Abigail "Fetch" Walker, inFamous Second Son

[neonwalker]

Let's get somethin' straight right now. I'm no one's muse. I ain't your pet, toy, or slave, got it? I'm only here cuz I wanna be and I'll leave whenever the hell I want.

I am down for a change of scenery, though. So, if you gotta do this at least pick some place good. Some place bright.

Comments

[getupandgo]

Y'can say that all y'want, but they kinda have to type shit out for you.

[neonwalker]

I see it more like controllin' their hands. I say it, she types it. Clearly I'm the one in charge here.

[awesomemix]

Just so you know, my writer made a noise that I am pretty sure called a couple of dogs.

[getupandgo]

But you're saying what she wants you to say...if she controls the keyboard, she controls your voice, ya know? Some kinda puppeteer shit.

[neonwalker]

No, no, no, no.
No one controls what I want to say. I don't know what kinda sad setup you've got, but I'm far from anyone's puppet.

[neonwalker]

I know a few people's faces that could call a couple a' dogs. Not yours. Just sayin'.

[getupandgo]

Got the same setup as ev'ryone else, man. You gotta wake up and smell the dust, you're in her hand whether you like it or not.

[awesomemix]

[Well hey.] There's charm too. Quite a lot of it. But in all seriousness - I am loving the hair color. Natural?

[neonwalker]

Didn't your momma teach you not to ask a lady stuff like that?