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Sean Paterson

Lucky dog

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a character in “Legend of the Jade Emperor”, as played by Wrenn

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Zodiac: Dog
Name: Sean Paterson
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Hair: Stylized, faux-unruly blonde curls
Eyes: Pale blue, almost backlit with warmth -- although bloodshot more often than not.
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 184lbs
Likes: Drinking, smoking, partying, swimming
Dislikes: Gambling
Relationships: Gets along with all of the Paterson clan to varying degrees, although most especially (in his opinion) with the Horse, Monkey and Tiger, with whom he shares something of a similar outlook. Even if he doesn't get along with them as well, Sean also respects and cares for the Bull, Dragon and Rooster -- although his capricious nature often clashes with their stricter values. The others he loves as brothers and sisters of course, but doesn't necessarily seek them out. Outside of the family Sean is generally friends with everyone he meets, with the sort of fun, dynamic personality that is hard to say no to. That being said, he's easy to befriend but hard to truly know, as he generally interacts only superficially with the many people he meets. Love him for his antics, but don't trust him to be there.

So begins...

Sean Paterson's Story

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The younger siblings of the Paterson clan still attending Sunny High had their rooms in the manor, as did the older siblings if they so wished, provided that they had careers of their own or were attending university. Sean Paterson fit in neither category -- too old for high school and too unfocused for a job or Sunny U -- and so had for the past few years been relegated to what was known as the shed; something of a studio apartment unattached to the rest of the manor, situated lower on the gently-sloping lawns at the back of the estate. Without even a kitchenette, though, every morning he would eventually make his way into the house proper. This morning the journey took place sometime after 10am, when hunger had finally outweighed the morning-after languor from his night partying. Slipping into the previous night's jeans and white undershirt with their pervasive odor of cigarettes, he stumbled out of the shed, blinking blearily at the sun before donning his sunglasses.

He passed Marcus exercising within the tennis court -- mumbled a greeting with a wave as he shuffled past, wrinkled jeans scuffing the pavement with each step of his bare feet. Entering through the great glass sliding door from the patio, he made his way to the kitchen, pouring himself some still-warm coffee prepared earlier by a more enterprising Paterson. Tepidity notwithstanding, the coffee slowly did its trick and after finishing the mug Sean felt ready to have a go at breakfast.

Tranquility restored, he was almost dapper as he passed the two teens conversing at the side of the court; Marcus and Ramona looking almost like twins with their similar hair and builds. Although Sean too possessed the family's notable blonde locks, his were in fact due more to sun and pool chlorine than genetics, and always threatened to turn a dull brown. "Hello, hello," he greeted with a poor stab at a British accent as he passed the two, making his way to the shed to change into swimming trunks.

After a few laps of the pool to clear his head and work out the last remnants of the previous night's recreational poisons, Sean showered, shaved and changed into his usual calculated scruffy look, looking like a model posing as a hobo, or perhaps vice versa. He had agreed to pick up a shift at the Pawprint for one of his siblings, and was due at the cafe in a few hours. Although he'd enjoyed working there in his teens, now Sean loathed the Pawprint as it forced him to evaluate his life. He knew he was a wastrel, but he preferred not to be reminded of that fact -- as the twenty-six-year-old was reminded every time he picked up a shift at the same job he'd once had as a kid each summer.

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Dutifully waiting for Elias to return to the manor, the dog was sitting in the driver's seat of one of the family's many vehicles -- a silver luxury compact SUV that he had more or less claimed as his own. If you held the philosophy that a man's traits are reflected in his choice of automobile, you'd say that Sean Paterson was fun, sporty, but more flashy than practical. A fair description, he had to agree. Guess then you'd also have to say he had a classy interior...

Laughing to himself, he slid down the window with a touch of a button, leaned his head out like a dog. "Eli!" he called, seeing his brother returning from the fishing expedition that some of the younger Patersons had been hornswoggled into joining. For all his love of water -- ocean, lake or pool -- Sean couldn't give a toss about fishing, and was surprised anyone related to him could even pretend to. "Ready to go?" He'd offered to give Elias a ride earlier, as they were both due at the Pawprint for a closing shift.

