<i>'So what was it'</i>. The question always served to enrage the tall wastelander , being tied up, starving, dehydrated and unsure of her fate with these two..charming individuals didn't do anything to help her mood regarding the question.<br/><br/><span style="color: blue">"Isn't that the million Cap question Ghoulie?"</span>She shakes her head from side to side, her blue mohawk falling side to side, as its been days since shes tended to it.  She cracks her neck, and scrunches her face - her general unease regarding the question evident.  The scared flesh of her face contorts in an expressiveness not yet seen.<span style="color: blue">"What do ya' wanna hear? Let me make it easy, ladies choice!  Pick one:  I was raised in an orphanage by sadistic Mormons, and blew that fucker sky high..or maybe I killed a man just to watch the fucker die.."</span>She gasps in jest,  her words coming out faster and faster,<span style="color: blue">"OOO maybe It was a crime of passion? And I slit the throat of both the dirty fuckers-Oh- this ones my favorite, MAYBE, I stumbled across an NCR fuck-head beating the PISS out of one of your ghoulie buddies, and killed the sick fuck to try en' save em??" </span><br/><br/>Her voice starts to turn more gravely , the already husky tone more sinister,<span style="color: blue"> " Lets make it better and say the shuffler was sticking it to my mother for years, and the NCR fuck was  just passing through town - an couldn't mind his own business. No WAIT!  Even BETTER...lets just..pretend I walk in on my mother dead in the fuckin' corner, an ghoulie getting pounded senseless by the NCR fuck that raped and killed her...maybe I went a LITTLE off the handle and gouged his fucking eyeballs out with my thumbs before cutting his fuckin' dick off...Then..for you know..arguements sake , lets pretend the NCR fucks buddies burned down the hut we lived in to destroy the evidence- Sending my ass to jail. Pick one . I don't care which. Yr' minds fuckin made up." </span><br/><br/>Shes panting, gasping for breath as she finishes her rant.  One of the stories was true, and it didn't take a genius to figure out which one it was.  Her face is flushed, as she starts to have a rather bad coughing fit.  Its clear shes worked up, angry, and frustrated. Shes staring daggers at the ghoul. It took ALOT to get that story out of her, but she was just pissed off, exhausted and agitated enough to let it come out.  Normally, she just told people "You don't want to know. " Because more often then not- they didn't.<br/><br/>She squints her eyes as she looks to the Ghoul,<span style="color: blue">"Any other questions sunshine? Wanna learn when I got my cherry popped - that's a great story too.."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>