All Discussions Tagged 'multi-para' - Eternal City RP2024-03-29T13:55:54Zhttps://eternalcityrp.com/forum/topic/listForTag?tag=multi-para&feed=yes&xn_auth=noRoommate Woes (Caleb & Giselle)tag:eternalcityrp.com,2019-03-11:6610746:Topic:3592172019-03-11T00:40:05.994Z✓ Caleb Eli Segal ~Mod~https://eternalcityrp.com/profile/CalebSegal
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">After eight weeks of staying at the Ailward Manor, the last of the lingering symptoms of Caleb’s concussion had finally faded and he was ready to move on. However, unlike usual when he packed his bags, he wasn’t sure that he was ready to leave the city. There was something unusual about it that made him want to stay and made Caleb believe his business wasn’t finished there. It would be another few weeks before the repairs that he was making on his bike with…</span></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">After eight weeks of staying at the Ailward Manor, the last of the lingering symptoms of Caleb’s concussion had finally faded and he was ready to move on. However, unlike usual when he packed his bags, he wasn’t sure that he was ready to leave the city. There was something unusual about it that made him want to stay and made Caleb believe his business wasn’t finished there. It would be another few weeks before the repairs that he was making on his bike with Argent were good enough that he could drive any long distance, perhaps, there was something in Evermore that he hadn’t yet seen</span> <span style="font-weight: 400;">—</span> <span style="font-weight: 400;">a</span> <span style="font-weight: 400;">reason why he needed to stay. He fastened the zipper around the edges of his suitcase. which was much more organized than the first time he had packed it despite how random the contents, and headed down the stairs to say goodbye to the Ailwards. He’d met three of the siblings so far and they were certainly all unique. The living room was empty, but just as grand as every other time he’d walked into it.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">Caleb set down his bag and began searching for a pen and paper to write a note. He didn’t want to disappear without a trace, somehow in Evermore that seemed like a bad idea. He penned the note and left his phone number at the bottom, before heading into the city via a taxi. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">He’d already searched for roommate wanted ads and felt unusually lucky that he’d found one. Her name was Giselle</span> and she had listed a room for rent in the inner city in a community with single family homes. He wasn’t sure how he felt about sharing an apartment with another woman, so soon after Ava, but surely it wasn’t any different than sharing a living place with anyone else. Caleb glanced at the address on his phone as the taxi rolled to a stop. This looked like the right building. He peered out the window, uncertainty slowing him for a moment, before the driver cleared his throat loudly.</p>
<p><i><span style="font-weight: 400;">Ai, ai.</span></i> <span style="font-weight: 400;">What was he thinking, staring off into space?</span></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">He handed some cash to the driver and unloaded his suitcase. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">The home was cozy size sitting on the corner of the row of houses. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">It was easy enough to find.</span> <span style="font-weight: 400;">Caleb’s fist hovered over the door, right about to knock, before he couldn’t. He shoved his hands in his pockets, fiddling with his engagement ring.</span></p>
<p><i><span style="font-weight: 400;">Knock you, idiote! It is just a door.</span></i></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">Right as he was about to knock, the door opened to reveal a pretty brunette who was on her way out the door.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">Slightly blindsided, Caleb didn’t move in time, and they rapidly collided.</span></p>
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<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">Caleb shuffled through the automatic doors of the building labeled ‘Evermore General’ too deep in thought to notice the crowd of people that were also crossing the gateway and headed towards different areas of the building.</span> <i><span style="font-weight: 400;">Flu season.</span></i> <span style="font-weight: 400;">He stopped momentarily gazing at the map that guided the comings and goings of…</span></p>
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<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">Caleb shuffled through the automatic doors of the building labeled ‘Evermore General’ too deep in thought to notice the crowd of people that were also crossing the gateway and headed towards different areas of the building.</span> <i><span style="font-weight: 400;">Flu season.</span></i> <span style="font-weight: 400;">He stopped momentarily gazing at the map that guided the comings and goings of patients and traced his finger along the path towards the emergency clinic. It was up three flights of stairs and down a corridor to the left. He sighed, running his fingers through his hair. There were no stairs on the map, only an elevator. As if being in a hospital wasn’t bad enough. Steel boxes filled with second-hand germs were enough to make his skin crawl. With a steady frown on his face, the young man headed into the elevator. He was alone, good. That way no one would see him pan -</span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">“Hold the elvalator, please.”</span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">Caleb peered out between the closing doors and managed to stop them, just before a young woman with brunette hair and a slight shake to her step got aboard.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-weight: 400;">Just what I needed today. Une belle femme regarde ma dépression nerveuse.</span></i></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 400;"> <span style="font-size: 8pt;">(</span></span><span style="font-size: 8pt;"><b>A beautiful woman watching my nervous breakdown.</b><span style="font-weight: 400;">)</span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><br/> <span style="font-weight: 400;">He said nothing, as the elevator rolled slowly upwards, the space between his heart and his lungs compressing for air.</span> <i><span style="font-weight: 400;">How do normal people do this?</span></i></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-weight: 400;"><a href="https://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/824070144?profile=original" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img src="https://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/824070144?profile=RESIZE_710x" class="align-center" style="padding: 5px;"/></a></span></i></p> A Safe Place ( Evermore General, Evermore Colorado | Caleb & Malva )tag:eternalcityrp.com,2019-01-20:6610746:Topic:3513692019-01-20T18:22:43.129Z✓ Caleb Eli Segal ~Mod~https://eternalcityrp.com/profile/CalebSegal
