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YOU WANT THAT GOOD LIFE // scavenging intro post // WE'VE GOT THE HOOKUP!

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KAVINSKY.:
<3claire loves u!KAVINSKY.
"why can't you tell that i'm desperate? doesn't it show in my smile? why can't you tell that i'm bad for you? it doesn't show in your eyes... oh, you're so cool! i wish i was you..."Warm wind whistled over the bare streets, decades-old cars sitting abandoned and rotting. The sky was clear, today, and it felt like as good of a day as any to go explore the edge of town. Kavinsky had a bag slung over his back, dressed in comfortable clothes; white tank top, black joggers, and an unbuttoned overshirt. His eyes drifted over the sights around him, looking for any storefronts that might have something good still buried in the back rooms somewhere. He was somewhat newer to the Badlands, having found them after coming across some Made Men going after the same pharmacy he was trying to break into. He had offered product in return for protection, scavenging what he could to sell and sharing part of the profits.

As he made his way through the decrepit buildings, he ached for music. K thought of the mp3 player he had as a kid, broken in the chaos of escaping the anarchy-ridden Hoboken with his family when the Blackout first happened. It had been a small, red device that his older brother had given him for his sixth birthday, and it had been his most prized possession. It was getting hard to remember most of his favorite songs, now. He still remembered most of the music Valentin had pre-loaded onto it.

Kavinsky quietly sang the lyrics to one of his favorite songs in his Bulgarian mother tongue, allowing the familiarity to bring him comfort. His brother's music always had a way of quelling the loneliness that ate at K from the inside out. It made him think of the good times, days spent with Vali in the sunlight with their stereo out in the vast yard of their father's summer home. The breeze carried his voice, hoarse from disuse. He mostly kept to himself and was a bit of a hermit, choosing to live a little away from the rest of the Badlands residents in an abandoned apartment building. It was his castle, and he was the king of the empty rooms. No one visited him unless it was to buy his products, and part of him liked it that way. There was no one to control him but the distant and lax leadership, and there was no one to bother him unless it was for a good reason. Sometimes he would go into town to deal if he really needed some cash, otherwise, his clients typically came to him.

At last, he came upon a sight that soothed his sore eyes; an old convenience store with a long-broken 'PHARMACY' sign up on the side. He went around the back, looking for a back door to try and break into.

VESANIA B.:

♔   Ves was almost always on his own, if not trailing after Axel. He also always had Twinkie in his arms, the cat purring and kneading into his pale skin. He also always wore that dumb looking sun hat, because of how sensitive said pale skin was. He was not someone you could easily miss in a crowd. He sniffled as he walked, reaching a thin hand up and wiping it across his nose, as his eyes were running from the wind coming from the beach.

♔   The albino was wandering about, looking for something to do, when he noticed someone near the edges of the city. That was one place that the Bielschmidt brother never really ventured, so, figuring he had nothing better to do, he went after this person. Ves slowed to a walk as he crept after, watching as this person quietly sang to themselves and then stopped, noticing the pharmacy building. Since when was that put there?

♔   Ves had never really bothered much to poke his nose into these buildings. His brother, Axel, had mentioned it in passing, but of course it fell over deaf ears. The albino had grown lazy within the walls of the Badlands, choosing to let people do the work for him--perhaps it was still that leader mindset he had. Axel always did the physical work out of the two, helping to build and move things when needed. Salem was one of the people who he frequently helped. The only time Ves would help her, was to just sit and talk with her, to keep her company, usually while Axel moved things for her.

♔   The albino slipped as he was following, nearly giving away his position, but he righted himself out and continued, sneaking around the back of the building and waiting for Kavinsky to get inside before he followed, standing in the doorway and cutting off the light from getting into the back room. He was still carrying Twinkie, petting her head like he was some super villain. The only thing that would have made this more intimidating, were if he wasn't wearing that ridiculous hat, and if he were grinning. Instead, he genuinely looked curious.

♔   "What'cha up to?" He asked, tilting his head, long white hair shifting on his shoulder. "Don't think I've seen you before? Well, maybe I did. I don't really pay attention much." He shrugged and stepped inside.

// so sorry if this is bad, i am both pretty rusty, and it's also 4 am bvjhgkjiuh

♔   "TEXT!"

