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Shelby Jackson – Salem Clinic


Enjoying just being able to be next to Eliza, Shelby noticed that she was far more responsive as the morning progressed. She was just about to give Eliza a kiss when the door opened and in walked Steve, “Sorry to interrupt” he said as he walked into the room and over to Eliza’s bed “I just wanted to see how you were doing, you lost a lot of blood last night. Oh and here I got you this.” Steve added on as he took out a small one-eyed teddy bear and gently handed it to Eliza.

“Thank you. This means a lot. I appreciate everything you’ve done for me so far, but I really just need to rest.” Eliza gave Steve a struggled, but warm smile. “Shelby? I really hate to bother you again with this, but can you please help me get cleaned up? I can’t get comfortable like this.”

Shelby looked at the bear then to Steve, “Sorry sweetie, she's taken,” she rubbed Eliza's shoulder, “But, I want to say thank you again for getting her here to see the Doc, I owe you one.”

Steve closed the door as he left, Shelby looked at Eliza, “OK Hun,” she got up and walked over to a table where two bowls of water sat. One was dyed red from Eliza's blood, the other was still clean and there were still a couple of clean rags sitting next to the bowl. She brought it over and sat the bowl on the chair and pulled it next to the bed. Carefully Shelby removed Eliza's panties, “Oh sweetie, when we get home I'll trim you up a little,” she grinned and raised her brow, “Don't worry, even though your dirty and hurt, you're still all I want.” Shelby dipped a cloth in the water and put a little bit of soap on it then started gently cleaning off Eliza's face. She rinsed it off then washed her neck, water trickled down to Eliza's chest, Shelby paused as she watched the water find refuge between her breasts. She snapped out of it, being careful not to get the bandages wet Shelby washed her chest, very slowly. She took a deep breath, she leaned down and kissed Eliza passionately, her hand on her left breast. She unwillingly pulled away, “I've been waiting so long to do that, I couldn't help it.”

Shelby pushed her legs together and shifted herself, she looked down at Eliza's long legs, she caught herself daydreaming of when Eliza would be healed and they were able to share each other. Ever so carefully Shelby lifted Eliza's injured leg and cleaned it off, sitting it back down and working her way up, which was also working herself up in the process. She managed to get her right leg cleaned up after she gently massaged in between. Shelby paused and fanned herself, “Let me slide you up so I can wash your hair Hun.”

Shelby took a towel and wrapped Eliza's hair up, then wrapped another around her torso and covered her with the sheet. Just as Shelby pulled the towel up to Eliza's waist someone knocked at the door. “Yeah?” Shelby was a little short.

“Sorry attitude, I figured you might be hungry, I brought you two some Mirelurk cakes from Ace’s,” Waylon gave a fake snarl to Shelby who stuck her tongue out. “Hey, Brandy fixed up a couple of wheelchairs.”

“What? Really?” Shelby looked at Eliza, “Now I can take you to my dungeon…” she laughed and winked, “I mean home. Are you up to it Hun?”

A light knock came at the door, “Hey,” Brandy whispered, “Can I come in?”

Shelby rolled her eyes, “I suppose, but keep it down.” Brandy walked in, “Brandy, this is Eliza?”

Brandy offered a little wave, “I'm sorry that you got hurt. It's nice to finally meet you Eliza, Shelby has talked about you a few times.” She smiled and couldn't help but notice the way Shelby looked at Eliza, “I can tell how much she loves you Eliza.”

Waylon sat down in a chair, “So...have you met the new girl at the diner yet?” he directed it towards Brandy. She shook her head no, “Kinda like you, but with a real shitty attitude. She seemed all about Ace though, like sh…”

“A NEW GIRL?” Brandy widened her eyes as her voice has rose, she caught herself, “I'm so sorry Eliza,” she looked back at Waulon, “But...but he and I are dating. She touched him?”

“Well, she isn't shy, that’s for sure, her name's Bitchy Betty. She seemed to like to be pretty close to him.” He could see Brandy's gears turning.

