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(Character that is sister of Cranky Doortrap. Profile is still being worked on, so feel free to jump in!)

The dark purple oh-so-fancy sports car roars down the highway and full speed, blue stripes shining from the sides where a '54' was painted in a light blue color, shining in the sunlight of what appeared to be an average day. They only slowed down to stop at a red light carefully, where the engine hummed as they waited for the light to change. The tires were sleek, top notch of some cool brand. The rear mirrors moved a bit to get a better view of the line of cars behind. They had a few rusty spots near the hood, otherwise they still seemed to be a brand new sports car. Once the light turned green the car sped off quickly, tires squealing before getting a good grip as they drove off at about 100mph on average. But that was when disaster struck.

Brakes squealed loudly as the car tried to stop. They tried really hard, heading straight for a Toyota. They were going too fast. Too fast to slow in time. Too fast to not slow down in time.

Time seemed to slow down as the shiny car slammed into the truck at full force. Brakes squeaked and sparked as the shiny car goes flying up from the impact, flipping several times before stopping on their tires. The hood was torn and dented up, windsheild shattered. The sides were all messed up, a door opened loosely, the other dented in. The truck wasn't damaged too bad, as the driver drove off, cursing.

The dark purple car didn't budge after it had stopped moving. It had rolled backwards until in the grass near a crowded alleyway, where there were mechanics and houses of people. There was no way to tell if anyone was in it, the windows a dark purple too. The door that was open wouldn't open farther, and the window was still up. The front bumper was hanging off, and the back bumper was crushed inwards.

A few people had crowded at where the crash had happened, gasping or writing notes. A tow truck came, but it was just a person who wrote down the damage report, and stuck the note on the damaged cars windshield, rolling their eyes before driving off in the tow truck. Otherwise the dark purple wrecked car stayed in the grass. Hours passed, with the car still there. After a few more hours it started to flash it's blinkers. It rolled forward, wobbly, and drove only a few feet before parking beside a mechanics place. Also near more houses and stayed there. Blinkers still on, still in a mess from the terrible accident. The windsheild moved a bit, but was cracked and wouldn't lift up.

Ben would finally wake up after a night of binge drinking. "Man... that was... painful...", he would say looking down at his hands which were all bloodied up from the fight that would normally ensue this kind of behavior. His hands still had pieces of glass in them and were dirty and covered in blood. After escaping the colonies he'd been missing his family dearly... "Jack and Jim are my new family now I suppose.", he would say looking over at the empty bottles on the kitchen counter. Ben would climb from the floor of his Winnebago, which he'd managed to earn with his mere salary. "Gotta get that fireplace put in." he would say as part of his morning routine when speaking about his crappy living arrangement, it was like an inside joke that he wasn't even in on. He would pull himself up, he was already late for work. "He's gonna be pissed." he would say as he grabbed a uniform that said 'Fred's Auto Repair and Tow' with the name 'Griggs' as the tag, which annoyed the crap out of Ben...

He would head out the door to leave the alley in which the vehicle had once broken down in, long ago it was apparent, he would button his shirt while walking down the street and then light a cigarette. "I hate these things." he would say as he lit the cancer stick he'd come to know as his only reliable sustenance in the morning. A glare would catch his eyes... "What is that?"

Gabriel was driving his adorable pink Honda fit down the street, looking for the auto shop he'd found using his computer. His car needed an oil change and a general inspection. It didn't take him long to find the place, and he pulled over outside of it. He's going to gather the necessary information and then he's about to head inside when he finds a man dressed like he works at the auto place, "Hey..." His eyes drift to the car, "Oh dear, if you've got this to work on I guess you must be pretty backed up for the day..." The poor car looked totaled! "How long do you think it'll be for an oil change?" He wasn't in any huge hurry, but the thought of sitting around an auto repair place all day bored him.

Charlotte was laughing loudly while they walked down the street, "Really? You think that's going to stop me, Em?" She ran her hand over the shaved half of her head, "If I want to get my nose pierced, I'll do it. I will literally pierce any of my side of our body I want. I won't touch any of your precious half." She snorted, laughing again.

Emily looked unimpressed, but didn't say anything more. It really sucked not being able to cross your arms whenever you wanted. She scowled and turned to look at Charlotte. It had two effected, it caused an ache in her spine, which caused her to rub her lower back.