<p><br></br> <span style="font-weight: 400;">Caleb hated hospitals. He’d never enjoyed the white coats, brights lights, and odd smells of the super sterile environment required to help people heal because in his experience most people who went into hospitals never came out again. He was already an hour late to his appointment seeing as there had been an elevator fiasco requiring a handyman to reset the</span> <i><span style="font-weight: 400;">zut</span></i> <span style="font-weight: 400;">thing…</span></p>
<p><br/> <span style="font-weight: 400;">Caleb hated hospitals. He’d never enjoyed the white coats, brights lights, and odd smells of the super sterile environment required to help people heal because in his experience most people who went into hospitals never came out again. He was already an hour late to his appointment seeing as there had been an elevator fiasco requiring a handyman to reset the</span> <i><span style="font-weight: 400;">zut</span></i> <span style="font-weight: 400;">thing before he could even arrive on the right floor of Evermore General. Either way, being trapped in an elevator with someone else was far better than hiking it alone. It was fair to say that he wasn’t the best in enclosed spaces, but he’d be much farther on his way to a panic attack if it weren’t for a patient who introduced herself Cora Breadford. Caleb was fairly certain that was the tipsy version of a similar name.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">The lobby was busy, crowded with coughing patients of many types, who barely looked up when he entered the room. Caleb forced his hands deep into his pockets, ignoring his instinct to get out of her as quickly as possible. Argent had been right in the fact that his injuries needed some care and as much as he hated to admit it, what Caleb needed the most was a safe place to rest, a lot of sleep, and people to take care of him. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">His head throbbed under the fluorescent lights. Grimacing as he approached the front desk, Caleb struggled to get the words out of his mouth that needed to be spoken. The nurse at the desk continued typing away, busy with the charts and patients, waiting for him to speak up. It took him several minutes, but felt like forever as he struggled to explain, half of his words turning French as they fell from his tongue.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">He was late. The elevator broke down. His head hurt.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">Caleb settled into a chair in the quietest corner of the room he could find, which was filled with coughing kids and a few pregnant ladies.</span></p>
<p><i><span style="font-weight: 400;">Je déteste les hôpitaux</span></i><span style="font-weight: 400;">...</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">It had been three days in the middle of nowhere. Which, granted, was not ideal for most people but for Caleb was a slice of paradise. Driving through the plains of Oklahoma and all the way into the mountains of Colorado, he had the opportunity to clear all the thoughts from his head and just be alone. There weren’t a lot of people on the roads he took and it was even better when there was an opportunity to go off the path with only the word of the locals as a…</span></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">It had been three days in the middle of nowhere. Which, granted, was not ideal for most people but for Caleb was a slice of paradise. Driving through the plains of Oklahoma and all the way into the mountains of Colorado, he had the opportunity to clear all the thoughts from his head and just be alone. There weren’t a lot of people on the roads he took and it was even better when there was an opportunity to go off the path with only the word of the locals as a guide. Meeting his father had been both sudden and not quite the family reunion he’d always anticipated. From Spencer, he’d heard a new side of the story of his early childhood. How his mother hadn’t always been the saint that he knew her as and had left suddenly from what (in his father’s eyes) had been a peaceful and happy marriage. It filled Caleb with questions that his mother could never answer and a weight on his shoulders that couldn’t be lifted. Leaving the ranch had been a difficult decision.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">He urged the motor bike to a slow stop beneath him as he came towards a fork in the path. To the left was more wilderness and towards the right the path was more beaten and in the distance he could see what a passerby a few miles back had referred to as ‘ever more’ with no more descriptors than the simple phrase. It was far enough in the distance that even squinting to see proved useless, other than a few lights that could either be a campground, or a city, or a carnival or all he knew. Caleb bit his lip, exhaustion pining at the back of his mind, just where he couldn’t let it take over. It had been a long few days.</span></p>
<p><i><span style="font-weight: 400;">A long few months.</span></i></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">A long year.</span> <span style="font-weight: 400;">Caleb absent mindedly twisted the ring on his left hand, red hair and a bright smile flashing through his memory. He still wore it.</span></p>
<p><i><span style="font-weight: 400;">Til death do you part isn’t supposed to…</span></i></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">Actually die. Caleb couldn’t think about that right now, the wind was picking up and a storm was blowing in. He kicked the bike back into action, but it protested with a grumpy groan. Granted, it had been a few hundred miles since he’d had it serviced.</span></p>
<p><i><span style="font-weight: 400;">Merde. </span></i></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">This was not the time for his singular mode of transportation to fuss out.</span> <span style="font-weight: 400;">Rain drops dashed against his face and thunder echoed in the distance. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Caleb fastened the straps of his backpack securely and wheeled the motorcycle further into the underbrush. He’d come back for the bike. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Looking once more at the two angles in the pathway, he chose the one facing right.</span></p>
<p><em><span style="font-weight: 400;">Ever more? </span></em><i><span style="font-weight: 400;">If only things could last forever.</span></i></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">He stepped further into the rain, struggling against the wind. It was heavy and seemed to easily move against his frame. The thought of tornado was the last one on his mind before a large tree branch snapped from above and came hurtling towards him.</span> <span style="font-weight: 400;">There was a sharp pain behind his eyes and everything went black.</span></p>
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