VampiretwilightCaleb Walker
The protest girl’s face passed through a complex expression after Caleb made his introductions, which Caleb noted with very little concern. He had an excellent sense of people though it could sometimes take a couple minutes to get a good read on them. One of the reasons he had been doing so well in his fraternity pledge was due to this, so using it to figure out the best way to get the protest girl’s good side was likely to be a piece of cake assuming she was interested in men. It just took patience on his end. In the meantime, Rowan seemed far more open to his advances.
He felt a heavy arm wrap around him “What’s up Val?” Caleb greeted her with a genuine smile. Val was a hell of a human being, doggedly pursuing her dream of breaking a world record in lifting. From what Caleb had seen in the gym, she never gave up and would never take the easy way out. Spotting the bruising on her arms though, it looked like she had pushed herself too hard. He frowned at them and gave her a faux-upset look, before pulling out his cellphone. Quickly, he accessed the shared google calendar the BCC gym staff shared and set an appointment for her with the massage therapist for tomorrow. He was allowed a certain amount of free monthly amenities and this seemed simple enough. He shared the appointment details to Val’s phone before storing the phone away.
In the meantime, the cute slightly older man had started up talking to him introducing himself as Rowan as they began walking to Poor Yorick’s. “Rowan, huh? I like it.” The other member of the group Rowan had attempted to talk to, began blasting music and moving away from them, which suited Caleb just fine as it gave him to talk to Rowan more. Behind him, he was vaguely aware of some conversation between Val and the angry girl, but Rowan was quite distracting at the present for him to pay it much mind.
“So tell me, how do you keep your dreads looking so nice? I have seen a lot of people try and pull these off and just fail so completely.” Caleb eyed them appreciatively as it was a difficult look for many to pull off. The sound of a nearby car horn demanded his attention as a driver shouted at the odd kid who had stopped in the middle of the road and was staring at him. Then a rat of all things leapt out of the sewer and chomped down on the exiting driver’s hand, who began shouting for help. Caleb hesitated for a moment, before inspiration struck as he glanced slyly at both Rowan and Kalama for a split second before running right at the driver. Quickly, he used enough strength to pry the rat’s teeth out of the man’s hand and then tossed the rat away underhanded in case either of the pair was an animal-lover. The task was easy enough given all his time spent training the only difficult part being the rat’s rapid motions. He briefly considered just healing the wound, but quickly decided against it as it would be rather obvious.
He gave the man some rapid directions to the nearest urgent care and told him his name, just in case his help here today had some potential positives in the future. Turning back and walking to the rest of the group, he took some water from his water bottles and rinsed off his hands. Glancing at the rest of the party with an upraised eyebrow and a small cocky glint in his eye, he asked, “Does anyone have any Purell or something?” He glanced between Rowan and Kamala to gauge their reactions to his “heroics.”
Glancing down, the goth kid before had doubled over and was leaning against a lamp post. Caleb looked back to where the rat had been and the goth doubled over in pain. What had just happened was bizarre and suspicion began to form in Caleb’s head. He squatted down slightly and slid the goth’s headphones off his ears, making sure to look him in the eye with a serious expression that the others may take as somewhat caring and asked “What did you say your name was again?” Caleb wasn’t sure what he was looking for quite yet, but Ben’s response after the odd event seemed… familiar.