Author's Note: Finally, a chapter that didn't take forever to write! I'm hoping updates will be more frequent now that we are finally out of the boring old slave pen. Upcoming chapters will most likely revolve around Sarah, but of course we will be checking up on Ray and Jericho as well; maybe we'll even check up on our old buddies Mr. Burke and Talon Company soon ;P
Wasteland Survival Part 20
Sarah awoke with a groan, a dull ache pounding behind her eyes. Not wanting to open her eyes and face the day, she covered them with her hands and rolled over onto her left side. Her mind was cloudy and she felt incredibly tired, even though she had clearly been sleeping for an indeterminate amount of time.
She struggled to remember just what the hell had happened, but her mind was swimming and the randomness of her thoughts made her vaguely realize that she had been drugged. She giggled at nothing in particular before groaning as the sound made her head give a sharp throb. She pulled her hands away from her face, finally opening her eyes. Her hands and forearms were spattered with dried blood and she could taste it on her lips.
She grimaced at the metallic taste of the blood and sat up, now aware that her tank top had been ripped open and there was more dried crimson painting her skin; she sighed with relief when she realized she still had a bra on.
Shakily, the Sentinel pushed herself off of the small bed that she had been laying on. The world tilted and swayed for a moment and she nearly fell on the hard tiles of the floor. Her hand caught the wall and she braced herself against it. Yep, had definitely been drugged.
Small pants escaped from her parted lips as she looked about the room. It was rather bare; a small bed had been shoved in the corner, it was really nothing more than a creaky metal frame with a flat mattress dumped on it, and a large staircase dominated much of the room. Sarah looked at the stairs, her head swimming and lurching dizzily with the thought of even attempting to climb them.
She looked away from the staircase and towards the only door in the room. Bracing herself against the wall, she stumbled her way to said door and twisted the doorknob only to find that it had been locked. "Well fuck you," She slurred out before laughing at her own words.
Her mind pulled a blank as to why it was so funny, but the laughter ceased as she quickly forgot what she had even said. She shook her head in an attempt to clear her thoughts a little. Her blonde hair was tickling her cheeks and she reached up to find that her ponytail had come loose. The Sentinel pulled the hair-tie out and smoothed her hair back, pulling it into its usual ponytail.
The familiar motion cleared her mind a bit more and she was able to stand without bracing herself against the wall. She stumbled towards the stairs, looking up their great height. Carefully, she took the handrail and lifted her foot up to the first step. She had managed to ascend nearly half the staircase before the world swam again, making her fall forward.
The handrail lessened her fall slightly, but the sharp edges of the stairs bit into her shins and elbows when she slammed onto them. Her mind briefly thanked that she had fallen up the stairs instead of down them as she crawled her way up the remainder of the stairs.
Sarah crawled her way onto the balcony that the stairs led to, looking between the bars of the railing to see a bar below as well as two archways leading into another room. She couldn't see anyone but she could hear light moans from an adjacent room. A radio sat on the bar, broadcasting Billy Holliday singing about how she was crazy for someone.
Sarah forgot about all the noises as she stood, supporting herself on the railing. The world was no longer tilting as badly, and she was confident that she could land a jump onto the bar.
She swung a leg over the railing and straddled it for a moment as the world tilted unsteadily. She held onto the railing tightly as the tilting subsided before swinging her other leg over. She placed her feet between the bars that supported the railing, holding onto said railing as she looked down at the bar. Her mind briefly thought that this wasn't the best idea in her drugged state, but she pushed the thought aside; then she filled her lungs with a deep breath, and she jumped.
If she had not been drugged, she would've made the leap no problem; but the sudden rush of falling made her nearly black out in mid-air and as a result she slammed onto the bar like a corpse, knocking over the bottles and plates that rested there with a tremendous crash.
"Aww fuck," She moaned as pain washed over her. The radio was somehow still on the bar, but the bottles that had been knocked over had smashed on the floor. Luckily, none had crushed under her, leaving her uncut.
Eulogy rushed into the room, pulling up his pants with a shocked look on his face. Crimson followed, pulling down her dress and holding her sword at the ready. The two looked at Sarah as she lay spread-eagled and moaning in pain on the bar. Eulogy sighed loudly, stomping over to Sarah to grab her around the waist and pick her up as if she weighed nothing. "What the fuck were you doing?" He snarled at the Sentinel, who was now draped over his shoulder as he walked back towards the room she had been locked in.
