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NINE IN THE AFTERNOON | open, joiner
« on: October 07, 2018, 11:32:40 PM »
It had been too long since she'd last seen her wife. Dixie had taken off with a horse to trade with a group called The Badlands - Lucia's wife worked in mysterious ways, venturing to a group with the word "bad" right in it's title. Lucia tried to trust her wife's decisions, but Dixie was... ah, how to put it - gullible and too trusting. It wasn't bad, at least not for others - but it moreso affected Dixie. Lucia's wife could see a "please take candy" in a haunted house that had visible spikes inside without candy, and slam her hands in without a single doubt. Lucia tried to keep Dixie in check with the reality of human cruelty, but Dixie never wanted to listen. The absence of her wife was what had led Lucia to shove on a trenchcoat, write down a letter in the case Dixie returned to their cozy cottage, and sling her rifle over her shoulders for the first time in years. Someone had hurt Dixie, and Lucia would find out who and put a fucking bullet in their head.

Despite some lingering sickness in her journey to The Badlands, Lucia had arrived swiftly to the borders with a pleasant smile, pink hair framing her face illuminated by the sun, stepping forward delicately creating the illusion of a graceful angel. Her stature was short, and her body seemingly frail, but Lucia was far from incapable. Scars that lined her, memories burned into her mind - it proved that she had near impeccable capability. She was in a strange land, one rumored to be devious at that, but Lucia was fearless. Hands holding near her hips, one pressed against the sword that was currently sheathed and out of sight, ready to draw should trouble come along - she smiled brightly, baby blue eyes flickering about to study the surroundings.

Spoiler: TAGS 10/07/18 • show
-- LUCIA CROWE-MCBEAN
[ ] Cisgender female, she/her, pansexual panromantic
[ ] The Badlands, normal member, loyal to her wife and nobody else
[ ] 30 years old, born April 16

-- APPEARANCE
[ ] 5'1, 100 LBs, looks to be thin and fragile
[ ] Pale skin, has neck-length pastel pink hair, has a purple birthmark near her lips.
[ ] Has a leather trenchcoat on. Pastel pink lipstick on and has pastel pink painted nails.
  -- health
        [ ] Has scars littered across her, and extremely big marks down her back
        [ ] Has IED (intermittent explosive disorder) and PTSD

-- PERSONALITY
[ ] Sweet, friendly, maternal, gentle, curious, talkative
[ ] Manipulative, salty, impulsive, vengeful, presumptive, can be cruel

-- INTERACTION
[ ] Physically difficult
[ ] Mentally difficult
[ ] Former assassin. Heavily trained. Carries a rifle visible on her back, and a sword hidden in a belt
[ ] Attack in #BB4E61
[ ] Has a backpack full of food and filled water bottles.
[ ] NPC x NPC, Unknowingly pregnant
[ ] Married to Dixie, Luxie
[ ] Peaceful actions may be powerplayed but will be met with aggression
YOU DON'T NEED TRICKS
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AND YOU DON'T NEED ME

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« Reply #1 on: October 08, 2018, 05:06:20 PM »
Bad was the way the world worked these days. It wasn't something that applied solely to this aptly named group. There was no escaping the cycle of bad and worse, bad and worse. You could slip out for a moment, become something else, but in his experience, nothing is more inevitable than a return to bad. It's something that he waits for, subtly but constantly. In a way, perhaps he can relate to Lucia's trouble with Dixie, though in his case, he had always been the naive one. Tydeus would put faith in things that could not happen, or simply would not happen, even if it were a possibility, and then things would crumble. He had hoped for a lifetime with his friends, because with them things were light and easy. When that failed, he had hoped for kindness from Bones, and he supposes that had failed too, with how he ended up. In truth, he can't tell anymore. But through the failures, he had learned two important things: do not fault the world for its own cruelty, and if everything else is cruel, there is no longer a reason to be kind. It will never lead to anything good.

At the end of the day, he remembers Dixie, and he remembers everyone else that has ended up with the short end of the stick in their encounters with him. That particular trader isn't dead, but she also hadn't made the list of people that earned his favor enough to continue into their borders and beyond. So she ended up in a gray area, much as Catalyst had, and in his mind, that's the end of the story. To Lucia, apparently it wasn't. When he looks at her, smaller than him but with weapons that he has no experience with, a vulnerable part of him feels as if he should put someone else in between them. Instead, he stops in front of her and waits for blue eyes to fall on him. Much like the trader's wife, there's something deceptively pretty about his appearance short, gently curly strawberry blond hair and a thousand freckles across his face. But, also much like her, the image is marred with scars and old memories.

