Call Me Seth

Seth Macklin | 32 | Soldier Librarian “I’ll swallow my blood before I swallow my pride.”

[devinstonerpg]

Kieran sighed as he looked up at the cat in the tree, already regretting taking the call seeing as he absolutely hated cats for the mere reason that they hated him. “There’s a non-emergency number that you can call to reach the fire department for situations like this one,” he pointed out, looking around to see if anyone had a ladder in their yard. Spotting one, he ran over to retrieve it before returning back and leaning it up against the tree. “Do you know whose cat it is?”

[sethmacklin-blog]

Seth fiddled with the armrest of his wheelchair, sensing the man’s annoyance regarding his non-emergency call. He felt a bit uncomfortable with the realization of his faux-pas. “Sorry sir.” Seth replied, reverting to his military language. “I was not aware of the fact. I just recently moved here from Ireland, so I’m still relatively new.” Seth observed as the copper retrieved a ladder from a nearby yard and positioned it against the tree. Hearing the man’s inquiry, Seth responded, “Not sure. Probably a stray in the vicinity.”

[bryanxwoodly-blog]

“Oh shi-” Bryan dropped his board as he watched his Golden Retriever ‘Molly’, bounding towards the unsuspecting patron that had been walking the beach. Watching as she jumped up, placing her paws on the person’s chest and stomach, he hurried over. “Sorry about that! She’s a people dog with no manners.” He wrapped an arm around her middle, pulling her away. 

[sethmacklin-blog]

After finally reaching the beach, Seth was ready for a peaceful and quiet morning. The energy expended from rolling over the boardwalk and loose sand had worn him out considerably. His arms were exhausted and his breath was coming out a bit ragged. Before Seth could react, a blur of yellow fur bounded towards him and landed on his chest. Seth was entirely shocked and unsure how to react. He patiently waited for the dog’s owner to retrieve the animal. After a few moments, the dog was forcibly removed from Seth’s lap. Responding to the person’s apology, Seth said, “It’s alright lad. She’s alright. No harm done.” Seth wiped his pants off. “What’s the dog’s name?” He inquired. 

[carsynstone-blog]

Autumn leaned back against the wall, grateful for the pause in customers. It had been non stop from the second Autumn had flipped the closed sign to open. She grateful because lots of customers meant lots of tips, which meant money she could put into slowly dwindling bank account. Her break however was short lived when the familiar sound of the door ding, indicating a customer had walked in. Sighing, Autumn immediately hopped off her chair and quickly made her way to the front of the restaurant, retying her apron as quickly as she could. “Hi, sorry, I was in the back!” she apologized as she grabbed a menu, “Do you have any preference of where you’d like to sit?”

[sethmacklin-blog]

Seth had decided to eat out this evening. He had felt it would be the better choice than attempting to cook again. The last try had been an utter disaster with the spillage of spaghetti all over the floor. It was not something Seth would want to relive again. Instead, perhaps a lovely dinner out would suit him. Seth had maneuvered through the somewhat narrow door way with little trouble. He was waiting only a few moments before a sweet-looking waitress appeared. “No worries miss.” Seth glanced around the room. “Hopefully a wheel chair friendly spot.” Seth said, as he tapped the armrest of his metal seat. 

[dadleksei-deactivated20200521]

“If you sneak up on me one more time I’m going to spank you. I’m going to spank you where there are no witnesses, you damn feline. I’m going to make sure you feel it in the morning so help me–.” Ayla scolds the cat whom she had nearly tripped over. A few strays would gather around the hospital and Ayla, who was rushing in and out at all times, did not appreciate the traffic. She turns her head around upen hearing the telltale signs of footsteps. “I need you to know that I don’t spank cats, or any animal. I don’t. I promise.”

[sethmacklin-blog]

Seth watched as the young woman tripped over a cat and then proceeded to censure and threaten the animal. Seth was thoroughly amused. The dark-haired woman became overly irate and was just beginning to rage, before noticing Seth’s presence behind her. Seth realizing he had been caught staring, straightened and tried to appear distracted by something other than the obvious interaction of a human and nonverbal feline. Hearing the stranger hastily address him, Seth replied, “Don’t worry about it lass.” He held in a laugh. “I would likely done the same if I were you. Deal em what they give is my motto.”

[cavendishcs]

“You sure you didn’t see anyone come in here?”

[sethmacklin-blog]

“Not that I’m aware.” Seth surveyed his surroundings. “Not a soul mate.” He reassured the man.

“Were you looking for someone in particular?”

[devinstonerpg]

Kieran stood in front of a tree, an amused grin on his face as he stared at the cat stuck up there. He’d just finished his shift at the firehouse when they’d gotten a call about a cat stuck in a tree, as cliché as it was. Instead of letting the second shift waste their time with it, he had decided to go there himself to help whoever had made the call, whether it was the owner or a passerby. “You do realize 911 is for emergencies only, right?” He wasn’t mad, simply amused as he looked over at them. “Have you ever seen a dead cat in a tree? Probably not, because they always find a way back down.”

[sethmacklin-blog]

Relieved that law enforcement had finally arrived to assist the poor feline stranded in the tall tree, Seth was ready to hurry back home. He had retrieved his groceries and needed nothing else. He was just happy to be returning home, when he noticed the cat in the tree. Seth had truly tried his hardest to ignore it and just head home, but the animal’s incessant mewing had beckoned him back to the blasted tree. Reaching into his bag, Seth dialed 911. Within several minutes, a young man had arrived, offering some lighthearted jibes. “Yes I am aware this is not an emergency,” Seth replied. “However, this cat made it clearly known that I should call for help.” 

