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Word Count: 2764
CW: horror


Chelsea was feeling a little overwhelmed.

Gene had come in with a veritable flock of kids. They all seemed to be around the age of 5 or 6, except one a girl of about 15 with deep black fur and large dark eyes, she had her baby brother, about a year old, on her knee and sat quietly on the sofa next to Gene, reading one of her school books, the tip of her long sleek tail twitching rhythmically. Gene, for her part, was doing better than Chelsea might have expected at keeping an eye on all the kids, and responding to their varied and many anecdotes about their day at the creche, none of them bar the teenager being old enough to go to school. Nevertheless Gene had seemed grateful to see Chelsea when she’d come in the door, and now she had two pups playing under the desk and by her paws.

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cw: alcohol mention


Mil sighed, reseated the wire in the crimp and gently squeezed, narrowing his eyes at the just-long-enough wiring, daring it to slip out of the crimping pliers at the last minute. They didn’t, and with a relieved sigh he pulled the heat shrink over it and groped about for the hot air gun. One more screwed up connector and he’d have had to replace the wire, having forgotten to order more inline splices despite noting it down; but that was Chelsea’s job now, one less thing to worry about. At the thought of the young woman Mil smiled. She’d only been here a fortnight but he was really warming to her and she seemed to be warming to the job. He liked having the cheetah around, she came from a different walk of life to him, and didn’t really understand his work, but she was curious and bright, she learned quickly and liked to find out what it was she was ordering and what it was for—which was a fine way for her to spend down time, and since the place wasn’t bustling, that wasn’t unusual. He rolled his shoulders, popping them with a grunt, leaning over cars all day seemed to take a much greater toll on him than it used to. 


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Chelsea

Apr. 30th, 2020 09:50 am
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(Art of Chelsea, an anthro cheetah woman sitting in a garden feeding pigeons, art by Kur0i)

Chelsea is a young woman from a middle class family, living not quite in The Roots, but on the suburban edges of the upper tiers.
She comes from a religious conservative family that hold a lot of traditional values. Very much analogous to modern xtian fundamentalism. While she went to a Creed funded college with her friends, she did not respond to any attempts at courtship and unlike her childhood friends did not come out of education with a husband lined up. She dutifully returned back home to help her mother with the children, soon realising that she was going to remain in a never ending loop of staying at home and not getting to meet anyone, her mother too busy and her father uninterested in finding her a husband, she persuaded them to let her get a job--something suitably feminine for their tastes.

She ended up as the secretary at Mil's garage. While not quite what her parents had in mind, it was close to home and not entirely inappropriate. She anticipated it being a way to make her own money, and one day her own way in the world, starting to feel nervous that god had no husband in mind for her, but maybe something else. Chelsea never anticipated what sort of culture shock it would be for her.

Mil's roof garden turned out to be a haven for her, more peaceful and restful than her mother's strict flower garden, she spends her lunch breaks up there, and it became a place of internal reflection and safety from the outside world. As she found herself increasingly attracted to and tangled with her new boss, and her world view being turned upside down by his friends, she needed a place to clear her head. She couldn't have known at the time that depending so much on her place of work would lead her into becoming more involved with Mil and his found family, and their lives and troubles, or that she'd be found questioning her own life and faith in ways she'd never anticipated.

Chelsea is a naturally kind and giving woman, but being raised in religion has diverted this nature. Prone to pitying or looking down on those she's been taught to consider lesser or poorer for their lifestyles or identities. She has a narrow view of the world that isn't going to adapt to the change of pace her new job and relationships have brought her.

Mil

Apr. 24th, 2020 09:51 pm
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A muscular anthropomorphic jaguar, nude from the waist up, in blue overalls carrying a tyre over his shoulder
(Art of Mil by HonovyArt)

Mil Hadlee was a professional fighter on the upper tiers of the city of Glasmor, and he was performing well until certain events scuppered his career early. Betrayed and lost he fell hard and ended up in The Roots, far below the upper tiers and jobless.
Eventually getting himself a position as an apprentice to a mechanic, he now makes a tidy living servicing vehicles and supplying charging points and biofuel. Having inherited the garage from his teacher, he now lives on site alone. With his only employee being his secretary Chelsea.

Considerably younger than him, his paternal instincts kicked in, but didn't stop him reciprocating the younger woman's more romantic interest in him.

He's been around the block a bit, and can lean towards cynicism, but tends to be open minded and accepting. 

Like most people on the upper tiers of Glasmor, Mil grew up where growing and tending plants was normal, while being in The Roots has slowed down his garden, he's lucky enough to have a roof top he can cultivate. A place of peace and thought, the garden is the heart of his and Chelsea's budding relationship. He grows rescues and urban strays, having never had much luck with vegetables in The Roots. It's a cluttered place, but quiet and restful.
His home is similar, squeezed into the upper floors of the garage, his kitchen and the break-room are one and the same, his bedroom barely large enough for his sofa bed. But his untidy personal life belies a careful attitude towards his work and considerate approach to the things that interest him.

In his twenties he chose to give up his daughter, as a lone parent he was barely scraping by, and decided she could have a better chance in the homes of the upper tier than with him, always one step away from ending up on the streets. It was shortly after this that he got his apprenticeship. He's never quite been sure if he made the right choice. If giving her up helped get him the position, or if he should have kept her just a while longer, as the job gave him the means to support them both.

While he doesn't regret the choice, he does choose to divert that energy he might have otherwise put into his daughter, into supporting the women in his life, though this can make him paternalistic and frustrating for them at times.
His entirely different approach to fatherhood however is exactly what Chelsea needs, and a young woman finally breaking out from her oppressive home life and not intending to reproduce that life with a different father figure, is exactly what he needs.

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