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(Setting) Seaside Residential
| >You have brought yourself to a two-story building.
>Around is generous slabs of splintery grass, cut down close to the root. Splotches of yellow generously fill in what isn’t green. You can pick out some of the more common weeds: Thistle, false wheat, plaintain.. They utterly trash and upturn the driveway gravel and spit themselves out of the cracks in the road further out, behind you. There’s also some small, barren bushes you can’t identify.
| >The driveway extends out and widens into an oval, stretching out around and under everything and providing a border to separate prior said vegetation and what else. The building is visible from where you are. You’re currently a few feet out. It’s safe to say it’s much bigger than it looks.
| >Your vehicle is stalled at your left, because there is a chain gate in front of you. It provides meager defense against you alone, but otherwise does a good job at keeping cars and bikes and such out of the property.
| >But enough of that. What are you doing at the moment?
| >And furthermore, what will you do?
| >Check the trunk
| >I am delivering a car part requested online. My name is Abel Cruze, and I have 4 organic brake pads in the trunk of my supply car. I'm here to see the resident who ordered them.
>I get out of the car and look to see if there is some sort of walkway to a door, a door buzzer/bell or a way to ring the inside of the building from out here.
| >>103510
>Okay. Now that we know who you are, perspectives will be changed. It might be a little jarring so bear with me.
| >There aren’t any walkways. The driveway seems to be the only way to get inside without issue, so there’s no way Abel can walk freely from this side. The gate, respectively, is bare. It’s very low tech, just a few locks on a string of chain, both ends attached to sturdy wooden posts. No proximity sensors, automatic lifting, and especially not what they’re looking for.
| >The only option left seems to be just climbing under it and retrieving the car afterwards, after the gate has been unlocked.
| >Abel sighs. He really didn't want this to be another tresspassing case like with that old Salamander car.
>He yelled out to the building.
"HEY! I'VE GOT YOUR CAR PARTS! I'M OUTSIDE AND I CAN'T GET IN! CAN YOU OPEN YOUR GATE?"
| >A few minutes have passed.. The breeze picks up.
| >Abel groaned.
"Fuck it."
>Abel grabbed the gate and started to climb it.
| >It's not too difficult, easier to get one leg over than the other. Soon enough Abel is on the other side.
| >Now that they're closer, more features of the building can be made out. Of note, there's two doors. One is presumably the entrance to the home itself and the other is a large garage door.
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| "Hmm..."
>This is definitely a strange circumstance. But, like a respectful businessman, Abel went up to the front door and knocked on it respectfully.
| >As luck would have it, the only answer he gets is the resounding thuds of his own knocking. Best guess that nobody even came to the door. The coms are off, display blank.. Come to think of it, compared to the gate, the building's locked up tight. This is a pretty high grade security door, even if this iteration is a bit old.
| >Going unnoticed was a statue near the doorstep. It's a large frog, with the enamel chipped at the leg. It stares at Abel dolefully.
| >Abel glanced down at the frog curiously, but he then dismissed it. This was a job, and he did want to get paid for his services.
>He tried knocking on the door again.
"Hello? I got your car parts!"
| >Knocking again seems to be a wasted effort, but then..
"Not in,"
>It's almost drowned out by the noise made, but it's repeated in full.
"They're not in."
| >The voice is coming from his right.
| >Abel glances over to the voice coming from his right.
"Eh...Hello? Who are you?"
| >The garage door has retracted and is now almost all of the way open. Someone's stepped outside of it.
| >He's fussing with something. Looks like a key ring. He pulls one off, but not without issue..
| >Discomfort lessens when the person steps up to present it to Abel. There's a piece of yellowed tape pressed on it, and on that is written "Gate" in large scrawl. It's so large that whoever wrote it couldn't fit the rest of whatever was intended on there, so the last bit is scribbled out.
| >Abel looks at the key with curiousity.
"So...This is the key to the gate...and you aren't the person buying the car parts? Who are you and where is that person?"
>At this point Abel wasn't quite sure what to think.
| "..."
>He runs a hand over a quite visible five o' clock shadow, finishing with a sigh.
"I.."
>Then he swings his whole arm down to point at himself.
"I am."
| "..."
>Abel waited politely, but was still confused.
"...?"
>He gave the man a somewhat confused and concerned look.
"...You are?"
| >Finding that he had not made it obvious, he bows his head. The key is still being held out.
"Buying."
| "Oh...Oh!"
>Abel's face brightened up. He was going to ask another question, but he figured it'd be best to not complicate things. He took the key and smiled.
"I'll bring the car up and unload the brake pads."
>His face then widened.
"Oh, and my name is Abel Cruze by the way. Nice to meet you!"
| >The man nods his head and straightens his neck. He steps back into the garage..
"Nice, yeah."
| "..'ll keep it open,"
>He drags his foot and kicks something back inside.
| >Abel just stands there for a moment and ponders what exactly was going on.
"Uh..Okay!"
>Abel walked over to the gate and unlocked the old lock with the key, before sliding the gate open with some effort. He then got into his truck and started it, still really curious about the man he spoke with.
"Hmm..."
>Abel drove up to the garage, parking just outside of it as he looked inside.
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| >The garage is getting brighter. It turns out it's double-sided in terms of doors, and the back one is being pulled up too.
| >..There's a soft murmuring that Abel would have to strain his ears to hear.
| >As the door opens, Abel waits. He is somewhat able to hear the murmurring, but it isn't clear enough for him to hear what it is.
"So...Are you gonna pay me for the brake pads, or are we waiting for somebody else?"
>Abel asks the man from the rolled-down window of his car.
| "No."
>The man returns, striding up to the car with some credit chits in hand. He's picking through them. Once he reaches the open window he shoves his arm through - But not in your face close, more near your arm but not touching it close.
"So?"
| "Excuse me?"
>Abel heard the man say that he wasn't going to pay him.
"Listen, I already agreed on the price with whoever it was that spoke to me on danger/cyb/. If that person wants to negotiate they can, but I don't work for free sir. Now please, get your arm our of my car and tell me, in clear English, what exactly is going on here, please."
>Abel was not happy with him, and it was clear, but he still maintained a professional appearance.
"I want to talk to the buyer."
| >A small noise comes out as he works his jaw.
"I.. No, I.."
>He quickly does as told and pulls away, but still tries to make a point of waving it around.
"Not waiting.. Did the.. Did anything.. Is it final or.."
| "It was just to.."
>He points at the chits, but drops it, waiting for whatever response comes.
| >Abel sits there, trying to decypher exactly what the man was saying.
"Soo...You were reaching your arm into my car to hand me the payment?"
>He stares at the man in curiosity.
"And you're curious if the payment is final?"
>Hmm. Abel isn't quite sure this is working.
"Here."
>He pulls out a pen and a notepad of paper from the glovebox of his truck, and hands it to the man.
"Maybe speaking just isn't your forte. I apologize. Maybe you can write what you mean to say?"
>Abel smiles.
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