"Looking for something?" He calls, his voice somewhere between bored and genuinely curious. An odd mixture, sure, but Tydeus had never promised to be a puzzle easily solved.
ALL THE BAD LUCK IN THIS TOWN HAS FOUND ME
TYDEUS.  FORMER SLAVE.  SHARP, A LITTLE BIT BITTER. 」

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Re: NINE IN THE AFTERNOON | open, joiner
« Reply #2 on: October 08, 2018, 07:26:08 PM »
Lucia might've once agreed with the idea that the world was bad, just the remains of a broken and cruel society, but perhaps her perspective had been changed by Dixie - and it hadn't just been Dixie alone shining through the cracks of darkness, but the more cheerful and lovely things in life that Dixie opened Lucia's eyes to see. Lucia couldn't exactly call herself an optimist, she was far from it - but she had drifted quite a bit from her former pessimistic ideas. It had been freeing for her when she finally saw something beautiful in life.

But she was here because people were ripping the beauty away, trying to destroy it and strip it if it's freedom - like a butterfly whose wings had been abruptly torn off. Her eyes flicked to him in a flash, resisting the temptation to interrogate and instead gave a big grin, hands still secured to her hips as she tipped her body slightly left, head tilting up to face him.

"Hi dear! Yes, yes, I'm looking for The Badlands?" Honeyed voice soothing and light, she cocked her head, a smile across her countenance. It was suspicious, a complete stranger arriving in search, but Lucia wasn't too concerned, and depending on her fate she would know what Dixie's had been.

Spoiler: TAGS 10/07/18 • show
-- LUCIA CROWE-MCBEAN
[ ] Cisgender female, she/her, pansexual panromantic
[ ] The Badlands, normal member, loyal to her wife and nobody else
[ ] 30 years old, born April 16

-- APPEARANCE
[ ] 5'1, 100 LBs, looks to be thin and fragile
[ ] Pale skin, has neck-length pastel pink hair, has a purple birthmark near her lips.
[ ] Has a leather trenchcoat on. Pastel pink lipstick on and has pastel pink painted nails.
  -- health
        [ ] Has scars littered across her, and extremely big marks down her back
        [ ] Has IED (intermittent explosive disorder) and PTSD

-- PERSONALITY
[ ] Sweet, friendly, maternal, gentle, curious, loves salty foods, talkative
[ ] Manipulative, stubborn, impulsive, vengeful, presumptive, can be cruel

-- INTERACTION
[ ] Physically difficult
[ ] Mentally difficult
[ ] Former assassin. Heavily trained. Carries a rifle visible on her back, and a sword hidden in a belt
[ ] Attack in #BB4E61
[ ] Has a backpack full of food and filled water bottles.
[ ] NPC x NPC, Unknowingly pregnant
[ ] Married to Dixie, Luxie
[ ] Peaceful actions may be powerplayed but will be met with aggression
YOU DON'T NEED TRICKS
YOU DON'T NEED TREATS
AND YOU DON'T NEED ME

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Re: NINE IN THE AFTERNOON | open, joiner
« Reply #3 on: October 08, 2018, 11:58:00 PM »
/ SORRY IF THIS POST IS WEIRD OR BAD I'M TRYING TO GET IT UP BEFORE MIDNIGHT I HAVE TEN MINUTES

For a while, Tydeus had the same opportunity. His friends had given him nicknames sweet enough to give people cavities, because that's what he was. They called him Bambi and Strawberry and a whole lot more, and for a while, he had been happy. The kid who killed his parents was left far behind, because he blossomed and grew. For a while, things had been okay. But happiness never lasted, and perhaps that was part of the reason that his perspective was what it was. Nothing good stayed long, and cruelty always won. The things he saw good in now weren't the right things he found comfort in watching bad people go soft, and his heart beat faster for the sake of people he should loathe. His whole life was a mess turned on its head, and he doesn't have a wonderful partner to make everything worth it. Or happy, or easy. In a way, his own kind perspective had been ripped away from him years ago. And as it his, he has no qualms with taking it from someone else.

