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Wendy Harlett

"Everyone has goodness inside themselves."

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a character in “The Problem Pausers”, as played by MyChemicalRomanceGuy

Description

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Age:
19
Height:
5"2
Body:
Petite, Small, Slightly Tan
Eyes:
Dark Brown
Hair:
Long straight Red hair
Personality:
Wendy is very cheerful and goofy. She enjoys a good laugh and is always willing to help other. She's always smiling and is usual a bright light in a dark world. Her heart is kind and sweet. She loves animals and children. She also is a big people person, and a morning person. Image

Background:
Wendy grew up with her mother and her baby sister. She was usually the mother to her little sister, as her mother had to work to provide them with food and money. Her dad was a mean drunk, and her parents split up before she was born. Wendy is also very close to her Uncle. Even though she has had many struggles and tough times, she's always been sweet, and kind to others, even when they weren't so kind to her. She believes that everyone has goodness in them. She is a waitress at this coffee shop where she has been working there for 5 months. The regular customers adore her charming self, and they always comment on her cute appearance. She would never think she was special or beautiful, but thanks them for their compliments.Image

So begins...

Wendy Harlett's Story

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Character Portrait: Wren Alvarez Character Portrait: Markah Tomson Character Portrait: Ottaile Character Portrait: Somnus Ectar Character Portrait: Sylvester Ectar Character Portrait: Danny Brooks Character Portrait: Ardair Fornell Character Portrait: Wendy Harlett

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Wendy sped down the highway in her Ford Taurus. She was barely ever late, but when she was she felt terrible. She hated disappointing people, and making people wait on her. 'Dang it,' She thought as she sighed, sitting at a stop light.
Luckily, the light wasn't long and she made it to work fairly quickly.

She grabbed her bag and ran inside the local Coffee shop. "Sorry I'm late!" She said as she hurried to the back, throwing on her work uniform. She was 15 minutes late. Even though some of the other works were ALWAYS late, she still didn't like it.
But, she was there now, and could only put it behind her. "Ok," She said to herself as she came out of the 'employees only' door.

She saw some orders that needed to be filled so she got to work making their drinks. She first made a black cup of coffee and set it in front of the gentlemen that had come in with his son. "Here you are sir!" She smiled kindly. "That'll be One dollar and sixty-two cents please." She said at the register. After she received the money she continued filling out orders.

Some regular customers came in and greeted her warmly. "Ah Hi there Wendy!" A truck driver man, in his 40's said.
"Hi Frank!" She waved. "The usual?" She laughed to which he replied, "You bet!" She nodded and made his regular clack coffee with a glazed bagel. "Aw Wendy you always make this place brighter don't you?" He answered as he paid.

She smiled happily and thanked him for his words, "Just doing my job!" She nodded as she continued working.
"I can help whoevers next!" She said as she stood at the register, awaiting the customers orders who had just walked in.

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Wren Alvarez Character Portrait: Markah Tomson Character Portrait: Ottaile Character Portrait: Somnus Ectar Character Portrait: Sylvester Ectar Character Portrait: Danny Brooks Character Portrait: Wendy Harlett

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Somnus gave the woman behind the counter a simple nod as she told him to wait "a single moment" as she dug into the cash register for quarters. She pulled a handful out, but some fell onto the counter and rolled in their wobbly way off and fell to the floor. While the boy merely rolled his eyes, stopping one from falling off by slapping his hand onto it, Somnus watched as one rolled off and fell, tails side up, on the tiled floor. He got up from his seat and knelt down to pick up the 1998 quarter, setting it in front of the woman as she made a small pile of them. "Thank you." She said to the two, pushing quarters one by one aside to count.

Once five dollars were up, she pushed the pile of cash to the long haired boy, stacking the rest and placing them with a chingle into the right slot in the register. However, as Sylvester scooped them into his small hands, the man next to him reached over slowly, taking one of quarters and sliding it back to her. "That was 5.25" He nodded.

The woman didn't pay much attention, one supposed, as she gave a vague smile and thanked him again, placing it into the register. She then vanished into the back room. Smirking to himself, the father turned to the boy, but he was long gone, already stuffing his eyes into the flashing lights of the retro arcade game.