Spoiler: //tags — updated ;; 09/01/21 • show
general
> vesania bielschmidt | ves, vessie
> male ;; he/him
> 27 years ;; ages real time ;; april 18th
> badlands ;; loner / previous los santos leader

physical
> physical health ;; 90%
> minor injuries ;; n/a
> major injuries ;; n/a
> important things to note ;; situs inversus, the reverse/mirroring of major organs

appearance
> long, white hair ; pink-red eyes ; rather thin, small shoulders and wider hips ; 6'01" ; 160 lbs
> tattoos on his whole body, including face ; piercings all over body as well, including ears, left eyebrow, nose, tongue, chest, naval, and other spots ; forked tongue ; sharpened canines
> wears a patchy, old vest with a fur collar ; ripped skinny jeans ; no shoes
> carries a picture of his brother ; some pocket change ; possibly a flask
> important things to note ;; ves has albinism

personality
> very laid back and flirty ; he is easy-going and likes to make jokes ; hides a lot about himself ; really difficult to gain his trust ; just as easily to lose it ; doesn't settle well if he is getting bad vibes from somebody ; very childish when he trusts someone ; bit of a goofball ; very blunt when talking ; not worried about how his words may affect someone ; suspicious of people he first meets ; starts things if he knows he's gaining something from it
> adhd ; ptsd
> plays with his hair often ; blinks really hard during conversations ; is unable to make eye contact

relationships
> pheobe bielschmidt x henry bielschmidt ;; pheobe - m.i.a ; henry - deceased
     > henry passed in freak accident
     > pheobe went missing at scene of the crime
> axel bielschmidt ; chris bielschmidt ;; axel - alive ; chris - deceased
     > chris passed away due to an illness
> pansexual ; demiromantic
> no known crushes

interaction/confrontation
> easy mentally | medium physically
> has no filter | ALL IC OPINIONS
> 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
> "this is him talking." ;; his speech is in italics
> this is him thinking ;; thoughts are in italics

KAVINSKY.:
<3claire loves u!KAVINSKY.
"why can't you tell that i'm desperate? doesn't it show in my smile? why can't you tell that i'm bad for you? it doesn't show in your eyes... oh, you're so cool! i wish i was you..."K jumped out of his skin, dropping the crowbar he was trying to put back into his bag. His hand flew into his shirt, snatching up a small chrome handgun as he wheeled to face the voice. Kavinsky's whole body was rigid, arm steady as steel. He looked the somewhat-stranger up and down, looking for weapons.

"Who's askin'?" Kavinsky demanded, his Jersey lilt smoothing the edges of his words.

The sorry truth was he had no ammo; he had run out a long time ago, the last few bullets having been used over a decade ago. He kept it in good enough condition that it looked very loaded from an outsider's view. K kept it as a memento of the past and for situations where he needed to appear more threatening. He was relatively short and worryingly skinny from long-term drug use; there was nothing intimidating about some stupid junkie unless said junkie had a gun. This junkie did in fact seem to have a gun, and there was no indication in his eyes that he was any amount of afraid to use it.

Long ago, when he was a teenage delinquent instead of an adult junkie, Kavinsky was a ringleader of a group of young men (also teenage delinquents). He craved the attention, the social interaction. He was as extroverted as you could get, but nowadays, his distrust of others often if not always trumped his intense craving for human contact.

Salem:
textSALEMENTRY #018.15.16BL ENFORCERSalem was glad she'd left Jasper at home. She had stared down dozens of guns before, and it no longer made her as fearful as it once did She'd rather stare down a dozen more than subjecting her son to face even one.

Life had gotten busy since Jasper was born. She had to keep the store open for longer in order to create more revenue, and figure out the ins and outs of keeping a tiny child alive. Of course, she couldn't neglect Chrissy, either, who had taken quite a liking to Jas. Right now, the calico was the boy's only babysitter, most likely sitting beside his hand-made crib and purring while Jasper cooed softly at nothing in particular. When she saw the scene unfolding in front of her, she wished she hadn't decided to take this walk after all.

It was an unusually warm day, and business had been slow, so Salem had decided to wander through the Badlands like she used to when she first arrived. Usually during her walks, she'd bring Jasper out for some fresh air and socialization - something she resented but knew her son needed for some reason or another - but something told her to keep him in his crib. Maybe it had been the way he had been so close to drifting off to sleep, so peaceful in the rays of sun that filtered through her upstairs windows...he could be brought outside another day.

