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Calvin Harrow

"The only atheist in a foxhole."

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a character in “London Calling”, as played by Call me Joel

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Name: Calvin "Cal" Harrow

Age: 29

Hails from: Winston-Salem, North Carolina, USA.

Reason For Coming to Miss Pemberley's: He's looking for a fresh start. Because Cal had always wanted to live anywhere but Winsten-Salem, he took his first chance at a new life and ran with it; all the way to a military academy. Once he was discharged, he was then sent to England. It's a tad far, all things considered, but whatever. He has cut all connections with his parents and keeps only minimal contact with his younger sister.

Room Number: 107


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Personality: Cal prides himself in being a smooth talker, and he is also manipulative, but only slightly. He'll use someone without hesitation if the benefits outweigh the consequences, never for his own amusement. He is also neat, in nearly every way (except his hair, it just doesn't seem to do neat when longer than a few inches), which helps him with this. From how he talks to how he acts to how he organizes his room, almost everything about him is crisp and orderly, if not grey. He's been slighted by the world one too many times, so he just snarks off to anyone and, overall, acts like a douche bag. (Can I even say that?)
He is an honest to goodness jerk, down to the base of his soul, and he's tried his hardest to be this way, but he can't help the few soft spots remaining in his heart.

Likes:
  • Running
  • Trying to deafen himself with music
  • Playing solitaire or other solitary card games
  • Swimming
  • Reading
  • Sour foods
  • A heated debate where neither party has anything at stake

Dislikes:
  • Being praised for his personality. He made himself seem like a bad guy for a reason!
  • The concept of infinity and most religions.
  • When he hears a car backfiring, or watches a documentary, or something equally ridiculous, and he's suddenly back on the field again.
  • Writing in his journal/ the monthly visit to his psychiatrist
  • Pity. Be it for his sake or someone else's, it sickens him. It's just a socially expected form of selfishness, to him.
  • Eating. Occasionally the very thought of food will be repellent to him.

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Appearance: He is short for a man, standing around 5'1". However, because he kept himself so fit and muscular, he can at least hold his own. He weighs about 140 pounds, but it's all muscle. He has a mesomorphic build.
His hair is black, scruffy, and short. While he no longer keeps it 'new recruit' short, he refuses to let his hair grow longer than the tops of his ears. His eyes are hazel, but with two dark blue flecks under his left iris. He doesn't always feel like shaving and he likes the look of a bit of stubble, but if he's dressing up, he'll definitely make sure he has a smooth chin.

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History: His parents were, in a word, overbearing, but to give them credit where it's due, he isn't a druggie, stuck with a kid, or out on the streets.
The town of Winston-Salem is nice enough and has a distinctly domestic quality to it. The neighborhood he grew up in was Rural with a capital 'R'. He lived on the edge of a dead end road, right before a small forest engulfed the remaining asphalt. He had very few neighbors. The small size made the neighborhood such a close-knit family. If he did something behind Maddie Taylor's yard, his mom knew about it before he even got home.
The same went for the other kids, obviously, but that didn't stop them from ganging up on him when they could. They took the soap in their mouths and the groundings in stride. (He had a knack even in childhood of pissing people off.) The light spin he always put on it is that the neighbor kids got him doing cardio workouts long before his mother would let him on to the jogging track.
Once he graduated from high-school, he knew that his no name town and school weren't spectacular enough to let him get into any big time colleges, so he signed up for the military. At first he decided only two years, but then two came and went, turning into three, then five, and so on. He was gone from Winston-Salem for a total of eleven years and made quite a name for himself in the army before being discharged. The cited reason was PTSD and depression. He was set up with a psychiatrist and when she decided that a change of scenery would be best for him, she suggested going to England. So here he is.

Oddities/Quirky Habits: Borderline excessive exercising; once he's at the point where all he can think about is how much his muscles burn, then he doesn't have to think about anything else.
Nail biting, pen cap chewing, etc; an oral fixation, if you will.
His smile is crooked.
When deep in thought or brooding, he won't really eat and he'll either sleep too much or too little. These spells can last up to three weeks, or be as short as two days.

So begins...

Calvin Harrow's Story

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Cal was not yet used to waking up to a cloudy, gray sky and as such squinted doubtfully at his window. "What the hell?" he mumbled. Sleep, wrapped around his brain in such a lascivious fog, delayed him in remembering where he was, even what continent he was on. After a moment, he chuckled, "Oh, right. London, you dolt. Day what, three? Four?" He sighed and, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, sat up. His hands ran over the sheets on the bed, as if they were aware of the fact that the fabric was of a higher thread count than anything he’d slept in for quite some time. Different, everything is different. Calvin ran one hand through his hair, working out the few tangles as he went.

