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I'm interested! and my vote is to #2 or both.
I'm interested! Is there a chance that I could make a character who is neither a hero or a villain, who just does what they like and sides with whoever will help them get what they want? A bit of a chaotic neutral, often siding more on the chaotic side due to the excitement of causing trouble.
Chenoa sat peacefully, ignoring the world and watching the pigeons argue and fight over the seeds, and the crows attack their shelled peanuts. She murmured to them to stop their feuds and tossed another handful of seeds to the bickering birds. She barely noticed a man walk up to her and begin to speak.
"Was hoping you had a napkin to spare?" the man asked.
Chenoa was caught by surprise; she was only paying attention to the birds that she was feeding, and didn't hear the first bit of what he was asking her. He was very tall (compared to her, at least) and had shaggy, dark hair. She noticed the blood on his face that he was gesturing to, just barely dried. She gasped as she realized what he was asking for and quickly put away her seeds and grabbed the napkin that her sandwich had been sitting on earlier.
"Here, It's not the cleanest, but it should be fine," she said as she passed it to him.
She budged over a bit on the park bench that she was sitting on and patted the spot next to her, inviting him to sit while he cleaned his face.
"What happened?" she inquired, taking a bite of her sandwich, seeing as she had no place to put it now, and should probably eat it anyway. The birds began to complain and ask for more food, but she ignored them.
Chenoa groaned loudly as her aunt Josie turned on her bedroom lights and opened her blinds at 5 am sharp. The light seared through her eyelids and she quickly rolled over. Josie gave her a playful spank as she enthusiastically commanded, "Up and at 'em sweetcakes! Somebody's got to open up shop today!" She left the room humming to herself as Chenoa rolled across her bed to reach her dresser without getting up. As she rummaged around looking for a comfy pair of socks, she heard her cousins, Isaac and Andre, reluctantly waking up. She got dressed quickly in jeans and a Metallica tee and made her way downstairs to help with breakfast.
Josie was already whisking eggs as she waited for her pan to heat up. Two packages of bacon were already thawing on the counter, so Chenoa preheated the oven and got out some trays to start on that (If you have never cooked bacon in the oven, then you are probably doing something wrong.).
The boys made their way into the kitchen as Chenoa was laying out the bacon.
Andre was the youngest of the two boys, 18. He was tanned nicely and looked just like his mother. His hair was cut short for the most part, it was just long enough to stick up at weird angles in the morning until he brushed it down. He tumbled down the stairs first, just missing the last step. But he caught himself almost gracefully as he approached his regular seat on the other side of the kitchen island.
Isaac, 21, barely looked up from his phone as he slowly strolled to his seat next to Andre. He and Chenoa looked more alike with paler skin and blue eyes, except his hair, which was darker and a lot curlier. He was thinner than his brother, and his hair was longer, too.
"What's up buttercup?" Chenoa asked Isaac.
"Mhmm." he agreed.
"How do you want your eggs?"
"Sure," he answered.
"Can I use your toothbrush to clean my balls?" Andre asked as if asking a completely normal question.
"Yeah, sure," Isaac responded, still tapping away at his smartphone. Chenoa and Andre burst into giggles and Isaac finally looked up from his phone, asking what they were laughing at.
The four of them continued business as usual. The girls continued to make breakfast as the boys set the table. They eat as a family, and the boys clean up afterward. Tomorrow, the roles switch.
Chenoa opened up shop downstairs while the others continued to get ready.
The first step, turn on the lights and flip over the 'Open! Please come in!' sign. It would be a few minutes before the first few people strolled in; Saturdays are never very busy in the morning. Then, she began to brew coffee and made sure that all her various machines were working and were full of sugar or cream or hot water, or whatever it was that they dispensed.
The first people to come in were always regulars.
Jim normally made laps around the block while he waited for the cafe to open. He was a scruffy man with a graying beard and a brown lab named Chops. Jim lost his job at the factory some years ago, and as he was a high school drop out and had never had any other job, it was hard for him to find another. Eventually, he and Chops moved to the streets. Everyone at Josie's was fond of Jim and always reserved him a few free cups of coffee and leftover food from the day before that they couldn't sell, but hadn't gone bad just yet. If it was raining, they let Chops come in too.
Mr. Chavez was a businessman who always came in before work for a black coffee and a bagel. He never really talked much, and Andre liked to say that he worked for the FBI. He always wore a black suit and brought a worn brown briefcase with him. He always sat in a booth in the back and worked on his laptop for an hour before leaving. He always gave a large tip, varying from $5 to $15. Andre made jokes that it was hush money.
Their third regular, a blonde man in his 20s named Jake, would normally come in and sip on lattes until 9 at the end of the front counter. He was always very twitchy and nervous; he would jump on his stool almost every time someone walked through the front door. Chenoa liked to talk with him when she was cleaning mugs, and it seemed to calm him down a bit more. He had stopped showing up a few days before, and she began to worry about him.
She had heard about people in Esperanza going missing more often lately, but for some reason had never thought that anyone she knew would go missing. One could only hope that he was possibly trying to kick a caffein addiction or something.
As the sun slowly rose, Chenoa continued to brew coffees and assemble sandwiches alone until the noontime rush. Isaac eventually joined her as couples came in for brunch and people waking up late on a Saturday came in for their coffees.
After lunch, there was a steady amount of customers, but nothing Isaac couldn't handle on his own until 5. Chenoa took a sandwich and a tea out to the park nearby, along with some peanuts and bird seeds. She liked to sit out there for a while, watching people walk through the park, feeding the birds and giving unshelled peanuts to the crows who wanted a bit of a challenge.


just tell me if anything should be changed or looked over, and I hope that her ability isn't too far fetched :)
I'd also love to join!
I'm super interested in this!!!
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