[align=center][align=center] The sound of strained, groaning rope made him want to scream, to kick out at the air and curse, but he wasn't gonna do that. Johnny was going to wait for someone to find him. Hopefully that person would be a friend seeing as he was a few feet off the ground hanging from a tree from his wrists. God, it was painful. If he glanced up he'd see skin rubbed raw from rope, the area around it red with irritation and smeared blood. That's what he got for being friendly to strangers. They looked nice enough, most of them were teenagers so he'd let his guard down. Well, now everything he had was gone. Even his comics, even his turtle ones. The third round of tears that evening started up again as he thought about how he would probably never see those funny drawings again. Of course they'd taken his rifle too, his food, everything. With his jacket and shoes gone it seemed like he'd just freeze to death before anything else.
His stomach was covered in swollen cuts, and an immediate bruise was forming where one of them had stabbed him in the hip. Shaking he tried to pull himself up using the rope, which was useless. Too weak, too tired, too injured. Seemed like everything was stacked against him today. He was used to feeling completely hopeless, which at least made him a bit calm. That wasn't new or anything. The pain was dulled thankfully. Maybe the cold had helped? He'd been hanging for a couple hours so it was possible he just got used to it. His shirt, which had rode up to his chest, was covered in blood from his wounds.
In a useless attempt at wriggling free he jerked his hip, which sent an explosive pain all along his side. Johnny yelled, a deep, snarling noise that was filled to the brim with anger. Adrenaline buzzed through him, but was short lived. His fingers kept tight on the rope despite the intense aching all up his arm. He did not need a broken wrist. Hell, he did not need any of this. There was so much going on and nothing at all happening. He was holding onto a rope so not to break his wrists, hip fresh with new blood, face beaten to a pulp. Yet everything was very quiet, and if not for his little situation he would have appreciated how pleasantly chill the night was. Fucking Christ what had he even done? Nothing, he'd done nothing. Just gave some directions to a group of kids. He hated this place, he hated it so fucking much. "[b]Fuck," he yelled to no one, doubting he was even close enough to the city to be heard.
// ya he has a pretty severe wound on his hip, his wrists are probably fucked too, and he was beaten by multiple people at once so yeah
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Sel had seen beatings before, even aided in a few of them. Her father ran a drug cartel after all, not to mention that this was the world they were living in now. The whole thing left her unphased, little reaction on her face whenever she was witnessing the acts or the aftermath.
She probably shouldn't be out and about this late and so far from the city, but Sel didn't really care. The only part of her that was visible was the lit end of her cigarette. The Warchief was moving carefully, not wanting to fall and break her ankle. She may very well be the closest thing they had to a doctor, but her knowledge was still extremely limited.
The sound of someone screaming "f**k" got her attention, and she froze for a moment before realizing the voice was Johnny's. What was he doing out here? "Johnny?" Sel called, moving towards where she'd heard him, pulling out her lighter and flicking it on so she could see better - though she wasn't close enough to see where he was just yet (he could likely see her though).
[spoiler=Tags - Updated 2/18/17] General:
▪ Selena Felix | Sel or Lena depending on situation
▪ Biological female | Identifies as female | She/Her
▪ 23 years | Birthday is 12/18 | Real Time Aging
▪ Warchief of the Badlands
Relationships:
▪ Biromantic | Bisexual | Poly
▪ Single | Flirty
▪ Crushing on Blake
▪ Would hook up with almost anyone in Flirtlands
▪ Lives with Mettaton | Hired John as her manservant
▪ NPC x NPC | No adopted kin
▪ Generally very friendly but not easy to become close with; flirty and defiant; loyalty is hard-earned and easily betrayed
Important Facts:
▪ Trained medic but prefers the war and/or social branches.
▪ Usually untrustworthy, everything is calculated, ambitious as f**k, nefarious motivations.
▪ Opinions, motivations and ambition are Sel's and Sel's alone and are not shared by her roleplayer.
