Sherrel is described as a 'trashy woman who dresses trashy'. In one instance, she wore a white top and jean shorts that were so skimpy that she was more indecent than she would be if she had been naked.
That person down the street who revs their over-sized truck and squeals tires at 3am? Dial all that up to 5000, add meth rage, road rage, a chipmunk voice and too much makeup. She’d be a threat if she could see beyond her next high.
↑That person down the street who revs their oversized truck and squeals tires at 3am? Dial all that up to 5000, add meth rage, road rage, a chipmunk voice and too much makeup. She’d be a threat if she could see beyond her next high. -- Excerpt from
↑All at once, an incoming boat made its presence known. As though a switch was flipped, there was the sound of something that sounded like the combined noise of radio static coming from a bank of speakers, an eighteen wheeler with the muffler off and an onrushing train. It wasn’t just noise – the vehicle flickered with flashes of electricity and lights that people could probably see from anywhere downtown.
Seeing it approach, I had no doubt it was a tinker contraption. It was the size of a small yacht, but it looked outfitted for war, with what looked like tesla coils crossed with old school tv antennae fueling its forward momentum and sending arcs of electricity dancing over the waves in its wake, as though it was riding on a current of lightning. Various guns had been placed haphazardly around the upper deck, each manned by a Merchant. Skidmark stood at the highest deck with Squealer, the driver.
Squealer had apparently never grasped the concept of elegance in design. From what I’d read and heard, she went for size, augmentations and additions when she built her vehicles. She was kind of the polar opposite of Armsmaster in that regard. - Excerpt from Plague 12.2