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the parasite — . Hard whiskey was always Atlas' to-go, but he wanted something much, much stronger this time. He was nursing a shot of vodka, though it was dulled down just slightly by some cranberry juice. He wanted to get slightly wasted, not black-out drunk and barely able to stand. It was nice being able to feel so care-free, but he didn't want to deal with the consequences in the morning. Not now.
The Irishman swished his glass, the ice clinking against the edges before he pulled back for another swig, then set the empty glass down on the table. Flagging down the one who filled up his drink, he asked for a refill and handed over a bill he managed to pick up somewhere he refused to disclose. Atlas hummed a tune of an old song he was used to hearing play in the orphanage he funded, then shuddered and took a big gulp. He hated thinking of that place. It was creepy, with the dark corners and the extra-long corridors. The illness and the fire that soon came after was not the first thing on his mind. What happened to the building was none of his concern.
Atlas glared down at his reflection.
"[glow=black,2,300]speech[/glow]."
[spoiler=//tags -- updated ;; 09/01/21]
[b]general
> atlas joe ;; no nicknames
> make ;; he/him
> 40yrs ;; ages real time ;; november 9th
> the badlands
physical
> physical health ;; 80%
> minor injuries ;; n/a
> major injuries ;; n/a
> [i]important things to note ;; n/a
appearance
> short, wavy black hair ; ice blue eyes ; sort of chunky, with large hands and rather round legs ; 5'3" ; 180 lbs
> no body modifications
> a button up with suspenders
> extra coin, a token he's had in his pockets since he was a teenager and somehow managed to keep after getting tossed overboard, cigarettes
> important things to note ;; n/a
personality
> very cunning ; smart ; sarcastic ; egotistical ; apathetic ; pathological liar
> no mental illness
> no tics
relationships
> was abandoned as a baby/orphaned
> no siblings
> bisexual
> no crushes
interaction/confrontation
> hard mentally | medium physically
> non-violent power play allowed
> will not attack/kill/maim/capture without asking the author
> do not kill/maim/capture without asking me (timothy)
> if you want to attack, use this colour (red) and underline it
misc importance
> "[glow=black,2,300]this is him talking[/glow]." ;; speech is [glow=black,2,300]coloured[/glow].
> this is him thinking ;; thoughts are in italics
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[align=center]ATLAS GOT A SECRET, YOU'RE NOT IN THIS ALONE. GOT A HELPING HAND FOR YOU, YOU AIN'T JUST ON YOUR OWN. WE'LL STICK TOGETHER, WE WON'T PUT UP WITH THEIR LIES. WHY NOT THROW IN YOUR LOT, WITH SOMEONE WHO'S GOT YOUR BACK? [color=black][shadow=#A9A3F3,right]'CAUSE ATLAS IS THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN GET RAPTURE BACK ON TRACK! [abbr=pinterest]—[/abbr] [abbr=bio (not made)][/abbr] [abbr=playlist (not made)][url=http://]atlas[/abbr].
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[align=center][div style="width: 375px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 7pt; letter-spacing: 0.8px; word-spacing: 0px; line-height: 13px; color: #000"] Drinking was something the Rossi kids were good at, though Penny would joke that it's probably just some big stereotype somehow - but that didn't stop them. Hell, there were some days Pen wasn't sure exactly how she was supposed to deal with her family without a drink or two. These were one of those days, one of those days where Carlo couldn't hold his tongue and got everyone worked up - but Penny the most. Nonna had sent her out to "cool off" so of course, she went to the casino. She knew the boys wouldn't follow her, they had to behave themselves.
So she walked in, her hands shoved into her pockets as she walked over to the bar, taking a seat.
"Give me a few" she dismissed, leaning forward with a sigh. There was another guy seated close by, but she didn't know him. Well, she recognized him but never spoke to him "Hiding in here too?" she questioned, just simply trying to make conversation.
