so fucking special ┊INTRO (O)

[NARCISSA]

[align=center][div style="width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; font-family: times new roman; letter-spacing: .6px; color: #494949;"]the comfort in familiarity was something that would forever draw people in. even if the familiarity was unhealthy and suffocating, there would still be that one little thing about it that would keep you returning for more. 'one more night,' narcissa would swear to herself as she made her way back up to her apartment each night of being the club's entertainment. one more night of having to rely on them for a roof over her head, one more night of having men objectify her. it was a mantra that replayed in her head, over and over again until the words sounded foreign to her. as much as she wanted the escape, that familiarity of the walk from her apartment to the bar had locked her in, keeping her has a prisoner, because in a world full of grief and loss, there was a certain safety that she felt when it came to her own personal hell. safe enough for her to repeat 'one more night' until that time finally arrived.

even now that she hadn't been back to her own hell since she left, she was still suffocating in the badlands all the same. it was eerily similar to the place she was so eager to leave, but there was something that kept calling for her. as much as she had a distaste for this place, there were differences that made it more tolerable than the last. most faces were different each night, other than a few locals and regulars that would show up to lounge in the casino. reggie was by her side now, reassuring her that this was a place they would only ever visit, not make a permeant residency at like his own brother has. they never needed to stick around here longer than they wanted. when she began to feel locked in, they could just leave, go off to wherever else they wanted. she didn't need to rely on anyone anymore - not even reggie. once that one last night finally came, she had herself back, and that's all she needed. 

after they had done their fair share of wandering for a few weeks, narcissa and reggie found themselves back in the badlands. even with all of the excitement and adrenaline that came along with their hunts, there were times where they just needed to relax the casino. besides, it made it easier for them to meet lincoln there to discuss and figure out the details on their planned heist.

narcissa walked alongside reggie into the casino, her dark hair neatly cascading down one of her shoulders and her body was hugged by a short black dress. once they were inside, the lively atmosphere surrounded them in the loud music, and narcissa found herself giving the crowd a once over, scanning for any familiar faces, a habit she picked up on after leaving. she made her way to the bar, raising her hand to grab the attention of one of the bartenders. "a martini, dry." as the bartender nodded to her, narcissa turned to look at her partner. she was quiet for a moment, trying to see if she could pick up on any of his emotions before she finally spoke to him. "are you happy to be back?" she was genuinely curious on his answer, wondering if he preferred the badland's nightlife compared to the solitude they had at their base in the desert.

// the quality is pretty bad, but here they are! please wait for truce to reply with reggie!

[truce.]

[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"]All money was blood money.

Money obtained at the cost of another’s life. Well, that would certainly be inevitable at some point in a bank note’s lifecycle where it would be involved in some malicious scheme. Money brought the worst out of people and so, for many, it likely came to be a relief when money slowly became a worthless asset in this world. But, with news of The Badlands in talks of introducing a currency back into the region, one man’s ambition only grew more apparent.

All of the alleged currency that was being invented right here in The Badlands would eventually be blood money. If it wasn’t already, then it certainly would be once the Costner brothers and Narcissa were done with them. After all, the thrill of gathering precious metals and jewels slowly grew tiresome if nobody knew that they had been stolen. Reggie’s habitual killing sprees meant that all stolen goods were plucked from the bodies and homes of the dead and, whilst it was satisfying in its own right, nothing felt as desirable as actually being desired.

And, by this, Reggie meant that he wanted his name spoken from the lips of many. Wanted posters plastered across walls of towns and settlements with the faces of him and Narcissa — the Bonnie & Clyde thieves who managed to escape with the most feared group’s riches. A currency so desired that whoever possessed such a large quantity would be known by the world at large.

Reggie no longer wanted to be involved in playground games. This heist was an opportunity to not only play with the big fish, but to also have them wrapped around his finger.

Hand hovering over his girlfriend’s lower back as the couple wandered into the casino, Reggie’s eyes narrowed ever-so-slightly as he surveyed the scene. Clockworks persistently worked in his overworked head, the self-confessed prodigy distracted with his own private observations as he followed Narcissa to the bar.

She ordered a drink, and he stood nearby, silently darting his eyes across all the faces in the room. Reggie nearly missed her question, soon glancing her way before a sneering smile found its way to his lips, ❝ Clearly. ❞ He commented with a hint of sarcasm as he leaned back against the counter. Although he could put up a good enough front, this was hardly his scene. Stuffy rooms filled to the brim with partygoers… Actually, Reggie could barely think of anything worse.

