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There Are No Heroes

@The Harbinger of Ferocity Do you want us mentioning each other in appropriate IC posts? I notice you're doing it but Idk if you wanna requires us to do the same

There Are No Heroes

Piper paused in her writing to grab a nearby calculator. The dark screen had her setting her sunglasses to the side again, but after punching in some digits and writing down a final amount, she sighed. This is stupid, she thought, irritated by the customer and his irritation with her. The paper-and-pencil paperwork did not help the situation. She was just pushing the papers aside when the clipboard was slammed down on the desk in front of her. Now, she gasped and flinched away from the man for the first time, her head throbbing in response. It had been a while since she dealt with such an explosive customer (and her co-workers would agree: she should be thankful for that).

"For fuck's-- Do you want your piece of shit car back or not?!" she threatened, stepping back to the table, small hands smacking down in front of her as she glared up at the man. Despite her defensiveness, she was shaking slightly: she knew he was right. It had been a while since she's been confronted about her lack of professionalism so aggressively.

Co-workers were peering into the office from the door into garage and she felt her face grow hot and red in embarrassment, her mouth suddenly dry. And for the first time, she caught sight of another in the office: he had been standing there silently. How long has he been there? she thought, eyebrows furrowing together. "I'll be--or someone will be--with you in a minute, sir," she told the man. She was suddenly flustered. "I have to key his car--I mean give him the keys to his car.

"Here's your bill," Piper said, suddenly quiet as she placed the receipt on the counter, hazel eyes avoiding...Christopher she learned after glancing to the clipboard. "Cash or credit?"

Seven Deadly Sins : Monster Mayhem (Casual, Small Group, Modern High School)

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Karen had recomposed herself and the girls went back to talking, but she remained--to Candy's pleasure--quiet. Students walked around their group and an occasional male with defined arms would stop to chit chat, compliment Candy on the ~new look~, and keep walking. If he was cute enough, the girls would all giggle together. "Anyway, I gotta get to class. Daddy will kill me if I fail this quarter," one explained before walking off. And the group sighed and moaned in agreement, then--

Bam!

Candy gasped, her hands quickly covering her ears and she struggled to stand standing but somehow managed, even in her heels. "What the--" she groaned, black eyes immediately flickering to the source. She glared, only realizing the mortals didn't hear or see a thing when her friends questioned her strange behavior. She blinked, her eyes blue again as she looked back to her group, still a little overwhelmed. They were eyeing her strangely.

"Ah... Sudden headache," she explained lamely with a nervous smile. The girls seemed concerned but were complacent as they scurried off to class, leaving Candy to scowl to herself. "Hmph!" she huffed. She would have slammed her own locker shut, but she chose to watch the girl who caused the noise carefully.

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Riddley stood out like a sore thumb, earning stares of awe from underclassmen. Wild hair, cut off shorts. If it wasn't for Candy's gaggle, she could probably contend for little miss popular. But, another senior saw different potential: "Hey, you're new. You into sports?" a girl asked, looking lean and toned if shorter than Riddley. She was cute, too, her eyes alight with curiosity.

"Oh, uh, I don't really have the time for 'em," she explained, shrugging modestly. Riddley was struggling to find a way out of this conversation--she wasn't keen on making too many friends. Her gaze was caught by the commotion down the hall: some blonde doubled over in sudden pain and she cocked an eyebrow. "What's that about? Who's that?" she asked.

The girl looked over, tilting her head. "I don't know maybe a cheer thing. That's Candace Cain. She's probably head cheerleader now-- Something's up with that guy too."

Riddley scowled and glanced back at Lucas just as he recovered. "Mm," she mused. "Kids these days and their drugs, amiright? See ya around." She dismissed herself from the conversation, finally heading to her locker while other kids were making their way to class. She would set up "home base" and contemplate whatever the fuck just happened.

The Tales of Winding

Kahya blinked at the waitress' exasperation and she looked around. Mayor? she wondered. She started to stand to look for someone with that sort of authority as the waitress helped her up instead. "Thank you," she managed to spit out in the waitress' frenzy. She was patient as she was guided to the counter and sat down, thanking the woman again. She took the moment of silence to breathe and gather her thoughts when it clicked: the waitress had called the girl "Mayor."

"Oh," Kahya mused, eye flickering to Rune as she introduced herself. And now that she did, Kahya found it easier to believe this young woman was indeed the authority here. She was patient and observant for her age and Kahya found herself relaxing further. "No, I'm not a tourist," she confirmed, gaze flickering to the outside again. "My name is Kahya Tarom. I'm... an explorer? From far south." She supposed that was the most simplistic way to explain it. She may have continued, but her stomach interrupted with a growl as the plate of pancakes were placed in front of her.