Second, it caused Charlotte to look her in the eye as they neared the repair shop. They were just wandering aimlessly, not looking for anything in particular, except for maybe a tattoo place for Charlotte.

54 would hear the noises and attempt to back away, but as she did she accidently bumped into another verchicle. Her back end fell off, clanging onto the road dully. She grumped, and tried to move foward, but barely stopped in time to not run into yet another parked contraption. Annoyed, she turned her headlights on and flashed them, engine rumbling. She dislike crowds, but being totaled was no use for moving around. At least these newcomers didn't seem to try to mess with her, though the thought made her inch backwards, tires wobbling from the wreck.

She listened to them as they spoke, knowing she just seemed to be an average wrecked car in a parking lot. Aside from her windows, which were too dark to see through.

Ben would look up at the car, it was destroyed, "Damnit I hope that's not my job today. Looks like a rich guy owned it...", he would stumble as he hit a crack in the sidewalk, he as obviously hung over... nothing he could do about it though. "I f***ing hate when Fred does this... he goes out and finds an expensive car then makes me fix it, but while I'm doing it he stands over me and makes me crazy!" he really did hate that, one time he intentionally step on an oil pan so that Fred would have something to do while he was working on the car... Oil messes gave him all of maybe ten minutes.

Gabriel was pretty soft spoken, so it was entirely possible the guy hadn't heard him. "Excuse me?" He'd try again with Ben, "I...I was wondering about an oil change?" He was pretty shrimpy for a guy and he figured he'd just been overlooked. His eyes strayed to the conjoined twins, but he didn't stare. He'd seen enough strange things in his lifetime, they weren't all that odd. If they kept coming his way, he'd politely step out of their way, and he'd offer a quiet, "Hello."

Then the damaged started moving and Gabe bit his lip, "Hey in there! That's probably not a good idea!" The car looked like it was going to fall apart if it so much as drove a few feet down the street!

Emily politely smiled and Charlotte scowled. Trading expression one rolled her eyes, the other nodded.

"Morning!" Emily called out cheerfully to the stranger, trying to be polite. She began to pick at her sweater, twisting it this way and that, turning her eyes down to the flowing skirt they wore. The pink and blue ty-dye fabric was Emily's choice, and while it drew attention to them, it brought it down to their legs and atleast covered up the middle one nicely.

Charlotte glanced over to see what was going on, hearing the crash of the bumper and frowned, "Wow, that's a worse wreck than your writing, Emily."

54 grumps, and rolls her windows down weakly...

She had no driver in sight within!

Ben gives a funny look to the small man... or woman, he couldn't tell at this distance, waving at him about oil? "Sorry Mac can't hear you, maybe let me get a little closer so I can help you out!" he would yell as he began to jog, he would think what the hell man my day hasn't even started yet and I'm tending to customers. He would get up close and look down at the little man, Ben wasn't a big man but he towered over the small brown haired boy-shaped man. "What can I do for ya?"

Gabriel hopefully doesn't look that girly close up! Still he'll wait for the man to jog closer and his attention is turned to the two girls, "That's a pretty skirt." No need not to be polite right? The car is moving on it's own, and Gabriel's giving it a strange look, "Hello?" Maybe the person was just...hunched over?

It was about then that Ben wandered up, "I was wondering about an oil change...how long it's going to take..." His eyes drifted to the wrecked car nearby, "If this one is in front of me, I imagine it could take awhile..."

Emily smiled, "Thank you, I got to pick it out this morning. I thought it was better than wearing jeans in this nice weather."

Charlotte snorted, "What she means to say is that she doesn't want people staring at our third leg and making sick jokes. She doesn't like drawing attention to the fact that we're freaks." She looked over to see what was going on with the other wreck, "Damn, I hope someone was drinking a lot for that to happen!"

''I can hear you all.'' 54 piped up, scowling.

It was Viral's day off and she thought, "Hey let's go for a ride." She hadn't had the bike out for anything other than going to and from work for a bit and well she needed to reminisce about something fun. So, she pulled off the cover and hopped on the restored 1930s BMW motorcycle that had been given to her by Logan.

