Post by caleb adrian rhodes on Sept 7, 2009 4:51:52 GMT 1
caleb adrian rhodes
nineteen . cashier. trainwreck
nineteen . cashier. trainwreck
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character name - - -[/size][/color] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]caleb adrian rhodes .
character nicknames - - -[/size][/color] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]caleb, adrian, addi .
character age - - -[/size][/color] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]seventeen .
character personality - - -[/size][/color] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]sarcastic, headstrong, party boy, shy, awkward..
character history - - -[/size][/color] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]Caleb, in short, is a bastard. And for those who don't know the definition: it a person who’s parents weren't married when the newly mother was impregnated. At the time, Caleb's mother, Faith, was only fifteen. While his father, Andrew, was nineteen. They'd been dating for roughly a year, a very playful relationship with no real emotions between the two at all. In all honestly, they were both asses. Faith was an incredibly pushy girl, and wouldn't allow anything unless she approved first. As for Andrew...all he wanted was sex and money. Neither of which he had. And from there it happened, as we wont describe their scene. You might consider it rape, since Faith wasn't at all willing, but in the end their emotions didn't differ. Then again, they never really liked each other from the start, so it was hard to say.
After she gave birth to her first and only child, Faith was inexplicably happy with the bouncing bundle of life that no one could claim as their own. Caleb was undeniably her own. However, as the years grew on and Caleb grew up, the new mother’s radiant bliss slowly faded into irritation and soon into a fathomless depression. By the time he was fifteen, Caleb scarcely ever heard anything of his mother, and even more seldom did he see her venture out of the depths of her bedroom. Distressed and growing into his own state of depression, Caleb finally decided that, since living with his mother was almost the same as living on his own, he would pack up and leave the first chance he got. And he did. Within a month he had scraped together enough money––mainly snitched from his reclusive mother’s purse–– and promptly packed his bag and hit the road. After a few months of living off the streets Caleb met an absolutely adorable boy by the name of Oliver who eagerly took him under his wing and told him that they could split his apartment. Ecstatic, Caleb didn’t even think as he kissed the other boy square on the mouth before he felt Oliver kissing him back like an eager child. It didn’t matter that Oli was four years older than himself, somehow it felt right. Who would have thought pretty boy Caleb was gay?
Caleb and Oliver lived together happily in Oliver’s cramped little one bedroom apartment like a perfect little family, Caleb working at a posh little clothing store during the day only to return to Oliver’s arms at the end of the day. But thinking back on it now, maybe that’s all Caleb ever really wanted from Oliver; the stable little family they made. One night, after pulling a particularly long shift, Caleb came home exhausted and in desperate need of his erratic boyfriend’s attention. Oliver, however had other ideas of ‘attention’. The pair had never really had much of a sexual relationship much past a bit of skimpy cuddling and some heavy making out, but on this particular night, Oliver rather forcibly changed this aspect. Scared and hurt, Caleb waited until Oliver had fallen asleep before gathering his things and lighting out of that place like a bat out of hell, never stopping until he reached the lovely shores of Miami shivering and sobbing like a desperate puppy. What an entrance, eh?
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all about you - - -[/size][/color] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]
ooc name: heather
pb being used: jordan holland
years of experience: a few? I forget a lot (:
membergroup: citizen
[/I]”This wasn’t going to work. Not at all. Seth was going to have to do something before he drove himself literally insane––or to other not so pleasant possibilities. But he wasn’t going to think about that just yet. Stretching absently Seth blinked as he watched the ever-growing line of cars lining the street before he shook his head and snatched his cup from off the tabletop, sipping at it vacantly as he turned his attention away from the honking cabs and impatient drivers. Fuck, couldn’t they just take a bus or something? Well, that was Manhattan for you. Why he’d ever decided to come and settle down here of all places, Seth just couldn’t figure that out. And as much as he hated to admit it, Seth would have given just about anything to be back in Maine. Seth chewed thoughtfully at the edge of his Styrofoam coffee cup as he thought back to his short lived stay in Maine and quickly shuddered at the memories, pushing the thought away violently as he curled his arms around his stomach and slumped back down onto the patio table miserably with a pathetic whine. That was just.. pathetic. There were no other words to describe how much he let a few little memories rule his entire life. But honestly, if only you knew how much it had devastated him.
Really, Seth shouldn’t have even ventured outside of his apartment. Not today at least. He’d locked himself into that tiny shithole for nearly two weeks now, not even bothering to leave to pick up much needed groceries. Instead he’d ordered from at least half of the takeout restaurants that were listed in the crappy little phonebook the apartment complex had given him as a welcoming gift. Phonebooks. Lovely. Seth snorted softly and shook his head, following the little diamond patterns of the interlaced strips of metal that covered the entire patio tabletop with a sort of vacant distraction. Honestly, Seth didn’t even have a reason to be out at all. He never had a reason anymore other than he needed to get a change of scenery every once in a while to keep from shooting himself in the face. But even then he wasn’t sure if it was really even worth it. Ever since Seattle and all of it’s lovely little fiascos, Seth rarely even ventured far away from home and had slowly become more and more antisocial. Truthfully, he didn’t even know if he still knew how to interact like a normal person. Did he even know to have a conversation with anyone anymore?
He didn’t even know.
Seth had all but fallen asleep on himself when he heard someone speaking, and normally that wouldn’t have bothered him in the least bit; but still, there was just something about the raw edge to that particular voice that made him open his eyes. Squinting his eyes against the sun, Seth lifted his head from his arms as he tried to discern a face against the bright backdrop of the sky, his heart twisting in his chest as he finally noticed the shaggy black hair and nondescript clothes the other boy wore. Curling his fingers around the edge of the table, Seth’s heart thudded heavily against his chest twice before it plummeted a thousand and one stories into his stomach as he realized exactly who the other boy was. Aiden Mikhail Jacobs. Houdini extraordinaire. Panicking slightly, Seth fumbled for anything at all to say and twisted his fingers together awkwardly, refusing to look up from the wire tabletop as he began to pick the edge of his cup of coffee to pieces. “I.. Uh, hi.” As soon as he spoke, Seth immediately flushed ten shades of red, desperately wishing he had some sort of jacket to hide away in or at least that he could find something witty and charming to say. But Seth lovely was never witty or charming, so he settled for awkward and clumsy instead.
Not sure what exactly to do, Seth awkwardly go to his feet, chewing at his bottom lip and rubbing his hand against the back of his neck as he stared uneasily down at the scuffed toes of his yellow converse. Torn between throwing his arms around the other boy and throwing up, Seth settled for shuffling his feet uncertainly as he attempted to hide behind his shaggy sidebangs, as he dropped his hands and began to play with the hem of his shirt like an awkward schoolgirl being sent to the principal’s office. “Uhm, so I haven’t seen you in a while.” Seth offered quietly, not exactly how to get a conversation started with the other boy when there was so much left unsettled between the two like a lumpy pillow awkwardly keeping Seth from reaching out to Aiden in so many ways. “I’m so sorry.
ooc; sorry this sucks :\[/quote][/center][/blockquote] [/color]
