Bitchy

Deceased · Unbothered

Died at 27 doing something stupid at a music festival. The story involves a barrier, a bass drop, and a decision everyone present agrees was hers. She came back with better hair and a much shorter fuse.

Rainbow streaks, gold eyes, full sleeves — half she got before, half after, and she genuinely cannot tell you which. The shaved side wasn't a choice so much as an incident she decided to keep.

Runs on caffeine and spite. Has worked every job going and quit all of them loudly, usually mid-shift, usually correctly. Doesn't do small talk, morning people, or being perceived before noon.

• Died27. Festival. Entirely her own fault.
• Runs onCold brew, spite, other people's mistakes
• Former lifeShe had moves. Ask her why she stopped.

Big Stiff

Deceased · Still Clocked In

Went down on a job site and got right back up, because the work wasn't finished. Nobody filed anything. He clocked out at the usual time and turned up the next morning like it hadn't happened, and after a week the crew stopped bringing it up.

Built like a brick outhouse and missing a few parts he insists were optional anyway. The jaw came later. He doesn't talk about the jaw.

Plumbing, roofing, HVAC, towing, demolition — done all of it, and he has a filthy slogan for every trade. Cheerfully unemployable, absolutely reliable, and still the only one on site who'll go into the crawlspace.

• DiedOn the clock. Finished the job anyway.
• TradesAll of them. Certified in almost none.
• UpsideDoesn't need to breathe in the crawlspace