"You found it," he answers quietly, his own hands finding his own hips. There, he doesn't find a sword, but a simple wire garrote that's served him well so far. Hopefully it doesn't come to that. They both seem suspicious of one another, but Tydeus can hardly blame either of them for that. The world is a bad enough place, after all.
ALL THE BAD LUCK IN THIS TOWN HAS FOUND ME
TYDEUS.  FORMER SLAVE.  SHARP, A LITTLE BIT BITTER. 」

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« Reply #4 on: October 09, 2018, 08:39:56 PM »
[ UR POST IS WONDERFUL!! ]

It was strange, the way life could go. The different paths that led everyone. Lucia found it mesmerizing to think how different everyone was, their different lives, everything. Some were innocent as a baby and stayed that way, and some, like Lucia, went from cruel to soft, and some vice versa - and some were cruel, for as long as they lived. Lucia had never thought she would end up softening. A hard-hearted girl for twenty five years, she had changed slowly - even with Dixie's affections, it had taken an extensive amount of time for Lucia to cool into who she was now - and Lucia couldn't deny even now she had problems.

"Oh, really?" Satisfaction seeped through to her face, a pleased smile, as she tipped her form back up. "Great!" With a cheery whistle, Lucia pondered for a moment. "Can I join? I've been trying to get here for ages and I'd really appreciate it!" Lucia wondered if she'd be booted out, told off - so far it was just her and this man. Lucia had nothing to fear, she believed she could easily overpower him if need be - but hopefully, it was not need be anyways.
Spoiler: TAGS 10/07/18 • show
-- LUCIA CROWE-MCBEAN
[ ] Cisgender female, she/her, pansexual panromantic
[ ] The Badlands, normal member, loyal to her wife and nobody else
[ ] 30 years old, born April 16

-- APPEARANCE
[ ] 5'1, 100 LBs, looks to be thin and fragile
[ ] Pale skin, has neck-length pastel pink hair, has a purple birthmark near her lips.
[ ] Has a leather trenchcoat on. Pastel pink lipstick on and has pastel pink painted nails.
  -- health
        [ ] Has scars littered across her, and extremely big marks down her back
        [ ] Has IED (intermittent explosive disorder) and PTSD

-- PERSONALITY
[ ] Sweet, friendly, maternal, gentle, curious, loves salty foods, talkative
[ ] Manipulative, stubborn, impulsive, vengeful, presumptive, can be cruel

-- INTERACTION
[ ] Physically difficult
[ ] Mentally difficult
[ ] Former assassin. Heavily trained. Carries a rifle visible on her back, and a sword hidden in a belt
[ ] Attack in #BB4E61
[ ] Has a backpack full of food and filled water bottles.
[ ] NPC x NPC, Unknowingly pregnant
[ ] Married to Dixie, Luxie
[ ] Peaceful actions may be powerplayed but will be met with aggression
YOU DON'T NEED TRICKS
YOU DON'T NEED TREATS
AND YOU DON'T NEED ME

Re: NINE IN THE AFTERNOON | open, joiner
« Reply #5 on: October 10, 2018, 07:08:09 PM »
◜♰◞ There’s something — she’s not entirely sure just what it is, but it’s there nonetheless — about this young woman’s sickly, sweet personality that thoroughly manages to rub Celeste the wrong way. Perhaps it’s because she’s seen it before, somewhere; that feigned innocence, a brilliant smile that promises nothing but the best of intentions, slowly eating away at your guard until there’s nothing left of you but the bile rising up your throat, burning, and a stream of curses leaving your lips as a knife is plunged mercilessly into your back. Her eldest, half-sister possessed those similar, chilling qualities, and so when she appeared before the two, clad in a dark, red hoodie that skillfully hid the bandaged up wound on her neck, you couldn’t exactly blame her for the obvious distaste for their guest that soon followed.

Her upper lip twitches into a mild snarl, the less than friendly gesture revealing a single, diamond encrusted canine, those unique, mismatched eyes narrowing as if ready to pounce. She doesn’t believe a word of it — no one was that polite, that kind, without having some more than important screws missing up in their head. It was enough to leave her visibly wary, her gaze traveling over to meet momentarily with that of her leader’s before finally speaking. ❝ You got a name? ❞ Her tone is pleasantly raspy, revealing the thoughtless damage done to her vocal cords that was still in the process of healing. This lady — she came with a hidden agenda, she could feel it. One they wouldn't be too fond of once it was revealed. Call it a gut feeling.

/ welcome to tbl !! :^) srry about celeste she doesn’t play nice w like,,, anyone.
❝ SHE LICKS BLOOD OFF HER FINGERS AND SHE LOOKS LIKE DIVINE ABSOLUTION. CAREFUL, MELEAGER, THIS IS YOUR SPORT BUT SHE IS NOT PLAYING A GAME. DO NOT THINK YOU ARE SAFE BECAUSE YOU LOVE HER. DO NOT THINK SHE WILL NOT STAIN HER MOUTH RED WITH YOUR BLOOD TOO                       STORAGE THREAD