*Author's Note: written in Charon's POV.
I kind of came up with this after I saw Liam Neeson {daddy} die in Fallout 3, and basically what Charon was thinking as he saw my character break down to nothing... UGH. SAP.
I don't own Charon, or the Falllout series; Bethesda and Obsidian does. HURR HURR.
She's weird is what she is. Too touchy, too loud, too quiet, too distracted, too lazy, and too weird. I am not to talk ill of my contractor but I'm afraid I'll have to break that rule. Although, I'm technically just pointing out the obvious so I don't think it counts as insulting.
Of course not.
Annie was a Vault kid so I expected that she'd be very naïve and scared of the Wasteland. I'd see it sometimes in her face; questioning someone if they're really being honest, or hesitating to go into any dark cave. That's just how she was though. I couldn't really blame her for being skeptical of people either. She didn't even trust me the first couple of weeks we were together. Annie would often stay up for night watch and would only sleep in a populated area. Guess she thought I'd slit her throat. Like I said though, I can't blame her.
She's an idiot too. The crazy girl charges in her battles head first and usually uses half of the supplies doing it. You'd think she learned by now. Nonetheless, I still follow behind and flank them. I've scowled her before about it and one day I just stopped. Stubborn girl.
Despite her naïve nature, she's also kind when she isn't mouthing off or being rather sarcastic. Her heart is passionate and you could tell by the way she talks and fights. Sometimes that passion is a driving force that can kill an army of Enclave. Other days, that passion is a cruel reminder of her traits she had inherited from her father.
James was his name. I met him a couple of times as we were helping him with Project Purity. He was a good man - smart, good-hearted, and as always, very passionate. He had such a great potential to do good for the Wasteland. It was heart wrenching when he died.
God. When that man died. Those weeks were tough and miserable. More so for Annie in obvious reasons. How she survived through it, I don't know. But I amend her for it. She probably cried every other hour of the day for at least five weeks. It was hard seeing such a tough-exterior girl bawl and bawl for hours. She prided herself on how strong she was. Annie always made it clear that she was a person that doesn't lose herself. To see her break was... was terrible. After all of those weeks, she had convinced herself that she was feeling a little better, but her face was never the same. Annie looked as if she had a part of herself missing, and everyone we met she tried to fill it with them. I'm guessing that's why she is so touchy-feely. She needs someone to be close to.
Our adventure treks along still though. We just helped some ex-slaves move into the Lincoln Memorial. Annie was greatly pleased when she saw that there was a reward involved. The look on her face was priceless.
Sometimes I think about her. In a good way. I think about her laugh, and her grin she's always wearing. I think of the funny way she'll get so distracted by people's accents. I think of how peaceful she looks when drawing. When I think of her, though, I feel it's a wrong thing to do. Although, I'm technically just pointing out the obvious so I don't think it counts as wrong.
Of course not.