Permissions

OOC PREFERENCES: Permissions for OOC game activity.
CONTACT METHODS: Twitter and AIM are yourgwyneth, Email is kannmillman at gmail - I get kind of shy about adding people to twitter, but please feel free to add me, and I'll add back. :)
THREADJACKING: Please ask first.
SLOWTAGGING/BACKTAGGING: Sure.
NSFW: As long as we talk about it first.
AVOIDED SUBJECTS: I don't really have any triggers that I feel would come up at random. If there's something serious you want to play, just give me a heads up and I can let you know.
PREFERRED GENDER PRONOUN: She / Her

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Contact

"What's up? This is Caleb's phone, leave a message."


[Voicemail, Calls, Texts, Mail, etc go here.]

Dropbox

Questions, comments, concerns, plotting? Right here!

Profile (History and Family)

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(Open - At the edge of town)

Caleb scrambles out of the car before it even comes to a complete stop. With his backpack clutched in one hand, he slams the door shut with the other. "Fuck you!" The car takes off, tires squealing, and Caleb gives its bumper a kick as it flies past him, shouting after it, "Fucking perv!"

He rubs one gently trembling hand with the other and stares after the car, making sure it's well and truly gone. Heart hammering in his chest, Caleb lets out a breath and glanced around. It's not cold, but he hugs his jacket closer to his body all the same, wishing he was wearing more than just a tank top underneath. There's probably good money to be made in prostitution, but he hadn't gotten quite that desperate yet. He guesses his good hitch-hiking luck had to run out at some point, and of course it had to happen now. But that's okay, because at least he's gotten to his destination, and he hopefully won't need to do any more hitching right away.

It's dusk, the start of a nice, clear night, but too late to look for his old friend. Street lights bathe him in pale yellow, as he heads father into town. Better find a place to spend the night.



[ooc: Hi! I'm new and so is Caleb. Feel free to tag him when he forcefully ejected himself from the car, or when he's somewhere in town. He's mostly just gonna wander until he finds a public bench he can crash on for the night. Also I guess if you could read his Permissions page before tagging that'd be cool. Unfortunately I'm gonna be gone ALL DAY tomorrow, but I'm impatient and wanted to post this now. So any loose threads I'll get back to on Sunday. ...And this OOC section is about to be longer than my post so I'll stop now.]