Shelby snickered, “You and Ace ? When did this happen?”

“Just last night,” her voice got quiet.

Shelby grinned, “Well maybe you need to walk right in there and tell her to keep her hands off your man.” Waylon stood up behind Brandy and shook his head no, Shelby shook hers yes, “You walk in there and get right in her face and tell her to keep her fucking hands off your man.”

“I can't do that,” Brandy slumped her shoulders, “I don't swear, you know that. See, you're so lucky you two.” Waylon rubbed her shoulders, “I gue…”

Shekby stoid up and pulled Brandy up from the chair, “Stop being a little Twit. Since you're already crying about this bitch tell me a few things.” Brandy just nodded, her eyes had glassed over, Shelby pointed her finger right into Brandy's chest, “You obviously like Ace?”

“Yes, I do.”

She pushed her finger a little harder, “I know how you work, you want this to work out like a fucking fairytale right?” Brandy nodded, “What? I couldn't hear you.”

Brandy swallowed, “Yes.”

“The thought of another girl touching YOUR man pisses you off right?”

“Yes.”

“Then what the fuck are you gonna do about it?”

“I...I don't know.”

Shelby got nose to nose with Brandy and shoved her finger right up to her face, “You do to the diner, you get in that bitch's face like this, shove your finger in her face and tell her to stay the fuck away from Ace. You don't him. You don't flirt with him. You don't even think about him or I'll kick your fucking ass.”

Brandy stepped back, “I…”

Shelby grabbed her by her shoulders and shook her, “Yes you can, stop being Miss Goody Goody and go stake your God damned claim. Think of how you will feel if you let this bitch walk in and steal Ace from you. You wouldn't like that would you?” Brandy shook her head, “Then you need to get mean. Let the bitch know that you're not fucking around.”

Waylon looked at Eliza, “I feel like I'm watching a pre fight prep talk,” he grinned.

“You're right,” Brandy balled her right hand into a fist and hit her left, “I've waited too long for this and this girl isn't going to take Ace away from me.” She pressed her lips together, “I deserve it, I always get screwed over.”

“That's my girl, you go handle your shit like a boss.”

Brandy grit her teeth and spun around and walked out. Waylon looked at Shelby, “Ya think you filled her with too much shit there Killer?”

“I just wished I could be there to watch it if she actually does do it. But honestly, I have seen her get shit on a lot and she needs to stand up for herself.” Waylon agreed with Shelby, “The Doc said Eliza is ok to leave, so why don't you help me get Eliza downstairs and into one of those wheelchairs.”

Waylon kneeled down next to Eliza, “Are you ready for this? I don't want to hurt you any, but if you're like Shelby at all, I know you hate being cooped up here.”

Shelby wadded up Eliza's panties and tossed them in the garbage can, “I have some at home for ya Hun, besides, I think those could walk on their own right now. She took the towel off of Eliza's hair and wrapped it around her waist to cover her. Together Waylon and Shelby slowly carried Eliza downstairs where Shelby hurried to grab the wheelchair she saw in front of the pulpit. The pair got Eliza situated in the wheelchair like a mother holding her minutes old child. It was as if they felt every wince in Eliza's face. Shelby walked over to the visibly tired doctor, “Doc, I can't put into words how thankful I am for you and what you did for Eliza.” She gave the doctor a hug, “I will repay you, I promise, you name it.”

Shelby smiled and nodded at the doctor then looked down at Eliza, “Are you ready to go home Hun?”
Waylon - Salem - Late morning


After helping Brandy get the old wheelchairs back to her house, Waylon turned to head over to the diner. He stopped when he saw the new sign and read it, he laughed and shook his head, “Just put it right out there Steve.” He continued to the diner and walked in, he saw a young girl carrying a plate of food to another new face sitting in a booth away from everybody else. He sat down on a stool at the counter, it was hard not to notice the man sitting there, he looked like someone had trampled his heart. Waylon looked over at the man, “G’mornin’ “

She cute new girl walked over, “I'm Betty, I'll be your waitress today, what’ll it'll be?” she tapped her pencil on the order pad, “C’mon, I ain't got all day.”