[Shiloh !]

tracking!!

[paisley m.]

[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"] She spent a lot of time in the casino, whether it was because she needed to drink to handle her brothers on a daily basis or because she just felt like it. So she was in again, walking over to sit at the bar "Beer, I guess" she muttered, being given a bottle. She glanced at the couple at the bar - she hadn't spoken to them before, but she didn't exactly know what to say to start some type of conversation.

Penny wasn't one to be antisocial, hell she would argue she was pretty social, but she had nothing to really say. So she said nothing until the familiar voice of Lorenzo spoke as he walked over to join her "Making friends, Penelope?" she looked over towards her brother and raised an eyebrow "Does it look like it, Lore?" "looks like your day drinking" "Your child level of perception has yet to fail you" she muttered as she drank from the bottle she had gotten.

//its bad I'm sorry

[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 was sitting right next to Penelope, her eyes darting back and forth between the siblings as they fought. She never understood sibling relationships: if you fight so much with them, why spend the time with them?

After getting bored with watching Penny and Lorenzo, she turned and observed the newcomers. They seemed fine enough, though she couldn't help but be curious as to when they were here previously. However, she didn't say anything.

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

a small everyone. | beware hidden scrolling

[truce.]

[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"]❝ Making friends, Penelope? ❞ Over the surrounding sounds of bar glasses clattering and loud live music playing, Reggie slowly turned his head to meet the gaze of the siblings he'd overheard. Well, he couldn't confirm for certain that they were in fact related to one another, but Reggie could gauge from the light-hearted squabbling that siblings it ought to be. Reggie and Link often bickered in the very same way, words biting and snarky yet the brothers knew better than to take it personally. After all, it was what siblings did — they bickered.

Gaze darted over their features observantly, saying nothing for a second whilst he tried to discern whether or not they were guests or actual members of The Badlands, before he eventually opened his mouth. ❝ But day drinking is excusable if you're day drinking with friends, am I right? ❞ Half-lidded eyes darted towards Narcissa for a moment before he leaned back against the bar to look back towards Penelope and Lorenzo. Perhaps, if they were members of the notorious Badlands, then they would be a good start for Reggie to attempt to find out more about the inner workings of the group.

Eyes met with another woman sat at the bar beside Penelope, curiously observing the outsiders, before Reggie glanced away again. He looked over his shoulder towards the bartender, raising his hand to signal him over before he said, ❝ A round of tequila shots for us four- us five, please. ❞ He ordered before turning to look back towards those at the bar with a quirked brow. ❝ What's your names? ❞ He asked the three Badlanders, leaning forwards to be able to catch their names easier. Once he learned of someone's name, it was hard for him to forget it. After all, a name was the key to unlock a whole new trove of intimacy. People instantaneously felt closer to those who knew of their name and treated socialisation as if they were friends, not acquaintances.

Reggie certainly couldn't claim to be the greatest social butterfly, but he knew what had to be done to obtain the results he wanted to see. After the bartender returned with the round of drinks, Reggie slid the shot glasses over to each person, raising his own glass before he said, ❝ To the new Badlands. ❞ He downed the shot, a quick grimace on his face at the burning aftertaste. With a short clear of his throat, Reggie slowly slid down onto a bar stool as he looked over towards the Badlanders.

❝ Are you three... From here? ❞ He asked nonchalantly, pointer finger gesturing around the casino before explaining, ❝ You see, my girlfriend and I like to visit this place a lot. My brother lives here, has a lotta good things to say about this place; it's just such a shame that Narcissa and I gotta travel a lot for, uh— ❞ He curled his lip, then vaguely finishing with, ❝ work. You know how it is. ❞

[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%;"]Alright, she'd bite.

Salem hadn't come expecting to meet anyone new. Truthfully, she mostly came to the bar to people-watch. She thought it got a bit too stressful when conversations were initiated. However, at the offer of tequila, she couldn't resist answering his questions. Besides, as a high ranking woman, she had some responsibility to welcome new people, right?

"Salem." She responded to his initial question while staring down into the tiny shot glass. She never did care for straight liquor; wine was more her style. The cheaper, the better. Wincing, Salem threw the shot back and coughed a bit, cringing at the taste and the burn. Once she the shot was down, she shook her face a bit to try and loosen herself up. "I'm not from here, I joined a little while ago. Welcome. Your name?" She didn't want to be giving out information if she couldn't gain some herself.

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"
>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