Of course she had the gear to go with it, she was a seasoned biker so on went the helmet and she even had her travel backpack on. Then with the combination of turning and pushing the kickbar back she was off and out of her driveway.

She just needed to relax, to get out and move. And so as she zoomed through the streets, passing cars and people alike she didn't even think about her work or how lonely she'd been lately.

Well she didn't think about much of anything actually until she zoomed past the lot with a bright pink Honda and a familiar figure in it. Even then she had to blink as she passed it to realize she DID know that figure and she instantly kicked the bike into a tight turn and bounced over the center line to zoom into the lot.

She definitely wasn't the pillar of professionalism that Gabe had met at the Roost. In fact he probably couldn't recognize her at all with the black helmet on. Despite that she had on a pair of riding boots, a black leather jacket that hugged body armor over a white tank, black leather pants that had embedded body armor, and a black backpack that she swung off and tossed on the handle bars before pulling the helmet of.

"Gabriel?" Yes that was him, and that was definitely Viral clad in biker wear.

Ben was stunned to say the least, he heard the voices of the two headed chick, that was strange, but not far fetched... the other voice was kind of startling... "I don't know if this car is in front of my man, I haven't even gone in to talk to Fred about this....", he realized he was being rude to the customer, "but I tell you what let me get inside and we can figure this out." he would still have trouble shaking off the other voice... it was odd... he didn't see another person... Ben would walk up the door and begin to unlock the door and realize there was a note,


Dear Ben,

F*** YOU! YOU'RE FIRED! Also I'm closing the shop, by the time you get this I will have left.

P.S. I don't know who owns the screwed up purple car, but it's no longer my concern... take whatever tools you want I didn't feel like moving them.

Signed,
Fred

Ben would stare at the note... more pissed off than he'd like to be... he would turn to the others standing there. "Looks like the shop is mine now." Ben didn't like the situation, but at the same time he was good enough that he could run the place.

"So I tell you what sir, What's your name?"

"Sir, I'll change your oil it'll take about a half hour, it'll cost about twenty bucks, sound good?"

Gabe bit his lip, "People that stare and make sick jokes aren't worth your time anyway. Calling...you...two freaks isn't a very nice thing to say..." How should he refer to them? Yourselves? He wasn't sure what was the correct protocol here. When he hears the voice from the car he glances in the cars direction, "Hello? Are you hurt?"

It's about then that Viral's voice has him turning around, "Hey Vi--" It's about then that he really gets a good look at her, "Uh...um...wow...ah..." Yeah, really articulate there Gabe. Thankfully Ben is saving him from making too much of a fool of himself, "Oh yes, yes. Oil change." Right. Ahem. "That sounds perfectly fine to me. Do you need me to pull it around somewhere or should I just give you the keys?"

Emily looked at the woman with envy, wishing she could looks so effortlessly pretty, "Well, there are lots of mean people..." She let her voice trail off, trying to give up the feeling of exclusion that always seemed to happen in groups.

Beside her, Charlotte began to move to the purple car, looking at it with curious eyes.

The purple car looks at them all with blue eyes, scowling harshly.

Ben was looking around noticing the car was talking... it wasn't something he was used to yet, being from a place where there was only one car... and that car didn't talk after all. "Just pull into the garage area when I get this place unlocked." He would turn and go back up the few steps to the building, kick the door in, "Gotta get this door fixed." he would say as he moved it. The letter would fall out of his pocket and he had no idea. He would do the same to garage joining door. He would hit the button and the doors would open, it was a two car plus garage, plenty of room to fix a pair of cars. "Go ahead and pull that in." He would get a few tools to do the job.

Viral turned a knowing smile on Gabe, he knew about her past so surely he'd figure that she'd be able to pick that reaction up easily. She shrugged her shoulders and stuck her hands in her pocket, "Guess I didn't tell you I liked to ride huh?"

That probably didn't help in the slightest, but she was definitely a tease. But then she was distracted by Emily and Charlotte who she offered a friendly look, "There are a lot of mean people out there, which is a sad state for the world." Believe it or not she knew about the cruelty of people.

Interesting group of people here, and she just folded her hands in her pocket and let her eyes do the investigating for her. She was a psychologist after all so much of her work came from observation.