In the small break room at the back of the cafe, Sean donned a black waiter's apron and cinched it about his slim waist. He wore black slacks and the black polo shirt with the paw print stitched above the breast. He motioned to punch in, but his hand hesitated at the mounted time clock. It had been so long since his last shift that he'd forgotten his employee number. He didn't turn his luck on full burn, but let it simmer like a pot ready to boil over. Closing his eyes, he stabbed a finger at the pad four times; heard four successive beeps. Looking at the LED display scrolling the text "PATERSON, SEAN," he cooled his luck down to nil and stepped out of the break room.

He reached the counter in time to hear the tail end of James' conversation, but kept out of it until after the girl turned away. "Random admirer of the fabled Patersons?" he asked, keeping his back to the counter, "or another snoop?" In the last few months, more and more the siblings had suspected that they were being watched. Of course, they were being watched, always, as the small town's wealthiest denizens. But lately it felt like being probed.

Then there was that time a few weeks back when he'd been at a bar out of town, on his own after splitting up from the rest of his friends earlier that night. He'd confronted two men that he'd been sure were following him, only to find the situation escalate into a fight outside. He'd burnt his luck so bright they'd practically broke their necks slipping on the loose gravel parking lot, and he kept it burning all the way home as he caught green after green.

As much as he enjoyed the fawning attention of admiring girls, Sean would gladly give it up if it meant no longer feeling under surveillance. Hell, he didn't want to know about the origins of their strange gifts, much less someone else. After this small moment of concern, though, Sean reverted to his usual charismatic, outgoing self as he set about helping customers. You couldn't keep a good dog down.

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Elias got out of the shower and threw on some clothes. He had a habit of dressing nicely and somewhat upscale, even when the occasion was more casual. This time he put on something a little nicer deliberately. He always liked to look his best when he worked at the Pawprint, even if he was just baking pastries. Eli was one of the tidiest in the house and this gift translated over to his baking; he could get away with wearing nice clothes since he almost never made a mess of himself or his work space. He threw on a white collar shirt, a navy blue tie, and a grey sweater over top. He put on a different pair of khaki's and slipped into his shoes and headed downstairs.

"Oh wait," he said to himself, turning back to get a pad and pen from his room. "almost forgot." He zipped down and out the door.

He was making his way over to Sean's studio when a shriek slightly startled him. "Eli!" he heard his brother call out from the car, noticing that Sean was already more than ready to go. "Oh ha ha, sorry, I didn't know I was running quite so late" he said, stepping into the SUV. Elias doodled the entire ride to the Pawprint. The visions had been relentless today... they were coming in such compacted quantities that he could barely make out clear visions of each separate event he was seeing. He realized then that he wasn't actually feeling that good. He thought he probably hadn't felt good all day, and just didn't really notice it until now. He rubbed his head a bit, trying to bring his sight back to the present.

The Pawprint wasn't too crowded just yet, but it was fuller than Eli was expecting at the moment. He headed to the back, forgetting to punch in as always. His parents hated that... Whenever it came time to pay him, the hours he worked became speculative, and they usually ended up having to ask around the house how long Elias was there because Elias himself couldn't even remember. He pulled out a couple of trays of dough that he had prepared the day before and rolled up his sleeves. "Yeah, strawberry. That sounds good right now. And umm.... Kiwi. Mmmmmm I love kiwi" He grabbed some fresh fruit from the fridge and began placing equal mounds of fruit into little flat ramekins that he had layered with dough. He would then drizzle a mixture of sugar and water over the tart and brush it with egg. He finished a whole tray and placed them in the oven.

Dusting the flour off his hands, he walked out into the front and couldn't help but overhear Sean and James's conversation. Under normal circumstances, it would be a little awkward for some of the younger Patersons to butt into the older kids' conversations, but most his brothers and sisters made an exception of Eli, because he already knew things anyway.

"Listen, I uhh.. I gotta talk to you guys in a bit about something. It's something I saw. I wouldn't worry about it really, its probably nothing. Just come into the back when you get a free moment, okay?" he smiled that innocent, sheepish smile of his and headed back into the kitchen. "Ugh... cake.... damnit." He reached under the work station and grabbed two cake pans.

