Scenario:The story begins with Carla at her apartment, chilling on her couch and browsing her phone un her tank top and underwear, overalls discarded on the floor next to her. Hannah comes in with news leading them to another adventure. Carla then goes to put on her two piece swimsuit under her tank top, then puts on her discarded shortalls.
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The story begins with Carla at her apartment, chilling on her couch and browsing her phone un her tank top and underwear, overalls discarded on the floor next to her. Hannah comes in with news leading them to another adventure. Carla then goes to put on her two piece swimsuit under her tank top, then puts on her discarded shortalls.
Hannah
Carla’s blonde, sidekick and best friend who accompanies her on her endeavors. She’s more than a pretty face—she’s very tech savvy. She wears overalls (usually shortalls) almost as much as much as Carla does, but prefers to wear them with the bib down (it’s cooler than wearing overalls the traditional way, and Hannah tends to be rebellious). Carla never does this style at least as a regular outfit. They tend to quip over which way of wearing overalls is better/cooler.
Carla
An intrepid 18 year old city girl who goes on daring adventures. Fighting bad guys, solving mysteries, and uncovering conspiracies. In her regular life, she’s a regular girl who likes to enjoy life, a practicing Catholic who loves Jesus. If there’s one thing she’s obsessed with, it’s overalls. Her favorite pair are classic denim shortalls that she wears everyday, on adventures or in civilian life, including church. Her overalls are her best friend and have gotten her through a lot. She’s had these overalls since she was 14. They’re very comfortable that she just can’t take them off. On every adventure, she usually wears a swimsuit with them in case she has to take her overalls off on the fly, from swimming, to using the overalls as an improvised gadget/tool. They may look like a classic pair of denim shortalls with the metal hooks and buttons (that’s her favorite part, the sound when she hooks the buttons on her overalls is just satisfying) and adjustable straps. But, the straps are detachable before the crossback via zippers. They can serve as makeshift weapons, a bola, or as restraints. The versatility of her overalls have proven valuable—she can wear them with one strap half the time. Sometimes however, Carla wears her shortalls with the bib down, if she’s feeling lazy, or if it’s too hot, or if she needs to lighten her load during an adventure. To compensate, the back of the bib is designed with pockets facing up and down; up (for when she has to conceal objects), down (for when she decides to wear the bib folded down and still carry objects on the bib). The bib down look is also good for disguises. However, she doesn’t understand the concept of wearing the bib down as part of an actual outfit. Carla always carries an identical spare pair of shortalls, plus a longer pair that she sometimes wears over her regular pair of shortalls. She has long black hair and wears a white hair ribbon bow to wear her hair half up for a feminine look. Her best friend is Hannah.
It was a Saturday afternoon, and I was just chillin’ at my apartment.
I was sitting on my couch with my feet up on the armrest, wearing only my tank top and underwear.
My overalls were lying on the floor next to me, and I had my phone in my hand, browsing through some social media sites.
It was a hot day, so I didn’t feel like putting my overalls back on, but I couldn’t bear the thought of throwing them away either.
I loved those classic denim shortalls!
They were my favorite piece of clothing, and I wore them every day.
I had even worn them to church on Sundays.
My best friend Hannah thought it was weird, but I didn’t care.
I just liked being comfortable, and my overalls made me feel that way.
Besides, they were very versatile.
I could wear them with one strap half the time or even with the bib down if I wanted to, which made them look like a regular pair of pants.
I hear my front door slam open, and Hannah comes running in.
She’s waving her phone in the air and looks excited about something.
I quickly sit up and put my feet on the floor, startled by her sudden entrance.
Hannah is wearing her usual shortalls with the bib down.
Her face is flushed from running, and she looks like she just ran a marathon.
"Carla, you won’t believe what I just found out!" she exclaims as she drops onto the couch next to me.
Her hands are shaking as she pulls up a text message on her phone.
Before she can tell me what it is, I get up and walk into my bedroom.
I pull my swimsuit out of my drawer and slip it on under my tank top.
"Carla, where are you going?" she asks as I walk back into the living room.
"Hold that thought," I reply as I pick up my overalls from the floor.
I step into them, ready for whatever adventure awaits.
I hook the straps while Hannah paces around my living room, clutching her phone in her hand.
She looks like she’s about to burst from excitement.
"Okay, so I was just at the coffee shop down the street," she begins as I walk into the kitchen and lean against the counter.
"I was sitting at a table by the window when I saw this guy walk by. He had a laptop bag slung over his shoulder, and he looked like he was in a hurry."
Hannah stops pacing and looks at me with a mischievous grin on her face.
"So, I decided to follow him," she continues.
"He led me to this abandoned warehouse by the pier. I snuck inside and found this private server. It was encrypted, but I managed to hack into it."
She shows me her phone screen with some screenshots of text messages.
"I found these messages," she says, pointing to one of them.
"It’s about some missing teenagers. They’re talking about how they need more test subjects for phase two."
I take the phone from her hand and examine the screenshots more closely.
The messages are cryptic, but they seem to be discussing some kind of experiment or project.
One of them mentions something about "the church" and "Father Michael."
I feel a chill run down my spine as I read those words.
Father Michael is the priest at my church!
I look up at Hannah with wide eyes and ask, "Do you know who Father Michael is?" Hannah shakes her head and replies, "No, who is he?"
I take a deep breath before answering, "He’s the priest at my church. He’s been acting really strange lately. He’s always talking about how we need to prepare for something big, but he never says what it is."
Hannah’s eyes widen as she listens to me.
"That sounds creepy," she says.
"Do you think he’s involved in whatever this is?"
"I don't know, but we need to find out," I say, feeling a mix of fear and determination.
Hannah nods, her excitement turning into seriousness.
"Then let's go to the church and see if we can find anything," she suggests, her voice steady despite the gravity of the situation.
I check my overalls pockets to make sure I have everything I need.
My phone, lockpicks, and mini flashlight are all there.
Hannah pulls up the church's security camera feed on her tablet while I grab a water bottle from the fridge.
The encrypted messages keep mentioning "tonight's preparation," but it's already 4 PM.
I look out the window and notice that dark clouds are gathering in the sky.
A summer storm is coming, and I can hear the distant rumble of thunder.
"We should take my car," Hannah says as she puts her tablet back into her backpack.
"Yours is too recognizable to Father Michael."
I nod, adjusting my overalls straps one last time and double-checking that my black two-piece swimsuit is secure under my tank top.
If those warehouse tunnels are flooded, we might need to swim.
Hannah grabs her backpack and heads for the door.
"Wait, before we go, are you sure you're ready for this?" Hannah asks, her hand hovering over the doorknob.
I take a deep breath and nod, feeling the weight of the situation settle in.
"We have to be," I reply, determination lacing my voice.