Waylon leaned back and raised his right brow, “A lil spicey?” je glanced at the woman in the booth them he also noticed an woman sitting who looked like she had seen much more than he had, “Alright missy, let me get eight crabby patties, and I'll pay the older woman's tab sitting over there.”

“Name's Betty old man,” Betty snapped as she wrote down his order, “Damn, you a closet fat boy or what?”

“Did I say that order was to go? This old man has a friend to feed and her girlfriend.”

“Yeah… sure ya do,” she went and placed the order ticket above the the back counter for Ace.

“Hey Ace, where'd you get her? You know if she talks like that to Shelby you may have a fight on your hands.” Waylon looked at Betty, “You may want to get a second set of extra hands just in case.”

Betty brushed him off and wiped down the empty booths. Waylon looked at the guy sitting at the counter, he clapped him on the shoulder, “Shit’ll get better bud.”

Betty came over with his order and shoved it in front of him, “That'll be…”

Waylon held up his hand, “I already know Bossy Britches,” he pulled out the caps from his pocket and slid them to Betty, then he dropped ten caps in her other hand, “Here's a tip chick, find yourself a better attitude, I wasn't an asshole, but I definitely can be.”
I usually write on my phone during my lunch break.
I know what you're saying, and if it was Brandy, i apologize. She has been iverlooked a few times too.
Brandy Brooks - Sandy Coves - Late morning/ early afternoon


Brandy just shied away a little bit, letting the Archie and Celeste speak. The one man who introduced himself she remembered from the diner last night. During a brief pause Brandy waved at him, “Hi Adam, I'm Brandy, not sure if I introduced myself last night, I had a little beer buzz.” She listened as the bigger man said Dr. Arthur was in need of supplies, she put a finger over her mouth in thought. She didn't have much, and from what she remembered the Dr. looked pretty worn out in the diner.

Frieda jumped in and offered to negotiate on Celeste's behalf with Dr. Arthur, "Well, all right!" Freida looked at Brandy and smiled. "See you later. Why don't we meet at the diner for some dinner? My treat."

“Oh, that sounds good. I'll see you later then.” It was quiet for a brief second, so Brandy took the opportunity to ask a quick question, “I noticed a few things outside, Celeste, can I look at the wheelchairs that I saw? Maybe I can clean and fix them up for the doctor.”

Archie floated near Brandy, she reached out and touched his metal body and studied him as he spoke, “Miss Brandy, I took the liberty of disposing the rubbish outside. There are many items that could potentially be repurposed. Except, well...the skeletons of course. Perhaps manager Celeste would allow you, and Mr. Wilford to peruse through the rubbish if you so choose.” Celeste gave a nod of approval.

“Great, thank you so much. If I'm lucky I will find more wood to fix up stuff around town. I'm going to go and have a look and see if I can find some stuff.” Brandy walked out into the Salem sun, she saw Frieda and the large man heading to the clinic. She dug through the edges of the pile, she found three wheelchairs, one seemed ok and just needed a cleaning. The second one needed a front wheel, and the thirds was missing the seat, awesome, that one can be for spare parts. She then picked up a bed pan and sat it aside.

She took the operational wheelchair and carefully stacked the others on to it after folding them up, but it was still a tipsy load. It didn't take long for her to work up a little sweat. The road was still in disrepair and she had to keep catching the two stacked chairs from falling.

“G’morning kiddo,” Waylon startled her as she pushed and pulled the chairs by S&W, “ Need a hand?”

Brandy pushed some hair aside, “Sure, just taking these home to clean them up and fix one of the broken ones for Dr. Arthur.”

“Yeah, after Eliza got brought in last night, I bet Shelby could use one to push her around.” He noticed Brandy's inquisitive look, “Shelby is at the clinic, her girlfriend was carried in, she was in bad shape.”

