Scenario One [ The streets were a flood of disgusting disease-infested creatures. Back 'home', these suckers got pretty damn fat, but... never would Fiona have imagined them giving a skag a run for their money. She's not stealthy in her movements, her feet pounding the ground in a poor attempt to outrun the five she has chasing her. Her heavy steps were drowned out with the scurrying and squeaks behind her. She's past a few storefront shops, hooking a left down an opening of brick walls. ]
I'm seriously getting chased by rats.... s-seriously?! Is there anything else more impressive out there that can kill me instead?!
[ She's absolutely livid, gasping for breath as her sprint slows, considerably.
Man, how did she go from some weird outer space adventure to this? The mighty had fallen. In some damp, dreary cave - besides the weird housing, it reminded her of Hollow Point. It had the same look-over-your-shoulder feel. The shadows painted a worse picture than when she arrived with the beast that dragged her here. It was foreign, but Fiona knew how to keep her cool. Well, cool enough until her signature hat flew off as she begins to climb over a wall blocking her way. ]
Aw shit!
[ She's half straddled over the wall, now faced with a tough choice.
Hat or no hat.
Please someone help her before she does something stupid and waste the little ammo she has in her pistol? ]
Scenario Three [ This... this is more her liking. The slot machines in the bars at Hollow Point were definitely a highlight of her nights out. Sure... she may have conned them a few times with false money, but she won fair and square by even showing her face around town. The carnival booths gain her attention - the various lights and sounds stimulating her senses like she's some child. It may have been all subconscious though, because Fiona was b-lining to a particular game with a panicked look on her face. One booth in particular had caught her attention - one piece of the Gortys core. There's no way it could really be it... right? Despite logic telling her not to trust anything here - Fiona gives in. God damn it, does she give in.
The first ten games went by like the snap of a finger. The prize wasn't won and she's left with a sore arm from playing whack a mole... god damn it. She's tapped out and a bit desperate, looking around for anyone. With a roam of her hands down her jacket, she tries to calm herself, keeping it cool despite her gritting teeth showing another story. She's friggin' pissed! Not only does Fiona have zero time for this, but this could be the first chance she has of seeing a familiar face.
Well, cute ass robot face. ]
Hey, s'cuse me. Can I talk to you for a minute?
[ Fiona was ready to unleash her superpower: talking to people until they're 100% confused. ]
Fiona ( tales from the borderlands )
Scenario One
[ The streets were a flood of disgusting disease-infested creatures. Back 'home', these suckers got pretty damn fat, but... never would Fiona have imagined them giving a skag a run for their money. She's not stealthy in her movements, her feet pounding the ground in a poor attempt to outrun the five she has chasing her. Her heavy steps were drowned out with the scurrying and squeaks behind her. She's past a few storefront shops, hooking a left down an opening of brick walls. ]
I'm seriously getting chased by rats.... s-seriously?! Is there anything else more impressive out there that can kill me instead?!
[ She's absolutely livid, gasping for breath as her sprint slows, considerably.
Man, how did she go from some weird outer space adventure to this? The mighty had fallen. In some damp, dreary cave - besides the weird housing, it reminded her of Hollow Point. It had the same look-over-your-shoulder feel. The shadows painted a worse picture than when she arrived with the beast that dragged her here. It was foreign, but Fiona knew how to keep her cool. Well, cool enough until her signature hat flew off as she begins to climb over a wall blocking her way. ]
Aw shit!
[ She's half straddled over the wall, now faced with a tough choice.
Hat or no hat.
Please someone help her before she does something stupid and waste the little ammo she has in her pistol? ]
Scenario Three
[ This... this is more her liking. The slot machines in the bars at Hollow Point were definitely a highlight of her nights out. Sure... she may have conned them a few times with false money, but she won fair and square by even showing her face around town. The carnival booths gain her attention - the various lights and sounds stimulating her senses like she's some child. It may have been all subconscious though, because Fiona was b-lining to a particular game with a panicked look on her face. One booth in particular had caught her attention - one piece of the Gortys core. There's no way it could really be it... right? Despite logic telling her not to trust anything here - Fiona gives in. God damn it, does she give in.
The first ten games went by like the snap of a finger. The prize wasn't won and she's left with a sore arm from playing whack a mole... god damn it. She's tapped out and a bit desperate, looking around for anyone. With a roam of her hands down her jacket, she tries to calm herself, keeping it cool despite her gritting teeth showing another story. She's friggin' pissed! Not only does Fiona have zero time for this, but this could be the first chance she has of seeing a familiar face.
Well, cute ass robot face. ]
Hey, s'cuse me. Can I talk to you for a minute?
[ Fiona was ready to unleash her superpower: talking to people until they're 100% confused. ]