08-16-2021, 06:55 PM
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SALEM
ENTRY #01
8.15.16
BL ENFORCER
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//this is very messy and a day late but happy birthday to my favorite OC ever < 3
Despite berating Salem constantly and failing to teach her basic skills, Salem's mother did do one thing right by her daughter. Once every year, she held a party centered solely around Salem: no mention of her deadbeat father or how hard her mother had it, just a pure celebration of Salem. Her mother baked a cake on that day, sang to her, and even gave her a few presents to open. They spent the evening by the seashore, watching the sunset and talking about what they wanted to do during the upcoming year. As she grew older, she started to grasp the concept of a birthday. This celebration wasn't just about her, but about the fact that she had survived another year on this earth, and therefore turned a year older, though she wasn't sure exactly how long a year was, nor was she sure what day her birthday was.
Salem's mother had tried to teach Salem about the months of the year, along with most other things, at or around the age of four. By the time Salem was old enough to learn what her mother had wanted to teach her, Melissa had given up, snapping that "if you want to learn it so damn much, teach yourself." Salem had never had the time to teach herself the months of the year; she never had anyone else to learn from during her childhood, nor did she know how to read. However, now that she was done running from her mother, she finally could settle in and start learning what she should have learned early on in her childhood. After having multiple meetings with older members of the Badlands - those who could remember concrete concepts like months and weeks - she was able to work out that there were 365 days in a year, 7 days in a week, and that every day had a different name. As for months, the days in them varied, though she was able to make a mockup calendar using some scraps of paper she had lying around. Each month also had a different name, and after writing them all down on her calendar, she started to think about the parties she had had as a kid. They were always during a blisteringly hot month, though she knew it wasn't long after that the leaves began to turn, a sure sign of autumn. She even remembered watching some bright red and orange leaves get whisked off of their branches while she ate a slice of her cake.
The month before the start of fall, which was September, was August. She figured it was a safe bet to assume this was when her birthday was.
"Hey, Salem!" She jerked her head up from where it had hung over her calendar, scanning it intensely. She was sitting at her desk, and from there she could see that one of her regulars had walked in with a big smile on their face. "What's up? Can I have two bags of your chamomile tea, please?"
"Yes, but first...what month is it?" Salem asked the customer, the words feeling foreign on her tongue.
"Uh, it's August. Why?"
"Do you know what day of the month it is?"
"I'm pretty sure it's the 15th."
"Thank you." She scribbled a cake in the square designated for the 15th, as she had learned that people used these squares to write down whatever important things were happening on said day. Up until this year, Salem had held a celebration similar to the one her mother held for her on the hottest day of the summer. Now, her birthday would double as the day she taught herself how time worked. Salem stood up and grabbed two bags of chamomile tea, handed them to the customer, and took the money they offered. After they left, Salem locked the door with a smile. She needed to figure out how to get cake ingredients, and quickly.
//this is very messy and a day late but happy birthday to my favorite OC ever < 3
Despite berating Salem constantly and failing to teach her basic skills, Salem's mother did do one thing right by her daughter. Once every year, she held a party centered solely around Salem: no mention of her deadbeat father or how hard her mother had it, just a pure celebration of Salem. Her mother baked a cake on that day, sang to her, and even gave her a few presents to open. They spent the evening by the seashore, watching the sunset and talking about what they wanted to do during the upcoming year. As she grew older, she started to grasp the concept of a birthday. This celebration wasn't just about her, but about the fact that she had survived another year on this earth, and therefore turned a year older, though she wasn't sure exactly how long a year was, nor was she sure what day her birthday was.
Salem's mother had tried to teach Salem about the months of the year, along with most other things, at or around the age of four. By the time Salem was old enough to learn what her mother had wanted to teach her, Melissa had given up, snapping that "if you want to learn it so damn much, teach yourself." Salem had never had the time to teach herself the months of the year; she never had anyone else to learn from during her childhood, nor did she know how to read. However, now that she was done running from her mother, she finally could settle in and start learning what she should have learned early on in her childhood. After having multiple meetings with older members of the Badlands - those who could remember concrete concepts like months and weeks - she was able to work out that there were 365 days in a year, 7 days in a week, and that every day had a different name. As for months, the days in them varied, though she was able to make a mockup calendar using some scraps of paper she had lying around. Each month also had a different name, and after writing them all down on her calendar, she started to think about the parties she had had as a kid. They were always during a blisteringly hot month, though she knew it wasn't long after that the leaves began to turn, a sure sign of autumn. She even remembered watching some bright red and orange leaves get whisked off of their branches while she ate a slice of her cake.
The month before the start of fall, which was September, was August. She figured it was a safe bet to assume this was when her birthday was.
"Hey, Salem!" She jerked her head up from where it had hung over her calendar, scanning it intensely. She was sitting at her desk, and from there she could see that one of her regulars had walked in with a big smile on their face. "What's up? Can I have two bags of your chamomile tea, please?"
"Yes, but first...what month is it?" Salem asked the customer, the words feeling foreign on her tongue.
"Uh, it's August. Why?"
"Do you know what day of the month it is?"
"I'm pretty sure it's the 15th."
"Thank you." She scribbled a cake in the square designated for the 15th, as she had learned that people used these squares to write down whatever important things were happening on said day. Up until this year, Salem had held a celebration similar to the one her mother held for her on the hottest day of the summer. Now, her birthday would double as the day she taught herself how time worked. Salem stood up and grabbed two bags of chamomile tea, handed them to the customer, and took the money they offered. After they left, Salem locked the door with a smile. She needed to figure out how to get cake ingredients, and quickly.
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
> 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
> 24
━ ━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
> Elisa Barone | "Salem"
> Female
> 24
━ ━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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