She squirmed lightly in his grip, his shoulder digging into her stomach sharply. She struggled to hold her head up, placing her palms against his lower back and trying to support herself a bit. "I wanted to…get out of that room…I-" She tried to say something else but it was slurred too heavily for him to make it out. She trailed off into laughter, her hands slipping off of him and her head hanging as she laughed.
"I think you gave her too much of that tranquilizer, Eulogy," Crimson put in, sheathing her sword and looking at the giggling Sentinel with distaste.
"Me too," He muttered, unlocking the door to Sarah's room. Sarah raised her head to say something, but trailed off into more laughter. Crimson grimaced; the soldier was covered in blood and laughing raucously, she looked like the very definition of insanity.
"Take care of her, then come back to me baby," Crimson said to Eulogy, trailing a hand across his bare shoulders and giving him a lascivious grin before turning away to walk back into his living area. She pulled off her dress as she went, exposing her dark curves.
Eulogy's eyes followed her body lecherously before he dumped Sarah into the small bed in her makeshift holding cell. Sarah's laughing had trailed off and her eyes had drifted shut again, her chest rising and falling with the deepness of sleep. He looked at the woman for a moment due to the irony of her appearance. She was covered in blood like a madwoman, but she slept peacefully; her fingers were twitching and small coos of sleep were escaping from her lightly parted albeit blood smeared lips.
He turned away, locking the door behind him as he went to spend time with Crimson.
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Sarah slept a deep and dreamless sleep, only emerging from it when her body had fully slept off the effects of the tranquilizer. Her green eyes opened slowly and she lightly stretched. That had been the best she had slept in years. She laid in relaxation for a moment before her mind came rushing back to the present.
She remembered Bronson's attempted rape, and her subsequent murder of him. After that she had dropped to her knees and began stabbing him, and then her mind went blank. Her memory picked up again when she had drowsily woken up in this very room and taken a dive onto the bar from the balcony.
She cringed at the memory and the pain from the fall. Her body was slightly sore, though she suspected it would've felt even worse if she had been completely sober when she took the fall. That had been stupid, but she hadn't been thinking clearly.
She climbed out of the small bed, ignoring the loud squeak it gave as she got up. Testing the door as she did last time, she was unsurprised to see that it was locked. She turned to walk up the stairs again, her mind walking her through the ascent she had made last time. All the memories of the last time she had woken up were blurry and swimmy, but she recalled falling up the stairs.
Her shins had probably already formed bruises from the fall, but checking to see if they were there was the last thing on her mind. The feeling of relaxation she felt moments ago was quickly fading, replaced by pure rage and the feeling of being trapped.
She wanted to get the hell out of Paradise Falls, but killing everyone in it was the thought that overshadowed her need for escape. She scowled as she thought of the types of people that called this place home. She planned to butcher all the Slavers, but free the remaining slaves, most importantly Ray and Jericho. Maybe she would burn this whole damned place to the ground after that. The idea brought a small smile to her full lips, smeared with blood that resembled a macabre lipstick.
She met the balcony with grace instead of with the unsteady gait that she had the last time she had come up here. She looked to the corner of the balcony, finding a skeleton slumped there that she hadn't noticed before. Without a second thought, she snapped the ancient corpse's arm off; the sharp bone would make an excellent weapon.
Sarah turned back to the balcony and perched precariously on the railing. She was crouched on the balcony, ready to jump, when suddenly the door opened and Forty made his way inside. A dark grin crossed her face as the older man stepped inside, shadowed by a younger male Slaver.
She leapt gracefully from the balcony, sailing feet-first into the young Slaver. He was knocked over, the Sentinel landing on top of him in a crouching position. He looked up at her with a mixture of fear and shock; she smiled coldly before ramming the sharp bone into his throat. Forty turned around in shock as the younger Slaver gurgled on his blood.
He was greeted with the sight of Sarah wrenching the bone out of the younger man's throat and turning to look at him with a smile. "Hello Forty," She said, her tone almost playful as she stood and stepped towards him threateningly. He took a step back, his lower back hitting the bar. He would've reached for his weapon, but his eyes were wide with the shocking sight of the Sentinel covered in blood, wielding a bone as her weapon, and a smile as her expression.
