01-15-2012, 10:49 PM
OOC: Cool, let's have funnnn!
IC:
Her trip from her base at Rivet City was always exhausting. It probably was the fact ponds weren't as frequent on the road to Megaton; Jean believed that the properties of her body demanded she moisten herself up (no pun intended) more often than just to clean herself. If she lacked proper hydratation (to her, a lot of it was needed), she would feel more agressive and less patient about everything.
Her claws clutched the sledgehammer she was currently holding, the veins of her forearm bulging as her fangs clenched together. She wasn't pleased at all. "Nngh, why the hell did I stop to hunt those dumb junkies down?" she said to herself, referring to Raiders, "Stupid assholes didn't even have good caps on them. Man I'm dying for a dip..." she groaned, again lamenting the lack of moisture. She didn't even mind if the water was irradiated; her body had absorbed so much radiation already that it would take an enormous amount of radiation to actually strike her sick with anything, as a result, she was virtually immune and could enjoy most of what others couldn't.
However, the large amounts of water needed each time to cope had her either needing to stay in the water for prolongued amounts of time or drinking heavily. She favored wine in particular.
"Ugh, they better have a lot of it in Megaton..." Jean said to herself, her claws clutching the hammer so hard it was vibrating, as if losing its resistance against the force of her brute strength. Eventually, the hammer snapped in half. "...Great."
She made a mental note to keep anything off her hands each time she's getting moody, picked up the split hammer, stashed it in her backpack and then continued her treks unbothered. After all, other than the Enclave and the Brotherhood of Steel, no one was really foolish to jump a 12ft tall monster of a woman.
< Megaton: Entrance >
Jean emerged from the main entrance, her curvaceous body looming over the downward steps to the bomb at the center of town. Any person gathered downstairs or even remotely close would instantly recognize her, since she was a regular and sometimes a mischief maker since Jean's mood swings made her easy to get into a fight with.
She was here to do some shopping, but she was thirsty as hell, so she decided to head on for the bar as quick as she could.
< Megaton: Bar >
The immense shark woman entered with her head bowed down, courtesy of her height, which had her bowing down against just about any entrance. She stood before the barman and demanded several rounds of wine, then quietly sat down to drink at a corner; if there was anything that could calm her down was drinking or swimming, and she was slowly calming down now...
OOC: Damn, long post. Oh well it was just an intro. :3
IC:
Her trip from her base at Rivet City was always exhausting. It probably was the fact ponds weren't as frequent on the road to Megaton; Jean believed that the properties of her body demanded she moisten herself up (no pun intended) more often than just to clean herself. If she lacked proper hydratation (to her, a lot of it was needed), she would feel more agressive and less patient about everything.
Her claws clutched the sledgehammer she was currently holding, the veins of her forearm bulging as her fangs clenched together. She wasn't pleased at all. "Nngh, why the hell did I stop to hunt those dumb junkies down?" she said to herself, referring to Raiders, "Stupid assholes didn't even have good caps on them. Man I'm dying for a dip..." she groaned, again lamenting the lack of moisture. She didn't even mind if the water was irradiated; her body had absorbed so much radiation already that it would take an enormous amount of radiation to actually strike her sick with anything, as a result, she was virtually immune and could enjoy most of what others couldn't.
However, the large amounts of water needed each time to cope had her either needing to stay in the water for prolongued amounts of time or drinking heavily. She favored wine in particular.
"Ugh, they better have a lot of it in Megaton..." Jean said to herself, her claws clutching the hammer so hard it was vibrating, as if losing its resistance against the force of her brute strength. Eventually, the hammer snapped in half. "...Great."
She made a mental note to keep anything off her hands each time she's getting moody, picked up the split hammer, stashed it in her backpack and then continued her treks unbothered. After all, other than the Enclave and the Brotherhood of Steel, no one was really foolish to jump a 12ft tall monster of a woman.
< Megaton: Entrance >
Jean emerged from the main entrance, her curvaceous body looming over the downward steps to the bomb at the center of town. Any person gathered downstairs or even remotely close would instantly recognize her, since she was a regular and sometimes a mischief maker since Jean's mood swings made her easy to get into a fight with.
She was here to do some shopping, but she was thirsty as hell, so she decided to head on for the bar as quick as she could.
< Megaton: Bar >
The immense shark woman entered with her head bowed down, courtesy of her height, which had her bowing down against just about any entrance. She stood before the barman and demanded several rounds of wine, then quietly sat down to drink at a corner; if there was anything that could calm her down was drinking or swimming, and she was slowly calming down now...
OOC: Damn, long post. Oh well it was just an intro. :3
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