She now had the freedom to interact with the situation, albeit cautiously. She slinked over to Ves, cigar hanging loosely between her lips. "We both belong to the Badlands," Salem spoke in a measured tone, not taking her eyes off of K. Who the hell was he? Who did he think he was asking their positions? "We aren't here to interrupt your activities, unless, of course, this pharmacy is run by a fellow Badlander." She gestured to the storefront in front of her. She hated to admit it, but she did appreciate the protection Teddy granted her. She'd make sure she stayed protected even if it meant defending the leadership's sometimes-oppressive rules.

//sorry if this sucks im rusty lol 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: NoneTAGS━ ━xGENERAL
> Elisa Barone | "Salem"
> Female
> 24
━ ━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/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
> Son Jasper
> Half brother Rafe
> Half niece Gigi
> Cat Chrisanthymum "Chrissy"
>Bisexual | no crush
>
━ ━xOTHER
> this text + this color = this meaningI'VE COME TOO FAR TO SEE THE END NOW━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ even if my way is wronga small everyone. | beware hidden scrolling

VESANIA B.:

♔   "Wo-ah!" Ves feigned a sort of gasp, backing up and sticking a hand up, the other still curled tightly, holding onto Twinkie like a newborn baby. "I was jus' bein' nosey." He huffed.

♔   He was not always subtle, especially with a gun being aimed directly at him. He just shrugged it off and went to continue chatting, until Salem appeared. He let out some sort of noise when she interrupted the two--not that there was really much conversation going on, it was mostly just Ves probably terrifying the poor guy--and resumed holding onto Twinkie with both arms. He let her speak, noticing the cigar in her mouth. He was tempted to reach his thin fingers over and pluck them from her lips and chide her about smoking, but he kept it to himself, crossing his arms. Everyone had their vices, after all.

♔  The albino's hips shifted, leaning on one side, adjusting the rather large, furry baby in his arms. As adorable as the cat was, she was kind of heavy in his arms. Ves turned his attention to her to baby talk her for a moment, scratching her chin. Twinkie instantly jutted her chin out and began to purr, closing her eyes and very gently swaying her tail. This made the man smile, before those pink-blue eyes shifted to look back up at Kavinsky, as if suddenly remembering he was there.

♔  "Look," he sighed, shifting Twinkie--she grumbled and climbed up onto his shoulders and he stretched his arms. "We vere just wonderin' why you vere snooping." His German accent seemed to only strike certain words. "So, if you don't mind tellin' us- and we might let you walk away!" He was no stranger to threats.

♔   "TEXT!"

Spoiler: //tags — updated ;; 09/01/21 • show
general
> vesania bielschmidt | ves, vessie
> male ;; he/him
> 27 years ;; ages real time ;; april 18th
> badlands ;; loner / previous los santos leader

physical
> physical health ;; 90%
> minor injuries ;; n/a
> major injuries ;; n/a
> important things to note ;; situs inversus, the reverse/mirroring of major organs

appearance
> long, white hair ; pink-red eyes ; rather thin, small shoulders and wider hips ; 6'01" ; 160 lbs
> tattoos on his whole body, including face ; piercings all over body as well, including ears, left eyebrow, nose, tongue, chest, naval, and other spots ; forked tongue ; sharpened canines
> wears a patchy, old vest with a fur collar ; ripped skinny jeans ; no shoes
> carries a picture of his brother ; some pocket change ; possibly a flask
> important things to note ;; ves has albinism

personality
> very laid back and flirty ; he is easy-going and likes to make jokes ; hides a lot about himself ; really difficult to gain his trust ; just as easily to lose it ; doesn't settle well if he is getting bad vibes from somebody ; very childish when he trusts someone ; bit of a goofball ; very blunt when talking ; not worried about how his words may affect someone ; suspicious of people he first meets ; starts things if he knows he's gaining something from it
> adhd ; ptsd
> plays with his hair often ; blinks really hard during conversations ; is unable to make eye contact

relationships
> pheobe bielschmidt x henry bielschmidt ;; pheobe - m.i.a ; henry - deceased
     > henry passed in freak accident
     > pheobe went missing at scene of the crime
> axel bielschmidt ; chris bielschmidt ;; axel - alive ; chris - deceased
     > chris passed away due to an illness
> pansexual ; demiromantic
> no known crushes

interaction/confrontation
> easy mentally | medium physically
> has no filter | ALL IC OPINIONS
> 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
> "this is him talking." ;; his speech is in italics
> this is him thinking ;; thoughts are in italics

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