She lunged towards him and he jumped back onto the bar in a sitting position, scooting away from her on his ass. She growled as she jumped forward again, straddling him and forcing the bone towards his throat. He caught her hands with both of his and screamed for Eulogy. The Sentinel laughed in response, forcing the bone even closer until her face was inches away from the older man's, her green eyes glimmering with anger and amusement.
Forty's aging elbows screamed with pain and shook as he pushed back at Sarah. The god damn arthritis setting in there was probably going to lead to his death at the hands of this bone-wielding madwoman. "Eulogy! Fucking help!"
Eulogy rushed into the room at Forty's desperate call for help, Crimson and Clover tailing him protectively. He nearly stopped running due to pure shock at the sight, but he forced himself forward, shoving Sarah roughly off of his friend.
The Sentinel fell backwards off of the bar, hitting her head on the hard tiles of the floor. The bone had slipped out of her grip, its surface too slick with blood for her to keep a grip on. She growled lowly and started to get up, but was pinned down as someone quickly straddled her and pinned her bloody hands to the tile. She looked up to meet Clover's brown eyes boring into her own, a smug smirk on her mouth as she pinned the Sentinel.
Sarah glared daggers at the woman. Eulogy's furious voice interrupted their glaring contest. "You stupid fucking bitch! You killed one of my slaves, now you've killed one of my Slavers and nearly killed one of my best men! If you have one more outburst like this, I will not hesitate to blow your fucking head off!" He was screaming at the top of his lungs, the remote detonator to Sarah's collar gripped in his hand and his brown eyes nearly bulging out of his skull. He was clearly fighting the urge to strike the pinned Sentinel.
Sarah suddenly remembered the heavy metal collar around her throat. She had forgotten about the damn thing; her anger had blocked all reasonable thought. She mentally cursed herself and looked over at the blood slicked bone. What the hell had she been thinking? Was she going to take down Paradise Falls armed with a bone? She shook her head at her own stupidity, feeling the urge to facepalm.
Eulogy paced angrily before finally stopping and slipping the remote back into his pocket. "Get up Clover, and pull her up with you. Keep her hands restrained."
Clover gave a dutiful nod and climbed off of the Sentinel. She bent down, hauling Sarah to her feet as if the Sentinel couldn't get up herself. She pulled Sarah's hands behind her back, and held them there with a grip that was tighter than it needed to be. She winced slightly as Clover's grip got even tighter.
"Now I want you to take her to the bathroom and get her cleaned up. I already have a proper outfit for her, so dispose of those bloody rags that she's wearing," Eulogy commanded the woman, who nodded as she was given her orders. He paused for a minute before tacking on, "And…no funny business, okay Clover?" He tacked on, giving Clover a knowing look. Sarah looked back at the other woman with confusion. Why the hell was Eulogy warning Clover not to do anything? Was Clover friends with the young man she had killed?
Clover gave a lascivious smirk and Sarah felt Clover's hand that had both of her own in a vice-like grip press a little closer to her backside. "Of course Eulogy, lover," Clover said in a husky tone, her voice slightly tinged with a Southern accent. Sarah's cheeks flushed and she pulled away a bit, making Clover give a throaty laugh. That was not the kind of funny business Sarah was expecting.
Eulogy cleared his throat. "Alright everyone, do what you have to." He scooped the arm bone off the ground, shaking his head as he looked at the corpse of the young Slaver that Sarah had stabbed. Crimson and Forty made their way forward, Forty giving Sarah a wide berth even though she had been restrained. Sarah smirked as she saw that the normally stoic man still looked more than a little shaken.
Clover began to pull her away from the scene. "Come on, we gotta get you out of those bloody clothes and all nice and clean," She said in her husky voice. Sarah looked over her shoulder, seeing Crimson and Forty picking up the corpse. Forty looked up and met her eyes; as a result, Sarah gave a grin and Forty quickly averted his eyes. Sarah turned her gaze so she was facing forward again and smirked quietly to herself.
Clover led her through the area that made up Eulogy's living area and down a small side hallway and into a bathroom. It was rather large, a toilet and sink sat in the corner while a huge bathtub was the centerpiece of the room. Clover pushed her towards the bathtub and locked the door behind herself. "Eulogy had this thing installed a while ago; it's pretty nice honestly. We have hot water that's mostly clean," Clover said, waiting for Sarah to turn on the water. The Sentinel stared back at her.
