[center][h2][b][color=f6989d]Estelle Bennett[/color][/b][/h2][/center] [list] [*] [color=bc8dbf][i]Location - Salem (Ace's Diner)[/i][/color][/list] [i]Thud. Thud-thud.[/i] Estelle promptly dropped her luggage, its weight straining the old woman’s frail arms and cramping her gnarled fingers. A sigh slipped from between her ruddy lips. Beginning to feel the waxing sun’s heat build on her head and the nape of her neck, Estelle shrugged off her shawl and wrapped the bricolage of sewn patterns and colors around her head and neck, into a rather comfortable headscarf. Brushing aside stray tresses of wispy hair, Estelle’s eyes wandered to a towering church several feet from her. Despite its peeling, dilapidated exterior, the place of worship donned a rustic appearance which she could not help but admire. It was a welcomed contrast to the unappealing buildings of Diamond City, which were either an assemblage of scrap metal or a dismal skeleton of one—picked dry by the many scavengers in the area. As Estelle’s gaze drifting upwards, towards the steeple of the church, a vibrant red sign caught her attention. Set ablaze against the sun, the sign drew her towards Salem’s diner, suitcases and purse again in her hands. As she approached, Estelle noticed a woman leaving the diner, the sounds of chatter following her out. As she approached the eating house, Estelle felt nervousness snake through her. She paused at the door, lips pursed. She quietly wished she had brought Lady Luck with her. The grizzled mutt had been Estelle’s companion for years, and she had left Lady back in Diamond City with her friend Constance. Though it scared her to admit it—to even think about it—Estelle planned to eventually die here, and did not want to damn Lady out here to suffer the same fate. She knew the dangers in rural Commonwealth were very real, and the safety of the city would guarantee Lady a pampered life. That was what Estelle wanted for her dog. Bags in hand and headscarf framing her wizened countenance, Estelle stepped into the diner.