[tinsleyland]

Three days was how long it took for Greta to finally find the time to make her way outside, three days to finally step foot outside the gated community she’d been forced back into. After countless hours of pointless arguments, where her name was spoken like a curse followed by sighs of disappointment, she’d found herself unable to stay still for another second longer. She had no direction in mind, lost in thought until she found herself standing in the background of a familiar place, seconds too late to stop her body from colliding into someone else. “Shit, sorry.” A hurried apology followed suit as she took a step back to asses the damage. 

[sethmacklin-blog]

Seth had finally ventured outside of his comfortable Mako Manor establishment and familiar library setting; if only to attain some much needed refreshment. His storage was running a bit low and Seth felt that it was time to purchase some more Irish whiskey. By heaven’s name, it was damn good. Enjoying the leisurely speed of his wheel chair and relatively empty sidewalk, Seth allowed himself to relax. Until abruptly, his reverie was broken by a passing stranger. Seth’s wheel chair was slightly jostled by the fast moving walker, who just so kindly turned around to check his well-being. “It’s fine.” Seth muttered. “No harm done.” Seth wheeled himself around to face his assailant. “Your mind on something lass? Or do you just make a habit of knocking into people like me? Eh?”

[georgiadurban-blog]

Is it? What’s your favorite drink then. 

Oh well besides all of the dog’s that came into the store today, we got another clothing line to sign with us. How has your day been?

[sethmacklin-blog]

Hmmm... I’d have to go with some Irish whisky. Me pa let me have a sip when I was a boy. Never forgot that day. 

Dogs? I’m assuming you must own some sort of pet store. Or am I far off? My day has been relatively well. Meet some cute kids. Perused the library for the umpteenth time. Overall, it was pretty swell. 

[traitcrs-blog]

cam arched a brow but moved quickly to help the man, lifting the chair out of the dip in the sidewalk. “you don’t have to get me anything, man, i’m just complainin’. it’s my specialty.” 

[sethmacklin-blog]

“Thank you.” Seth replied tightly. He could feel the tension in his shoulders lessen. His physical blunder averted and now he could move freely. He turned to his aid, a lanky brunette, whose “stomach’s about to digest itself.”  “How about I buy you that burger? My specialty is knowing the best place for one.”

[scotty-duncan-blog]

Tallon shook his head, actively rejecting the apology. “No worries, my friend,” answered almost cheerfully. He took the few steps to grab the hat, shaking it off a bit before replacing it atop his head. “Tallon, by the way. Nice to meet you.”

[sethmacklin-blog]

“Seth. Pleasure to meet you” Seth wrung his hands. He was always a bit awkward at social interactions and small talk after his accident, never knowing if people were put off by his disability. After a moment of silence, Seth sputtered out, “So um-- have you lived here long? I just moved to Costa recently.”

[traitcrs-blog]

“i’d do literally anything for a good burger and some solid fries right now. literally anything; my stomach’s about to digest itself.”

[sethmacklin-blog]

Great. If you could, can you please move my -- my wheel chair out of that divot? I’ll get you a burger or anything your little heart desires. 

[lenadelacruz-blog]

Lena’s ventures to the marina were only ever conducted for one intended goal. She didn’t care much for sailing or fishing, and the last time she mentioned an interest in water sports, it had been anything but banana boats and jetski’s. The only vessels she had any interest in were the yachts and those who owned them, how wild a ride she could take them on; how many she could trick within the synapse of a single afternoon. 

So far, the afternoon’s pickings had been shit. She sat at the edge of the wooden slats, feet suspended just above the water. A shadow cut through the warmth of sun on her skin. “I reckon something’s going on at Mercer Beach. Communal jerk circle. Satanic prayers to Donald Trump. Personally, I’m inclined to believe it’s a magical combo of both.” 

[sethmacklin-blog]

Seth enjoyed the quiet solace of the docks. It was a nice place to just sit and enjoy the silence. Surprisingly, the marina was somewhat empty today as many of the boats and yachts were out on the water. Seth smiled to himself. He had the solitude he so desired. 

Despite the difficulty of maneuvering down the slats in a wheel chair, Seth was determined to do it. He was just making his way past reclining stranger, when he heard her voice call out to him. Donald Trump what? He had only caught a few words. Seth turned his head, searching for the person the girl was actually speaking to. Seeing no one, he assumed she might have been talking to him. “The toupe guy?” Seth answered hesitantly. 

[scotty-duncan-blog]

“Shit.” Tallon cursed to himself when his hate flew from his head. A loosely placed start and a gust of wind contributing to the misfortunes. He glanced up to see it making contact with the body coming his way. “Sorry about that.”

[sethmacklin-blog]

Seth watched as the floating hat flew past him. “I’ll grab it.” The dark hat glided to the ground. Seth wheeled himself towards the hat and attempted to reach down to retrieve. He fingers just barely touching the brim of the hat; his wheel chair restricting his motion. Seth retracted his arm and placed it in his lap. “Sorry mate.”

[georgiadurban-blog]

Today was simultaneously the longest and greatest day ever. The very last thing I want to do is sit at home, any suggestions?

[sethmacklin-blog]

Alcohol is always fun. It’s my preferred hobby. 

If I may inquire, what made today so great?

[costadelsolrpg-blog]

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