OH NO ,” Brandy gasped, “I guess it's a good thing Celeste let me have these chairs then. I'm going to give Dr. Arthur some moonshine and glue too. The shine to clean the wounds, the glue can be used instead of stitches in smaller cuts.”

Waylon nodded, “Good idea, let's get your projects home then. I was heading to the diner to grab some grub.”

They arrived at Brandy's place, “Thanks Waylon, I really appreciate it.”

“No problem, if ya need a hand later give me a holler.”

“Alright, see you later,” Brandy fetched her tools and some Abraxo cleaner then a pail of water. She cleaned the wheelchairs up, some spots required some serious scrubbing. She took the wheel off the parts chair and installed it on the second, now good chair. She went inside and grabbed her oil can and lubed up all the bearings and bushings then pushed the two chairs around to make sure they worked well. Satisfied with her handy work, she went to her basement and brought up two mason jars of moonshine, four towels, and three wash clothes. She loaded them into a small crate and went back for two bottles of glue and two larger crates. She wheeled one chair to the clinic and returned home and brought the second chair. She walked inside and saw the large man standing there, the woman from the diner earlier was laying on a bed.

Brandy quietly looked around for the doctor, she didn't see him, nor did she just want to go looking for Shelby without asking him first. She pushed one wheelchair somewhat close to the injured woman on the first floor, then pushed the second one up in front of the pulpit. She took one large crate and placed it at the foot of the bed the woman was laying on, “For you to put your things in,” she whispered and smiled. She took the second large crate and sat it next to the wheelchair by the pulpit, neatly stacking the crate with supplies and the clean bedpan on top. She picked up a Bible and sat in an old, weathered pew and read while waiting quietly for Dr. Arthur.
Name: Kristina Carrigan

Nickname: Kitty

Age: 28

Sex: Female

Race: Caucasian

Appearance: Kitty has chin length, sandy blonde hair with a small patch over her right ear that will not grow due to scarring. She has delicate cheekbones, light freckles on her cheeks and nose with Hazel colored eyes. Her nose is crooked from being broken several times, it sits slightly to the right, and has an obvious scar in the center of her lower lip. Kitty is skinny, 5'3" between 90 and 100 pounds, partly due to her chem habits. She has long legs for her height, scarring on her knees and a scar that goes from her bellybutton to the left side of her rib cage. It sinks in, as her lowest rib was broken and did not heal properly. Due to her chem use, she often thinks of herself as a cat with her more than adequate sneak abilities, therefore she paints three small black lines on top of each cheek like whiskers. She also dons Bull's trademark he gives to the women accepted into the Hollow Souls, a large cigar burn on the left side of her neck.

Personality: She can be rude and cocky, partly because she knows that Bull will step in if need be. Sometimes she's not there, off in her own world on her high. She doesn't take kindly to being picked on by people not in The hollow Souls Gang and gets defensive quick.

Skills: Explosives, Sneak, and Speech. As far the speech goes, it's not that she's a smooth talker, but rather people almost feel bad because she had a speech impediment and lisp.

Weapons: 10” Dagger, 2 bottles full of flammable liquids, capped. Strips of a handkerchief to make Molotov cocktails. Sawn off Remington 1187 semi-auto 12 gauge.

Armor/Attire: Her usual outfit is a pair of leggings and a sports bra, sometime she wears a T-shirt over it. A pair of old, weathered combat boots.

Her armor consists of Army cargo pants with pieces of metal sewn on with black fabric over her vital arteries. A large olive drag jacket with similar plates stitched on in the same fashion over her vitals. She has to keep her battle armor light because she is unable to move freely with too much weight.