The small bell at the entrance rang softly, and he turned slowly to it, brown eyes following the young lady who walked in, briefly disappearing into the back before returning in a uniform and getting right to work. Somnus smiled softly, watching her brew and pour the simple order into a warm, clean cup. It landed gently on the counter top, his smile not disappearing,"Thank you very much."

Somnus didn't realize just how many people were in line until he looked in said direction, finding quite a few more people there than there was just a few minutes ago. One had a package of some sort, Somnus had actually forgotten that he was waiting for one himself, one especially foul frown was soaked from the rain, looking like a complete mess. She didn't seem to be wearing her shoes at all, though he didn't get a good look to see why. But maybe they were just wet. There was nothing wrong with taking the sign literally. Behind her, however, there were a few others, one listening to music, one not, but Somnus blinked at the line.

But he still needed to pay

Turning to his pocket, Somnus pulled out his wallet again, taking out the first thing his hand grabbed, which was a ten. He seemed to stare at the ten for a while. He glanced at the boy. Then back at the bill. His fingers lightly tapped the counter. He pushed the bill to the young woman,"Actually, can you use whatever is left of this to pay for whoever the next few people are in line? You can keep the change that's left."

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Character Portrait: Wren Alvarez Character Portrait: Markah Tomson Character Portrait: Ottaile Character Portrait: Somnus Ectar Character Portrait: Sylvester Ectar Character Portrait: Ardair Fornell Character Portrait: Wendy Harlett

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Wren watched the man in front of her dig around in his pocket for his wallet, annoyed that he hadn't already had his money ready when he got to the counter. She swore people who did crap like that were just trying to waste time so they could flirt with the cashier. Save it for the bar, buddy. Some people don't have time to stand around waiting for you to finish your little nice-guy-meeting-the-love-of-his-life-at-the-charming-coffee-shop routine.

Wait, did he just pay for the people behind him? Trying to win points, no doubt. Wren didn't much care for coffee, but if this guy was gonna throw his money away trying to impress some chick he barely knew, she may as well take advantage... Nah, nevermind. She had a job to do, and coffee was gross anyway. And she was getting impatient standing here. Screw it, she'd just push the guy aside, throw the package on the counter, and tell the cashier to call up the recipient. Who cared if it was rude? Not her, she had a job to do, and Mr. Tall Dark and Lanky was wasting her time! She took a deep breath, readying herself for what would follow, knowing it would surely be a day of glory for her.

"U-um," she squeaked out, her voice tiny. Stupid voice. "Excuse me..." She moved to place a hand on the man's shoulder, but couldn't quite bring herself to touch him. She took a small step around instead, so she was almost-but-not-really standing next to him. She tried to focus her attention on the cashier, and put a bit more effort into her voice. "I have a package, for uh..."

Crap, she hadn't checked the name. Why would she? She only needed the address, and then if it was a place of business the person at the front desk could just call them over. She took a quick look at the name on the address form.

"I have a, uh... a package for a Mr..." Stupid voice, work properly. It's not as if anyone's gonna bite you. She glanced at the package again. Yeah, She's not gonna pronounce that. She tried handing it to the cashier instead. She could read it.

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Character Portrait: Wren Alvarez Character Portrait: Somnus Ectar Character Portrait: Sylvester Ectar Character Portrait: Wendy Harlett

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Taking the warm up with hands hands, the warmth spontaneously absorbing into his freezing appendages, Somnus watched the faint steam with a smile. The smile traveled to the young woman as well, he simply shaking his heads,"Shouldn't be." Shouldn't be nice, that is. Should be a normal occurrence, in his eyes. In a perfect world.

Fingers gripping the mug a little too tightly, he turned to go take a seat at one of the scattered tables. None of the tables or chairs matched in the small establishment. Everything was either old, but elaborately made, or remade by some artistic talent somewhere. There was a sofa in the back that had the softest cushions he had ever felt, and the warm feeling of the various paintings and pictures made the place seem a little friendlier. The unmatching chairs gave it character, he thought. The furniture themselves were great pieces, actually.

