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Strong hands softly turned the battered steering wheel, guiding the slow-moving hunk of metal she lovingly called 'babs' down the streets of her hometown. A melodic piece was hummed and mumbled sporadically under her breath. Familiar passersby nodded in greeting, receiving a polite wave or a small smile in return. There were denizens of all different types, some with powers visible to the naked eye, and others more...[i]ordinary[/i], though she knew that wasn't the right word. Either way, all was good. It was like she was in her own little world, bordering on blissful. She nearly believed that nothing would come and ruin it. 

Moments after she restarted humming the tune that was stuck in her head, she realized she was utterly wrong for being so positive. The worn engine sputtered. With each rotation of balding tires, something beneath the hood jumped. Finally, with a pitiful, artificial wheeze, the car cut out altogether. This was nothing new. The routine was getting so repetitive that Carmen had begun driving a route that she knew was close to her favorite dives. That way, she could at least stop and visit a friend or grab a drink rather than being stranded by herself. Stepping out of the vehicle, she ran a palm over the slightly warm frame of the red lemon, a wry smile on her lips. She knew it was only a matter of when the car would finally give, not if.

A click of her keys and the automobile was locked. Taking in her surroundings, she realized she was closer to Wit's End than any other location. While she wasn't necessarily in the mood for a drink, she didn't mind the bartender's casual attempts at conversation. After shoving her keys back into the pocket of her grey sweatpants -and patting the other pocket to make sure her fork was on her person- she began making her way towards the bar.

As she rounded the corner, she felt a subtle crunch beneath her right foot. Lifting up her sneaker, she peered down at it, seeing the flattened body of a tarantula. Grimacing, she wiped her shoe on the ground and carried on. 

Until she heard the scuttling. Turning her head to the side, she laid eyes upon a giant group of tarantulas. They stared back at her, hundreds, if not thousands of eyes all focused on her. Taking this as a cue to leave, she fled. Someone had let their power get out of control, and she wasn't going to stick around and face it. Turning, she yelled over her shoulder, [color=32CE50]"Sorry about the spider!"[/color] 

Closing the door of the bar behind her, she heaved a sigh. She wasn't sure if the arachnids had followed, but she was certain they couldn't get through a solid door. Taking a seat at the bar beside a [url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/95/e3/fe/95e3fe4a783b367e057b3cf89fbffbf8.jpg]middle aged man[/url], she placed one hand in her pocket, feeling for her taser. Luckily, it was still there. She fished it out and placed it on the counter beside her. [color=32CE50]"I'll have some tap water, please."[/color] She eventually called to the bartender. Taking a glance at the man beside her, she noticed his fancy cigar and his glass of whiskey that had almost been drained. She wasn't sure who he was, but perhaps staring wasn't the best idea. Looking away, she found herself facing a glass of water. She took a long sip, and started to relax a bit.