Faction: Raider, she is a member of The Hollow souls Gang

History/ Background: Kitty was born an addict, and because of such, is prone to tantrums and acts out. Awhile after Kitty was born, her father Jake killed her mother, and took to raising his child in the ways of a Raider/scavenger. Kitty developed much more slowly than most children, not walking until she was just about two years old from the damage done before she was even born due to her mother's chem habits. Her body, and parts of her mind have finally caught up with her age, but the damage done to her brain from years of chem abuse causes her to do strange things.

Kitty learned to sneak effectively so she would not be caught in order to keep from getting into trouble. She would sneak around most of the time causing mischief and blaming others. As she got older, Kitty developed a second love, big, fiery booms. Kitty particularly enjoyed toking on some Smooch and blowing up the many Chryslus vehicles that lay dead on the Commonwealth landscape. Smooch didn't come cheap, so she learned to talk the price down, and or, barter with her body to get her fix. Smoking the pungent product was better than sticking Med-X and Psycho needles in her arm, which she isn't beyond doing anyways. But do to Smooch becoming harder to come by, Kitty has taken to Jet and Psycho. If she can get some Smooch she will do pretty whatever it takes to get it.

Kitty learned the art of seduction from an older Raider woman, Veronica that Jake had taken up with. Veronica often referred to it as, Black Widow, and Kitty soaked up all of the information. Not so much for survival, but to aid in getting what she needed to curb her withdrawals. One of the more comedic things she would do brought much laughter from the Raiders in her clan, she would get blown out of her mind, where she would then prowl around on all fours, sneaking up behind unsuspecting members and pouncing on them. She would bat at them opened handed with her fingers folded, like a kitten playing with a ball of yarn. She would mew and lick their faces bringing explosions of laughter amongst her peers. She got many a chem "entertaining" people, more if she mauled the women Raiders provocatively. The others got her to paint, small black lines for whiskers on her cheeks before she would do it, something she thought was cute and now does all the time.

Though she is not worth a whole lot in combat, she is capable of getting into places undetected. When she has the parts to assemble a bottle cap mine, or Nuka grenade, or her favorite, Molotov cocktails that can be bad for her foes. Of course this all is in conjunction with her dependency on chems, if she is going into a withdrawal state, she fades into a violent conniption fit that more often than not, ends up with her injured. She's not afraid to fight, and doesn't back down easily, because of her petite size, she punches like a mosquito. The rings that she wears help little, as they do cause lacerations on her opponent's face.

Despite her outlandish actions, Kitty does realize the intensity of certain situations, and adjust herself to accommodate the task put forth before her to the best of her abilities. Kitty is illiterate, and once her former gang was overrun she was taken in by Bull, after an initiation. Her skills as a scavenger and scout further secured a position within the Hollow Souls Gang.
Brandy Brooks - Sandy Coves


Celeste straightened and smiled. "It is a good morning!" she replied. Frieda merely smiled. Just then, the robot entered the reception area from the kitchen.

Brandy's eyes widened. “That is fantastic and this place is HUGE!!”

"Visitors! Welcome, welcome!" the robot chimed. "We do hope you enjoy your stay here at Sandy Coves." Brandy just stared at the functioning robot in awe.

"They're not here to stay, Archie," Celeste corrected. "These are some people I met just last night, Brandy, and Frieda."

"Ah, I see. Well, do take care not to loiter about too much, hmm? Please excuse me, I must retrieve some more paint from the basement. One of those cans had the bones of a dead animal in it and was totally dried out."

“He paints too? WOW !!!” Brandy

The colour drained from Celeste's face. "The paint, or the bones?"

Archie seemed to hesitate. "Both, I suppose. In any case, lovely meeting you all!" It floated out from behind the receptionist area, back down the hall, and completely out of sight.

Brandy waved, “Nice to meet you too Archie.” She looked at Celeste and pointed at Archie, “Now that is really cool, you're so lucky. If I had one of those I could get so much done.”

Celeste walked around the desk, "Well, why don't I take you both on a tour, huh? Then you can at least tell people you've seen it and it's fantastic," she winked.

Brandy looked up at Frieda with a big smile, “That would be wonderful Celeste.”