Physical:
★ HUMAN | health: 100%
 She's small, but not too small, about 5'4" or so. Slender and always moving, pretty blue-green eyes with a mischievous glint in them and you know she's gonna get you into trouble. Dark hair, no doubt dark thoughts as well. Red lips curve into a lazy grin that reveals white teeth - they won't stay pearly for much longer, though, as she's often seen smoking.
 major injuries: none
 minor injuries: none
Personality:
 Sel is a very bold, competitive and stubborn person, with a wild side that is shown frequently as well as flirtatious tendencies. She is easily bored and is always on the lookout for adventure, with a spark of curiosity that she hopes will lead to what she seeks: adventure and romance. She seems to not be a very serious person and would rather have fun than be productive, and failing entertainment she can be quite productive and get quite a bit done. She's loud and lacks discipline. While Sel is irresponsible (and oddly bossy) and wild, she is very family-oriented and loves her family dearly. She is usually a cheerful, friendly person but she definitely has a passion for the weird, dark and creepy. She is somewhat vain and egotistical. She has her secrets and one of them is her intelligence and ability to collect information; most dismiss her as a dumb party girl (or something like that) and that's part of her cover, she has her fair share of sins and has to have a way of hiding them, and because she is a good liar and good actress, she succeeds.
 curious; friendly; bold; friendly; intelligent; brave; stubborn; competitive; flirty; sly and cunning; ambitious; wild; irresponsible; bossy; vain; arrogant/egotistical; cruel/sadistic; dark; deceptive
Interaction:
▪ Trained with knives and poisons | Medium physically | Hard mentally
▪ No kill/capture/maim without permission | Will kill/capture/maim with permission
▪ Prefers to fight with poisoned daggers | Relies largely on speed and agility
▪ To attack, [member=183]Sel[/member] and attack in underlined #440349
Links:
 Bio v.1
 Bio v.2
 Plot v.1 (Badlands)
 Plot v.1 (TNW)
 Storage v.1[/spoiler]
[align=center] DARLING, DARLING, DOESN'T HAVE A PROBLEM
LYING TO HERSELF 'CAUSE HER LIQUOR'S TOP SHELF
IT'S ALARMING HONESTLY HOW CHARMING SHE CAN BE
FOOLING EVERYONE, TELLING HOW SHE'S HAVING FUN
[align=center][align=center] "[b]Help," he yelled as much as his body would let him, his voice weak, " Help!" Johnny began kicking out again out of panic. The rope whined more and more with each movement, but it was too stubborn to give out. Damnit, his fucking hip. His jaw clenched hard. That was so idiotic. No moving, no kicking, no nothing. Unless he wanted to fuck his leg up permanently. What if they didn't even have the knowledge to help him? Would he die from infection? No, it may have been a deep wound and infection was likely however fearing death wasn't going to solve anything. He wasn't going to die anyway, no way in hell. " I'm- fuck," he closed his eyes, trying to slow his breath.
The hip would, his most severe wound to his knowledge, had been deep. Whoever had stabbed him must have been pushed around because the blade had been moving inside him for a moment. Some more of he gang members had kicked him in the hip, which obviously didn't help things, and with his struggling it must have been worse. Copious amounts of blood were running down his thigh and staining his clothing, while he'd also bitten down on his cheek throughout the night. Adding the stress and muscle tension of holding himself up, well, he was pretty damned.
[align=center] sel
Hearing Johnny crying for help, Sel picked up her pace and followed the sound of his voice, glancing at the ground every couple seconds to keep herself from tripping before once more looking up to try to find the source of the cries. He didn't sound good. "Johnny!" Sel cried when she found him, eyes raking over his body and quickly assessing the situation. This was bad, really bad, especially his hip - she couldn't carry him back to the city on her own, before or after treating his injuries. Jeez, she wasn't sure if she'd be able to catch him if he fell when she freed him.
But one thing was for sure: she couldn't just leave him like this.
Sel put out her lighter, plunging them into darkness, and pocketed it. At the same time she drew one of her knives and blindly reached forward, likely lightly touching his shoulder and feeling her way to his wrists and then the ropes (or straight to the ropes if Reggie didn't want him touched). "I'm gonna cut you down, alright? I'm gonna help you." She wasn't quite sure why - she should just leave him here to die or put him out of his misery herself. But he was part of the Badlands same as her, and it'd be wrong to do either of the things she'd contemplated.
Sel would then try to cut the first rope, ready in case he started to crumple, then moved towards the other rope. After a moment to make sure she'd be as ready as she could be if he fell, she tried to cut the second rope. If Johnny collapsed into her arms she'd try to gently lower him to the ground, and if he could stand his own she'd take her lighter back out so they could see.