"Huh?" He turned, having looked down at first, thinking it was Sylvester trying to get his attention. Didn't know why, he was absorbed into his game. His eye quickly shot up to the woman after realizing the mistake,"Oh, I'm sorry!" He stepped to the side,"I'll get out of your way." He chuckled to himself. Paying attention was something he's worked hard on, and i hasn't exactly paid off yet.

Somnus actually was about to leave for a chair when he saw the package be put on the counter. He hesitated, hearing the mumble about the name before the woman behind the counter announced the name. Somnus raised an eyebrow,"That's me." He made his way around the woman again to see the package. "That's funny, I don't remember ordering anything." He said, more to himself than anyone, setting his coffee down and taking the box.

His eyebrows were thoroughly creased, and his teeth took hold of his lips as he observed it. He raced to last week, the week before, and the week before that before it finally clicked,"Oh! Oh my gosh!" He smiled and briefly bellowed a laugh. "Thank you so much!" He grinned at the delivery woman, looking back down at it. "You need my signature or something?" He stared for another few moments at the box, then jolted himself, putting it down. "Wait-, hold up." He held up a finger, grabbing his wallet, which was still on the counter.

He opened it again, but air was all that came out. That's right, that was he last of his cash. Crap, that was supposed to pay for dinner tomorrow too... "Uh." He thought, looking at the slots in the wallet and the cards they held. He snatched a small red card that said "Target". "Here." He held it out to the woman. He already used it so it wasn't at the full 25 dollars. "There isn't much on it, I used it once or twice, but it's all I have." He nervously chuckled.

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Wren Alvarez Character Portrait: Markah Tomson Character Portrait: Ottaile Character Portrait: Somnus Ectar Character Portrait: Sylvester Ectar Character Portrait: Ardair Fornell Character Portrait: Wendy Harlett

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Punch the man. Punch him in the face.

"Oh, no, that-that's okay," she put her hands up in front of her. "Really, I don't need it." Don't want your crappy twice-used gift card, more like. People usually tip money, jackass. Told you you shouldn't bother trying to impress the redhead. Well- I know what I mean. She suddenly remembered there was in fact something for him to sign, and procurred it. She held it out for him, digging in her pocket for her pen with her other hand. "I just need your signature on, uh..."

Just sign the thing so I can go home and work on my baby, please... God, she wanted out of here. She didn't care about the guy or his crappy gift card or whatever creepy thing he'd ordered that apparently wasn't good enough for Fedex, she just wanted to leave and go home and work on her bike before her next race and pass out while playing Kingdom Hearts, was that so much to ask? And now she noticed there were people behind her. Wonderful.

"Uh, s-sorry, I'll just..." she stepped to the side and away from the line, still holding the clipboard needing the man's signature. Her other hand finally managed to discover her pen, and she placed it on the clipboard for Sorus Nectar or whoever. "I-I just need your signature there, at the, uh..." She pointed at the bottom of the paper, where the blank line was.

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Character Portrait: Wren Alvarez Character Portrait: Somnus Ectar Character Portrait: Sylvester Ectar Character Portrait: Wendy Harlett

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Somnus chuckled when she put down his offer, which was something he got often. "No, please take it. This is a very important package and it means a lot that you delivered it." Now that he thought about it, most mail people usually just left packages at the door. "After all, you went through all the trouble to find me here." He shrugged slightly. "You could have just left it at my door, but you didn't, so."

"If she doesn't want the stupid card she doesn't want the card."

Somnus blinked and looked down at Sylvester now standing beside him, a chunk of change still in his hand. He was staring up with a glare and a scowl. "There's nothing wrong with offering."

"Yeah there is." Sylvester's frown didn't dissipate. Somnus' eyes widened at the boy. His mouth must have been hanging, because he closed it, before looking at the woman and sighing.

"Okay. Fine." The father frowned, setting the card on the counter and taking the pen she offered. "Sorry for trying." He gave a hard glance at the boy before scribbling a big S on the paper with a long trail of what looked like loops and hills going up. He's always liked it like that. It reminded him of clouds or the steam from a train or something. He gave the pen back to the delivery woman, nodding yet again,"But thanks again. Really." He grabbed the package and his up of coffee. "And thanks for the coffee." He nodded to the cashier.

