Future!Ellen // Fallout 3 // that bar
Sometimes the door opens when you need it to, and sometimes it doesn't. Sometimes it doesn't for a really, really long time.
The suit of power armor that stumps through the door has been maintained, repaired, and upgraded as carefully and as often as the (rather short) wearer can manage. It's seen a lot of miles and a lot of hard use, though, and not all those signs can ever really be taken away. Kind of like the ones that time's left on the wearer's face; she's just taken her helmet off. Nineteen and fewer scars than she has teeth was years ago for Ellen, by the look of things.
Mind you, the gangling grey-and-black, blue-eyed dog at her heels is pretty young and relatively unmarked, but these things happen, don't they.
The suit of power armor that stumps through the door has been maintained, repaired, and upgraded as carefully and as often as the (rather short) wearer can manage. It's seen a lot of miles and a lot of hard use, though, and not all those signs can ever really be taken away. Kind of like the ones that time's left on the wearer's face; she's just taken her helmet off. Nineteen and fewer scars than she has teeth was years ago for Ellen, by the look of things.
Mind you, the gangling grey-and-black, blue-eyed dog at her heels is pretty young and relatively unmarked, but these things happen, don't they.