[boxcarr]

Username: Bronwyn

Name: Kaz - [KAZ 2Y5]

Gender: Genderless - they/them or she pronouns accepted

Story: [1000 words exactly]
"Dude, what the hell??"
I opened my eyes. I'd seen this world many times before, I knew that, but that's not all I knew. I knew that the one who had spoken was called Dean. I knew that I was responsible for taking him and his passengers places, making sure we got there in one piece. I knew that he liked rock music and sang to himself all the time. And I knew that I'd never seen him like this before. He squinted and raised his hands in front of his face, blinking in the light.
"... What the hell are you supposed to be?" he asked.
I realized that he was talking to me. He talked to me a lot, but he'd never expected an answer before.
I considered the question. What am I supposed to be...?
"I am..." my voice was strange to me. I'd never had a voice before. "You call me 'Baby'...?"
Dean's face was still being covered because of the light. Maybe I should switch to low-beams, I thought. The light dimmed a bit but Dean only looked more confused.
"... Sam, is this you? Are you pranking me?" Dean yelled to the trees on the side of the road. "This isn't funny Sam, I want my car back," he growled.
The word 'car' struck me with recognition. Sometimes people would call me Car, too. I had many names.
"Dean, I am confused. What's wrong?"
"No, okay, you're in on this too, don't give me that. Who are you, did Sam hire you? Is this Cas?"
"... I told you, I'm 'Baby'. Or 'Car', or 'Chevy', or 'Sexy'-"
"You're not serious," Dean said.

---

"So you're... my car?" Dean asked for the fourth time.
"Yes," I said, looking at another car as it passed. Dean was sitting on the curb, but I refused to sit there and sat on the edge of the road. Sitting was... weird. It felt wrong.
"And what, you decided to become a person today, or what? This kind of stuff doesn't just happen on its own you know," he said. He was being defensive.
"No."
"I'm still not buying it. If you're Baby, then tell me what kind of engine you used to have and what your license plate is," Dean sounded almost smug.
"327 Engine, and a four barrel carburetor. My first license plate was KAZ 2Y5 and then you changed it to CNK 80Q3."
He wasn't happy with just this answer. He kept asking questions and I kept answering. It was kind of fun actually.
"When Dad and I carved our initials into the car where were we?"
"... Your Dad never carved his initials into my interior, you and Sam did. And I don't remember location, Dean, I'm a car not a navigational system."
Dean got out his phone and called someone. I sat on the edge of the pavement, contentedly watching the other cars go past.
"-Yeah, Cas, I have no clue what's going on. Could you come pick us up? ... Yes, 'us'. Me and my car. Who has decided she doesn't want to be a car today. Oh. Alright, well could you send Sam then? Just outside the city at the Sleep Inn motel or whatever it is. Right, thanks," he said before hanging up.
"Technically I'm not a female," I said, finding the topic interesting to think about.
"Jesus you're not telling me you're a /dude/ now, too?" Dean sputtered.
"No. I'm a car."
"... Right."

---

Sam arrived in a familiar vehicle and pulled to the curb in front of us. He got out and threw a questioning glance at Dean.
"Are you sure that's your car?" he asked.
"No. This whole thing feels like a trick. Maybe Gabriel?"
"I can't see what Gabriel would gain from this..."
"Demons?"
"Since when do demons have the means to do this kind of stuff?"
"Witches??"
"You can't just keep listing off things, Dean, it could be anything at this point."
"Yeah, you're right Sam it's probably the friggin' humidity," he growled, sarcasm and annoyance coming off him in waves.
I stood up because my legs were asleep. They felt like white noise on the radio. Sam watched me warily as I stood.
"Hello Sam," I said. I was still getting used to talking, and practice was the only thing to remedy that. The boys arguing wasn't going to get us anywhere anyways.
"You can talk?" Sam said rather pointlessly.
"Yes."
"Do you have any idea how this happened?"
"No."
Sam paused, glancing back at Dean who was still sitting.
"What's your name, I mean, if you have one..."
"I'm not calling you 'Baby'," Dean piped up from the curb.
I figured that Dean would be uncomfortable with most of the names. "KAZ 2Y5," I decided.
"... Can I call you Kaz?" Sam asked.
"Yes,"
"Alright, Kaz, how about we take you back to the bunker and we can try and figure things out. Okay?"
"Okay."