Clover raised a perfectly arched eyebrow. "Well, try it out, lover. What are you waiting for?"
Sarah shifted uncomfortably. "Are you going to watch me like this the whole time?"
Clover gave another suggestive smirk. "That's why Eulogy sent me of course. I have to make sure you don't try to escape or try to hurt yourself, or...anything you shouldn't be doing" Her voice had a mischievous and suggestive tone to it, making Sarah's skin crawl slightly.
Sarah sighed and lightly squirmed under her gaze. "Can you at least look at the wall or something?"
Clover shrugged. "No promises. I…have a wandering eye," She grinned as her eyes settled on Sarah's breasts.
Sarah's cheeks flushed angrily and she turned away. She had to fight her mad desire to hit the woman. She bent over and turned the faucet, surprised that clear, warm water ran out. She hadn't believed Clover at first. "What? How is this possible?"
"Eulogy is a very powerful and rich man. What he wants, he gets. It's as simple as that, lover," Clover responded from behind the Sentinel.
Sarah sighed in response. There were people dying of thirst and radiation poisoning in the Wastes, but some rich slaving fuck wants a jumbo bathtub and he gets it? She shook her head in disbelief as she pulled off her tattered tank top and unclipped her bra.
She stripped quickly, keeping her back to the libidinous woman who watched her every move. She could feel the slave's eyes boring into her flesh and it took everything in her to keep from turning around and killing the woman with her bare hands. Killing Clover certainly wasn't worth getting her head popped by Eulogy though.
She climbed quickly into the steaming water, letting out a small moan as the hot water greeted her aching body. She leaned back slightly, sinking into the water. This…was actually not that bad.
"See, lover? Working for Eulogy can have its perks," Clover said, her voice even huskier than usual; Sarah could hear the smirk in her voice.
Sarah lightly scoffed. "So a fancy bathtub is supposed to make me feel lucky to be enslaved?" She unconsciously settled even deeper into the water, her eyes drifting closed.
"Not just a fancy bathtub; there are fine clothes and weapons as well. You also get safety and company. You've yet to experience the…pleasure that can come from being one of us," Clover responded, her eyes watching Sarah closely as the Sentinel pulled her blonde hair out of its ponytail.
Sarah sighed. The woman was absolutely brainwashed by Eulogy. Sarah disappeared under the warm water for a second to get her hair wet. She resurfaced, lathering the small white soap in her hands before washing her hair. As she spent time here, hopefully she could convince Crimson and Clover to turn on Eulogy. He held the remotes to their collars, but he slept with the two women and trusted them with his life. It would be too easy for them to catch him off guard and kill him.
"Clover?" Sarah asked gently, looking at the other woman over her shoulder and catching her watching her unashamedly.
Clover smiled and met Sarah's eyes. "Yes, lover?"
Sarah bit her lip, trying to look coy. "Don't you ever get tired of Eulogy? I mean, he's not the nicest guy, or the best looking."
Clover grinned suggestively and gave Sarah an appraising look. "If you want me to join you, you only have to ask, lover."
Sarah's frustration rose slightly, but she retained her patience. Of course the libidinous woman had thought she was talking about sex. She gave a fake giggle and shook her head playfully. "Maybe another time; I was just wondering if you ever thought about leaving this place."
The question clearly caught Clover off guard and she appeared to be deep in thought for a moment, but she quickly shook her head. "No. Eulogy cares about me and this is where I belong."
Sarah caught that the slave had clearly wavered, even if it had just been for a moment. "So you never just wondered what else is out there?"
Clover sighed and looked slightly irritated. "I did at first. I wanted to get back out there, but with time I realized that Eulogy had saved me from the nothing I'd become; but let's stop talking about that. Maybe I could wash your back instead?" Her tone quickly changed from reminiscing to hopeful.
Clover seemed to have other reasons for staying with Eulogy, but perhaps she wasn't too far gone yet. "The nothing you had become?"
Sarah looked back over her shoulder as Clover's heels clacked towards the bathtub. The slave took the bar of soap out of her hand before she could protest and began rubbing the lather over the skin on her back and shoulders. "I was…not a very good person; let's leave it at that. Maybe we could talk more about that another time. What about you? Were you really in the Brotherhood?" Clover quickly changed the subject, her hands working gently over Sarah's tense back.
