[color=9e0039][b]Lorelei Jones - Salem Outskirts[/b][/color]

“Rook wants to put trust that people are not all bad. Rook has seen many things as well. The Pitt, they made Rook fight for life. Capital Wasteland was hard and unforgiving. York Square is very close to that. Raiders, bandits, and monsters fight and kill those who are honest, hard-working, or simply wanting to be good.”

Lorelei nodded slowly. “I heard legends of the Pitt while I lived in the Capital Wasteland. I am surprised—albeit glad—we did not cross paths in those days. A vast majority of the mutant population near Washington D.C. was openly hostile. I…” she frowned. “I probably would have shot you on sight. As anyone would have.” She somehow managed to rebound back into a warm smile. “Alas, this isn’t the Capital Wasteland. Thank god.”

"Salem has bad past, but has good people. Rook talks to you, and you listen, so you cannot be bad. Lady with plasma gun simply did not understand white flag, was afraid of Rook. Rook understands, he is too handsome to not be intimidated by." He would stand up and smile at the woman. "Rook will return to work now."

After staring blankly at the ground, Lorelei addressed Rook without looking up. Cannot be bad. She shrugged. “You wouldn’t have wanted to meet me five years ago. They call me something else in the west.” She paced around as Rook went back to work. “But this is a new place. A fresh start. Lorelei Jones is [i]supposed[/i] to be a ‘good’ person. I suppose we will all learn soon whether this happens to be true.”

Lorelei itched her back underneath her jacket and grimaced, having poked a sensitive, engraved portion of her skin. “They’ll come to love you. But they aren’t used to people of your stature being friendly. Give them time. But be careful. Gun-infused prejudice can only get people hurt.” She looked around and folded her arms. “It was lovely to meet you, Rook…I…I think I’m going to wander around. Sightseeing of some sort. Perhaps I’ll run into someone strong enough to actually contribute with this wall.” She bowed her head. “I’ll see you.”

With that, Lorelei marched back up the hill, rifle slung around her back and desert eagle firmly embedded in its holster. She wandered the outskirts of town, carefully perusing the houses and captivatedly watching various folks move into their new homes. After a while, she moved on, finding herself parallel with a massive pink structure on the outer ring of the town. She watched as a woman crawled into one of the windows, leaving behind a slight blood trail against the brick.

[i]What the hell?[/i] Lorelei drew her pistol and walked up to the front door. She knocked and received no answer. She opened it, surprised that it was unlocked, and walked into a dark hallway. She dug into her pocket for her lighter and flipped it, granting a small radius of light. Sure enough, a woman lay against the wall, a cigarette dangling from her mouth. Lorelei hurried over and took a better look at the crumpled form against the wall. It belonged to a young, rather pretty woman, although she had clearly seen much better days. She shook the woman’s shoulder, trying to wake her up, and patted various areas on the woman’s chest looking for the culprit of the bleeding. She found a bullet wound on her gut and the leg-wound was clearly visible. She started to mumble, unsure if the figure had yet woken up.

“…I’m going to need to get you to a doctor.” Lorelei tried to shake the woman’s shoulders again. “Are you all right?” A rather moot question – the answer was clearly a resounding ‘no’. “If you can’t walk, I can help you. The clinic is not far from here.”