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[Seth Maier]

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[attr="class","crashInfo"]590 words for @gnome

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[attr="class","infoNotes"]THE THREAD IS FINALLY HERE!

[attr="class","crashLyrics"]is it still a home[break]when you're all alone?

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Gradually, winter's chilly grasp would capture Lorsette, the autumn trees making the effects obvious as Seth prepared himself for another job. The freelance job was related to painting the interior of a house for a friendly couple who lived in a smaller home. They were strapped for funds, therefore, they leaped at the opportunity to hire freelancers willing to accept what they could afford. Days prior, the couple explained the haste of which they required the job finished and thus stated there would be two people working on the simple paint job.

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This would include Seth and a mystery worker who the dragon was unable to get into contact with before the painting date. Throughout autumn, people would request landscaping work before the ground was covered by snow and frozen over. The task was easily accomplished by a ground manipulating dragon like Seth, thus he was distracted by the other duties people requested of him. Fortunately, the freelancer was hopeful that the other individual was easy to work alongside, but nothing could be confirmed until he arrived at the house.

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During the early hours of the morning, Seth had woken, dressed, eaten breakfast before gathering his equipment from his apartment's closet. Without a storage shed, there were few places to put the supplies required for painting or any of his other jobs. Everything was replaced in respective bins while the people requiring the work were asked to purchase the paint. The painting supply bucket was grabbed, something which included brushes, a roller and a plastic, disposable bin. The dragon exited his apartment, closing and locking the door before heading downstairs.

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He walked out to the apartment's small parking lot, heading out to his truck. The front door was opened, Seth hauling himself into the driver's seat and placing the bucket into the passenger's seat. Once the door was closed, the dragon buckled himself into the old truck. The key was placed into the ignition, the vehicle roaring to life in a single turn. Another hasty check was accomplished before Seth would begin driving himself to the home he was expected to paint. Respectfully, the man drove with complete awareness of Lorsette's layout.

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For centuries, the dragon had lived in the dangerous city, it became a home for him. Some people knew him and happily conversed with him. In those moments, loneliness could be staved off, allowing Seth to feel comfortable for a few moments. Rarely would the dragon remain at his apartment because of the lack of interaction he found. People around the complex knew him, however, they were busy with other duties at times. Thus his apartment was a quiet location of solitude which he despised under any circumstances; despite his moodier behaviours, Seth was hardly a loner.

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Being alone bothered him, especially when it occurred over longer periods. He craved friendship, interaction and people to distract him from the haunting reminder of being destined to be alone. After following the directions, Seth arrived at the household he was requested to paint. Promptly, the dragon exited his vehicle, supply bucket in hand. He had shown up a few minutes to review the couples' plan and be introduced to his fellow worker. He approached the front door, a wooden thing with chipped paint, and knocked on the door.

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There he quietly waited for the couple to answer, the sounds of rustling inside indicating they were home. When the door opened, a man and a woman appeared, smiles on their faces as they looked at one of the freelancers they hired.

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Loren was down in the garage of his humble apartment it was an old service station. The day started pretty well he had woken up put on some coveralls he used when he had to do dirty jobs or work on his beat-up station wagon. dropped Lem off at the Red bell. His neighbor didn't mind Lem would play with the children and sometimes he would fix anything that broke in the orphanage for free. Plus Serenine was a good influence for the already very polite Lem.

As he packed his tools in the back of his car while taking an occasional sip from his cooling coffee. As Goob, his ever-present friend was riding his shoulder purring happily Thoughts came back to how he got this job. One of his go-betweens had helped him get the job. An old couple had needed the interior of there place painted. Since he already had a somewhat great reputation as a handy person it had been suggested as a second for the job."Maybe if this works out ill bring home a cake for Lem?" He pondered aloud as he grabbed a roll of masking tape from the top of his tool chest. As he finished loading his car, Loren locked up the garage and entered the driver seat of his beat-up wagon.

Turning the key as the car came to life he checked the odometer of his aged wagon it had stopped measuring distance along time ago.
Smiling in a sense of accomplishment, he punched the address of the couple into his phone. Lighting a cigarette and taking a drag as he waited for the little computer to work out the best route. Then heard a voice from his phone, he shifted his car into drive and went on his way on the way there he thought about his partner for today's task. Loren knew if he tried to get a job like this on his own he would scare the client away. He knew he looked like some kind of delinquent. Which was why he mostly got job's where looking scary was a must. But when he got the opportunity to Take a peaceful job he jumped at the chance.

As he approached the address Goob continued to purr on his shoulder. parking behind the truck he let the car run a bit before turning it off. As he exited the wagon he spoke to his pet slime" Well Goob buddy, it looks like you'll have some treats today." as he pets the cat-like slime it decided to make its joy known by letting out a mew while purring as he petted it. For some reason, the slime liked eating paint chips. As he made his way to the entrance of the couple's house he noticed his partner for today's job was already here. disposing of his cigarette by incinerating it between his fingers, he made his way to Seth he believed his name was. A friendly smile came over his face as he approached. "Hello I'm Loren and this spoiled mess on my shoulder is Goob. I brought a compressor and an airbrush. Figured it would make the job easier." As a calloused hand came out for a handshake.

[Seth Maier]

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[attr="class","crashInfo"]443 words for @gnome

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[attr="class","infoNotes"]The painting was explained, I just decided to keep it short. c:

[attr="class","crashLyrics"]is it still a home[break]when you're all alone?

