'd only been a few days since he'd joined the Badlands, but that was a few days too many. He was antsy and had nothing to occupy his time except plotting and daydreaming about murder and- frankly, it was sorta getting to him.
Head in hands, he mumbled to himself. "What do people do for fun around here?"
[justify]No, I don't care what momma says, [abbr=Goes by Salem or Monty ✴ He/Him or They/Them Pronouns ✴ 28yrs Old ✴ 6'3" ✴ Former pirate captain ✴ Sexuality is a unlabeled free for all, romance is questioning]&[/abbr]
You'll wind me up, [abbr=Medium Physically ✴ Hard Mentally ✴ Attacks with whip, scimitar or revolver✴ Open to capture and maim if requested / discussed prior ✴ Not open for death ✴ Difficult but not impossible to defeat or subdue]&[/abbr]
Or you'll wind up dead [abbr=Guy Fieri aesthetic ✴ Ear-length dull brown hair ✴ Bright green eyes ✴ Three piercings on both ears (two on top cartilage, one large on lobe), and a lip piercing ✴ Five o'clock shadow 24/7 but can never grow a real beard ✴ Both pinky fingers cut off]&[/abbr]
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You'll wind me up, [abbr=Medium Physically ✴ Hard Mentally ✴ Attacks with whip, scimitar or revolver✴ Open to capture and maim if requested / discussed prior ✴ Not open for death ✴ Difficult but not impossible to defeat or subdue]&[/abbr]
Or you'll wind up dead [abbr=Guy Fieri aesthetic ✴ Ear-length dull brown hair ✴ Bright green eyes ✴ Three piercings on both ears (two on top cartilage, one large on lobe), and a lip piercing ✴ Five o'clock shadow 24/7 but can never grow a real beard ✴ Both pinky fingers cut off]&[/abbr]
(IC Opinions)[/justify]
TAKING LESSONS FROM THE DELUDED
top dog salem - he/him or they/them
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