SAVIOR //open, cookies

Shiloh ! · 12-13-2020, 12:28 AM

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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, when she first arrived, was delighted to find that the convenience store she'd moved into also came equipped with a brick oven. While she had no idea how to make pizza, and a limited understanding of how to work one of them, she made it her goal to figure it out. Besides, she needed to support herself now that she was living alone. What better way to support herself than to learn how to cook?

She and her mom always used to make cookies when she was a child; it was one of the few things she knew how to make. So, after a burned batch and several instances where she almost set the place ablaze, she finally ended up with a decent batch of cookies. They were simple, chocolate chip, but decent. She knew she couldn't eat them all herself, and she still needed to make friends around here...

There was probably a more efficient way to grab peoples attention than to go outside with a sack of cookies and yell "who wants some cookies?" However, that's exactly what she did.

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

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If there was a fire and a pan, there was a high chance that Tommy could probably make a meal out of whatever he had. He was an adult and he knew how to look out for himself; it wasn't like he couldn't cook himself anything. However, he just mostly chose not to. He did the bare minimum; searing freshly caught meat, eating wild picked fruits, scavenging for canned and dry foods... Tommy ate pretty much whatever he could find in order to avoid going hungry.

A familiar woman steps out onto the street and announces that she has cookies, likely homemade since he can smell the aroma on the wind. Tommy doesn't come across sweets very often, especially fresh ones, so he takes the opportunity to snag himself a couple. "Alright, gimme some." The man makes his way over, but quickly adds, "But if there's some gross shit like raisins or nuts in there, then I don't want it." Cookies were meant to be unhealthy; he didn't want dried fruit in it.

TEDDY. · 12-17-2020, 11:59 PM

[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"]It’d been a while since Teddy had actually indulged in any baked goods, coming to think of it. He had certainly made the most all of the sweet treats that were served at aristocratic events before his time of taking on The Badlands, but since then he could barely recall a time where he’d eaten cake or cookies, or even a pie here in The Badlands. It was shocking, actually, but not at all surprising. After all, he more often indulged in liquid goods instead. Many evenings in the week consisted of one too many drinks as he partied — his liver was likely in ruins, but he cared little about that when he was simply having way too much fun.

So, when Salem announced that she was handing out cookies, it had caught Teddy’s attention. Perhaps this would be the start of a shift in what he chose to indulge in. Cookies were not at all healthy, but nor were all of those sickeningly sweet cocktails he chose to sip on to get the whole beachside paradise experience that he so craved. ❝ Mmm, the smell is to die for. ❞ He exclaimed as he wandered over, pinching a cookie before giving it a taste. Slowly, he nodded his head, processing the taste, before he pointed out, ❝ Ya know deja vu? I just got it. These are... Mind-blowing. Just like how my mama used to make ‘em. ❞

Shiloh ! · 12-18-2020, 12:35 AM

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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 nodded to Tommy. "Don't worry, just pure chocolate chip. I don't like raisins in mine either." She suddenly whipped her head around to Teddy, who had taken it upon himself to grab one and pay her a compliment. "Thanks, I don't make them often." She forced a smile at Teddy, trying not to seem intimidated or angry. The night at the bar with Janaelle, when he called Janaelle the prettiest girl in the room directly in response to Salem, that moment still hadn't left her mind. Her hand tightened around the bag of cookies, though she tried her hardest to fight off her anger. She couldn't let it show; she wanted to remain on good terms with Teddy for as long as possible.

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