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Patiently, Seth watched as the paint-chipped door opened, revealing an elderly couple who appeared ready to leave for the afternoon. They planned on staying away from home until the job was finished, the obnoxious smell of paint fumes being a disliked scent. Nobody enjoyed the fumes, thus Seth was prepared with a surgical-type mask to cover his mouth and nose to avoid the inhalation of paint fumes. Similarly, the brown-haired man had extras in case one got damaged or whoever he was working with one, should it be required.

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Before the couple could speak, their eyes looked past him, prompting a subtle raise of the brow from Seth. The dragon glanced over his shoulder, noticing the car officially parked behind his old pickup. From the car arrived a man and a mysterious slime, someone with the horns which resembled oni's. There was a delinquent-vibe to the man's style, something which would capture the attention of those around him. The man brought equipment, which suggested he was potentially the other freelancer Seth was expected to work with.

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The dragon quietly watched as the stranger approach and promptly introduced himself. Once the man completed his introduction, a hand was offered, Seth taking it for the tradition of handshaking.

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"Seth. I have a lot of the basic stuff, rollers and brushes, stuff like that," the dragon responded. "There is some plastic sheeting here that I dropped off before headin' to another job and some painters tape."

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Afterwards, he glanced at the smiling, older couple who appeared gleeful about the painting finally getting finished. The house likely required the touch-ups, which would hopefully make the property more valuable.

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"Thank you, to both of you. The chosen colours are in the shed, we left a reference sheet for you boys. If you have any questions, just send us a message. We will still be in town, just at our daughter's," the woman explained in a soft-spoken voice.

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The pair slowly walked inside, gesturing for them to follow inside. Promptly, Seth listened, following the pair through the household for a tour alongside some additional instructions. While their was a reference sheet, a tour around the property would assist in accomplishing their tasks faster. The couple led them through the household, showing each room and explaining the colour they would desire for the room. A majority of the furniture was temporarily placed into storage to avoid anything stainable being covered in paint.

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As they moved through the household, Seth began planning how to get everything done in a timely manner. The couple wanted the task done as quickly as possible, however, they understood nothing could be finished in mere seconds.

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Loren smiled a friendly smile shaking Seth's hand. "Good to know, I also brought some scrapers, sandpaper, and some extra primer." Goob was eyeing all the chipped paint and its purring got a little louder. petting the excited slime. "You'll get your treat's buddy." As the older couple opened the door. Looked like they have been together for most of there life.

As the old couple gave them a tour of there little abode, Loren was looking at the walls they would have to paint. "Hmm, We'll have to strip the old paint and reprime the walls before painting." He said aloud. Good thing they didn't have to wait for the paint to dry. He would just slightly heat the little apartment after they put down the first layer of paint. Even though he had more control of fire then his sister, she had more of a punch.

As the tour finished he made his way to the back of his wagon and opened the hatch. He would let Seth deal with the couple. He looked more personable then Loren anyway. Grabbing his tool belt, and putting it on he, started shoving the tools he would need into the loops. Grabbing a used box of sandpaper and a couple of blocks to make the task easier, moved to his pockets. once he was sure he had what he needed he grabbed the frame of the compressor and holstered the airbrush in a loop on his toolbelt. Then made his way back to the couple's residents.

[Seth Maier]

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[attr="class","crashInfo"]406 words for @gnome

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[attr="class","crashLyrics"]is it still a home[break]when you're all alone?

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Plenty of work was required to recreate the home's interior design with the couple's favoured colour. The project would be lengthy, however, Seth welcomed the notion of spending his time accomplishing handy work on behalf of others. His home was a lonesome realm, frightful, sorrowful and a place Seth genuinely desired to avoid whenever possible. Can a place truly be considered a home when somebody was all alone? When the walls held stories, unable to reveal them from lack of lips, therefore, his apartment was silent except for the background sound of his television or radio.

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A cordial smile stretched across Loren's face, a pleasant sight considering the pair would be expected to work together throughout the day. When working with another individual, there were certain requirements people needed to witness to assure the job would progress smoothly. Thus, Seth hoped he would continue to view those positive traits in Loren as they went through the working day. Gradually, they were toured around the home, each freelancer manifesting a mental checklist of their job requirements.

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The aloud comment for Loren was acknowledged by Seth with a single nod accompanied by a glance at the redhead. Eventually, the couple's tour closed, Seth's associate retreating to his vehicle while he spoke with the older couple.


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"Thank you so much. Just let us know how the progress is going. We can stay at our daughter's for a few days if we need to," the elderly woman explained.


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Slowly, the pair walked through the door and onto the single concrete step. Suitcases were firmly held by the gentleman's hand, making it clear he intended to carry their items.


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"We'll keep in touch. Enjoy your time at your daughter's," Seth responded, pulling off a subtle smile.

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The older couple smiled back for a moment before departing from the step. The pair walked down their walkway, heading to their vehicle to enter and leave the residence. Once they left, Seth glanced over at where Loren had gone, witnessing his return.

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"Well, we should get started. Maybe we should get those plastic tarps now, at least then no paint chips will get stuck in the carpet," Seth suggested.

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They were left to complete their job as expected, however, Seth wondered how a painting job could be accomplished quickly without being reckless. Little was the dragon aware of his partner's capabilities and how they would come in handy with getting the job completed promptly.

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