((I thank the Jets SO mightly for her patience XD)<br/><br/>Mia fucking hated Big Town. Obviously ridiculous name aside, it really wasn't all that...big.  However it was big enough to make her uncomfortable.  The world would be an amazing place..if it weren't fr the fucking people.   And Big Town had way, way the fuck too many people for Mia's liking. People bred disease, famine, and were the reason the world was so -fucked- in the first place.  They broke hearts, betrayed loyalties, ruined allegiances and were easily lead by zealots.  In the whole scheme of things, 'people' in general , were not Mia's cup of tea.<br/><br/>Mia's 'cup of tea' was steeped in a combination of whiskey and caps. .  (Granted if you combined Whiskey and Caps, you wouldn't really get a very tasty tea now would you?But the point remains...)  Caps to buy more Whiskey, and Whiskey to...be...Whiskey.  Oh Whiskey :Nature's greatest miracle. Fuck giving birth, rainbows and sunshine.<br/><br/>Giving birth sounded like a pain in the fucking ass to Mia anyhow, rainbows were always like ‘fuckin....look at me I’m a rainbow’ and sunshine? Fuck..don’t get her started on sunshine.<br/><br/>Anyhow where was I...<br/><br/>Mia keeps her self rather well groomed for a quasi alcoholic-wastelander mercenary.  Coming from nothing,she figures she’s done rather well for herself. She had a reputation, mostly steady work, a nice cache of caps hidden in the wastes, and one hell of a tailored suit. Mia-loved- her suit. A sign of high class and authority, it was a luxury not afforded to most wastelanders(at least one that wasn’t riddled with bullet holes). The fact she adored it had little to do with it creating a prim and proper air about her, but was born more of the fact that no one else -had- one- and Mia was a woman who liked to defy odds.<br/><br/>Designed for a man, but fitting her gangly,and tomboyish frame rather well, her suitclings to her modest curves in all the right places. She had forgone the suit jacket years ago, and opts instead to simply wear the garment with just the white button up shirt, a simple black and white striped tie, the vest that held her modest bust even tighter to her chest, (and nearly negating her cleavage to all onlookers, thus enhancing the whole ‘young male’ image.), and a pair of pinstriped pants .  She wears no belt, feeling they are a fickle thing that one wears out of necessity,  and not for fashion,  and thus, has managed to pay a seamstress a fair number of caps to fashion her a pair of suspenders that rest under her form fitting vest.<br/><br/>With as well dressed as she appears her features give a stark contrast to the ‘well to do’ imagery.  A gangly girl,with high cheek bones, a pouty bottom lip, and generally pleasing appearance, she does herself no favors with her preferences in appearance.  Her thick, blued dyed, hair is shaved around the sides, and along the top of her head, leaving only her bangs,and a stripe of hair that meanders down the back of her head, and is pulled back into a ponytail to keep the hair from getting in her face.    Her eyes are rimmed with smoky dark liner,and her lips remain free of any makeup.<br/><br/>From the well pressed collar of her suit shirt, peeks just the faintest hint of a tattoo.<br/><br/>When in a toilet of civilization like Big Town,she  keeps only a pistol in the back of her waistband. She’ll claim it’s to keep attention off of her, but...if that was the case would she be wearing a three-piece suit in the middle of the wastelands?<br/><br/>So Mia sits in Big Towns club house,wondering where this contact she’s supposed to meet is ,and why they’re  taking forever to find her.   A empty bottle of whiskey sits at her feet, and another cradled on her knee with her hand clutching the neck.  She sits with an expression that just screams ‘look at me wrong and I will fucking cut you.’,and stares at the broken  Television across from her, slowly drifting in and out of consciousness, she lulls back and forth, catching herself every so often, and trying to shake her head  roughly to keep herself awake.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>