He went over to the nearest table and set it down, careful not to spill his coffee. Sylvester dragged himself along as well, standing next to him and groaned,"The machine ate some of my quarters."

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Character Portrait: Wren Alvarez Character Portrait: Markah Tomson Character Portrait: Ottaile Character Portrait: Somnus Ectar Character Portrait: Sylvester Ectar Character Portrait: Ardair Fornell Character Portrait: Wendy Harlett

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True, she did not want the card, but something about the kid made her want to take it out of spite. She noticed that the man had forgotten it on the counter. An interesting development. Her hand twitched at her side, eager to snatch it up, but their were people next to her, and it was unlikely they would all miss it. She reached her hand halfway to the card, fingers twitching. Steal it, or return it... steal it, or return it...

Damn it all.

"Um!" she forced out, taking the card, and walking over to the man. "You, uh..." She fidgeted with the card a bit, then set it on his table. "You forgot that." Guy was broke anyway, might as well let him have whatever was on the card. Maybe he could use it to get value snacks or something. She took a few small steps back from the two, waving awkwardly to the boy before turning to make her escape. She stalled, then turned back to them quickly and giving a tiny showman's jazz hands which only served to make her feel like a dumbass. "Uuuh, thank you for choosing Thunder Beast Deliveries, delivering all your packages like lightning, right to you!"

And now to go find a hole to die in. What kind of crap possessed her to say that stupid tagline? Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid- She continued berrating herself as she walked back toward the glass door. If she remembered correctly there was supposed to be another race tonight. Maybe she could drive herself into one of the other racers. Or maybe she could win and use the prize money to put a hit out on herself. Both were good.

Oh, crap, that would mean she'd have to stop racing, and she couldn't do that to her fans. Er... Fan. She didn't think her dad counted, and she didn't know of many people who watched her races that weren't gangsters. Maybe use the prize money to put a hit out on everyone currently in the café instead? But then she'd need their names, crap. She'd figure something out. For now, she realized she was standing still, with her hand on the door handle. This was awkward. She let go of the handle and slipped back into line. Maybe she could get something like tea or whatever. Try and win back some of her dignity by acting normal.

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Character Portrait: Wren Alvarez Character Portrait: Somnus Ectar Character Portrait: Sylvester Ectar Character Portrait: Wendy Harlett

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Somnus set the package even on the table, trying his best to even out the spaces between it and the edges of the table as he sighed. As much as he loved Sylvester, which he did, he loved Sylvester more than life itself, it's just the kid could cheer up a bit. He wasn't even a teen yet and it was starting to concern him a little. If he was like this now, what was going to happen when he got older?

"Well, I don't have any more cash bu-"

The pair turned to the delivery woman with very blank expressions, Somnus blinking while Sylvester put his pasty hands into his pockets. Forgetting things and leaving them lying around was a not so excellent habit he had gotten into, especially with cards. But people didn't usually return gift cards so it meant a lot that she would return it, even after he offered it to her. But this time, it struck a nerve and his eye twitched for a split second before he smothered it, chuckling. "Oh, thanks." His elongated fingers grasped the flimsy card. Why couldn't people just stop being full of damn pride and just take the help? Somnus instantly placed the card on the table next to the package. He wasn't able to turn to Sylvester to try and finish what he was saying before the previously rather ambivalent young woman sprung out in one of the cheesy catch phrases that everyone uses now these days.

The hint of irritation that sprung in Somnus dissipated and he laughed with a wide grin. "No problem." He replied, even though she probably wasn't saying it as herself, she was saying t as if she as the company. But still. "Thanks again." Somnus didn't pay much attention to the lady after that and he had failed to notice that she went to the back of the line. Sylvester did, however, and after her little telegram-like performance was over, Sylvester slouched in his chair with an exasperated huff, his eyes following her with disinterest until she stopped in line. After standing there in the door for a while that is.

Somnus finally continued,"I don't have any more change but in a second we can ask the girl behind the counter-"

"Cashier."

