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(Closed to Gabe - Sirens Gone Wild plot~)
Caleb wakes up with the overwhelming feeling that he needs to see Gabe.
It's one step away from thinking Gabe is in trouble, that urgent. There's no explanation, but the panic, the desperation, the longing are a physical ache in his chest that's impossible to ignore. He scrambles from bed, pulling on shoes while stumbling for the bathroom to take a quick piss. He manages a five second teeth brushing, but doesn't bother with his hair. He went to bed in cotton shorts and a tank top and he figures he's dressed well enough, he doesn't have time to change, he has to go.
He slips quickly and silently out of the house. It's pouring but that doesn't stop him from sprinting down the driveway to the sidewalk. It's a brisk five or ten minute jog to Mira's house, and surely the most exercise he's had in awhile, but he hardly notices. He's panting and drenched by the time he reaches their block. Shivering, he rubs a frantic hand over the back of his neck; it's early and he doesn't want to piss Mira's family off by knocking at the door and potentially waking anyone up, but he needs Gabe. Gabe needs him, he just knows it.
After some manic pacing in front of Mira's house, he finally walks to the porch and gives a determined knock. Or two.
...Three when no one answers right away.
It's one step away from thinking Gabe is in trouble, that urgent. There's no explanation, but the panic, the desperation, the longing are a physical ache in his chest that's impossible to ignore. He scrambles from bed, pulling on shoes while stumbling for the bathroom to take a quick piss. He manages a five second teeth brushing, but doesn't bother with his hair. He went to bed in cotton shorts and a tank top and he figures he's dressed well enough, he doesn't have time to change, he has to go.
He slips quickly and silently out of the house. It's pouring but that doesn't stop him from sprinting down the driveway to the sidewalk. It's a brisk five or ten minute jog to Mira's house, and surely the most exercise he's had in awhile, but he hardly notices. He's panting and drenched by the time he reaches their block. Shivering, he rubs a frantic hand over the back of his neck; it's early and he doesn't want to piss Mira's family off by knocking at the door and potentially waking anyone up, but he needs Gabe. Gabe needs him, he just knows it.
After some manic pacing in front of Mira's house, he finally walks to the porch and gives a determined knock. Or two.
...Three when no one answers right away.
(Closed to Joel and Spencer, backdated to earlier in the week)
If Caleb is staying in Siren Cove, he needs to find a job as soon as possible. He's already dug into his emergency fund, which is pretty sad to begin with, and he doesn't want to be a burden on Rian and Sophie forever. He also doesn't want to rely on or borrow money from Gabe, who's crashing with someone else's family too. Between the both of them if they can save enough money, they could get a two room apartment and split the rent. He hasn't exactly brought it up yet, but it seems like the most logical thing to do.
But first, a job.
Back home he only found work through friends; here he's going to have to rely on himself. And the library. Thank god for libraries and free resources. He uses google to help write up a resume, and prints out a dozen copies. He looks up job wanted ads in the paper and starts applying to anywhere he has a chance getting hired to. And some that he probably doesn't.
On his way back to Rian's, he passes the bookstore. He didn't see that they were hiring or anything, but it can't hurt to ask, right?
He ducks inside and looks around, hoping Joel's working right now.
But first, a job.
Back home he only found work through friends; here he's going to have to rely on himself. And the library. Thank god for libraries and free resources. He uses google to help write up a resume, and prints out a dozen copies. He looks up job wanted ads in the paper and starts applying to anywhere he has a chance getting hired to. And some that he probably doesn't.
On his way back to Rian's, he passes the bookstore. He didn't see that they were hiring or anything, but it can't hurt to ask, right?
He ducks inside and looks around, hoping Joel's working right now.
(Open - Finn's Pub)
Caleb hadn't known what to expect when he came to Siren Cove. At the very least, he just wanted to know that Gabe was still alive. He is, and he's doing well for himself. He has a support system and a job, and it makes Caleb's heart happy to know it. But those are two things more than Caleb can say for himself. He's running out of the measly amount of money he's been trying really hard not to touch and to save for an emergency, he hasn't had a proper shower in days, not to mention a meal or a real place to sleep. He finally got Leo's brother on the phone, and there's still a spot open for him in Portland. He needs to get going.
After washing up in a public restroom, Caleb makes his way Finn's Pub to hopefully catch Gabe at the end of his shift.
[ooc: even though Caleb is looking for Gabe, feel free to tag him if you want, lurking outside of Finn's Pub]
After washing up in a public restroom, Caleb makes his way Finn's Pub to hopefully catch Gabe at the end of his shift.
[ooc: even though Caleb is looking for Gabe, feel free to tag him if you want, lurking outside of Finn's Pub]
(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.]
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.]
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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 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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pre-play fun
It was the last day of their trip. The competition was over. They'd won, probably mostly thanks to Caleb's exceptionally talented roommate. Speaking of, Gabe was in the bathroom getting ready for bed. Caleb flopped down on the bed, already in his pajamas, but far from tired. Without much else to think about, stuck in a hotel room with nothing to do, his mind wandered to his friend. Gabe was just...so cute, and Caleb didn't know what to do with that information. He knew he should be scared, because what his father would tell him, what the church would tell him, was that it was Satan making him think these things. God would never let Caleb be attracted to another boy, so it must be Satan, or a demon. Only, it didn't feel very sinister. Gabe wasn't evil. He was just a cute boy, anyone could see that, no matter what gender.