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likes:iced coffee, bagels,the smell of paint,sunny days and -X-
dislikes:lightning,people who bash his art,humid weather and bees
U.S.S: uke

Donovan Marukawa
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Donovan had looked over Seth's application for the job maybe once, as he did with all applications, before he'd immediately given it to another of his subordinates who would then conduct all the interviews and such. Having heard that they finally found the perfect candidate for their new advertisement, he expected a good bit of work from them, and was looking forward to meeting them in person. As his secretary led Seth to his office, Donovan was looking over some pictures of the male's work that had been submitted with his application, setting them down as there was a knock on the door. "Enter," the man said with a gruff voice, the secretary opening the door and leading Seth inside, introducing him.

"Nice to meet you, I look forward to working with you during this project. I expect good things from you," Donovan said with a smile, holding out his hand to the male. The office smelled like a mix of cigarette smoke and whiskey, two things that were often in Donovan's office late at night when he was forced to work overtime.

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Donovan smiled again, pulling his hand back before moving back over to his desk. "Good. I don't exactly like slackers," the man said, sitting down at his desk and lighting a cigarette, looking over Seth's work again before motioning to the empty chair. The secretary closed the door behind her as she left. "You seem to do a lot of painting, very good work from what I can tell although I'm not exactly an art critic. Have you ever done anything with a computer before? Most of what we have you design is normally through our system," Donovan took a drag from the cigarette, running a hand through his hair for a moment before leaning back into his chair and looking at Seth, setting the cigarette in an ash tray for the moment.

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Donovan took another drag on the cigarette, scratching his scruff some. "As far as I know, you've already started. You can take a couple days to get used to your new work station since we aren't hard pressed with a deadline yet, the client hasn't even really given us a full pitch or idea yet so I'll notify you when they do." the male snuffed out his cigarette and stood up. "Follow me and I'll show you to your station," Donovan said, walking over to the door and walking through it, expecting Seth to follow him.

The man led Seth down the hallway and to the elevator, pushing the button to go down and waiting for the doors to open before stepping in, holding the doors for Seth before pushing the button for a couple floors below the one they were at.

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Donovan walked out of the elevator when it stopped. He turned and walked over to a cubicle-like desk without the walls. "This shall be your work station for the time being. You'll be working closely with a handful of others who should be around here somewhere," Donovan looked around the area, not really seeing anyone until a shorter male walked up to them smiling. "Oh, here's one," Don added, motioning to the blonde male.
"This is Trevor Holden," the man said, introducing the other.
"Hiya!," Trevor said, smiling at Seth. "You must be the new guy. Don't worry about ol' Donny over there, he can be a bit intimidating at first but he knows how to handle his work. Hell, his family owns this company," the blonde said with a grin. Donovan let out a sigh, "I'll come check on you in a bit. I have some paperwork and a phone call to attend to. If you have any questions, Trevor or one of the others can assist you," Donovan said before walking back to the elevator and going back to his office. "So, want to meet everyone else? It's one of our co-worker's birthdays today so we're all in the break room for cake. I just came to get the guy's present," Trevor said with a smile, a colorful box in his hand as he led the other towards the break room, one male sitting down in front of the cake and two other's around the table smiling.