Post by Caleb Stroud on Apr 20, 2009 21:44:52 GMT -5
CALEB ALLEN STROUD
[/size]you're my keepsake, my friend, and my fears
[/center]NICK NAMES[/color] cale.
AGE[/color] seventeen.
GENDER[/color] male.
SEXUALITY[/color] homosexual.
CLIQUE[/color] boy next door.
CANON[/color] blankety blank.
PLAY-BY[/color] mitch hewer.
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OKAY, WHY DON'T YOU TELL US A LITTLE ABOUT YOUR FABULOUS SELF?
[/color][/center]INTERESTING. AND WHAT ABOUT YOUR FAMILY LIFE?
[/color][/center]EXPERIENCE[/color] six years.
CONTACT[/color] AIM - Spastic Demigod
CODE FROM THE RULES[/color] I read the rules.
ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE[/color]
To be honest, Ember hadn't realized just how chilly it was outside until the warmth of the old diner slapped him in the face, causing what redness the temperature deficiency had sparked in his cheeks to only become greater for a moment. Shuddering slightly, he had to wonder how it was none of the children he'd been spending time with seemed to mind the cold and would roll their eyes at him when they recommended fetching their sweaters from the cubby’s in the building. He wouldn’t of traded it though, despite how unruly some of the children were, Ember really did enjoy having the responsibility the community center gave him, whether it was watching the latchkey kids in the center’s after school program, or if it was just being given little notice snippets of places that needed volunteers. He typically opted for things that involved looking after people, young or old, but Ember wasn’t especially choosy when it came to nulling the void he’d been feeling when he came home to an empty or step-mother laced house. Not that he had plans of going home quite yet today, maybe if he were lucky, he could convince Evan of spending more time talking away from the restaurant, not that he was going to hold his breath over it. He was lucky Evan wasn't the sort that would of just hung up on him or told him piss off, then again, maybe it was simply about the assignment. It had been just about a year since he'd began dodging his once best friend, his once could of been lo-- no, no. This wasn't the time to think about that. This was about school and the slightly cracked doorway to rekindling his friendship, he didn't even want to be as dumb to consider trying to rebuilding a deeper sense of compassion he so callously brushed off.
Relaxing the tight hold on his windbreaker, Ember moved further in as his eyes flickered around the establishment. It had been probably a month since he'd been here, three years before then. He used to squeeze the bare bones of time he could offer to slip away with a friend or two to fetch hot chocolate and, sometimes, a small little order of pancakes while they'd get looks from the adults. He'd never really usually been one of the giggling members of the party, but the event was pleasant enough he cherished it until it seemed to be degraded when he'd have to admit to his friends he had to go home while they wished to continue on with other things. Things hadn't changed too much, he could still vaguely recall the booths he'd sat in before and he could see one male bustling about that he was sure had been working here on one of his long ago occasions of visiting, or had it been last month when Meredith wanted to have 'family' time. Ember wasn't all too sure, but his reflection was interrupted as a woman with graying brown hair approached him. He could remember her, for she'd been there when Samuel'd shot a strawful of lemonade at him in play, but then proceeded to knock his lemonade forward by accident, covering not only the table but Ember's lap. It was a rather insignificant memory, but it was one of the ones that bobbed in his head because Evan had been with him, trying to rip the napkins from the dispenser at their booth to aid him when the waitress swooped in to help. She said nothing specific to him now, so he could only assume she'd forgotten about him. People did that, he'd come to accept that so simply in school with people that had once called him friend, it wasn't like he could hold it against anyone to do it in the regular ol' world. The female inquired if he was alone and Ember shook his head, " For two." He wondered if he should of expanded, claiming he was waiting for a friend and how that friend may or may not be eating, but he thought it was sort of pointless. Surely, she'd figure it out when Evan arrived.
There was small talk and he doubly noticed the decent volume of people enjoying their dinners as he was guided to a small booth, that he'd requested as they moved. He gave a small smile as two weathered and worn plastic-gilded menus were laid out along with silverware, even if he was still only holding onto a little hope Evan wouldn't be too against sharing more than just cold emotionless moments to hammer out their project outline. Ember shrugged off the light jacket, tossing it to make a small pool of fabric at the end of his seat, following after it. He nearly jumped realizing the woman hadn't left yet, giving a small, but still warm, amused smile as she asked about drinks. Dark hazel eyes blinked, focusing a little too hard toward the napkin cocooned silverware in front of him before looking back to her, asking for twin cups of ice water and coffee. The woman didn't bother writing anything down and gave him a happy nod, leaving him to his solitude. He wondered if the coffee here was just the sort of regular, bland stuff he'd had at other places in the recent past, or if it was like the coffee he could usually brew at home, he rather like home brewed things-- then again, he was always a bit more comfortable with eating at home by default. If he thought longer on it, he would of even recalled his habit for the caffeinated drink had originated as a way to bond with the blue-eyed male that he assumed was still due to arrive. Ember did wonder if his dad had ever had a moment like this, oh so long ago. If he'd ever tried meeting with mom to make things work, not that Ember cared anymore, but it was just the first comparison came to mind. The main difference was he wasn't trying to salvage some dead marriage. He was hoping to rehabilitate something far more important.
Reaching for his coat, Ember dug in the right pocket pulling out his cellphone along with a bunch of thick folded papers. Opening the papers, he flattened them out onto the table, setting his phone off to the side just incase it rang before Evan arrived. Shifting, the curly haired boy dug into his jeans pocket with his hand, returning with a pen as he began running his eyes over the pages of notes, as well as his teacher's syllabus for the assignment. It was hugely surreal to see so much written by him for one assignment, but he felt a light sense of pride over it. His eyes moved to the blinking light on his phone, idly wondering what his siblings were up to right now. This was probably one of the few nights since he his father's remarriage that he'd actually been happy with having more time to himself and he couldn't but feel bad. Was it wrong to like not having to worry about other people for once? He eyed the cell a moment longer before stretching a hand to press into the power button, disconnecting it's electronic life from interrupting his meeting, pocketing it back into the abandoned jacket. He couldn't imagine anyone but a 'concerned' Meredith calling to check when he'd be coming home, or his elder brother having somehow nagged his number out of their father, but still he didn't want to make an excuse about leaving tonight. He wanted this to be a step in having his own life and that meant deciding when he wanted to go home, even if Evan desired to leave long before he'd of expected.
His eyes scanned his page, a pen drawing an exaggerated line at the head of the paper, finding a bit difficult to keep his attention. Ember couldn't deny he didn't feel a little nervous, this was a confrontation long in coming-- but it still hurt remembering the way Evan sounded on the phone. His mother still seemed to think highly of him which was a rather large crack to a scabbed over wound rather than any sort of comfort. It was hard to to avoid the fact that had he decided to handle things with Evan as maturely as he had handled event in his life, they wouldn't of been dancing awkwardly around places to do this, they'd of probably been at one or the other's house. Really, they would of probably been happy as opposed to hesitant of their pairing. So many could-of-beens swirled in his mind as his pen took to absently tapping at his page, not even really registering when a shadow grew over the side of the table. He was rather enraptured by the now repetitive string of figure eights on the top of his paper, he didn't shift his head until he heard a sound. Perhaps it was just the waitress with the drinks, but Ember couldn't help the way his heart sped up hoping it was his old friend.
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CARLEE BARLEY !? OF CAUTION 2.0 MADE THIS AND I SHOULDN'T STEAL IT OR TAKE THIS CREDIT OFF BECAUSE IF I DO, SHE'LL EAT ME WITH ONE OF THOSE MELON SCOOPERS!
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