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Rusty Squires [fin] Jun 28, 2014 12:01:19 GMT -5

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Post by Kire on Jun 28, 2014 12:01:19 GMT -5

Name: Rusty ~~Spoon~~ Squires
Age: Seventeen
Gender: Male
District/Area: Four
Appearance:

Personality:
He's the background guy, the one no one notices. It's easy for him to slip around without being noticed - probably the only benefit of his job. With his huge hours he is almost constantly around, so he basically lives in the mansion already. Everything points in his favour, at least to eliminate his competition if it had to come to that, and he really would like to get out of this damned job. What used to be his father's work is not meant for him.

History:
His father was the long-time handy man of Mr.Black's mansion until he passed away and Rusty took his place. He resents the job, in all honesty, but it was the only thing he had left after his father died, so he gritted his teeth and accepted it. Eventually, he found himself working full-time, which was never something he wanted. The only problem was that, until he got enough money, he was stuck.

Codeword: only dis adage is right
Other: Ollie Edwards palette

Last Edit: Jul 16, 2014 12:24:43 GMT -5 by Kire

On hills and waves on stormy days.

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Rusty Squires [fin] Jun 29, 2014 12:19:27 GMT -5

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Post by Kire on Jun 29, 2014 12:19:27 GMT -5

R u s t y S q u i r e s

Oh, the things you see
Makes ignorance bliss for you and me,
When arrogance does publicity,
Smiling happily

District Four - Seventeen - Male

Maintenance Man

M

y father always thought I wanted to be like him. While I look like he did, and talk like he did, and some even say I move like he did, I am not him. My eyes are a different blue than his, my hair a different shade of brown. I had his features, but my mother had given me a different colouring. Not that I knew my mother, something had happened to her a long time ago and my father never really talked about her. Even still, I know I am more that just his copy. It seems that I'm the only one who knows it though.

Perhaps I am too similar in my appearance, even my body type is the same as my fathers. We're both built sturdy, and though I'm not particularly tall I'm not all that short either. My hands have longer fingers and large palms, something my father commented was perfect for working with machines, yet they are always clumsy. For all some people could have made my form at least a little more elegant, I always seem to be blundering around. It's a wonder I can fix anything at all, unlike my father.

My father was a man of machines, constantly tinkering or fixing, an inventor in all but practice. I could watch him fix a machine with little more than string and tape, and I hated him for it. It was his aptitude to deal with machines that had left me stuck with this job. What was a job filled with intrigue and toying around for him was a painfully similar and boring job for me. I had been introduced to this job when I was really little. It's been a part of my life since before I can remember, and I'm past sick of it now.

When I was younger I used to love going along with my father and watching him work, trying to figure out how he managed such miracles with just two hands. He tried to teach me how but I would always lose track as he talked. I never picked up his ease with the machines, and that just made me all the more frustrated. My father was always Mr. Fix It, but I always felt like Mr. Break It. Where he did fantastical work with delicate technique, I would come in and breathe on it wrong and break something else.

As I grew older I began to like mechanics less and less, but even with my lack of skill I started to pick up some methods to work with tools. Slowly he trained me how to be like him, even as I so desperately didn't want to be, and I did become more apt with the machines. When he passed away Mr. Black offered me the chance to take my father's job, as well as pay me the same salary that he had. I learned soon enough that it wasn't as much as I thought, but it certainly beat a beginner's wage.

Over the course of my time as the new handyman, I grew to hate the job all the more. I was so ready to leave, but my lack of money kept me from going anywhere except back to work. Working full-time and overtime to extreme levels has left me in an almost constant ache. The one good thing is that no one pays attention to me. "Oh it's just Rusty." They say, and turn around. I'm always there so my presence is never odd. I may as well be a carpet for all people pay attention to me - I feel just as much trod on as a carpet too.

I'm not exactly shy about making sure things get done, whatever I have to do to make that happen, which is probably the main thing that keeps me working. My father said my tenacity, or that's what he called it - most people say it's stubbornness, would make me a great mechanic. I'm nothing like him, though, and I hate this job. I don't do it because I like fighting with machines and tools, I do it because I have to; as much as I loathe this job I need to make money in order to get out of it. It seems like a cyclone though, I just keep going around and around while being drawn in further.

With Mr. Black offering this new money proposal, I have to win it in order to leave this damn place. While Mr. Black has treated me kindly, I would like nothing better than to turn my back on tools for the rest of my life. First though, I have to secure that his money will go to me. I am the closest to a son he has ever had, and he has to see that. After all my and my father's long years of labour it's the least he owes us.

It's a merry go round and around and around
A merry go round and around and around

Last Edit: Jul 17, 2014 14:52:37 GMT -5 by Kire

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Kire Retired Staff 2,937 POSTS Pronouns: she/her last seen Jul 16, 2015 21:45:21 GMT -5 thinking about thonking	Rusty Squires [fin] Jul 16, 2014 12:26:01 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Kire on Jul 16, 2014 12:26:01 GMT -5 I believe he's finished... ~~finally~~.
	On hills and waves on stormy days.

cass Retired Staff 4,822 POSTS last seen Oct 24, 2021 18:11:43 GMT -5	Rusty Squires [fin] Jul 16, 2014 21:46:24 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by cass on Jul 16, 2014 21:46:24 GMT -5 Hey Kire! Can I please just ask that you add two more paragraphs to your bio to meet minimum requirements <3 Thank you c: -- Cass

Kire Retired Staff 2,937 POSTS Pronouns: she/her last seen Jul 16, 2015 21:45:21 GMT -5 thinking about thonking	Rusty Squires [fin] Jul 17, 2014 14:53:55 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Kire on Jul 17, 2014 14:53:55 GMT -5 I hope this is enough?
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Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy] Retired Staff 6,346 POSTS Pronouns: He/Him last seen Nov 17, 2023 15:15:56 GMT -5 cozy, queer af	Rusty Squires [fin] Jul 17, 2014 17:36:08 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy] on Jul 17, 2014 17:36:08 GMT -5 Accepted!
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