LONELY — sitting on the beach, open.

[OLLIE.]

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growing up , she used to tag along during the youth group trips to the shore; something that , as max got older , she became quite flustered in. she already went enough , max foolishly thought , and so why would she need to join the only time they were ever apart? max had enough trouble making friends at it was. ultimately, she wished she never thought that. it's only been three years since her mother's passing , yet the wound is still fresh. if heaven exists , if she's watching over her now , what must she think?

the sun's setting below the horizon when she decides to pay it a visit. the sky, it's lovely shades of orange and purples, a bitter wind biting through the flannel that she wears. for awhile , she avoids it because she, ruslan, and veronika had been riding the waves so long she was almost revolted, but being here— from the shore— is quite different. a pang of nostalgia ruptures her belly, making her wish that she'd appreciated her mother's presence during youth group trips , wishing that she could have just one more day with her if she could.

how long had she been sitting here before it really hit her? it could have been thirty minutes , maybe an hour , when she began to feel her throat close up and the hot burning sensation of tears working their way down her cheeks. she doesn't sob yet, but reaches up to wipe the tears with the sleeve of the flannel she wears. at least now , in a sense , she could grieve in silence. she no longer had to worry about the fears of her acquaintances somehow hearing her ( if they even considered her that. )

[Shiloh !]

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SALEM

ENTRY #01

8.15.16

BL PROSPECTIVE

[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 had been sitting a few feet away, her lanky body cast in shadow as she stared into the darkening depths that stretched beyond her. Ironically, she always seemed to come to the ocean to forget about the life she left behind. Her parents, her friends...the waves seemed to dull the roar of thoughts that crashed over her at this time of night. She was hardly fit to be sitting on the beach, dressed in a black sweater and jeans, but pinch of her pants didn't bother her all that much. She was too focused on the cool grains of sand beneath her fingers, her eyes trained on the sky above. She loved when the stars began to come out for the night; for some reason she always wanted to catch the first one. However, her gaze was pried away when she heard quiet, choked cries a little ways down the beach. She could barely make out the figure, and while she knew she should probably go over there and question whether or not they were a member, she decided that whoever they were, they needed a bit of space. So, Sal elected to simply turn back to the sky; if the person wished, they could talk to her on their own time. Until then, they were free to cry out their hearts content.

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
> N/A | "Salem"
> Female
> 23
━ ━xAPPEARANCE
>Human
> Dark brown hair that varies in shade, pale, blue green eyes.
> Carries at least 2 cigars at a time and a small switchblade.
> tall, lanky and a bit awkward physically.
>
━ ━xABILITIES
> N/A
> N/A
━ ━xCONFRONTATION
> medium physically | easy mentally
> non-violent power-play allowed
> no kill | request maim/capture
> ask to attack in bolded, underlined and italicized black
━ ━xRELATIONSHIPS
> Unnamed Father x Unnamed Mother | no siblings
>Lesbian | 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

[TEDDY.]

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His mama was a vague memory.

How harrowing was it to realise that one day you’d forget the colour of their eyes? Teddy couldn’t remember if they were green or blue. Or the sound of their voice — the same voice that’d sing the young boy Teddy Knope to sleep in the night. All of the childhood memories that had since become hazy; he’d only been eleven years old when his mother had died a tragic death. Even to this day, Teddy hadn’t quite accepted the torment his mama must have gone through when she was murdered.

Micah had tried his best to cover his little brother’s eyes when Teddy had been the first to stumble upon the mangled corpse of their mother. On that wretched day, Teddy could remember the way his eyes felt like sandpaper with how he sobbed relentlessly, and the way Papa seemed to only respond to his wife’s death with a stone-cold stoicism as he remained as aloof and detached from his children as always. Papa hurt, not with as much grief as guilt, but Teddy would never be the one to fully acknowledge that as reality. Instead of sympathising, Teddy would only feel resentment that his father hadn’t done more to keep mama safe in the first place.

The young European girl was crying, Teddy had come to notice as he saw Salem standing nearby as a silent pillar of strength if the girl wished to accept it. Whilst that was an honourable thing to do for sure, Teddy could never be one to stand around waiting for an opportunity to crop up. If he wanted to do something, then he’d invent the opportunity himself. Walking over to stand beside Salem, he looked towards Salem before turning his head to look towards Max.

❝ Why did you leave your country? ❞ He tipped his chin up as his curious eyes searched the girl’s face. Not so sympathetic, but he had a feeling he was onto something. Ever since she’d arrived with her two siblings, it seemed as if they had brought enough emotional baggage along with them from Russia. Teddy wouldn’t often make assumptions, but he could only guess that there ought to be a correlation between their arrival in The Badlands and them leaving in the first place. Maybe he wasn't so sympathetic, but perhaps talking about what had happened would be the best for her. Teddy wasn't completely heartless.