[spoiler=Tags - Updated 2/18/17] General:
▪ Selena Felix | Sel or Lena depending on situation
▪ Biological female | Identifies as female | She/Her
▪ 23 years | Birthday is 12/18 | Real Time Aging
▪ Warchief of the Badlands
Relationships:
▪ Biromantic | Bisexual | Poly
▪ Single | Flirty
▪ Crushing on Blake
▪ Would hook up with almost anyone in Flirtlands
▪ Lives with Mettaton | Hired John as her manservant
▪ NPC x NPC | No adopted kin
▪ Generally very friendly but not easy to become close with; flirty and defiant; loyalty is hard-earned and easily betrayed
Important Facts:
▪ Trained medic but prefers the war and/or social branches.
▪ Usually untrustworthy, everything is calculated, ambitious as f**k, nefarious motivations.
▪ Opinions, motivations and ambition are Sel's and Sel's alone and are not shared by her roleplayer.
Physical:
★ HUMAN | health: 100%
 She's small, but not too small, about 5'4" or so. Slender and always moving, pretty blue-green eyes with a mischievous glint in them and you know she's gonna get you into trouble. Dark hair, no doubt dark thoughts as well. Red lips curve into a lazy grin that reveals white teeth - they won't stay pearly for much longer, though, as she's often seen smoking.
 major injuries: none
 minor injuries: none
Personality:
 Sel is a very bold, competitive and stubborn person, with a wild side that is shown frequently as well as flirtatious tendencies. She is easily bored and is always on the lookout for adventure, with a spark of curiosity that she hopes will lead to what she seeks: adventure and romance. She seems to not be a very serious person and would rather have fun than be productive, and failing entertainment she can be quite productive and get quite a bit done. She's loud and lacks discipline. While Sel is irresponsible (and oddly bossy) and wild, she is very family-oriented and loves her family dearly. She is usually a cheerful, friendly person but she definitely has a passion for the weird, dark and creepy. She is somewhat vain and egotistical. She has her secrets and one of them is her intelligence and ability to collect information; most dismiss her as a dumb party girl (or something like that) and that's part of her cover, she has her fair share of sins and has to have a way of hiding them, and because she is a good liar and good actress, she succeeds.
 curious; friendly; bold; friendly; intelligent; brave; stubborn; competitive; flirty; sly and cunning; ambitious; wild; irresponsible; bossy; vain; arrogant/egotistical; cruel/sadistic; dark; deceptive
Interaction:
▪ Trained with knives and poisons | Medium physically | Hard mentally
▪ No kill/capture/maim without permission | Will kill/capture/maim with permission
▪ Prefers to fight with poisoned daggers | Relies largely on speed and agility
▪ To attack, [member=183]Sel[/member] and attack in underlined #440349
Links:
 Bio v.1
 Bio v.2
 Plot v.1 (Badlands)
 Plot v.1 (TNW)
 Storage v.1[/spoiler]
[align=center] DARLING, DARLING, DOESN'T HAVE A PROBLEM
LYING TO HERSELF 'CAUSE HER LIQUOR'S TOP SHELF
IT'S ALARMING HONESTLY HOW CHARMING SHE CAN BE
FOOLING EVERYONE, TELLING HOW SHE'S HAVING FUN
[align=center][align=center] Shaking, he watched her, throat to damaged to call out anymore. She had to find him, there was no other option, not one he would accept anyway. And she did find him, thankfully. "[b]Please," he whispered weakly to her, hands trembling. His breath froze as she grazed his shoulder, then his wrist. The rope went slack making his other wist, the one still tied, went at a painful angle forcing a muffled scream from him. Thankfully the other rope didn't have long enough to completely ruin his already wrecked wrist.
Johnny tried to fall away from Sel, but with how weak he was that didn't really work out. As soon as he was on the ground, his arms wrapped around her desperately (unless of course that wasn't okay), his grip strong despite his lack of energy. The wound on his hip didn't allow him to stand nor did the pain stop once he was on the ground. " My, my," he shook his head, " I was stabbed." God, he imagined himself just sitting there, a grown ass man, on the verge of tears. What was more pathetic than that? Sel probably despised him.
Awkwardly he let go of Sel. Instead his hand went to his worst which was swollen and angry. By tomorrow he'd be covered in bruises. Not like that mattered, with his hip practically destroyed he was nothing but a useless lump, which meant no hunting, no food. " I can't walk," there was no possible way, " I can't walk." How was he supposed to live in the badlands if he couldn't even move? It wasn't like he had friends to help him, and even then food was a precious thing. Water too, clothing, keeping clean. He might as well have been stabbed in the throat. Right? Right.