Sarah wanted to pull away from Clover's touch but she forced herself to endure it. If she wanted to convince this woman to turn on Eulogy, she would have to be as friendly as possible. "Yes, I was a Sentinel and the Commander of the Lyon's Pride." She felt herself relax a little; talking about something familiar made her more comfortable and gave her something to concentrate on.
Clover's hands lightly massaged her shoulders. "So were you the commander? Impressive. I could see you barking orders at a bunch of men," She smirked suggestively.
The Sentinel cleared her throat, putting the conversation back on topic. "The Lyon's Pride are the elites; the best the Brotherhood has to offer. I worked my ass off to make that squad and to get my title," She trailed off into a small moan as Clover's agile fingers worked out a knot in her shoulder.
Clover gave a wide grin in response, working her fingers against the knot and eliciting another light moan from Sarah. "Right there?"
"Yes; right there," Sarah let out another low moan, causing Clover to bite her lip. The Sentinel blushed deeply as she suddenly realized the intimacy of the situation. She awkwardly cleared her throat and scooted away from Clover, taking the soap back as she did so.
Clover gave a light sigh of disappointment as the Sentinel retreated. "Why pull away? You're so tense; I can help," She grinned, her tone sultry and suggestive as Sarah looked back at her.
Sarah's emerald eyes widened in surprise and she quickly looked away from Clover. "I'm fine. I'm just going to finish washing and get out of here," She responded, suddenly feeling very awkward. Clover clucked her tongue in disappointment before Sarah heard her heels taking her back to her post at the door.
Sarah made no more attempts at conversation and quickly washed off the remainder of the blood, eager to get out of the bathroom. The situation had gotten awkward quickly; but she blamed herself. She could tell Clover was…libidinous, and that had made her misread the Sentinel's attempts at being friendly.
...
Sarah quickly finished washing and looked around for a towel or her new outfit and finding neither. "Umm…Clover?"
"Yes, lover?"
"There are no towels; or clothes."
"Oh shit. I' m sorry, I forgot. I was…distracted. I'll be right back." The slave gave a sigh before she left the bathroom to get Sarah's towel and clothing, locking the door behind herself.
Sarah sighed with relief when she was finally alone. She looked about the bathroom, seeing no windows she could climb out of. While she was disappointed there was no escape route, she figured it wouldn't do her much good anyway. The only clothing she had would offer no protection from the Slavers, or partial nudity. Plus Eulogy would likely just activate her slave collar the minute that Clover reported her missing. Her mind trailed off as she relaxed in the warm water.
...
Clover soon came back with her toiletries, rousing Sarah from the near-sleep she had fallen into. "Here we go, lover; your towel and a gorgeous dress from Eulogy."
Sarah's emerald eyes snapped open. "A dress? Are you serious?" She spun around to face Clover, not even caring that the libidinous woman could see her bare breasts.
Clover gave a throaty hum and smirked as her eyes dropped to Sarah's ample chest. "Mmm, yes; and it's a rather gorgeous dress in my opinion." She held the dress up for Sarah to see.
Sarah's jaw dropped. The dress was a scarlet red, knee length piece of finery. It was rather beautiful, with a halter style neck and a curve hugging waist. "You've got to be kidding me. It's beautiful, really; but I'm just not a dress kind of girl."
"I used to hate dresses too, lover. But you'll grow to love them. Honestly, I'm a little jealous you got such a special one," Clover's tone became slightly bitter as she scowled down at her own dress, a twin of Crimson's.
Sarah chewed at the inside of her cheek and grudgingly accepted that she would have to wear the dress; all the time. Her anger flared slightly, but she pushed it down. "Alright I guess. Hand me that towel?"
Clover nodded dutifully, stepping forward to give Sarah the towel. "You'll look beautiful, don't worry. That's just part of the reason Eulogy is so taken with you," The compliment came out strangely, her tone sounding more than a bit irritated and jealous.
Sarah looked up at her, shocked. "You sound jealous, Clover."
Clover gave a small huff in response. "I do? Wait until you have to deal with Crimson. That girl has to turn everything into a competition. Crimson was here before me, so she's always been incredibly jealous anytime Eulogy pays any attention to me. I try to be friendly sometimes, but the only time she is ever actually somewhat tolerant of me is when Eulogy forces us to get along."