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"A friend." He replied casually, not too startled by his brother's sudden appearance for someone was due to come in around this hour. James wasn't a fan of his powers, however useful it was in burying their secrets, particularly when it came to using it on those close to him. Despite some popularity, which was expected by being a Paterson, he had few friends and fewer he trusted. The less he had to change their minds the better, for who knows what he could do with a slip of a tongue. Crossing that moral threshold was all too easy, he had learned that the hard way.

Disliking the situation, what James found made it worse was that someone had heard the resolution. He preferred keeping even this from his family. After all, he had cleaned up their messes before and none were the wiser, why start now. Behind them, came a voice, the familiar sheepish tone of Eli. After his announcement, James merely nodded, already growing curious. After he was sure the young Paterson was out of hearing range, he turned his attention back to the older.

"Don't worry."

Though Sean appeared optimistic, James had watched him all too long to not notice the shadow of pessimism that at times burdened him. He could have laced the statement with a bit of persuasion for his brother's benefit, but left it aside. Instead he minded his own business, stepping aside to allow the more charismatic of the two to address the customers as he fulfilled the orders. There were two girls there, regulars; Kim and Erin, whose eyes noticeably brightened at the appearance of Sean. One wore a too low shirt and the other, a bit too boisterous as she placed her order, clumsily dropping her change and holding up the forming line as she continued with some small talk. Not wishing to interrupt, James merely opened up the rarely used second register and began taking orders as well, with the slightest smirk gracing his lips.

"Could I get a slice of chocolate cake please?" The man was well dressed, a little too well-dressed actually. He took a quick look over James before taking a quick glance over at Sean. "You two don't look alike." The snake smiled, ignoring the comment. "Sorry, we don't serve cake on Saturdays. Would you like a raspberry tart instead?" The man considered it, then proceeded to pull out his change as James moved toward the baked goods. Grabbing one of two left, he wrapped the dessert with practiced speed before taking on another customer. After about another few minutes or so, the commotion had died down and he was able to leave his post. Tapping Sean on the arm, James headed toward the back.

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His last customer left laughing, and Sean was grinning as he turned to his brother's touch. He'd held his fist out for the man to collect his change, and with a look of confusion and reluctance the older man had bumped Sean's fist. Their mutual look of shock and chagrin had been enough to set them both to laughing. Closing the register down, he followed James into the kitchen. Despite being six years older than the snake, Sean was comfortable following the more mature Paterson's lead. Odd then that he chafed under others' leads, like the bull or rooster. Too much like a leash, he guessed.

He stepped into the open doorway after his brothers, with his long swimmer's arms hanging loosely from the top of the door frame, revealing the cut of his biceps as he leaned forward precariously until his body was bowed like a harp. With a groan he recollected himself and came to attention. "What's up?" he asked with a note of concern poorly hidden in his nonchalant act. Although Elias handled the many troublesome effects of his zodiac gift with better grace and tranquility than Sean could ever muster, he still felt it was his duty to somehow shoulder the load for his younger brother.

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"Oh" Elias exclaimed as he quickly shut the oven door. "I literally just put the cakes in. Oh by the way we're selling chocolate cake today..." he gave a sideways glance knowing that cake wasn't actually on the menu for today. But Elias just wasn't that great at saying "no" and since his friends wanted it, well.. he figured he'd make it.

He turned around and faced his older brothers. "Um yeah I want you to take a look at this..." Elias said, pulling off his oven mitts and grabbing his sketch pad. He flipped through a couple pages and then turned the book so they could see. It was a drawing depicting a couple shadowy figures - they looked like people, but entirely black except the eyes - staring at the Paterson manor from behind a veil of fog. "I couldn't help but overhear your conversation before.." then Elias remembered that he actually walked in AFTER the conversation, and knew for sure his brothers would pick up on this, so he corrected himself with the truth. "Or rather... I saw your conversation earlier, so I know what you were talking about. I'm sure it's nothing and I'm just being paranoid as usual but, I'm worried and a little anxious that someone might be spying on us.." Eli made sure nobody was eavesdropping on them in the kitchen.

