An outcast is what you were though that wasn't too hard to pull off in Melsborow. Most of the people here played into their role to keep the quaint little town just that; quaint. You didn't though. It hadn't always been that way, when you were little you used to be just another one of the mindless drones that called Melsborow home but your first year in highschool changed that. When your interests didn't align with what was being taught you just didn't engage in class. Your grades slipped and it seemed everyone was angry about this. A stain on an otherwise decent school district. That's not to say things were all bad though, you got along well enough with other students when push came to shove though most you wouldn't count among your friends. 

Another boon of your high school career was finding your passions; paint and pistons. When you weren't skipping class and being a general delinquent most of your time in school was spent learning the art involved in the combustion engine and the science of sketching. You have some well earned marks in those two classes to thank for your admission into a trade school out of town, the one life line that keeps you from quitting your job right now on the spot... well, one of two. Reason number two sat just outside the carnage of the fallen tree branch in the parking lot outside of the store.

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Your modded Aprilia Tuareg 600 Wind. A mouthful for sure so you've taken to calling her Christine after a movie you watched when you were probably too little. You managed to save some enough money to buy it in pretty poor shape from a man originating from across the pond a year or two ago and have been fixing, breaking and, modding it ever since.

"Castor, can you go grab the big garbage can from the back?"

The sound of your manager's voice snapped you out of your daydream. You gave a quick nod, leaning your broom against one of the shelves and heading off towards the back of the store. Not many people did their grocery shopping at night which made it an ideal shift to pull for you. Less rude customer meant more time to fantasize about the newest paint scheme to try out on Christine. Right now she was painted jet black with some gold accenting but maybe next you'd try something closer to her namesa-

The door to the back room was ajar which in of itself wouldn't be all too interesting if it weren't for just how easily management handed out warnings for such a small infraction. It was probably just one of your coworkers quickly running into the back for something, intending to pop back out just as quickly. On the other hand it might be something more malicious. Perhaps that tree branch was the distraction?

Approaching the door you...

-[i][abbr=It's probably nothing. Why are you worrying so much?]Continue into the back.[/abbr][/i]
-[i][abbr=Better safe than sorry. If there is someone or something dangerous back there you don't want to be caught without a weapon.]Look for something to defend yourself with.[/abbr][/i]