[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"]Silence, unlike the usual nonchalant pleasantries. A stern glower instead of the usual cocky twitch of his brow. Theodore Knope was not in the mood to play about today as The Administration strode through the casino, Badlanders taking a step aside to pave a clear pathway to the stage up front. As the trio settled in their places, Teddy glanced to Juliette, then to Micah, before staring out at the growing crowd as he waited for any stragglers to arrive.
[align=center][div style="width: 400px; font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; font-size: 6pt; line-height: 1.4; letter-spacing: 0.5px; word-spacing: 2px; margin-bottom: 5px;"] ✧･ﾟ: I'VE BEEN IN LIKE A THOUSAND TIMES, DATED EVERY WOMAN IN THE ATMOSPHERE. I'VE BEEN TO EVERY CONTINENT, BROKEN ALL THE HEARTS IN EVERY HEMISPHERE, AND IF I'M NOT THE TYPE OF GUY YOU LIKE TO CIRCUMVENT, JUST REMEMBER NOT TO LOVE ME WHEN I DISAPPEAR. I GRADUATED AT THE TOP, I LIKE TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THE BOURGEOISIE . . .
text 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 sniffed, letting her gaze travel up to Teddy as she absentmindedly lit a match and fumbled for a cigar in her pocket. These meetings stressed her out, and she'd come to rely on her tobacco to get her through. Was it healthy? No. Did she care much? Not really. She remained leaning against a casino wall, hopefully out of sight from the administration. Some of the embers from her cigar fell at her feet, and she had to stomp them out before they ruined the casino floor. If Teddy saw her, he'd probably be pissed. 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, a small handgun, 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
> Lionel King x Unnamed Mother
> 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
[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
Fucking meetings, more reason for Teddy to use his showman's attitude to fuck everything up. The man sighed as he stood away to the back, hoping that his scowl and foul mood would not be visible from such a distance. He was done with all this bullshit, and was quite willing to say so. Teddy was an ass and Mike did not like him. In fact, 90% of his mental capacity at this time was just hating Teddy, perhaps it showed how much Teddy had gotten into his head.
Or perhaps it was just Mike's one track mind at the moment. Whatever it was, he was not pleased with Teddy in the slightest, the other two of the three were not as bad, though Micah still seemed much like a slab of angry meat, and Juliette, well he didn't know too much about her. She could be cold and indifferent, and could lay down the law as she had when Penny had disciplined her... brothers was it? Big families, Mike didn't understand them.
He'd come from one himself, though he'd been the black sheep... in many ways he still was the black sheep.
[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.
[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"]Brows bunched together and lips jutted out ever-so-slightly, Teddy’s stern eyes surveyed the casino to decide on whether there were enough people here for him to begin. With a quick clear of his throat, Teddy slowly nodded his head before flitting his gaze off to the side. ❝ I value y’all, ya know? ❞ Lip curled, Teddy was clearly deep in thought before twisting his head to look into the crowd. ❝ I do. You help us make this place thrive, and we reward you with a life worth living. What would you be without The Badlands? Go on, think about it. Without us, y’all would be suffering out there in the shit stain we call the Land of the Free. ❞
❝ Life is easy here, at least far easier than life would be out there on ya own. ❞ A close lipped, sneering smile curled at his lips, a disappointed and resentful look, before he enquired, ❝ So why are some of you continually abusing the privilege? C’mon, I’m curious. Why? ❞ He allowed the silence to linger for a couple of seconds, Teddy shaking his head before he set forth, ❝ If another person disrespects The Administration, the choices that we make and the things we do for you, things won’t be all hunky dory ‘round here no more. ❞
A look of contempt sat on his face, watching the faces in the crowd before he uttered, ❝ Our success is your success. Don’t forget that. ❞ Nostrils flared. Recklessness was to be expected in The Badlands, but The Administration knew how to knock people down a peg or two if they were proving to be problematic in their eyes. ❝ No gossiping or bitching or any of them playground tactics around here. No disrespecting The Administration, whether that be verbally or physically. And, for fuck’s sake —❞ Teddy roughly jabbed his pointer finger over towards the casino bar. ❝ No fighting in my fucking casino, you hear me?! If ya so desperate to get into a fight, go outside if you're so eager for a cockfight… or —❞
Lips slowly curled upwards into a smile. ❝ Get stuck into our new business venture: an underground fighting ring. Bare knuckle fighting, just like a good old fashioned fist fight. We’re looking for fighters to join our side and represent The Badlands. Also lookin’ for a couple bookies to accept bets from our guests and make sure the house always win. ❞ Teddy’s gaze flitted over towards Salem momentarily, then looking away again.