Sarah stood, turning her back to Clover to hide her naked body from wandering eyes before she began toweling off. "What do you mean, when he forces you to get along?"
"Well lover," she began, her lascivious smirk crossing her lips, "Eulogy likes us to have some…girly fun sometimes. He likes to watch before he joi-"
Sarah quickly cut her off. "Okay Clover! Too much information!" Her cheeks flushed the color of her dress and she physically shook away the mental image.
Clover giggled in response before speaking in a sultry tone while appraising Sarah's backside. "I can't wait until Eulogy lets you join us."
Sarah's cheeks turned an even deeper hue of crimson and she sputtered for a response, making Clover giggle even louder. Sarah shuddered and felt Clover's eyes running over her again. She was starting to hate this even more than being in the slave pen.
Bronson hadn't bothered her (save for the situation that landed her here, obviously) and at least there she only had to deal with Jericho's slightly suggestive jokes, not the outright sexual harassment she would surely endure more of from Clover and Eulogy. It seemed that Crimson would just be jealous instead of lustful. The Sentinel could easily deal with jealousy, but it had been a long time since she had been bothered by lustful comments.
She would have the odd recruit here and there make a suggestive comment about her, but by the time she chewed them out and forced them to respect her, they treated her with nothing but respect and reverence. She could brush off Jericho's comments easily enough; they were usually quite tame compared to some of the things she had heard before.
She pulled herself out of her memories and wrapped the towel around her body before looking over at the scarlet dress that Clover still held. She stepped hesitantly forward, taking it from the slave. "Don't forget these," Clover added with a grin, shoving a black bra with matching panties and a pair of black heels into her arms, "Surely you wouldn't want to run around without underwear on?" The slave added with a wink.
Sarah forced a smile and carried the clothing over to the sink, balancing it on the edge of the porcelain. She kept the towel tucked under her arms, blocking Clover's view as she pulled on the underclothes. She looked at the dress hesitantly before gritting her teeth and pulling the fine red cloth over her head.
She let the towel hit the floor and adjusted the dress, hearing Clover make a throaty sound of approval as the Sentinel put on the heels. "You clean up very well Sentinel Lyons," She was smirking widely, giving Sarah an appraising look.
Sarah turned to look in the mirror, gasping slightly as she saw herself. The dress clung to her figure, accentuating every curve and showing off her long legs. Her blonde curls fell gently to her shoulders, contrasting beautifully with the red of the halter style neck. "A bit of red lipstick and maybe a little eyeliner would really make your eyes pop," Clover's sultry voice put in gently as she came to stand behind Sarah.
"I-I don't even know what to say. I've never seen myself look so…feminine." It certainly was a stark contrast to the power armor she usually wore. She had never really looked at herself or taken the time to dress up. She didn't have the time for such trivialities when she was constantly on the move or in battle. A small part of her enjoyed seeing herself this way, not that she would ever admit it.
"I bet this is how those Pre-War women felt all the time. It would've been nice…but I would miss the violence of the Wastes," Clover said with a grin, examining the two of them in the mirror. She pressed herself close to Sarah's back and put a hand on Sarah's shoulder, her other hand coming up to play with Sarah's golden curls. "You've got the most beautiful hair…" She trailed off, her other hand caressing its way down Sarah's arm as her lips inched towards the Sentinel's neck.
Sarah cleared her throat and blushed as she pulled away from the lusty slave. "Well thank you Clover, but maybe we should get back to the others?"
"Mmm," Clover paused for a moment, already missing the contact that she had felt a moment ago, "Yeah; I guess so. Come on, lover." With that, the slave hesitantly led the Sentinel out of the bathroom and out to her waiting master.
Author's Note: So this is the longest chapter yet; a whopping 19 pages. That's a pretty good accomplishment for me, and hopefully I'll be putting out longer chapters more often. Regarding Clover's behavior: I traveled with her with a male Lone Wanderer and a female Lone Wanderer and most of her dialogue is very suggestive despite gender. I interpreted her a bit like I interpreted Isabela from Dragon Age 2; very suggestive and libidinous, yet violent. I hope you guys don't mind because I pretty much had to build most of the character's personalities based on how little information and personality Bethesda gave to them. Anyway, expect Clover to be...well Clover; insane, sadistic, and suggestive. I've rambled enough, and I hope everyone enjoyed!