---

It took a while to get me in Sam's car. It felt horrible to sit in, and as soon as it started moving I felt worse. The world outside went past at its normal flying speed but I wasn't the one moving, I wasn't in control at all. I shrank in the back seat, wishing I hadn't gotten in.
Dean was in the passenger's seat, glancing back at me occasionally. He did a double-take and looked concerned.
"Oh you're kidding," he said, exasperated.
"What?"
"Sam, pull over, she's going to be sick," Dean said, dragging a hand down his face and looking up at the roof.
They slowed and pulled to the shoulder of the road. The swerving motion made me feel worse and I had to close my eyes.
"Alright alright Kaz, just hold on, let's get you outside," Sam said.
I opened the door and got out quickly. I sat on the ground and breathed.
Dean was amused. "Who would have thought; a car with motion sickness."
That was the last time I traveled by car.

[Anza]

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Aqua.Rose
Name:
Spencer
Gender:
Male
Story:
The woods creaked with every footstep, each leaf and dried up twig demanded to be heard. Every sound seemed to echo around emptiness and the morning fog blocked most things from sight. The first breaks of dawn were on there way and although it was still dark the first rays of light were peaking around the earth. Spencer took a deep breath and raised his head. Although it was in fact only 4 in the morning he preferred to have a early start to the day. And the forests inside of the canyons were the perfect place to disappear for sometime.

The path that Spencer took was close to his high school, but although it was quite accessible no one was ever around. Perhaps they feared the tales that creatures would never come out of the mist, this caused Spencer to snickered. At school he was the perfect one everyone always wanted to talk to him, but here, it was nice to be alone with the trees for company.

Finally he stopped. Placing his messenger bag on the ground he stood upright examining the area. It was as quick as lighting but he had a knife in his hands and in the next milla second it was hurling towards a dead log stuck in the ground. If we blinked we could have missed it but Spencer's knife hit the target at the center. They say everyone needs a hobby, and this was his. Well along with collecting the different types of blades. He felt as though all his worries were thrown away, he loved the power he felt as well as the responsibility in every throw. It was exiting as well as calming. That's why he loved it so much!

He twirled another knife and let it go with just as much speed. Thunk. All those people who made fun of him. Thunk. All those who didn't believe I had what it takes. Thunk. Ring. What? School had started, the first bell had rung. Spencer grabbed his knives and hid them underneath the roots of the dead tree. Grabbing his bag he hurried up the side of the canyon. In a few minutes and completely breathless Spencer climbed over the fence into the parking lot. Casually brushing himself clean he looked around. No one had spotted him yet, which was a good thing. perhaps he could get to his first class without being bugged by some cheerleader. Here goes another day he though, but then rolled his eyes at the thought. Another school day had started but that night there would be the canyon waiting for him. There would be naps in class, pranks to play, friends to hang out with, and that quite girl in his English class that seemed to be on his mind. He looked behind him, the canyon was calling his name. pulling him back harder then gravity held the Earth. Spencer smiled. Perhaps another day.

[nymx]

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[DelightfulMelon]

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OMG FLY

[ardentsongbird]

Username: WolfSorrow86
Name: Jackal Kay
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The scent of fresh crescents fills my nostril as I pass by a popular near-by bakery. There were plenty of bridges to cross and people to meet. To my dis-advantage, I was color-blind. Walking up to a fruit stand, I tilted my head and grabbed an apple. " Est la pomme rouge? " I ask, wondering if this guy could understand me. " Oui. " The guy simply answered. Taking the fruit, I munched on it while walking along the neat sidewalks and bridges. France is a beautiful place.

(( If you can't understand French, " Est la pomme rouge? " means " Is the apple red? " and " Oui " means " Yes " ))

[Zuppe]

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Michelangelo
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wip

[ellyenchanted]

possible reserve <3

[kirill]

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west, kage ??

[Wulfjaw]

Username: DaringAsh.
Name: Blackburn.
Gender: Agender. I thought that making them that way was an interesting idea, because they're based off of a car.
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---I'm normally told I'm brave hearted, but today was an exception, because my legs were shaking so hard. I could barely stand. Here I was. At the airport. I tugged my scarf painfully around my neck and forced my shoulders back. I didn't want anyone thinking that I was about to have a heart attack. Which I was.
---I wasn't exactly running away, though that's what my parents are going to call it when they discover the note on the counter at home. I felt a bit guilty for just randomly disappearing without telling anyone, but I told myself it was only for a week. Or two. It really just depends on where I go and how I feel about leaving.
---I knew where I was going now, actually. I just bought a ticket to New York. Why did I choose New York? That was quite possibly the worst idea I'd ever had in my life. So expensive!

---The plumerian sitting next to me nudged me awake. The plane had landed, and I'd literally slept the whole five hours. Embarrassed of myself, I got out of the plane and nearly froze. It was so freaking cold, holy cow.

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