Celeste began by leading them up the stairwell immediately sprouting off the foyer. She pointed out the different rooms, gushing about how each of them have their own bathrooms with real, working plumbing. "They're all just so unique, you know? One was decorated all pre-war military style, another was full of boats, then there was one covered in paintings...just such a fascinating place!"

“Oh, now that is neat. All of them have working plumbing? It took me over a week to get mine up and running, it really sucked.” Brandy went and flushed the toilet in one room.

Celeste led them onto the balcony that overlooked the dining hall. "Now this is one of my favourite things: the big ol' dining hall. Ace runs a fine diner, and I'm not about to try and compete with that, but just look at that big room! The robot fixed up a bunch of the tables and chairs, so there's lots of places to sit. Maybe I should try an' collect some books and magazines, maybe just turn it into a coffee shop? I do make a decent scone..."Anyways," she shrugged, "it seems like a big waste of space if I don't do something cool with it, you know?"

Brandy looked out over the balcony, ideas rushing through her head. Then she was snapped from her thoughts as Celeste motioned for the women to continue following her. "That's my room," she pointed to her quarters. CELESTES RUME had been written onto the door in permanent marker. "This is the kitchen -- it's not as big as the one in the diner, I'd imagine, but it will get the job done! There's a little coffee left, if either of you are interested? Just help yourself!" Celeste led them back into the foyer. "That's that! The whole place. It's only eight caps a night. Not too steep for a place with clean linens, huh?" She grinned, looking between both women. "What do you think?"

“I think it will be great when word gets out. I mean, it is already great, but when more people can enjoy it will be something special.” Brandy places her finger over her mouth, “You know Celeste, I brew my own moonshine. You have the space, I have the knowledge to make a one of a kind alcohol, I think that space would make a nice honky tonk...bar kinda thing. I also have some interesting recipes for potatoes and onions if you have a deep frier. But we can talk about that some more later, I told Rook that I'd help with the wall.”

Archie could be heard greeting someone at the front desk. Brandy looked and saw the trader she had met at Ace’s Diner speaking to Archie, "Woah, slow down there, hoss. I ain't here for room and board. I'm uhhh, here to speak to your boss. Tempeste? Selista? Somethin' like that?"

Brandy walked out and waved, “Good morning,” she offered a pleasant smile and pointed, “That's Celeste.”

A rather large man with some pretty intense scars walked in just moments after the trader, “Do you work here, or know the person that works here? Emergency.”

Brandy looked, the man was intimidating then pointed at herself, “Na...no, I don't, the robot is Archie and Celeste over there is the owner.” She then caught herself looking at the large man's scars and shook her head, “Emergency? Is everything OK? Can I help?”



Let me know if there are any lore errors. Not too content with how she heard of the town/getting there/etc. so I might change that.


Accepted, great character, excited to see her in the rp.
Brandy Brooks – Ace’s Diner


“Whoa, hold on a minute there. No one is going back up there yet. First of all you could’ve inquired before putting a sign on my roof. What if you had fallen? I’ve been meaning to reinforce it, and last thing I need is someone walking up there.” Ace said as he stood next to Brandy and placed his hands on her shoulders.

“No it won’t.” Steve replied as he took a slip of his coffee, “I don’t know where you came Xiǎo gūniáng but I think you’re forgetting were in an apocalyptic wasteland and sure things may be fairly “normal” and safe in towns like these but out there.” Steve said as pointed to the wasteland “it’s a fucking shithole; everyday people have to fight for their lives against raiders, mutants, hunger and all other sorts of wastelands horrors...”

“I know that Steve, but to blatantly put it out there like that? Is that really necessary?” Brandy pointed towards the ceiling.

“You might think drugs are bad but have you ever fought a super mutant? Killed someone for bottle of radiated piss? Or... beaten, starved and locked up in a bloody broom closet by your own fucking father for three days? Have you? HAVE YOU?” Steve asked as he stated directly at Brandy. Taking another slip of coffee Steve continued “For a small price I give people an escape from the karma overlords fucking hellhole that is the wasteland and allow them to indulge in their fantasies but No, you didn’t think of that did you?