❝ What can they bet with, you may ask? Well —❞ Fishing around in his pocket, Teddy then revealed the prototype; a bronze coin, one side with the busk of one of the big three and, on the other side, The Badlands’ coat of arms design. ❝ They will be using this currency that we will be introducing very soon. ❞
❝ We want people to go renovate the nearby prison. It’s gonna come pretty handy to us soon. When we got a couple jailbirds in there, they will be the people manufacturing and processing our currency for us. Speaking of which, we are also in search of a few prison guards to manage all this for us. ❞
❝ Now, for all the formalities. I’d like to welcome Romeo and Jin to The Badlands. In order to be deemed a made man with all the benefits of being a member of The Badlands, you must prove your worth to us. I want you to steal precious metals off of a neighbouring group, whether you plan a raid or do it yourself, we don’t care. Come back to The Administration with the goods and you will be a made man. As for the Rousseau clan and Rossi clan, you will all go through your induction process today. ❞
❝ Also, Salem and Penny —❞ Teddy held up two dog tags, brows wagging, ❝ C’mon up here, both of you. We’d like to promote you to the role of Enforcer. You may choose between these three responsibilities: combat, larceny or medicine. Choose wisely, because we’re delegating responsibilities to you two ladies. ❞ Oh, the benefit of being on Teddy's good side. Both helped to kickstart The Badlands' new currency, so Teddy would reward them generously.
tldr;
• teddy is giving a general warning about respecting the administration and the badlands
• a new fighting ring is being set up! there are a couple of optional positions available for characters to take on
• also, a new currency is being manufactured in the badlands
• teddy wants people to renovate the prison. there will be a couple of optional positions available for characters to take on
• welcome romeo and jin to the badlands
• the rousseau family and the rossi family have their initiations
• salem and penny have been promoted to enforcer. either ic or ooc, please post here to let us know what sector they will be responsible for (combat, larceny, medicine)
[align=center][div style="width: 400px; font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; font-size: 6pt; line-height: 1.4; letter-spacing: 0.5px; word-spacing: 2px; margin-bottom: 5px;"] ✧･ﾟ: I'VE BEEN IN LIKE A THOUSAND TIMES, DATED EVERY WOMAN IN THE ATMOSPHERE. I'VE BEEN TO EVERY CONTINENT, BROKEN ALL THE HEARTS IN EVERY HEMISPHERE, AND IF I'M NOT THE TYPE OF GUY YOU LIKE TO CIRCUMVENT, JUST REMEMBER NOT TO LOVE ME WHEN I DISAPPEAR. I GRADUATED AT THE TOP, I LIKE TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THE BOURGEOISIE . . .
text 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%;"]She stomped out her cigar, her foot slamming into the ground, crushing the butt into bits, before she slowly made her way through the crowd and up to the administration.
"I'd like to specialize in medicine." was all she managed to mutter while she took the dog tag from Teddy's hand. She couldn't believe that she was really one of them now. It had been a decision made on a whim, coming here. And now it felt as though she couldn't escape. 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, a small handgun, 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
> Lionel King x Unnamed Mother
> 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
[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"] Sitting with the family, she listened to the meeting go on, watching Teddy until speaking of fighting and behaving happened, thus she (and Nonna) gave glares towards the boys. They had been behaving well recently - likely to keep themselves out of trouble which was definitely appreciated. They listened, quietly, for once the boys decided to behave themselves and she was more than relieved to see it.
Although when Penny was called up, she could feel her brother's watching her as she and Salem walked up. Promoted. A smirk flickered onto the girl's face as she walked up to get the dogtags from Teddy, listening as Salem chose medicine which she didn't mind - she had her choice made before she even got all the way up here. "Larceny, shocking I know" she mused knowing well that there was probably little to no one surprised that she of all people chose the stealing route. She was quite good at it.
[align=center] [align=left][b]but maybe it's 'cause I'm wearing your cologne
[align=right]The Badlands - Boston accent - @Noccy
[align=center] Jin is a stranger to most of these people. Nobody makes an effort to talk to him and instead focuses their attention solely onto their leaders as the group gathers together. He is fine with this, as he is one to want to lie low anyways and observe a situation before running face first into it. He desires to survey the general mood among the members; the auras generated from each individual.
Dark eyes shift towards Theodore ( or Teddy , as some call him ) as he begins addressing the crowd. The announcements do not start off on a lighthearted note, that's for certain. He faintly arches a brow, realizing that something serious must have occured recently. It is like Theodore is scolding schoolchildren for doing something bad.
By the end of the head honcho's tirade, Jin notes how strict the expectations are around here. No messing around, just straight to business. He is personally someone who does both, depending on what mood he's in that day. Provoking Jin into a fight was fairly easy if one pushed the right buttons, but hopefully nobody was foolish enough to do so.
Theodore's next announcement was that of a fighting ring. It really is coincidental that the new business venture was to be started up as soon as Jin arrived here in the Badlands. After all, the man had fought in an underground ring for several years so he wouldn't starve. As far as Jin knows, he isn't required to fight on a nightly basis here in order to be guaranteed protection and food. However... fighting was really Jin's main source of adrenaline and motivation for a long time. Jin knew that he'd have the urge to get into the ring again for a friendly bout; it was only a matter of time before the urge gnawed at him once more.
He frowns ever so slightly, pondering. He has to snap back into reality once Theodore addresses him. He is a newcomer here, and newcomers have to prove their worth to the Administration. This place is definitely nicer than his last place of residence, and this time there aren't any cronies tracking him down. There was just sun, waves, and food and shelter in exchange for completing tasks for the higher-ups.
Jin's task seems simple enough and he plans to do it soon, possibly the next day. He has no clue who Romeo is, but either way he intends for this to be a quiet solo mission. He just has to find out where a neighboring settlement is.
• * ₊ ° 。I'M ALWAYS READY FOR A WAR AGAIN
( going down that road again ) ━━ jin zhào . the badlands . tags ✩
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