Is it really morning, or is it still night? He took another glance at his window and peered outside. There was sunlight peeking through the cover of clouds, just not the copious amount he'd grown used to. He shrugged, figured that he'd grow accustomed to it eventually, and went downstairs.

"Hello, people," Cal drawled, a crooked grin on his face as he crossed the threshold into the kitchen. The smell of eggs, tea, and other breakfast items hit him full on. It smelled better than he expected it to, especially considering that he considered eggs the chicken equivalent of a menstrual cycle. Even so, he passed. Food didn't hold much, if not any, appeal to him today. Thankfully, it seemed whoever had cooked the meal hadn't counted on him waking up at this time (not that he would refrain from refusing the offer if presented) and there wasn't any for him to have.

He still sat himself down at the table and glanced at each of them. "So what're y'all up to?"

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Alec reached for a piece of bacon as Calvin, another new resident, came down the stairs, looking slightly disheveled. He greeted everyone with a bit of a twang. Alec would have to get used to it.

"Mornin', Cal. I was going to show Nate, Quinn, and maybe Lola around town," Alec said, swallowing the bacon.

He wondered if Calvin would want to come along, or if he didn't want to even be seen around the likes of them in public. He decided to extend his invitation to him.

"So, you know, if you'd like to come along, I'd be fine with it," he said slowly.

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Cal considered the offer: the excursion would result in the loss of running time, but he hadn't quite started that full swing yet and needed a route; this little foray into the city could help him discover a few

After a moment, he pointed to a brown haired fellow, the only person in the room that Cal hadn't at least seen in passing. "Is this fellow Nate?" he asked.

Yes or no, he would go, he decided. "I'll go. After all, you're the one that offered. Where's about the city we talkin'?" Momentarily it occured to him that his 'odd' manner of speaking might confuse them, considering the significant gap between their hometowns, but in all honesty he couldn't be bothered to care. Instead of clarifying, he just smiled, one side still pulled higher than the other, and waited for an answer.

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#, as written by Onuwa
Nathaniel looked up as yet another entered the room and he greeted the new guy who Alec called Cal with a grin. "hello." he said, Alec invited him along on their little excursion and somehow he seemed a bit cautious about how he invited him. He looked at Cal expectantly as he sat down and helped himself to some food and the glanced over to Nathaniel. He asked him about his name and Nathaniel nodded "that's me." he was intrigued by Cal's funny accent and sat back to hear him say something that confused him a bit.

He glanced over a Quinn and Lolita to see if they made any sense of what he had just said and he looked at him a bit blankly. "I don't suppose you can try that again, but in english this time?" he smiled hoping that Cal would understand it was a light hearted joke. "where are you from you've got the sound of a Yank in you." he asked him.

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The joking tone kept him from giving him a saccharine smile and kindly telling him to fuck off, so instead he leaned forward and tilted his head to the side, as if studying him. "Heh, I meant," Cal corrected himself, "where about in the city are we plannin' on goin'?"

At the next question, he was slightly less eager to bite back a sharp comment. "Y'all are always askin' 'oh, where are you from' and never 'where were you born', or 'where were you raised', or anythin' else." After a pause, he laughed under his breath. "Although... Origin ain't of any importance here, now is it?" Picking his words carefully, he said, "To most people from where I was born, I don't sound anything like a Yank. I park my car, not my cah. I walk my dogs, not my dowgs. What, are all Americans Yanks to you?"

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#, as written by Onuwa
Nathaniel almost felt if maybe he were being scrutinized and he forced himself not to frowned, did the Yanks not know they only meant such terms in good fun? Or perhaps this man wasnt the joking type. He found himself making a note to be more careful with what he said. He didnt like the way he was being looked at and when Cal clarified what he had meant Nathaniel pointed to Alec "Apparenly Alec has connections, therefore he leads the way." As if the matter were settled he sat back in his chair as Cal spoke again. He had difficulty understanding him as he spoke but he gathered the gist of it. "Amreicans are Yanks. TIs what we call them, just like I'm sure you call the Irish Leprecaun drunks and the brits tea drinking cosies." Nathaniel has heard all the sterotypes before and he had accepted them and thought them a bit funny.

He felt a bit tense now and didnt really like the feeling but shrugged it of. "I think just about everyone is done." Nathaniel said looking around. "Perhaps we should clean up and head out." He went and began to pile plates and took them to the sink.