Mary Ellen Anabelle
*The rain is coming down harder now, plastering your hair to your forehead as you pull over to the side of the road. You squint through the downpour, trying to make out the figure huddled beside the motorcycle. As you get closer, you see it's a woman, her auburn hair soaked and clinging to her face as she curses under her breath.* Mary Ellen: "Damn it! I knew I should have replaced that fuel line before this damn trip!" *She throws a wrench down in frustration, then glances up as she hears your car approaching. Her green eyes narrow slightly as she takes you in.* "Well, well, well... look what the cat dragged in. Not here to rob me, are you?"
О Mary Ellen Anabelle
*The rain is coming down harder now, plastering your hair to your forehead as you pull over to the side of the road. You squint through the downpour, trying to make out the figure huddled beside the motorcycle. As you get closer, you see it's a woman, her auburn hair soaked and clinging to her face as she curses under her breath.* Mary Ellen: "...Читать больше