"I can't know for certain.. I was going to try to meditate when I got home later and see if I could get a clearer image of who exactly it is I saw looking at us through the fog. But please, try not to tell the others, and especially not mom and dad... I don't want anyone to worry. But......" Eli gulped, his stomach swelled with anxiety at the thought of his next statement. "I've been having all kinds of bad visions lately..." he lowered his voice to a barely audible whisper at this point. "I'm afraid we might be in some sort of trouble." He waited intently for his brothers' reaction.

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So there is chocolate cake. James didn't exactly like having information sprung on to him like this, especially when it made him look like he was in the wrong. Either way, he brushed it off, not letting it bother him too much. Ever cautious, the Paterson closed the door after Sean had stepped in, then joined his brothers as Eli pulled out the familiar sketchpad. He wasn't sure if the others did, but James always took these images rather seriously. Never was he found staring at them as they hung on the fridge, but they were always on his mind, or on his phone. Technology had its benefits after all.

Once Eli finally found the page, James took a long look before speaking, picking out what he could from the drawing. He wondered at times how his younger brother dealt with these visions, especially ones like these that were more foreboding. It was just another argument against their powers, or supposed gifts if one is being optimistic. They were better off without them, all of them. He glanced up from the sketchpad to Eli's face just as the young man grew more anxious, dimming the volume of his voice in fear. Letting his gaze linger for a little too long, James eventually leaned back, having moved closer when their conversation grew quiet.

"Get rid of it." He advised, not indicating clearly whether he would keep his silence or not on the matter. The pale haired Paterson was not visibly distressed, his expression always hard to read, but within he felt a festering curiosity. Who were these men? When will this happen? Where could he find them? The questions went on and on, preoccupying his mind and consequently, distanced himself from the others.

After a moment or two, he reappeared into the conversation with a "Let us know." before moving over to the few baked goods sitting on the counter. Grabbing a rag, he covered one hand in order to lift the still cooling tray and departed, knowing he had nothing more to contribute to the discussion. If anyone was going to comfort the nervous sheep, it would be the friendly dog.

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Outside at the back of the cafe the dog leaned casually against the brick wall, one foot propped up behind him as he enjoyed a quick smoke. Smart phone out, scrolling through pictures of a party he'd been to last week, uploaded to a friend's account. Don't remember that, he thought. Oh, yeah, that I remember, as the next one brought a smile to his lips. His phone buzzed as a text came up -- a number he didn't recognize.

[kim pulled out. can you cover tonight 8p-1a $100?]

Sean frowned. He infrequently worked for a liquor vendor to demo product at bars, restaurants, chain stores -- a good way to pick up a few bucks here and there provided you could live on 8-12 hours a week. He found the job a breeze and could afford the few hours on offer -- not to mention that generally his coworkers were attractive college girls from Sunny U. Still, he'd never seen a shift that late. Must be a club out of town. He flicked away his cigarette, replied.

[where?]

He was supposed to work at the Pawprint until 10, but things seemed slow and he figured his brothers wouldn't mind him slipping out early. That was the trouble with the dog -- by his capricious nature he was great at making commitments; terrible at keeping them. Generally his relationships platonic or romantic were as brief as they were one-sided. His phone buzzed with the address, and he texted back in the affirmative.

"Sorry guys something just came up," he called as he stepped back into the building. "I gotta head out!" he added before slipping into the break room to punch out and strip off the apron, which he threw on top of the lockers. As he left the room the apron fell to the floor, perfect symbolism for the dog's tumultuous nature.

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Essentially a nocturnal creature, Simon had gone to bed for the night only a few hours before most of the other Patersons left for the day. When he finally awoke some time in the afternoon the rat briefly left his nest to use the restroom down the hall, but immediately returned to his bedroom and locked the door. Sliding into his well-worn rolling chair he quickly turned on his Xbox, his computer and the tv. With the afternoon lineup of sitcoms playing quietly on the 32-inch flat screen to his right, he logged in to briefly check any change in notifications, texts or updates from his friends -- all of whom he'd met through gaming, as he had none from school.