[align=center] [align=left][b]but maybe it's 'cause I'm wearing your cologne
[align=right]The Badlands - Boston accent - @Noccy
text SALEM ENTRY #01 8.15.16 BL ENFORCER [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, looking for a reason to get out of the house, had found herself at the bar. She was like a shadow in her seat, her back hunched and smoke drifting from her mouth, specifically the cigar hanging loosely from her lips. She hadn't started drinking, not yet. She'd simply wanted somewhere to go, to see people, that's all. If she'd stayed in the store any longer, she'd have started talking to herself. And those conversations hardly ended well. 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
> Elisa Barone | "Salem"
> Female
> 23
━ ━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
> Easy 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
> 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
[align=center] [table] | trigger warnings alcohol, death, lots of blood, profanity, heavy violence, religion.
tags 45 years old, difficult/hard opponent, nonviolent interactions are open, pm or ask for violent interactions.
| [/table] "speech" 'thought' text
Tucked away near the back of the room, Michael nursed his drink quietly. He'd had a lot on his mind the past few weeks, especially since the events of two months ago now. The meat tenderizer had definitely done a number on his hand... but hell, he would undergo it again if it meant planting his fist into the face of the jackass that called himself one of the "administration". The kid didn't know t'first thing about running a group. Not that Mike knew much either, he realized, but he didn't care if he was being hypocritical.
As he emptied the glass, he stepped out of his shadowed area, stopped midstride, and waited for a moment while he looked at the group of people. There was Atlas, Salem, and the young woman who seemed to... prefer Teddy's company. He believed she'd also been promoted at the last meeting. What kind of game was Teddy playing... well everything would come to bite him in the ass in the end. Karma was a bitch.
The man set his glass down on the bar, and nodded his head at the person behind, getting a quick refill. He pulled the glass away, and carried it towards Salem. "How's it going miss Salem?" He asked her casually. His gaze shifted around the room towards Atlas, a man closer to his own age... it was nice to see an older face in this world of relative babies. If someone was old enough to be his kid, well, he felt old.
[align=center] MICHAEL FORD Michael Ford is a 45 year old, man, he's stubbornly loyal to whatever cause he chooses, protective of his family and friends, he's a member of the Badlands. Michael has issues controlling his anger in most situations. He is a difficult opponent and well trained, feel free to power play nonviolent interactions though.
text SALEM ENTRY #01 8.15.16 BL ENFORCER [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%;"]At the sight of Mike, Salem felt herself relax just a bit. The past month had been hard on her, and lord knows she didn't have any good coping mechanisms. She wanted to yell at Teddy and reclaim her money, but she knew how the administration worked. She'd get tortured or sent to the new jail, met with the fate of crafting money out of her stolen jewels.
Mike was one of the few people in the Badlands she felt as though she could possibly trust. He'd been very kind to her the last time they'd met, and the site of him now, amongst the sea of strangers, brought a smile to her face.
"I'm hanging in there. You?" She eyed his hand. Salem had been there to witness Mike's punishment...it was something she never wanted to see again. Especially not when the victim didn't deserve it; hell, she'd watch Teddy be beat by a meat tenderizer any day. 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
> Elisa Barone | "Salem"
> Female
> 23
━ ━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
> Easy 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
> 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
[align=center] "Damn, is that vodka?" Mutt questions, entering onto the scene as if on cue. His sights were currently set on Atlas. That guy was most definitely trying to get hammered. Who casually takes shots of vodka? That stuff burned the back of your throat like hell and tasted so strongly; it wasn't exactly an enjoyable drink. You either busted out the Grey Goose at a party or while in your feelings... and it didn't look like there was much partying happening here.
The young adult slides up onto an empty bar stool, briefly raising his brows when speaking to the person playing bartender, "I'll just take a beer. Doesn't matter which." Chances were, Mutt would like the beer just fine or he'd at least be able to stomach it. Couldn't be too choosy nowdays, with resources running thin as they were. Anything cold sounded delightful at the moment.
While the bartender works on his drink, he sits back and turns slightly in the direction of the others gathered. Some were familiar faces already and some weren't. He was still the newbie, after all. "Sooo, are we all just miserable fucks looking to get wasted or are we just drinking for funsies?" He gives a small raise of his hands and adds, "Trying to gauge the vibe here, that's all." That was mostly just a jest. What they were all drinking for was really none of his business and he didn't particularly desire to know what they were going through. Whether they had drinking problems or not was their issue alone. As for Mutt, he just wanted a cold one.
[align=center] " BOULEVARD OF BROKEN DREAMS "
[i]— mutt . prospective of the badlands . click for storage
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