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[h3][color=#6DB224]Gabriel Aeckard[/color][/h3]
[IMG]http://i.imgur.com/uJc1t1Ym.jpg[/IMG]
[b][u]Location:[/u][/b] Roy & Sons Nursery and Garden Center
[b][u]Interacting With:[/u][/b] Anomala, Roy Jr.
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“...So, uh, y’got any work experience?” Rj continued the conversation, breaking the awkward pause brought forth by Gabe’s not-so-subtle implications. [color=#6DB224]”Not really.”[/color] Gabe shrugged. [color=#6DB224]”I mean, I've [i]worked[/i] before, just not at a store.”[/color] Rj nodded in realization. “Ohhhh, so like, volunteer stuff?” He elaborated. 

Gabe had a brief lapse of thought in that moment, a memory being relived through his psyche. A peaceful outing of planting young shrubs with dryad siblings was harshly interrupted by a hellhound ambush. A horrendous incident that left Gabe with several new scars, both physical and mental. The Harvestchild parted with a sister that day, it was one of the events that had him consider moving out of the park. [color=#6DB224]”...Yeah. Something like that.”[/color] He slowly replied, diverting his gaze momentarily. 

“Mala, your friend’s being weird. I can't have that shit around customers.” Rj piped up, giving the nymph a indifferent grimace. Mala’s expression curled up at the comment. “Oh grow up, Rj. Gabe's fine. He's just been through a bunch. Moving from New York n’ all...” She defended him. “He's young, strong, obedient. Give him work, and he'll do it. You can trust this one.” Rj was skeptical. “Hey, it's better than I can say for any of those other college kids.” Mala added with a smirk. Rj gave the two another uneasy look. “...Right. I'll give ‘im an application.” Relenting, he began back towards the little building that housed his office. Mala and Gabe followed behind him, staying just out of earshot. The nymph looked far more excited than the boy. 

[color=#6DB224]”Does he know about you, me…what [i]we[/i] are?”[/color] He whispered to the nymph, in reference to their mythical backstories. “Well shit, Gabe, if he didn't before, he might just know [i]now[/i]!” She whispered back, a twinge of frustration in her voice. “What was with all the dramatic pauses?” She asked. [color=#6DB224]”Memories popped up...had a lapse...sorry about that.”[/color] Gabe hesitantly replied. The confession was quick to make the nymph feel guilty for her snark. “Hey,” She stopped, pulling him to the side as Rj disappeared into his office. 

“The easiest way to prevent that, is to focus on the present.” She brought him in close, her voice low and sincere. He appreciated the simple encouragement. [color=#6DB224]”Yeah...you're right.”[/color] He quietly replied. Roy Jr. reappeared back into the scene, breaking the two out of their personal moment. In his hands, were a few pieces of paper. “Aight, fill these out to the best of your ability, then hand ‘em back whenever you get the chance. Preferably before the day’s out. I'll see what I can do about getting you some work here.” He instructed, handing Gabe the sheets of application papers. [color=#6DB224]”Okay, I can do that...thanks.”[/color] He gave the two a considerate nod before turning towards the exit gates. 

“Wait, you're not gonna fill it out now?” Mala tried to stop him. [color=#6DB224]”I'll get to ‘em ASAP. I'll be back when your shift’s done, yeah?”[/color] He called back. She couldn't help but sigh. “Okay...see you then, Harvestchild~.” Mala said her farewells with a knowing smirk. 
[color=#6DB224]”Ugh.”[/color] Gabe began walking faster. “Harvestchild? What's [i]that[/i] supposed to mean…?” Rj mumbled at their interactions, before getting back to work.