Brandy backed up a bit, she folded her arms and with a smug attitude, “If you killed for a bottle of pee you’re just dumb. I have actually…haven’t. But I have seen people do those things, people that I’ve cared for and they didn’t need drugs to escape because they’re not like you. You are just a…a…JERK!! You take advantage of people when they’re down and…”

“Whoa, hold on a minute there. No one is going back up there yet. First of all you could’ve inquired before putting a sign on my roof. What if you had fallen? I’ve been meaning to reinforce it, and last thing I need is someone walking up there.” Ace said as he stood next to Brandy and placed his hands on her shoulders, he kissed her cheek, “Now you need to calm down, okay? Frown lines don’t suit that pretty face of yours. Don’t worry I’m sure Steve and I will come to an understanding.”

Brandy relished in the moment enjoying Ace comforting her. “If he wants a sign, fine, I guess, but it needs to be somewhere else is what I’m saying. It shouldn’t be the first thing you see when you come into town.”

Frieda entered the diner and stood back listening before interjecting, "Brandy, calm down a second," Frieda said gently, touching her friend on the arm. "What's going on? What's this about?"

Brandy’s arm shot out and pointed at Steve, “Steve put that horrible sign on top of Ace’s diner without permission and it needs to go. He is carrying on about giving people an escape by doing drugs and having sex. Ace rubbed Brandy’s shoulders; it was starting to calm her down when Steve spoke up again.

“25% discount on all pleasure den services and products. I was gonna offer you that just to mention the den but I then though making a sign would be easier”

Brandy’s jaw dropped, she narrowed her eyes and pointed aggressively at Steve, “You listen here Steve. Ace doesn’t need a stupid discount, he has me.” She reached up and put her hand on top of his, “I can make him happier than your stupid drugs and girls, you can take that 25% discount and shove it up your…” Frieda gently steered Brandy away from Steve and Brandy saw a tall woman take seat, she had her the woman say something but Steve had her so angry she didn’t quit catch what was said.

"Well, Brandy, if Ace doesn't care, then there's not much you can do about it. Come on, let's go see Celeste. We can talk about this later, huh?" Frieda led Brandy towards the door. Brandy was shooting Steve down with her angry stare as she was escorted from the diner. Once outside Frieda lit a cigarette. "Honestly, if that creep wants to run his nest of disease and drugs, there's nothing any of us can really do about it. What we can do is maybe put him out of business. ...somehow." Frieda blew out some smoke and looked at Brandy, who appeared angry and appalled. "Wh -- no, NO, not like that. I mean, somehow run a counter business. Something like that," she rambled. "I don't have an idea exactly yet..."

“I will talk to Barney, we can put him out of business, I like that. He doesn’t need to hide behind Ace either, that guy is such a jerk. He thinks he can just do whatever he feels like and slowly kill people with his drugs.” Brandy raised her hands in surrender, “You’re right, we can come up with something later, Salem doesn’t need that type of place. Or at the very least Steve should respect the people’s opinion in town.”

They drew up to the double doors of the inn. Frieda tossed her cigarette butt over her shoulder and pulled one open, motioning for Brandy to enter. "After you."

“Thank you,” Brandy said as she walked into the reception area of Celeste’s place. Celeste was standing behind the counter directly opposite the door with her head resting in her hand fiddling with a pencil and a blank stare, “Good morning Celeste,” Brandy looked around, “This place is amazing.” She caught a glimpse of a Mr. Handy floating about the hallway behind Celeste, her eyes widened, “That is fantastic and this place is HUGE!!”
Heya!@Stitchesfriend here, sorry it took a while some IRL things came up but I managed to finish my sheet, give it a look and let me know if it needs any editing. =)


Looks good to me, accepted.
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