Awestruck, she gasped quietly in her native language: the food in front of her was absolutely divine. Somehow, she found the strength to refrain from digging in like a madwoman and opted to politely sip her coffee instead. Clearing her throat, she looked back to the young and generous mayor. "I don't wish to burden you, Rune Thistlecatch. But I would greatly appreciate somewhere to stay as I recover." She glanced down at her poor wrist. Kahya was kind and gentle, but she wore her pride on her sleeve. "I can work in return."

There Are No Heroes

Eleven. "Damn-- Darn," Piper commented, following his gaze to his watch. She cleared her throat, looking down at the paperwork for the first time: it was requesting information she should've gotten from the customer before even starting the work. The dread set in as she supposed the man would be stuck even longer than he'd like. She opened her mouth to speak, but he went ahead as she looked back up at him. And even though Piper should have at least considered he might be a little grouchy after waiting two hours, she also grew frustrated.

"Your car is ready," she said, nearly snapping the words, but she found raising her own voice made her headache even worse than someone else yelling. And in that moment, she didn't want to explain he would be further delayed. "Just-- Chill." Exasperated, she rubbed at her head and dropped her sunglasses back over her eyes.

Then she turned on her boot, only waving at him to indicate he should follow. Piper would lead the tall man into the front office, adjacent to the garage, and she would set up behind the counter. She flipped through the clipboard of papers, removing forms she needed to deal with and handed him the rest and a pen. It wasn't a lot, but the nature of the questions would no doubt contribute to the man's anger: they were clearly supposed to be done when he first arrived. "The owner is a little behind the times," she said, explaining the literal paperwork. She failed to point out the chairs for his convenience as she took a seat behind the counter to quickly pencil in what she could: work that "had" to be done, work she did do, and how much the total job would cost.

The Tales of Winding

Thank GOODNESS, that is the worst feeling

There Are No Heroes

You got it, @The Harbinger of Ferocity. I'm making the Jimmies up as I go along, aha, so I'll throw a mention at you as I go.

There Are No Heroes

Sweet! I haven't really written in a while so playing ~NPCs~ is awkward sometimes. But I'm glad ya like it

There Are No Heroes

Alright. Finally posted. I hope it works! And if anything needs to be clarified/edited, lmk.

There Are No Heroes

Sweat beaded down Piper's face as she sat up in bed. Her chest heaved up and down as she took a very long few minutes to collect her thoughts, her sanity. "Shit," she groaned as the headache and nausea hit her hard. Wincing against the pain and hand on her head, she eyed her cell phone-- to find it dead. Frustrated, she tossed it to the other end of the bed before groggily climbing out, gripping the bottle cluttered nightstand for balance. The dim sunlight streaming through her window was both a relief and trigger for panic: what time was it? For a normal woman working full time during the day, this unknown element would push her into hyper-drive. Piper Flynn Holmes, however, lazily put on pants and shambled out of the room to prepare for the day, leaving the light on behind her.

Bun up, black coffee drank, teeth unbrushed, cigarette leisurely smoked, and phone still in her room, she threw on dark sunglasses and stepped outside. She left the bottom half of the duplex, which she rented from an older couple with rose colored glasses, and hopped on her motorcycle. It was a small, old thing, but its size suited her and she had little trouble keeping it running. With a kick and a roar, she was off-- On another day, she may have raced through the small town, but on this day the hangover was particularly bad. She rolled up to Jimmy's and sauntered to the garage, almost ready to get to work.

"Holmes, I've been calling ya," came a voice and Piper immediately tensed up to narrow her eyes at Jimmy Jr. through her sunglasses.

"Phone died. I'm here now." He was a clean cut guy in his thirties, but ran the shop well enough. He had bright blue eyes and his close shave kept him looking young, attractive. Piper hated him.

"This guy's here for his car and said you--Jesus Christ, Piper, is that you?" Jimmy stepped back, wafting the air away from his face. It earned him only an eyeroll, so he continued. "Okay, whatever. Could you handle your damn customer? You didn't leave us with much paper work, but I was about to pick him up myself." He shoved a clipboard at her, the pages blank and ready to be filled out. Maybe he knew Piper would bite back, but he scurried off right after, as if the garage was busy.

Piper threw her middle finger at his back and scanned the lot in front of the garage. There were two people. Rolling her eyes again, she placed her sunglasses on top of her head and approached the one she vaguely recognized. He was tall and may have scared another woman, but Piper was difficult to intimidate even with her small stature. Besides, he had a dull look to his face, and she wondered if he even noticed her approach. "Hey..." she started, but her voice trailed off. What was his name? Well, she knew his car, and she knew it was ready because she had stayed late the night before fixing it. "You're here to pick your car up." It wasn't a question, though one thing was still bugging her: "What time is it?"

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