He played Black Ops II for a few hours before the need for breakfast finally registered. Where most of the Patersons' slender builds came from regular exercise and activity, Simon was one of those people who only ever seemed to feel the need to eat at a muted, almost second-hand level. He could note his hunger but not be compelled to satisfy it for hours on end, most of them spent in his room on his computer. This 'morning' breakfast consisted of two Hot Pockets and a Dr. Pepper, which he took back to his room after making a furtive appearance in the kitchen. This time he hadn't shaded himself, although more often than not he did when venturing from his room. Not that he disliked any of his family members particularly; he just didn't want to have to bump into any and be drawn into even the most cursory of conversations. Sometimes he went days without speaking to any of them.

Despite being only fifteen Simon no longer attended high school, which meant he virtually never had anything to draw him from his room. Citing an inability to cope with the pressures of school and socialization, he'd been able to enroll in an at-home schooling program that consisted of little more than reading and submitting papers to an instructor via e-mail, once a week. Almost all of the rest of his time was spent in his nest except for the rare occasions that he was pulled from his room.

Some hours after his breakfast, in the early evening, Simon finished a match and spent the brief moment of downtime to grab one of his phones from the nightstand. "Yeah one second," he replied over the headset while composing a quick message.

[kim pulled out. can u cover tonight 8p-1a $100?]

The new match started, and after a few kills and respawns his phone chimed with the response.

[where?]

He gave the address, a hip new club a few towns over. He didn't know much about it except that it was becoming quite popular with Sunny Haven residents, even rivaling the Patersons' Pawprint Cafe. The perfect place for two to 'accidentally' run into each other. He composed another text, this one to be sent to Val.

[hey Sean's planning on going to the Escape tonight] he began. He dropped the phone to quickly pick up his controller when he saw someone pass where he was camping. No one could find the rat when he wanted to remain hidden, and when the threat passed he turned back to his text. [drinks @ 8?] He sent the message to James' old ex-, and with a small smile, the rat returned to his game.

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The silver compact luxury SUV pulled into the parking lot -- slowly, as there were many people milling about the establishment, heedlessly walking to and fro across the traffic . Luckily Sean was early to pull in and wasn't in a rush. "Papa was a rollin' stone..." he sang tunelessly along with the radio as he found a spot. "Wherever he laid his hat was his home!"

"And when he died," he stabbed at the high note, missed. "All he left us was alone..." He killed the engine and slammed the door as he left. Saturday night at the Escape was in full swing -- the line at the door was growing visibly despite the early hour, and soon it would be wrapped around the small building's corner. He was about to approach the security at the door when he heard a voice calling his name. He swung around and spotted a girl waving at him from her place in the line. She motioned for him to come over.

"Hey there -- Valerie, right?" he asked, recognizing James' ex. Beautiful, with her auburn hair and light blue eyes. She looked like she'd be an ice queen with her somewhat haughty beauty, but Sean had found during their brief encounters to be really down-to-earth and friendly. "You here with anyone?"

She shook her head and gave a small smile that was reminiscent of Eli's for its sheepishness. "I might meet up with friends later," she replied. "You?"

"Working."

He saw the note of disappointment in her eyes even as her smile remained the same, and Sean realized he had something going here. "Probably, I dunno -- let me see," he added, motioning with his finger for 'one moment' as he turned to head back to the front of the line for the bouncer. He burned his luck with moderate intensity as he reached the security at the front. "Hey!" he called, getting the guy's attention. "I'm here for product demo from MWS?" The guard spoke into his touch-to-talk phone, and a moment later a response squawked in his ear piece. "Sorry boss, nothing today." He pointed to the line, and Sean left with a smile, cooling his luck down to nil as he returned to Val.

"Well?" she asked.

"I sorted things out." He lifted the velvet rope and ducked under, joining her in line.

"You told them who you were and they said no thanks, huh?" They both laughed. Sean hadn't seen her often except with James, and was surprised to see her humor. She'd been a bit dour with the snake, as he recalled. Oh well -- he knew things were ended between the two, and he figured his brother wouldn't care if Sean tried his chance here. Passionate didn't exactly fit James as a description, like a skin he'd molted from long ago.