"What?"

"She's a cashier, Dad. " Somnus could see the head of sarcasm peeking from Sylvester's dark lips.

Somnus took an audible breathe in, moving on,"The cashier to help you with the quarters." Sylvester shrugged, his finger picking at a piece of wood flaking off the old table. "But first, open this."

Sylvester raised an eyebrow, his lip arched as well. "What is it?"

"It's a present. I obviously couldn't wrap it, but just open it." Somnus waved himself to get to the point. He placed his chin in his hand, his elbow on the table, eager eyes blinking rapidly in anticipation of the young boy to open the gift.

Sylvester sighed in an exaggerated tone, sliding the box off the table and into his small lap. He unfolded the flaps and squeaked the heavily packed bubble wrap as he unfolded the air filled sheets. Sylvester starred down at the revealed item, his face blanker than a sheet of paper.

It was a pair of headphones. The ones that Sylvester was playing with a couple of days ago while they were at the store.

"I thought you said you wouldn't get these?" Sylvester's eyes only looked up to meet his.

"I changed my mind." Somnus smiled underneath his hand.

Sylvester's eyes slowly rolled down to the blue and yellow head set. Sylvester didn't bother to check the price of the thing, seeing as they were low on money as it was, but they were the nicest pair in the store. Probably the most expensive ones too. "Why did you get me these?" Sylvester looked through his long hair to him.

"Why not?"

"Why did you get these?"

"I thought you liked them." Somnus' brows furrowed and he sat up in his chair.

"Just because I look at them doesn't mean I like them." Sylvester hissed.

Somnus frowned. "You said you neede-"

"Haven't you ever heard of sarcasm before?" Sylvester stood up, throwing the headphones roughly in the box before scurrying his way around the line and to the bathroom around the corner.

Mortified, Somnus stared at the box and headphones. Suddenly, he groaned, plopping his head with a thud onto the table.

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Character Portrait: Wren Alvarez Character Portrait: Markah Tomson Character Portrait: Ottaile Character Portrait: Wendy Harlett

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Wren stepped away from the rowdy truckers as they entered, not really thinking much of them other than wanting to keep them out of her personal space. There were still a few people in the line ahead of her (headphones guy, pretty fashion lady, etc.), and she started counting the seconds it took each customer to make their order. Longer than it reasonably should, she thought. God, she wanted to get out of here, but of course she'd obligated herself to wait in this line. Of course. Stupid line.

She was up to sixty-three when her attention was drawn to a bit of a commotion behind her. The lead trucker was apparently an asshole. Not surprising, she thought. Most people were assholes. Then he managed to elevate himself from asshole to Fucking Grade-A Human Garbage. Good for him. She vaguely made note of some lady making a call on her cell phone (probably to the cops, kind of pointless she thought), but no one had yet made a move toward the offending individual.

Oh well,she'd already screwed any chance of appearing normal, might as well build on it. In a single breath her pen was off her belt and propelled through the air. It hit the side of the man's head likea dart, procuring a small grunt of pain, then fell to the floor. She almost immediately slightly regretted it. The man was nearly twice her size, and while neither of them had a weapon that she could see, she was rather less armed than the trucker was. Stupid impulse decisions, always managing to screw her over for as long as she could remember.

"I realize this might've escaped your notice," she began, hoping her voice was audible. "But this is a coffee shop. Where you buy coffee, with money. If you're looking to buy women with shitty favors and shittier compliments, you might consider an alternate dimension comprised of your shitty dreams."

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Character Portrait: Wren Alvarez Character Portrait: Wendy Harlett

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The man grew even more angry as his attention was now to Wren. He stomped over to her, the floor making noise with every step. "Hey, I believe this doesn't concern you." He threatened.
His hands started reaching for her when Wendy jumped in the way. "Please leave!" She shouted, making herself clear.
The man growled and returned his grip on her wrist.
Wendy winced at the pressure he was applying. She tried to free herself from his clutches, but it was no use.
This man was, angry, big, strong, and mean. One of the customers had called 911 and was now awaiting the police
to show up and sort everything out.