[align=center] sel
Was it weird that she was thinking of her sister right now? The one that was probably dead because Sel hadn't done enough to save her? Because she'd chosen not to find her? Johnny was nothing like her, and thinking those thoughts at this time wasn't going to help him... but somehow the patheticness of him, the injuries and pain that might make a person long for the sweet release of death, that was what reminded her of her sister. And... she regretted not helping her, letting her be taken and not trying to find her like she'd promised their parents. She didn't want to regret this too.
"I'm here." Sel said gently, softly. She felt his arms wrap around her and she stilled. Now wasn't the time for grateful hugs, but then he pointed out his hip, minus the hip. "I know. I'm gonna take care of that." She promised, taking out her lighter again since Pyre only wrote that part for if he held his own weight. "I need you to hold this and keep it lit so I can see." She told him, offering him the lighter. She'd have to replace it soon but not using it wasn't an option since she had no other form of light, and doing this blind would only cause more harm.
"I can't walk. I can't walk." It was about what she'd expected when he fell and now he only confirmed it. It wasn't good, since she couldn't carry him. Hopefully someone would show up soon, preferably with a big plank of wood or something they could use to carry him back, though the latter was unlikely since no one would just be carrying a plank around. "I'm not gonna make you."
Sel took off her jacket and used her knife to cut it into strips, using one strip and some water from her bottle to try and get any dirt and blood she could out of the wound. "I've got drugs in my bag. Pot and heroin. No fancy pharmaceutical stuff but they'll ease the pain, if you want it." Not ideal at all, but she had to at least mention it. Besides, she had to buy time to figure out what to do about the wound. Disinfect it, bandage it and hope for the best? Or should she figure out a way to cauterize it? She'd never done anything like that before.
[spoiler=Tags - Updated 2/18/17] General:
▪ Selena Felix | Sel or Lena depending on situation
▪ Biological female | Identifies as female | She/Her
▪ 23 years | Birthday is 12/18 | Real Time Aging
▪ Warchief of the Badlands
Relationships:
▪ Biromantic | Bisexual | Poly
▪ Single | Flirty
▪ Crushing on Blake
▪ Would hook up with almost anyone in Flirtlands
▪ Lives with Mettaton | Hired John as her manservant
▪ NPC x NPC | No adopted kin
▪ Generally very friendly but not easy to become close with; flirty and defiant; loyalty is hard-earned and easily betrayed
Important Facts:
▪ Trained medic but prefers the war and/or social branches.
▪ Usually untrustworthy, everything is calculated, ambitious as f**k, nefarious motivations.
▪ Opinions, motivations and ambition are Sel's and Sel's alone and are not shared by her roleplayer.
Physical:
★ HUMAN | health: 100%
 She's small, but not too small, about 5'4" or so. Slender and always moving, pretty blue-green eyes with a mischievous glint in them and you know she's gonna get you into trouble. Dark hair, no doubt dark thoughts as well. Red lips curve into a lazy grin that reveals white teeth - they won't stay pearly for much longer, though, as she's often seen smoking.
 major injuries: none
 minor injuries: none
Personality:
 Sel is a very bold, competitive and stubborn person, with a wild side that is shown frequently as well as flirtatious tendencies. She is easily bored and is always on the lookout for adventure, with a spark of curiosity that she hopes will lead to what she seeks: adventure and romance. She seems to not be a very serious person and would rather have fun than be productive, and failing entertainment she can be quite productive and get quite a bit done. She's loud and lacks discipline. While Sel is irresponsible (and oddly bossy) and wild, she is very family-oriented and loves her family dearly. She is usually a cheerful, friendly person but she definitely has a passion for the weird, dark and creepy. She is somewhat vain and egotistical. She has her secrets and one of them is her intelligence and ability to collect information; most dismiss her as a dumb party girl (or something like that) and that's part of her cover, she has her fair share of sins and has to have a way of hiding them, and because she is a good liar and good actress, she succeeds.
