Full Name (plus titles if any): Sarah Shaw
Full Species(es): Human
Hair Color (include adjectives): At various times it is both "long raven", or ebony. Apparently the author couldn't pick just one. Then after Bono pays for her MAKEOVER!! TEEHEE!1 it becomes a "choppy, messy, layered chestnut-brown bob".
Eye Color (include adjectives): "Cat-green", "jade", "emerald". You kids and your wacky synonyms. In my day, "green" was good enough for anyone.
Unusual Markings/Colorations: None. Although the story was never finished, so you never know what might have lain in store.
Special Possessions (if any): A whole new wardrobe! That Bono bought for her! TEE!!1!
Annoying Origin: Suicidal prostitute on a bridge. Bono happens by, and instead of doing what any decent human being would do and let an obvious Mary Sue fall to her death, he steps in and saves her.
Annoying Connections To Canon Characters: After saving her from a well-deserved watery death, Bono, who is hopped up on goofballs, naturally decides that he'll make her a SUPERSTAR!!!1! He then ingests more of the aforementioned goofballs and falls head-over-heels for her.
Annoying Special Abilities: Ability to make Bono decide that she's star material seeing her unwashed and likely diseased, about to jump from a bridge. Also, the ability to make Bono ingest vast amounts of goofballs.
Other Annoying Traits: To quote Bono: "The voice of an angel". He hasn't heard her sing at the point at which this is said. He just knows. Maybe the goofballs told him. And you don't fool me, sister. No angel gave you that. You open your mouth and I smell brimstone.
She was leaning against the wall outside the same coffee shop they had been in before, slowly exhaling smoke rings from the cigarette held lightly between her forefingers. She was illuminated by the street light above her, ebony hair cascading over pale shoulders. He noted that she was wearing the same dress as yesterday. She didn't notice him as he approached her from the side so he laid a hand softly on her shoulder. She jumped, startled, and spun to face him.
"Oh, it's you." Unimpressed, she leaned back against the wall and took another drag on the cigarette. Two young men sauntered past, gave her the eye. One of them wolf-whistled. The other winked. "Ah, fuck off," she advised them, throwing the cigarette to the ground and stamping it out with the toe of one black stiletto.
Despite himself, Bono couldn't hide a small grin. "Great attitude."
She smiled wryly. "Thanks. So, where you taking me?" Emerald eyes regarded him distrustfully.
He shrugged. "I thought we'd just walk and talk a bit. I want you to tell me about yourself."
She made a face. "I don't know about this. How do I know I can trust you? I mean, you're Bono. Everyone knows who you are. How do I know you aren't just doing this for publicity? And why are you helping me anyway?"
"I'll explain everything later. But for now it's my turn to ask the questions."
They started to walk, across the bridge where he had rescued her the night before. Bono stole a glance sideways at Sarah, noticing how fragile and vulnerable she looked. She was skinny, draped in her crimson dress, a couple of inches shorter than him, with long poker-straight jet hair and glinting jade eyes that cast a suspicious look at everyone who passed them. Pretty though. Yes, he could make something of this one. He also noticed that whenever a man walked past, no matter how old, young or innocent-seeming, she appeared to shrink closer to Bono like he was a security blanket.
They stopped in the middle of the bridge and she stood staring down at the water for a while, mirroring the previous night. Bono stayed silent, watching her. She inhaled slowly through her nose, out through her mouth, then turned to face him.