 curious; friendly; bold; friendly; intelligent; brave; stubborn; competitive; flirty; sly and cunning; ambitious; wild; irresponsible; bossy; vain; arrogant/egotistical; cruel/sadistic; dark; deceptive
Interaction:
▪ Trained with knives and poisons | Medium physically | Hard mentally
▪ No kill/capture/maim without permission | Will kill/capture/maim with permission
▪ Prefers to fight with poisoned daggers | Relies largely on speed and agility
▪ To attack, [member=183]Sel[/member] and attack in underlined #440349
Links:
 Bio v.1
 Bio v.2
 Plot v.1 (Badlands)
 Plot v.1 (TNW)
 Storage v.1[/spoiler]
[align=center] DARLING, DARLING, DOESN'T HAVE A PROBLEM
LYING TO HERSELF 'CAUSE HER LIQUOR'S TOP SHELF
IT'S ALARMING HONESTLY HOW CHARMING SHE CAN BE
FOOLING EVERYONE, TELLING HOW SHE'S HAVING FUN
[align=center][align=center] Johnny nodded, taking the lighter despite his fingers aching in protest. "[b]I," he winced in pain as she wiped at the wound, " I need pot." Even if it meant less pain he still didn't want to do anything of the sort. He knew that marijuana could do no harm to him, and that it was not addictive. It'd be fine. There wasn't even a reason to think about it really besides him being a hard ass.
" Put pressure on it," he pushed the words out between heavy breathing, " as much as possible." Gingerly he angled his torso back to make it easier for Sel though the liter stayed put. What else was there? There wasn't anywhere to cut off the bleeding, and they didn't have anything to close it up with. Until help arrived there wasn't much they could do. If his pants were dirty those would have to be ripped to make a space around the wound, but with the water he hoped it would help. " I was up there for hours," he mumbled, " I probably lost a lot of blood. Sel, I was up there for hours." His skin was hot to the touch, and his head was dizzy. Without the distraction of holding himself up he couldn't concentrate on anything.
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He had been scavenging--or, well, that had been his pretense. He liked to leave the city to explore and when he found himself in need of introversion. He'd been returning when he'd heard Sel's shouts and someone else's--a voice he knew but couldn't quite place. Curiosity piqued, he began to move faster, almost jogging when he saw Sel, working busily and--that young man. Mettaton didn't know his name but that didn't matter as he could smell blood, and soon enough he could see the rough shape he was in. The headhunter felt his face pale a bit and he felt his stomach turn as he approached, eyes wide. "Sel--Sel do you need help?" He asked quickly, his voice uncharacteristically quiet. Johnny--yes, that was his name--he didn't know him well but this was sickening to look at.
[spoiler=info  updated 1/25/17]
[size=8pt] GENERAL:
★ METTATON DARLING | METTA | afab male (gnc)
★ panromantic | pansexual
★ 24| oct/15 | real time
★ the badlands | headhunter
IMPORTANT FACTS:
★ cute
★ glam
★ has a stash of makeup
PHYSICAL:
★ human [10.15/main] | health: 90%
 6'3'' & 195 lbs; slender torso but muscled, great posture but narrow shoulders. Long, thick black hair that's wavy and shoulder length, often tucked behind an ear, rarely in a ponytail. Often covering up the eyepatch over his right eye. Blue eyes and generally wears black, accented with pink, purple, and blue.
 [i]major injuries: (missing an eye, affects peripheral vision and depth perception)
PERSONALITY:
- mettaton has a huge fear of being genuinely hated, not cared about, not being good enough. he is pretty good at masking this but he has anxiety.
- mettaton has black hair and blue eyes, he's caucasian. he has two studs above his eyebrow and he wears very dramatic clothing as well as wearing makeup quite frequently, as he has compiled a stash. He is about six feet, three inches tall, and is pretty average of weight. He has one eye and wears an eyepatch.
- Mettaton is extremely dramatic, flamboyant, and glamorous. He loves making a statement--of any kind. He's friendly, though quite self-centered, and likes to use pet names a lot--notably, calling people 'darling' quite often. He gets extremely enthusiastic about quite a lot, and thinks of himself as above most earthly things. Though he can seem shrewd and is certainly intelligent and creative, he can be quite idealistic, naive, and even gullible, easily manipulated. It can seem hard to shake his confidence, but he can be made an unwitting pawn of someone's game if they know how to play him.
RELATIONSHIPS:
★ single
★ npc x npc| generation 1
★ No Romantic Interest
★ No Sexual Interest
INTERACTION:
★ interacts with literally everyone he sees + quite friendly, even flirtatious
★ difficulty: 7/10 in battle | + strength, speed, agility | - stamina
★ tends to negotiate, but if he feels that's impossible, he likes to make the first move
★ attack in bold #D600BA
★ can powerplay nonviolent actions
★ all IC opinions
[/spoiler]
//tracking, will respond tomorrow
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[abbr=n/a]characters[/abbr] ++ [abbr=darky is the best little sib - pyre; tiddy - crows; how bad can i be - zodiac; #swiggity swooty I tolerate Hooty]staff ;p[/abbr]
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